Darkness, candlelight, smoke, the reflection of skeletons, and a sound of agreement without ups and downs, emotionless, like the whispers of **** and the wailing of the wind...

　　The meeting is about to begin.

　　 Today’s meeting host Dukov cleared his throat: "Brothers Meisheng..."

　　 Lorraine raised his hand and almost wiped out the candle in front of him.

　　 Old Dukov’s emcee was cut in half, and he opened his mouth for a long time to make gestures, and finally recovered that mysterious tone.

　　 "Brother Drake, who is beautiful, do you have any doubts about what Brother Yi said?"

　　 "Yes." Lorraine supported his chin and tapped the table. "I wanted to ask what the **** is Meisheng, but now I want to ask what the **** is Meisheng and Brother Yi."

　　 "Uh..." Old Dukov heard a suppressed laugh, "My Drake brothers, I had a common vision when I got married. I hope our family has a divine spirit..."

　　 "The third meeting." Lorraine interjected lazily, "At that time there were not so many rules. We were drinking at the island villa of Mr. Asaros, and you and Old Revere also took a mistress."

　　 "The sacredness was called out by the old Pelamin holding the wine bottle. I swear by my faith. At that time, your slap was pressing on the mistress's chest, and you didn't press with us at all!"

　　 Old Dukov was a little bit ashamed and angry, and could not refute, he could only stare at Lorraine fiercely: "Little Drake, I just want to make our organization more formal and more in line with the temperament of the light of humanity!"

"The human light emits the smell of gunpowder smoke, not the smell of sandalwood!" Lorraine took a deep breath, "Old Dukov, I don't know how you have been stimulated in the past few months, but in my manor, don't you think We now look more like mice coveting cheese and afraid of domestic cats?"

"mouse?"

　　 "Yes." Mr. Prundit whispered.

　　 "It's really like a mouse." Old Pelamin whispered.

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

　　 "I hate darkness! That makes me can't even see the candle."

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

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

　　 The implied dissatisfaction was completely ignited by Lorraine. Someone stood up and drew back the heavy curtains. Others opened the door and kicked the smoking incense burner out, completely ignoring the restraint of his wealth of millions of pounds.

Old Dukov was stunned looking at the residual candle swaying in the light, watching and watching, and saw a wine bottle poured in front of his eyes, the clear and pure liquor spilled out, and the light blue flame was ignited with a cry. Even if Xuan was extinguished along with the source, no smoke could even come out.

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

　　 "Well, old guy, this is the atmosphere of the Illuminati Council. We are just a group of selfish pirates and businessmen. Our weapons are gold, not mysteries."

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

　　……

　　 "Four months ago, August..." Old Dukov recalled, "As you all know, I have been working hard to find the missing battleship blueprint since Werst."

"These design drawings have appeared sporadically on some black markets since October last year. The defaced and burnt ones. The big pirates who attacked the island that day died. The rest were illiterate homeless people and wanted criminals. Do not understand the value of this treasure, may God curse them!"

　　 Old Dukov digressed again.

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

　　 "73 photos." Old Dukov exhaled, "There are many competitors, and more pages are missing. Little Drake, how many have you collected?"

Lorraine grinned: "A total of 4 pictures, costing 5 pounds, 8 shillings and 3 pence. The things were passed to the client early in the morning. It was the client’s opinion that these drawings were taken apart, and a large number of them were lost. The value of collection and research."

　　 Dukov raised his eyebrows: "The heritage of Great Britain is really enviable. Russia is different. The drawings I collected have been highly praised by the Admiralty. The emperor personally received honors for me, saying that I have made contributions to the future of Russia."

He was silent for a moment: "On the second day after that time, a man who claimed to be Lasemian found me. He said that he was the guardian of the Masonic Swedish Rites, that is, the previous lord. ."

　　 exclaimed at the meeting place.

　　 Old Pelamin snapped his glass of wine with a tap: "The former Lord of Freemasonry...Have you joined Freemasonry?"

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

　　 Lorraine understood where the rituals for seeing ghosts came from.

Old Dukov continued to be shocked: "Perhaps there was a reason to observe the ceremony. The rally that day was only a ceremony and no discussion. After the rally, I was officially invited. If I want to join, their lord and guard are willing to be my guide. Meisheng."

　　"The Lord and the former Lord will lead you to you?!" Old Pella Minghuo stood up, "Russian, did you accept it?"

　　 "This is probably the biggest temptation I have ever received in my life..." Old Dukov sighed, "If it weren't for worrying about being wiped by Drake's brown girlfriend, I think I must have agreed..."

"They have the conditions! They want me to turn around after the first bank subscription ends, and draw as many people as possible among us!" He suddenly raised his head, his sharp eyes fixed on Lorraine, "But Xiaode Lake, not including you!"

　　 Questioning? ask? doubt?

　　 Lorraine tilted his head and looked at Dukov, feeling more and more gazes.

　　 "Are everyone curious?" Lorraine asked knowingly.

　　 No one answered. The only result of this knowing question is that it aggravates the question, and also adds precaution and alienation.

　　 Lorraine can only surrender.

　　 "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 has a reputation throughout Great Britain. From these conditions, you do have good reasons to suspect that I am a secret member of Freemasonry."

　　 "But have you forgotten my faith?"

　　 "Freemason requires every beauty student to at least believe in the existence of the Creator, even if he is not God. Although there are countless gods in Viking's belief, there is no creation, the supreme supreme one."

　　 Lorraine heard the relaxing gasp clearly, and the eyes of the old guys turned soft.

　　 He knew that he had successfully removed the suspicion from him, but at the same time, everyone except him was suspected.

　　 After a moment of relaxation, the atmosphere became tense again, and it was obvious that others had thought of this too.

　　 Freemasonry can invite Dukov or everyone present here except Lorraine. Dukov may have refused the invitation, or he may not have refused at all.

　　 "Are there any traitors among us?"

The sudden sound of 　　 shocked everyone. They turned their heads angrily and saw Lorraine teasing the glass with a smile.

"You are probably thinking that in your heart?" He jokingly said, "After all, Freemasonry is very attractive to businessmen, and the threshold for membership is really low. No one but me can prove himself. Innocent."

　　 "But I guess, maybe our suspicion at the moment is exactly what Freemason wants to achieve."

　　 "You mean there are no traitors among us?" Mr. Prundit asked harshly, "You mean that the group of mice invited old Dukoff to make us mistrust each other like we are now and cannot cooperate?"

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

　　 "Not important?"

　　 "There may be traitors among us, or there may not be, there may be one ~lightnovelpub.net~ or there may be eleven, everything is possible. Isn't this the scary part of Freemasonry?"

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

"They launched an attack on us, gentlemen!" Lorraine stood up, raising the volume 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 merchants."

　　 "Trust is expensive, and the trust of businessmen is especially expensive. We have never been a group united by trust and ideals. We maintain our common interests. Interests are eternal, and trust changes rapidly."

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

　　 "Gentlemen, now I have a proposal."

　　Everyone looked at him, no one spoke.

　　 "For our common interest, I propose that if someone in the revolving door project abandons our promise under the Skull and Bones banner, whether he is a member of the Freemasonry..."

Ding!

　　 The sword is broken.

　　 The remaining sound is curled up and endless.

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

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