Chapter 202 Night Talk and Visitors

late at night. Terrance Manor.

Malcolm's schedule has always been very regular. This is the secret to his ability to maintain energy. Especially during the preparation process of the Black Business Alliance, various situations emerged one after another, but Malcolm was always able to solve them in an orderly manner. He looked tired, obviously in his forties, but his body still looked like that of a twenty-year-old.

In the past, he had been in bed on time at this time, but tonight for the first time, he stayed in the study.

He randomly picked up a book from the bookshelf and flipped through it.

Several maids in the corridor didn't even dare to take a breath at this time. Everyone knew that Malcolm was not in a good mood during this time.

Malcolm has a stern character to begin with, and his expression usually looks very old-fashioned. But when the incident on the beach came out, his expression became more serious, and you could feel the aura from a long distance away. Terrifying momentum.

During breakfast, a maid who was serving him was frightened out of her hands. As a result, the butler on the side called someone to drag her out and whip her. From then on, the slaves in Terence Manor became even more silent. .

Seeing that Malcolm had been in the study for almost an hour beyond his bedtime, no one dared to remind him, but they were afraid of being punished for not reminding him.

The maids were very confused, and finally focused their attention on a short black maid named Leah. The latter was also the most liked by Malcolm among all the maids. Unlike other maids, even if she made mistakes, Marco would Mu also almost never punished her, and she was ostracized by some people for this reason.

Without saying anything, Leah turned around and walked to the kitchen downstairs. Then she returned to the study with a glass of hot milk, straightened her clothes, and knocked on the door twice.

Malcolm's voice came from inside, "Come in."

The black maid heard this and opened the door. Malcolm sat on the velvet sofa without raising his head.

It wasn't until Leah put the glass of milk on the table in front of him that Malcolm snorted, "You're welcome. I have to wait for a guest tonight and will stay up late."

"Yes, Mr. Malcolm." Leah smiled, put away the plate, and was about to leave, but the next moment Malcolm's voice sounded again.

"Has anyone else entered my study recently?"

Leah was shocked when she heard this. For a moment she thought that Malcolm had discovered that the letter had been stolen. She only took one letter from it and returned it the next day. She didn't know that Malcolm How did Mu discover the anomaly?

Could it be that her luck was so bad that it happened to be that day when Malcolm re-checked those old letters and found that one was missing from them, but there were so many letters there, how could Malcolm remember the location of each one. And the most important thing is what should she do at this time?

Invent a thief that doesn't exist? Turn Malcolm's suspicion on the other person to make yourself safer, or put the blame on someone else.

Countless thoughts flashed through Leah's mind at this moment, but it was only a matter of a moment. When she turned around, there was just the right amount of confusion on her face, "Is there something missing? But according to Mr. Malcolm As per your request, I am usually the only one who comes in every time I clean."

Malcolm said oh, "I'm just asking casually. It's not very peaceful recently, so it never hurts to be careful." After saying that, he pointed to the chair in front of him, "Now that you're here, don't leave in a hurry. , come and chat with me.”

Leah breathed a sigh of relief. She knew her bet was right. Malcolm did not find out about the letter. She gathered up her skirt and sat on the chair. She smiled and said, "What do you want to talk about?"

Malcolm put down the book in his hand, "Let's talk about books, what have you been reading recently."

“I am reading the Bible because many people around me have been reading it since I came into the world.”

"Well, the fastest way to integrate into a culture is to understand its religion. Have you seen Exodus? What do you think? The Israelites could not bear the slavery of the Egyptians, and escaped from Egypt under the guidance of Jehovah, following the prophet Moses, After going through hardships, I finally came to the promised land flowing with milk and honey. Does this chapter have any inspiration for you?"

Leah's smile became a little forced upon hearing this.

"Do you know what I like most about you? You rarely say anything against your will. If it were those guys outside, they would definitely tell me now that they like their current life and will never run away or leave." Malcolm He adjusted his sitting position to make his waist more comfortable, "But in fact, no one likes to be enslaved."

Leah was silent for a long time and said, "Will Jehovah end the suffering that my compatriots are suffering now?"

"What do you think?" Malcolm asked, "thousands of years ago, those Israelites believed in their Lord, so their Lord led them to escape the rule of the evil pagans, but now you and I believe in the same Creator, do you think He will free you from us?"

"Then where is our path? Will our descendants continue to be enslaved like us?"

"It depends on when you can truly integrate into our world."

What the black maid wanted to say, Malcolm held out a finger, "The integration I am talking about does not just refer to things like language, food, clothing, etiquette, and religion. Although these things are also important, the most important thing is This is here." Malcolm pointed to his head, "You need to think like us, only then will you really be accepted as our kind."

"But will we still be us when that day comes?" Leah asked.

"Good question. Civilization is the most barbaric thing in the world. It has only one theme, and that is conquest." Malcolm said, "It will not stop until it reaches its goal. If you insist on not being conquered, Assimilation, then the only way left is destruction.”

After Malcolm finished speaking, someone knocked on the study door again, and the butler's voice sounded from outside, "Mr. Malcolm, the guests are about to arrive."

"Okay, that's it for today. You can go down." Malcolm waved his hand, and the black maid bowed and opened the door to the study. Not long after she walked out, a man in a cloak walked in from the outside. , it was still raining lightly outside at the moment, and there was a sense of moisture on his body.

When the book door closed again, he took off his cloak, and underneath was Fraser's face.