Blue Zone, meeting room.

The old guys in crisp black suits sat at the table, one by one, wearing antique dresses as if they had been turned out from the bottom of a box in some museum.

In the seat at the head, President Qiwei, who was wearing a purple fashion suit and custom-made sunglasses, was the most lively one, talking and laughing, and talking with a group of old subordinates who had not seen him for a long time.

"Macaulay, we haven't seen each other for more than three years, how many hairs can you count now?"

"Yes, Mr. President, the last time was in '98, and I was passing through Hawaii on business, and I happened to meet you on vacation there......" Macaulay said, recalling the situation back then—the old and unchanging elder was holding two native Hawaiian Polynesian beauties, wearing a pair of beach pants, wearing a pair of short-sleeved large flowers that can stun eagles, two coffee-skinned beauties on one side of each hand, and his fingers playing the piano generally rubbing the oil rhythmically on people's slightly fat bellies.

"It's been a few years, and I really miss the blue sea and silver sand there, and the beauties who can roll eggs on their bellies......"

The solemn meeting was brought into a nondescript atmosphere by the humorous and slightly obscene tone of the strange chairman.

"Ahem, cough, cough—" Chief Butler Ross hurriedly reminded his old master before the disciplinary investigation meeting turned into a wind and moon blowing water conference: "President, the theme of today's meeting is to discuss the internal investigation of Tianmu Company, if we talk about private matters, we can arrange a party after the meeting." ”

"Oh!" The strange president patted his head, like an old man who suddenly woke up after an amnesia attack, "Look at my memory, I almost digress." But it's rare for someone to be so complete, and I just sighed for a while. ”

Indeed, these nineteenth-century veterans have been in seclusion after World War II, and many things have been carried out by young and powerful people like Charlemagne, who played an important role in World War I and II, many famous battles and Cold Wars such as the Cuban Missile Crisis.

The youngest of them are over 100 years old, and Moriah's bloodline gives these people an extraordinary vitality, and if they don't die in an accident, living to be 100 years old is basically as easy as playing.

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and the blonde and blue-eyed beautiful secretary of the administration department brought hot coffee to the people present.

"Ahem, ahem—" Butler Rose had to feign coughing again.

"Ah, a meeting, a meeting...... We are now in a meeting. The elder glanced at the closed door, took a silver flask from the pocket of his glittering purple suit, poured the contents of the Scotch into his coffee, and mixed it with a small spoon.

"I'm here today to say one thing." The elder seemed to have returned his mind to normal, and the expression on his face finally stopped being rich and became dignified, "Regarding the internal investigation of the Tianmu Company, my opinion is that it will be carried out by the Discipline Investigation Department within the Tianmu, and our headquarters will not interfere, as for Finch, I personally guarantee his identity and personality, and there is no need to suspend him for review." ”

If you don't make a sound, it's a blockbuster.

The unprepared members of the Supervisory Board almost squirted the coffee in their mouths on the table, and one of them, Curtis, coughed the coffee into his trachea and almost coughed his lungs out.

"Curtis, what's wrong with you?" The elder snorted twice, "You can cough like this when you drink a cup of coffee, I said it a long time ago, you don't always worship your body like a church, you have to be like a playground, have you heard a sentence, want to live a healthy and long life, smoke, drink and eat fat, go to bed late and get up late without exercising, and make friends with the opposite sex......"

"Ahem, ahem—" Curtis coughed even more as he listened.

"President......" Butler Rose couldn't help but say, "It's just a good opportunity......

"There is an old Chinese saying, don't be suspicious when employing people, don't use suspicious people. I know Ross's little plan, but let me remind you that Skydome is in charge of all the work of the Americas branch, and if you forcibly take over, have you ever thought about the consequences? There was no longer the slightest cynical expression on the Elder's face, and he became extremely serious, "There are so many half-bloods, you think you can suppress them by sending two people?" If you're going to take over, I'd like to ask, who can take Finch's position? ”

When he got to the point, all the members of the board of supervisors whispered to each other.

"I think Master Neo can do it." "He is the future of the Habs family, and he is also the future president of the Presbyterian Church, it's time for him to experience it and try to be on his own." ”

"Neo is my grandson." The elder said, "I love him more than anyone in this room." However, I believe he doesn't have the ability to lead a branch for the time being, especially a half-blood branch. Did you forget to be in Sierra Leone? He stole the Gramme Sword and didn't use it to full potential, and I'm sure you know what I mean by that, God doesn't intend to admit that Neo is a worthy successor yet. ”

"But ......"

Grand Butler Ross tried to argue, but saw one of the Elder's hands raised in the air.

"No one can disobey Odin's will, and Grammer only recognizes the king, an unqualified king, who is not qualified to be the future leader of the Presbyterian Church, even if he is my grandson."

Everyone's hearts were shaken, and the meaning behind these words was clear to everyone. In the poems Eda and Songa Sakya, it is mentioned that Odin inserted the sword Glamer into the "Pillar of Succession" in the palace of King Walsonge, and told everyone that whoever can draw this sword will have it, be loved by the gods, and become a true king.

Every future head of the Habs family will try to use Gramo to fight against the Atlantistians, and only by maximizing the power of the Glamer Holy Sword and killing the suzerain-level monsters can he be recognized by the family and become the real future head of the family.

"I'm a little interested in the other guy, though." "I heard that there was a half-breed named Longyun who fought with the dragon and the Fafnir dragon in the waters of Freetown, and severely injured each other?" ”

"My lord, it's just a half-blood, it doesn't matter." Grand Butler Ross said, "How can he be compared to the noble Young Master Neo? ”

"Really?" The Elder seemed unimpressed, "But how do you explain that Grammer can exert so much power in his hands?" From the information I've gotten, he's at least sixty percent of Grammer's power. ”

"Sixty percent ......" everyone whispered again, and the face of the big butler of Ross was like a piece of waste paper that had been stepped on the ground countless times, and it couldn't be worse.

"Speaking of this Long Yun, Gege, a member of the Operations Department of the Sky Curtain Company, once reported to the headquarters that this person's bloodline is not pure, and his origin is unknown, and she once witnessed him use Hela's exclusive underworld power in the underworld." "And he had only been in the canopy for two days," said the butler of Ross, "and there was an invasion here, and I think there must be some connection between that." ”

"And what are you going to do with this?"

"I asked him to attend the Templar Baptism, and this year is the first time in the history of the half-breed that they have participated in the Crucible Project, and we have to be careful not to let a single person of questionable identity into the project." Butler Ross said.

"Okay, since that's the case, I want to tell Long Yun about this matter and let him choose for himself." He gently pressed the phone call button on the table, "Please come in with Mr. Finch and Long Yun." ”

Rose's face changed, it seemed that Old Habs had expected him to make this request, and Long Yun and Finch were probably waiting outside the door, just waiting for the call of the elder.

However, templar baptism is not something that a half-breed can bear, and Archsteward Ross is confident in this. Historically, no half-breed could withstand the process of baptism, and the Moria half-breed who participated in the baptism had a very miserable end.