Let the whole universe drop SAN together

Longman Griffin's day-to-day life looks like it usually does.

When he opened his eyes in Griffin's old house, the first problem that needed to be solved was the mobile terminal filled with text messages and missed calls.

The first is the push of the news client:

"The Holy See Announces Report on the Handling of Bishop Leopold's Negligence and Violations in Kemingting Township".

An afterthought file that should be shoved in the trash.Leopold has slept in his coffin until now, alive and dead, and his old friends should wish he never woke up again, so that they can put all the blame on a vegetable.

Next article: "Federal Defense Minister Antonio admitted for the first time that he is considering peace talks with the Zerg, and the border may be able to completely cease fighting within two months."

Langman stared at the line for two seconds, opened the curtains and looked out the window curiously, and found that the sun was still rising in the east.

"Antonio has changed his gender? Isn't he the most steadfast leader of the Hawks?"

It can be seen that everything is possible, and the Minister of Defense, who was unwilling to truce no matter what, has actually started to negotiate a peace.

Could it be that the Holy See discovered a more serious threat than the Zerg, so that this guy who was loyal to the Chief Consul unexpectedly issued a statement against her wishes and decided to completely recall the armed forces stationed on the border to recuperate?

Or... did the Chief Executive himself change his mind after Igor Sullivan was completely toppled?

But this change has little to do with Longman Griffin.As a veteran aristocrat, the Griffin family has always been at odds with the military department, which is committed to promoting grassroots upstarts. They have never had a hand in the decisions of the military department, and most of their energy has been put on the macro-control of the federal economy. The two aspects of hosting logistical scientific research.

So he just sighed with emotion, roughly estimated the possibility of reshuffle of the Federal Central Political Bureau, and focused on the urgent news sent by others.

The first one was sent to him by Secretary Langman. There were 77 messages in total since midnight yesterday, and the notifications are still beating, showing that the other party is still trying to contact his boss.

Langman directly sent a video communication request to the other party.

Seconds.

"You'd better make a long story short." Langman showed a trademark smirk to the girl on the other end of the video, "If there is an unnecessary content, I will deduct your salary according to the number of seconds you waste my precious time."

"The daughter of Richard Tullham that you asked me to keep an eye on has arrived in the capital." The secretary snapped and said, "And Mr. Ford Hill sent an email to our headquarters asking when we can talk to Ellie Miss Ka's official guardian is talking about compensation."

"... so fast?" Langman couldn't help complaining, "He really is very active when he shouldn't be active. Is this spirit of facing difficulties without hitting the south wall and not turning back is the criterion for the success of a commentator's career Or is that the face that made Ford Hill famous?"

The secretary pretended he didn't hear anything: "So you can't meet them?"

"Yes, why not?" Langman sat up from the bed, "Tell them to meet at three o'clock in the afternoon, the place is Griffin's old house, and you can directly send a car to pick up this group of people."

After a pause, he asked again: "When did I make an appointment with the Holy See?"

The secretary saw the scene of her boss waking up in the video communication. Although she knew that the other party was a complete scum, she still couldn't help sighing that she was a rare beauty... Then she relied on her professionalism and The pursuit of salary quickly returned to his senses, and he glanced at the memo beside him: "Today at twelve o'clock at noon, do you want to postpone this meeting?"

Longman pondered for two seconds, then vetoed: "No, it's okay, if Bishop Gilbert and I haven't finished talking, let Ford and the others wait a little longer."

"Anyway, he came out of Port Yarpley, a place full of uneducated savages and mad dogs with no sense, just in time for the prosperity of the city to nourish a soul stained with horse food and guano."

secretary:"……"

As long as you are happy.

**

Old Griffin House is an aging building.

The federal capital was settled in the current capital city about 200 years ago, and the Griffin family has been prosperous for more than 150 years. This old house has been located within a straight-line distance of no more than five kilometers from Ma'anbo, where the chief executive lives. .

