Six Hundred and Seventy Third Sword of Suspicion

The darkness, the candlelight, the smoke, the reflection of the skeleton, the unwavering, emotionless agreement, like the murmur of hell and the wail of the wind...

The meeting is about to begin.

Old Dukov, the host of today's meeting, cleared his throat: "My dear brothers..."

Lorraine raised her hand in a flash, almost extinguishing the candle in front of her.

Old Dukov's MC speech was cut off in half, and he opened his mouth and gestured for a long time, finally regaining that mysterious tone.

"My dear brother Drake, do you have any doubts about Brother Yi's words?"

"Yes." Lorraine propped her chin and knocked on the table, "At first I wanted to ask what the hell Mei Sheng was, but now I want to ask what the hell Mei Sheng and Brother Yi are."

"Uh..." Old Dukov heard a suppressed laugh, "My brother Drake, I had a common vision when we joined hands, hoping that our home would have divinity..."

"The third meeting." Lorraine interrupted lazily. "There were not so many rules back then. We drank at Mr. Azaros's island villa, and you and old Revere even brought a mistress."

"There must be sanctity is what the old Pellamin shouted while holding the wine bottle. I swear by my faith. At that time, your slap was on the chest of your mistress, and you were not with us at all!"

Old Dukov was a little embarrassed and angry, and had no way to refute, so he could only stare at Lorraine fiercely: "Little Drake, I just want our organization to be more formal, and more in line with the temperament of the light of humanity!"

"The light of humanity emits the smell of gunpowder, not sandalwood!" Lorraine took a deep breath, "Old Dukov, I don't know what stimulated you these past few months, but in my manor, don't you feel Are we looking more like cheese-hungry mice who are afraid of house cats?"

"mouse?"

"Yes," whispered Mr. Plundit.

"It does look like a mouse." Old Pellamin agreed in a low voice.

"Damn sandalwood makes me feel like I can't breathe."

"I hate the dark! I can't even see a candle."

"Damn sense of ritual, isn't it good to do business with a wine glass in hand?"

"Even God says that wine is the light of mankind!"

The hidden dissatisfaction was completely ignited by Lorraine. Someone stood up and slammed open the heavy curtains, and someone opened the door and kicked the smoking censer out, completely disregarding the modesty of his millions of pounds.

Old Dukov stared blankly at the flickering candle in the light, looked at it, and saw a wine bottle toppled in front of his eyes, the clear and pure wine spilled out, and a light blue flame was ignited with a cry. Soon even the source was extinguished, but no smoke could come out.

Lorraine smiled and slapped a square wine glass in front of old Dukov, pushed the candlestick away with a bang, and filled it with wine.

"Okay, old guy, this is the atmosphere of the Council of Light itself. We are just a group of selfish pirates and businessmen, and our weapons are gold, not mystery."

Old Dukov sighed heavily: "Our weapons may not be mysterious, but our opponent is..."

...

"Four months ago, in August..." Old Dukov recalled, "You all know that I have been working on finding the design of the missing battleship since Wyrust.

"

"These blueprints have appeared sporadically on some black markets since October last year. They were defaced and burnt. The big pirates who attacked the island that day were all dead, and the rest were illiterate vagrants and wanted criminals. May God curse them for not knowing the value of this treasure!"

Old Dukov digressed again.

Lorraine looked at him helplessly, and asked softly: "How much have you collected these days?"

"73 sheets." Old Dukov breathed heavily, "There are many competitors, and even more pages are missing. Little Drake, how many have you collected?"

Lorraine grinned: "There are 4 pieces in total, costing 5 pounds 8 shillings and 3 pence. The things were handed over to the client early in the morning. It was the client's opinion that these pictures were dismantled and a large number of them were lost. The value of collecting and researching."

Dukov raised his eyebrows: "Britain's heritage is really enviable. Russia is different. The blueprints I collected were highly praised by the Admiralty, and the Emperor himself received honors for me, saying that I have contributed to the future of Russia."

He was silent for a moment: "On the second day after receiving the honor, a man who called himself Rasemian found me. He said that he was the guard of the Masonic Swedish ceremony, that is, the previous lord. .”

Exclaimed at the venue.

