Chapter 37 Who Is the Real Protagonist!

William McConaughey's pupils narrowed slightly.

The power of the blade phase and the lamp phase intertwined in the depths of his eyes, bursting out cold and sharp light that could penetrate glass and skin. It was a deep and colorful light that could not be seen by the naked eye.

The colors of the worldly objects within the field of vision receded like the tide, and the walls, floors, and useless mortals were like the background of a dull photo. Only the two in front of him showed a faint brilliance of color.

One is the wild gray and the gluttonous light red, the other is the flickering light yellow.

William's eyes were like extremely sharp lancets, slowly cutting open their coats, tearing their flesh, and opening their heads... He pretended to be disabled even though his limbs were clearly intact. Inside the skull of the male visitor, he saw the trembling moth that looked like it was stained with blood.

He looked at another female visitor again. Her pure and frail body was filled with a full soul body, and her spiritual consciousness was so strong that it almost condensed into a glow... But after all, it was only almost, and there was no real substance. strength

It turned out that the dim yellow light like the sunset was just radiating from the pendant on the opponent's chest.

A contemptuous sneer rose from the corner of his mouth, "The Stone of Noon...a lackey of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

"Has the Anti-Suppression Bureau now reduced itself to the point where it wants to recruit moth-like lunatics?"

Of course, the mocking words were not revealed easily. William had been able to bury his true emotions deeply in his heart without revealing them, just like the secrets were buried underground with the corpse.

His words are like silence, and his expression is like frost.

An exciting and cold atmosphere filled the corridor, like the sound of swords clashing, and like a raging wind and snow.

The female visitor protected by the lamp is still unaware.

But the male visitor with the moth lodged in his skull has keenly felt the changes in the air. His muscles are trembling and trembling, and his heart is beating fiercely.

But William could feel the other party's spiritual fortitude surging with excitement...as if the fighting spirit was fierce.

"Yes, he is a good seedling for the blade. It is a pity to repair the moth."

These complicated thoughts passed through his mind for just a moment. William's thoughts dispelled the influence, and the corridor returned to normal.

He smiled politely.

"Are you two looking for me? Do you have a reservation in advance? If not, please go to the front desk to register first."

When the influence dissipated, the stiff body of the male visitor suddenly relaxed, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He was panting slightly but could not suppress it.

The female visitor seemed confused. She seemed to have difficulty understanding why her assistant suddenly acted so abnormally, as if she had experienced a tragic battle.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered decisively:

"Oh...Sorry to bother you, we're going to register now."

After saying that, she hurriedly pulled the absent male visitor and left Glover and Sons.

William returned to the office and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the street. The blinds were tightly closed, but this thin barrier was completely invisible to him.

His eyes penetrated the glass and window leaves and fell on the two people who hurriedly fled to the street.

They seemed to be discussing, and their souls fluctuated one after another, making it difficult for William to judge their true thoughts.

The two people downstairs discussed for a while, and finally the tall woman left on her own, leaving only the moth-like man pretending to be disabled. He hid in a hidden part of a store in the street, and seemed to be silently talking. Ground surveillance.

William smiled slightly when he saw this.

"Are you planning to go back to the Anti-Suppression Bureau to seek assistance?"

"You think you can monitor my whereabouts by leaving a little moth here?"

"You underestimate me too much!"

He took off his suit jacket and stood in front of the window wearing only a slightly wrinkled white shirt. He rolled up the blinds and let the early morning sunlight and prying eyes pour into the office. The light golden morning sun reflected on his face, and he was like The smooth blade surface reflects golden light.

William held the coffee that his secretary had just brewed in his hand, gently blew the steam away, took a sip and waved to the shadow behind the window of the bistro across the street, causing the moths in the darkness to flutter their wings.

He placed the potted plant originally placed on his desk next to the window sill. There was also a light reflected from the lens in the ruins in the distance, and the message had been carried out on the route of light.

After William finished all this, he officially began to work as an office manager.

Although the lights made him lose weight, it also gave him strong thinking ability, and his insight and inspiration were improved. When he concentrates, more light that cannot be seen by the naked eye will overflow from his pupils, like an overflowing light.

The office manager's job was indeed easier than his previous position. Before long, William had finished auditing and signing the reports. He walked to the window facing the hall, and his intense gaze invaded the hall along with the sound of the blinds rolling up.

The slightly slack workers felt the sharp glances like needles passing by, and unconsciously straightened their backs and worked harder, like soldiers waiting for inspection by the general.

William lowered the curtains with satisfaction. He enjoyed this feeling of supervision very much, like a ruler inspecting his territory to inspect his harvest.

Although he is not yet the true ruler of this company, but... he will be soon.

The office manager's job was so easy that he even took time to lie back on the soft office chair and close his eyes for a while.

Dreamlessness is the pursuit of immortals, but William has already achieved it in this moment of deep sleep.

Until the sound of noisy leather boots stepping on the stairs was heard.

When William opened his eyes, the door of the office was roughly opened, and a team of elite soldiers wearing black uniforms and armed with live ammunition rushed in, followed by the female investigator protected by the Stone of Noon.

"Don't move, raise your hands!"

The dark muzzle pointed at the innocent and panicked office manager. He seemed to be frightened, with confusion and surprise on his face, and he raised his hands in a panic and walked out from behind the desk.

The power of the winter phase of the host began to gather all the abnormal characteristics in the soul body, the blade was sheathed, the lights were turned off, and the heartbeat was temporarily slowed down... All the mysteries sank into the deep silence, and William McConaughey seemed like a fragile and ignorant mortal.

He cried out in panic:

"Ah! What's wrong? What happened?!"

The irritable soldier pointed the Martini Henry rifle at the office manager's head, the teardrop-shaped safety was already on, and his index finger was on the trigger, ready to pull the trigger if there was any movement. He shouted:

"Shut up! Get down and hold your head with both hands!!!"

The female investigator and other soldiers turned the entire office upside down. Another elderly investigator who came late wore thick glasses, and a strange glare radiated from his eyes... or perhaps it should be said that it radiated from the glasses and fell on the shivering office manager in the corner.

The nine traits are healthy and strong, but no abnormalities caused by secret knowledge were found.

The staff in the hall were eager to do something good, but because of the office manager's former majesty, they only dared to whisper and discuss at their workstations, but no one dared to come over to check the situation.

Only the sad-looking little Glover and the old Glover whose stomach often gurgled dared to get close to the door and peek inside.

After a long while, the female investigator searched in vain and shook her head helplessly at the old investigator.

At the same time, a soldier who came hurriedly whispered in the old investigator's ear, making the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deeper.

Although the good-natured old Glover was old, he was still sharp-eyed and sharp-eared. He secretly overheard the content of the conversation:

"Sir... No abnormality was found at the site of Kate and Helo Co., Ltd."

The office manager squatting on the ground cried pitifully:

"Sir, I am innocent--"

After paving the way for a full thirty-six chapters and nearly 100,000 words, the protagonist of this book finally officially debuted! (Laughs)

I'll just post the attributes of the True Master --

William McConaughey, the Immortal on the Way to Formation

Basic attributes: 4 [Health], 3 [Rationality], 3 [Passion]

Secret attributes: 7 [Blade], 5 [Light], 5 [Winter], 2 [Heart]

I can carry a person across the river, or strangle him easily... But I know I'm still insignificant, and I still need to continue to follow the Colonel -- the God of No Fear of Scars.