Because high-rise buildings were not allowed to be built near Ma'anbao in the early years, for a long time, the three-story Griffin old house could be opposite to Ma'anbao, which fully demonstrated the prosperity of the Griffin family. noble status.

So it's no wonder that Longman Griffin, who grew up in such an environment and won the final victory in the brutal power struggle, would develop a character with eyes higher than his head.

...although it also has a lot to do with the fact that he's a hopeless scum.

How painful it would be to have to be an enemy of such a shrewd, cold and bottomless person.

With such a little sympathy, the secretary opened the car door for Azathoth, and then put his loving eyes on Erica who looked confused.

"Wow." The most magnificent building I've seen before is the City Hall of Port Yarplay. The moment Erica got off the car, she was inevitably moved by the ancient and luxurious appearance of Griffin's old house, and she let out a slight exclamation.

The secretary did not show surprise or contempt because of this, she still maintained a polite and sympathetic expression, and said to the guests who were about to visit Longman Griffin: "I will take you to the living room for a while. I am very sorry, Mr. Longman is talking with Bishop Gilbert, slightly longer than expected. If you don't mind, you can take a break here, and we will provide you with afternoon tea and pastries."

As Azathoth was too lazy to speak, no one objected to this, although Ford seemed eager to sneer, rather than speak ill before the gods.

The secretary knew nothing about the cryptic communication between them, and she actually had another thought in her mind.

——Why do the guests invited by the boss this time look so good-looking?

Ford Hill has bright short blonde hair and blue-gray eyes. His facial features are deep and three-dimensional, which is a typical appearance of the capital.A few days ago, Langman put him under house arrest and wanted to ask about the inside story of Port Yarplait. There was a lot of rumors in the aristocratic circle who didn't know the truth and their private life was chaotic. The 'Guest of the Curtain' of Patriarch Riffin.

The guest "Mr. Bradley" standing next to Ford has the more stern and cold appearance of the residents of some planets in the north, and the long dark gray hair like the hair of a wild wolf-it is said to be long hair, but it is actually In order to make a difference from his past self, and because he seldom went to the barber shop after traveling around, Igor unknowingly left it to the shoulder.

Azathoth once said by chance that he thought he looked better with long hair than short hair. Igor himself didn't need to pay attention to his image after joining the army, so he simply tied the hair at the back of his head into a slightly fluffy bun. Thumb-length braids.

In the eyes of Langman's secretary, this is definitely a plus.

As for the young man who has been wearing a hood and can't see his face clearly... The secretary can swear before God based on his many years of experience with Longman Griffin, a well-known cannibal in the capital: The jaw line is here, she can poke her own eyes if she is not beautiful!

Even the two little ones, Hugo with black hair and red eyes, and Erica with long soft brown hair and jewel-like green eyes, can confuse countless grandparents with their cherub-like appearance.

That's great... The secretary thought secretly, just because she could rely on the advantage of being pleasing to the eye every day, serving Longman Griffin, the king of scum, seemed less unbearable.

They rested for almost half an hour in the living room of Griffin's old house, and no one objected to the long and endless wait.Everyone sat on the sofa at regular intervals, and even the posture of enjoying afternoon tea was so steady and quiet that it was almost silent.

Affected by this inexplicable stern momentum, the secretary, who was planning to say something to warm up the atmosphere, suddenly lost the mood to start the topic.They maintained a heavy and solemn expression like six people sitting in mourning in a church, until an old man's laughter sounded upstairs, and the door lock of the study was unlocked in the next second, and Longman Griffin walked quickly When he walked to the stairs, he still had a relaxed and happy smile on his face, as if he wanted to say hello to his guests.

——Then he looked at the people downstairs who looked up silently, and their smiles gradually disappeared.

"...What are you guys doing?"

The head of the Griffin family looked at a row of three people, two rows of six people, two rows of sofas, suits and leather shoes neatly, and inexplicably had the illusion that the rectangular coffee table placed between them had turned into a transparent glass tomb.