Old Pellamin clapped his wine glass: "The former master of the Freemasonry... have you joined the Freemasonry?"

"I participated in their rally in Novgorod. Their sense of ritual..." Old Dukov was silent for a while, "Although I don't understand it, I was greatly shocked."

Lorraine finally understands where all those ghost-seeing rituals come from.

Old Dukov continued to be shocked: "Perhaps there is a reason for watching the ceremony. The assembly that day was only a ceremony, and there was no discussion. After the assembly, I received a formal invitation. If I am willing to join, their lords and guards are willing to be my guides." Mei Sheng."

"The lord and the former lord will pick you up?!" Old Pela Minghuo stood up, "Russian, do you accept?"

"This is probably the biggest temptation I have ever received in my life..." Old Dukov sighed, "If I hadn't been worried about being wiped by Drake's brown girlfriend, I think I would have agreed..."

"They have conditions! They want me to defect after the end of the stock subscription in the First Bank, and to recruit as many people as possible among us to join!" He raised his head suddenly, his sharp eyes fixed on Lorraine, "But Xiaode Lake, not including you!"

question? ask? doubt?

Lorraine tilted his head and looked at Dukov, feeling more and more eyes in the eyes.

"Are you all curious?" Lorraine asked knowingly.

No one answered, the only gain of this question knowingly asked was to aggravate the question, and it also added precautions and alienation.

Lorraine could only raise his hands in surrender.

"Let me tell you the answer first, I don't know." He said, "I don't know why they treat me differently, and at the same time, I am not one of them."

"Freemasonry originated in Scotland, I also started in Scotland, and my family enjoys a reputation throughout Great Britain. Judging from these conditions, you do have good reasons to suspect that I am a secret member of the Freemasonry."

"But have you forgotten my faith?"

"Freemasonry requires every American student to at least believe in the existence of the Creator, even if He is not God, and although there are countless gods in the Vikings' beliefs, there is no Supreme Creator."

Lorraine clearly heard the relaxed panting, and the eyes of those old guys looking over became soft.

He knew that he had successfully cleared himself of the suspicion, but at the same time, everyone except him had suspicions.

After a moment of relaxation, the atmosphere became tense again, obviously other people also thought of this.

Freemasonry can invite Dukov, and everyone here except Lorraine. Dukov may have declined the invitation, or may not have declined at all.

"Are there any traitors among us?"

The sudden sound startled everyone, they turned their heads angrily, and saw Lorraine laughing and teasing the wine glass.

"Is that what you are thinking in your heart?" He jokingly said, "After all, Freemasonry is very attractive to businessmen, and the threshold for joining the association is really low. Except for me, no one here can prove themselves. innocent."

"But I guess, maybe our suspicion at the moment is exactly what the Freemasons are trying to achieve."

"You mean there are no traitors among us?" Mr. Prundit asked harshly, "You mean the reason why the group of rats invited old Dukov is to make us suspicious of each other and unable to cooperate like we are now?"

"I didn't say that." Lorraine sneered, "I just don't think this question is important at all."

"unimportant?"

"Maybe there are traitors among us, maybe none, maybe one, maybe eleven, everything is possible. Isn't this the terrible thing about Freemasonry?"

"They are good at playing with mystery, they are good at flaunting themselves with mystery, and they are good at arming themselves with mystery. In other words, they actually have nothing but mystery."

"They launched an attack on us, gentlemen!" Lorraine stood up and raised his voice with the only innocent body present, "They thought they used their best weapon to destroy our trust. However, it is ridiculous that this It just proves that they don't understand businessmen."

"Trust is expensive, especially the trust of businessmen. We have never been a group united by trust and ideals. What maintains us is common interests. Interests are eternal, and trust is ever-changing."

He finished his long speech, walked to the wall of the meeting room alone, slowly took off the decorated sword, unsheathed it, and brightened the blade.

"Gentlemen, now I have a proposal."

Everyone looked at him, but no one spoke.

"For our mutual benefit, I propose that if anyone in the revolving door project reneges on the promise we made under the skull and skull flag, whether he is a Freemason or not..."

Ding!

The sword broke.

The lingering sound is curling, endless.

"Agree!" "Agree!" "Agree!"... "Agree!"

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