Let the whole universe drop SAN together

"—Please wait a moment!"

Longman shouted to Bishop Gilbert.

Here it is again, the illusion of forgetting something.

Bishop Gilbert stood before Azathoth.

The dagger on his waist flashed red.

—became dimmer.

For some reason, when he glanced at the ray of light from the corner of his eye, such a thought suddenly came to Langman's mind.

That light... Maybe it should have been brighter and more dazzling.

At this moment, a strange picture flashed in front of his eyes like an old-fashioned projector with poor signal connection:

The dagger at Bishop Gilbert's waist was shining brightly, and the glaring red light filled the entire living room. People's faces were blurred in this light, and the elderly bishop was holding the metal blade handle, his muscles tensed. , like a bow about to open.The blood flowed down his thighs like a brook onto the smooth marble floor. The thick and dark liquid became more and more... Gradually covered the ankles, knees, and then the chest. Finally, people were not as fragile neck.

Longman saw himself.

He raised his head and tiptoed, as if dancing a ballet.But in fact, he was immersed in the bloody quagmire and could not get out, almost desperately feeling the pain of being deprived of oxygen little by little.

At this moment, Langman suddenly woke up, the false picture in front of him disappeared, and the pure sunlight replaced the red glow from the dagger to warm his vision.

He took a few breaths to suppress his frantic heartbeat under the bewildered eyes of the others, pretending that he was actually frightened by Gilbert's wound.

The conversation proceeds normally.

Bishop Gilbert agreed to stay for dinner.

He invited the rest of the guests to wait until after dinner to discuss the trivial dispute between Erica and Terry.

It seems like everything is back to normal.

...so what the hell am I forgetting?

The nerves in Langman's temples twitched and spasmed, and he was distractedly thinking about his plan over and over again.

Yes, first of all, he should find out the identity of this group of 'Eleika's relatives' who popped up out of nowhere.

Second, he was going to inquire into the reason for Ford's sudden relaxation.

Of course, these two points are very likely to be caused by the same reason. Eighty percent of this group of weird people may be Ford Hill's trustworthy backer, and with their clothes and attire, it is absolutely impossible to be Someone from the capital.

He was absent-minded at the dinner party, constantly thinking about the weirdness of the whole thing, trying to figure out why he was cranky right now.

"Are you okay?" Langman's train of thought was interrupted by the question, he raised his head a little impatiently, and found that the person who made the sound was actually the one sitting motionless on the chair with his back leaning against the back of the chair. A young man in a black cloak ready to eat and drink.

The opponent folded his bloodless fingertips, and his eyes seemed to be staring at him through the hood.Those hands were paler than the porcelain plates on the dining table, and only half of a calm face was exposed under the hood.This person doesn't look very old, but he carries a sense of morbid decadence as if he has been ill for a long time or hasn't seen the sun all year round.He reminded Langman of the withered roses that fell in the mud, or it might be the reefs in the depths of the sea that have been polished by waves for many years.

This almost made him unable to imagine a scene where the other party would pay attention to his actions.

Langman was stunned for a while before recovering, nodded: "I'm fine, thank you."

Although the short conversation only took a second or two to finish, Langman's eyes couldn't help but stare at the other party's exposed skin.

He suddenly understood why when Bishop Gilbert passed by this young man before, he would look at him so impolitely and couldn't help but look at him.

There is a strange fascination with this guest that terrifies and fascinates—at least for Longman himself, the feeling of looking out from the edge of a cliff is irresistible.

Terry Griffin sat next to him now, and the little boy ate in silence, looking at Erica with anger and fear.

Bishop Gilbert sat a little farther away, judging from his movements of holding up his fork, he also seemed absent-minded.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, dinner is over.

The sky outside Griffin's mansion turned completely black, while the interior of the old house was illuminated by electric lights as if it were daytime.

Unfortunately, as time went by, Longman found that his anxiety did not ease, but became more intense as night fell.He is like an ant trapped on a hot pot, he has nothing to do, he can only vent a little by running around and consuming energy.

At 06:30, Bishop Gilbert said that he was tired from the day's work and wanted to go to the guest room to rest.

Langman noticed that there were blue and black marks on the fundus of the other party's eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for several days and nights.

What's going on... Is the workload of the Holy See heavy?

This question was fleeting and was not noticed by the owner.Bishop Gilbert looked back at him before going out, hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Be careful."

The words were endless, Langman frowned inexplicably.

careful?Beware of what?

What dangers can Griffin's old house encounter?

