The room is very bright, a bit unusually bright.

Candlesticks, candle holders, chandeliers... Hundreds of candles swayed under the Ruoruuowu night breeze, piled on top of each other, making everything in the house nowhere to hide.

Emmons knew this was definitely not the norm in Lorraine's study.

Although the Drake House is indeed luxurious, the luxury handled by Carmen has always been concise and restrained. With a little ignorance of materials and craftsmanship, guests cannot perceive the existence of luxury.

Light up hundreds of candles for lighting? Or in a private study, meet a guest who is not a guest?

This kind of low-level display of wealth even disdains the most stupid nouveau riche, let alone the most orthodox aristocratic education like Lorraine, the wealthy top chaebol of the enemy country.

If something goes wrong, it is a demon.

Emmons suddenly realized something, and immediately sat down opposite Lorraine, his face solemn and full of concentration.

"Tea? Or coffee?"

The exact same questioning, Lorraine sat opposite Emmons with Erlang's legs upright, and his tone of voice was exactly the same as the opening of the day.

"I saw a few bottles of 53-year-old white rum in your wine cellar, if you can..."

"Tea? Or coffee?"

"Tea……"

Lorraine snapped her fingers, and Monica wearing a lady's swallowtail came in from outside, took only one step, and stood by the door.

"Master, please order."

"Bring a cup of tea for Colonel Emmons." Lorraine said half-heartedly. "By the way, does the Colonel have any tastes?"

"I like Su Ge better..."

"The colonel said he doesn't care, Monica, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's the housekeeper's duty to entertain guests, and you don't have to be polite."

Monica lifted the skirt and bowed, stepped back, and the door closed gently and slowly.

Click.

For the first time, Lorraine raised his eyes and looked at Emmons.

"Colonel Chris Emmons, I heard that you caused Shaq a lot of trouble?"

"Yes." Emmons was more honest than when he first entered the house, "I am not good at handling my own affairs, and occasionally leave some heads and tails, and I am often taken care of by the general."

"The beginning and the end... does it mean being collected or buried alive?"

"Both, but only one time was buried alive. The kidnapping and threatening to cut hands and feet in order to collect debts happened several times. Fortunately, the general could arrive in time every time, otherwise I would have been forced to retire. "

"Such a wonderful encounter, and all you worry about is retirement?" Lorraine asked strangely.

"Isn't it bad to retire?" Emmons behaved strangely than Lorraine, and definitely not pretending to be. There is no source of livelihood. If a disabled person has no other means of earning a living, I will die of persecution, and I will not be able to complete my own research until I die."

"Research? The probability of gambling?" Lorraine remembered Emmons' self-defense in New Orleans a few years ago.

"The probability of gambling can be calculated. I firmly believe in this and I am willing to give my life to prove it."

"Admirable big ambition." Lorraine praised mechanically.

The tea came up, it was a standard English blend, mellow and not tangy, completely different from what Emmons wanted.

Lorraine added fresh milk slowly: "Are you nervous?"

Sizzle!

This question helped Emmons tore open the sugar packet, and the fine sugar was spilled everywhere.

He sighed and picked up the mess in front of him, and replied softly: "I'm looking for Assassin and want to know where she is."

"Henna... probably went to see Bell. In theory, Bell may abscond with fear of crime."

"perhaps?"

Lorraine stirred the tea, smiled and said: "It should be different from what you think. I rarely instruct Hina. She is free. She decides where she wants to go and what she wants to do. I just want to Responsible for the consequences."

"So this morning?"

"Yes, whether it is shooting a throwing knife or holding your neck with a knife is her own judgment. If she judged you to be damned at the time, I will throw your body into your ship and send it on the road along with the 16 sailors. , Sinking near Bermuda."

The cold sweat immediately covered Emmons' back.

He was confident that Lorraine would not kill him, because there was a bond between the Drake brothers, and no one would easily break this bond.

But Heina Yesra... this woman is a mystery in the information about the Drake Chamber of Commerce all over the world. No one can guess her rules of action, which means that no one can guess her spontaneous behavior, including The motive for the murder.

Emmons suddenly felt that he would be killed. The surrounding bright study suddenly changed, and the murderous intent was almost overflowing.

Frightened, horrified, unexpected, at a loss.

Emmons faced his fear awkwardly, but what he thought in his heart was... Am I so afraid of death?

After years of fierce swordsmanship and threats of debt collection, he always thought he was not afraid of the fear of death.

But this time the feeling was completely different. From the moment he failed to speak, his heart never really calmed down.

Why is this happening?

He looked at this long day curiously, replayed his experience and mood quickly like a revolving lantern, and finally found the difference.

The difference is obvious.

Prior to this, all the killing intent he faced was clear. Whether the other party really wanted to kill him or threatened him with death, he could know it in advance and knew it clearly.

He can’t escape if he really wants to kill him, and he doesn’t have to escape if he doesn’t want to kill him. This is true of war and debt collection. In the face of the known future, he doesn’t need unnecessary fear, or he can easily persuade himself to give up. fear.

But this time it was different.

First of all, the threat of death was not included in his itinerary. If everything went well, Lorraine had no reason to take his life.

This was a pure accident, without any prior signs.

What's more, this accident was also mixed with uncontrollable variables named Heina Yesra, which made the course of the whole event full of unknown and unsearchable.

What he feared was not death at all, but the unknown that he could not judge whether he would die, like a... gamble.

Emmons got excited out of time, sweating in excitement, and his heart beating.

"Will... Mr. Chairman, if... I mean what if. If you and Assassin have different judgments, and she has killed me before you know what you want, just like this morning. You...you What will it do?"

"What would I do..." Lorraine showed a strange confusion on his face, "Is this a provocation?"

"It's not a provocation!" Emmons hurriedly waved his hand. "It's not a provocation, but a reference. Just like roulette, odds and evens, and cards, the poker table will always show history. This is the reference left by the dealer to the gambler, only for reference. , We have the possibility to calculate the probability..."

Lorraine suddenly said, "It's gambling..."

"Yes!" Emmons gasped, "You are today's bookmaker and Assassin is the croupier. I made a bet with my life. You are obliged to provide me with a reference, otherwise, otherwise..."

"Otherwise you can only guess."

"Yes!"

Lorraine thought about it ~lightnovelpub.net~ for a while, and suddenly laughed.

"Although your words are very convincing, it is a pity that my reference is of no value to you."

"This is not a fair gaming table, it is destiny. Destiny is never fair, and only when the bet is high enough will it become a gambling."

"Your life doesn't matter. I mean, even if I didn't want to kill you, but Henna killed you, that is just a trivial matter, and there is no value for us to discuss it."

Emmons' eyes flushed red: "No, Mr. Chairman, paper can't contain fire, even if you hide it well..."

"The premise of this hypothesis is not to hide it." Lorraine interrupted him, "You are dead, you died in front of Shaq, Henna killed you, I will apologize, and then what should I do, what Nothing will change, nothing will change, this is your weight."

The black tea was tuned, the milky fragrance was overflowing, and the tea was scented. Lorraine took a sip and put down the cup with satisfaction.

"Okay, it's late. Tell me, where is Shaq?"