But in any case, the other party's concern means that the Holy See has a high degree of affection for the Griffin family, and he said: "You are right."

"...and don't look for the young man in the black cloak either."

Bishop Gilbert said.

He stroked his notebook lightly: "I don't care what your purpose is, I have heard some rumors about you."

"The thrill of dancing on the blade and the joy of victory are indeed extraordinary, but no one can guarantee that they will never make mistakes."

"Learn to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and temporarily avoid the edge."

The bishop took a deep look at Langman.

Langman suspected that the other party already knew his purpose: "Yes, I understand."

But it doesn't matter, because Griffin has been one of the largest sources of funding for the Holy See.In fact, there were two main things that Bai Catholic discussed with him in the study.One is the next development direction of mechas and high-tech thermal weapons, and the other is the possibility of the popularization and utilization of magic and supernatural powers among the people.

Because of the wars with the Zerg over the years, the Federation has deliberately ignored research in this area for a long time in order to maximize its interests and maintain social stability.

Now that the war is about to subside completely, as one of the speculators with the most vision of the times, Longman will never let go of such an opportunity.

And the combination of interests is more stable than any relationship. They both prosper and lose, and Bishop Gilbert will never make fun of Longman's safety.Even if he might have complaints about some private behaviors of Patriarch Griffin, it is impossible to point them out at this time.

After all, even if he already has an heir, who can guarantee that Griffin Jr., Longman's eldest son, can still inherit his father's will and wisdom to continue this contract?

Gilbert sighed.

Such a helpless look made his face look even older.

"I can't tell you too much." The old man finally said, "This is the biggest secret of the Holy See. The only thing I can tell you is that the crisis is definitely not gone away, on the contrary, it is making a comeback in a more rapid way. You Why do you think that the chief executive who is known as 'Her Majesty's rising from the flames of war' suddenly decided to make peace with the Zerg?"

"Even if it means that she completely abandons Igor Sullivan, abandons the high-level federal forces that have been rewashed over the years, and even abandons the situation of 'poor children ranking high-level executives' that she personally opened?"

"...Forgive me for not agreeing." The smile on Langman's face disappeared, and he said coldly, "You have mistaken the cause and effect of the matter. It was the consul who gave up Marshal Sullivan first, and jackals like us Only a leopard can bite off a piece of meat from a giant dragon. If they are really as monolithic as they used to be, you think it’s just me and the current Federal Mecha R&D Minister, Viscount Joyce, who can rely on the two of us alone. Can you mobilize so many useless waste?"

"The fact is, Your Excellency the Consul feels that she is close to achieving her goal, so she is ready to kill the donkey."

"We are just pawns to seize the opportunity."

"Opportunity, opportunity." Gilbert couldn't hold back and took two steps at the door, "What opportunity did you seize? Don't think I don't understand you, Mr. Longman. The sister of Marshal Sullivan back then, the one who loved everyone Who is responsible for the disappearance of the little Omega girl who knew nothing about it in the capital? Didn’t you create the so-called opportunity yourself?”

Langman leaned on the soft chair and stroked his long golden hair.

"Wonderful, bishop." He said coldly, "I don't think I had such great power back then, I'm afraid you should still ask the consul himself, or the headquarters of the Federal Security Bureau in the capital."

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it." Gilbert said, "As your loyal collaborator, I just have to remind you. I hope you can maintain this calm expression before the revenge comes."

These words were too blunt, and the dryness in Langman's heart suddenly gushed out. He pursed his lips and twisted into a sneer: "Could it be that Igor Sullivan has returned?"

Gilbert drew a symbol in front of him, which symbolized the true God believed by the Holy See.

"God bless you, sir."

He didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out of Langman's study.

After the bishop left, Langman walked around the room twice. He only read two lines of the document in his hand before he threw it on the desk.

He strode out of the study and stood in front of the guest room door.

If there is no accident, there is the young man that Gilbert said should never be faced directly.

However, even though he walked to the door impulsively, Langman felt uneasy just before knocking on the door.He wasn't the kind of person who talked before the war and retreated from the battlefield, but the fact is that now he wants to turn around and leave, it's best not to open this door forever.

...or go back.

The most important thing in being a human being is to be sincere, and the idea of ​​cowardice gradually gained the upper hand.

Langman took a step back, and took another step back, thinking that it would be better to decide tomorrow morning.

But just as he was about to turn around, the solid wooden door in front of him was suddenly opened from the inside. The people inside seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, and it was no surprise to see his figure.

"Longman Griffin, since we've all come here, don't you plan to come in?"