"You seem to have lost weight, did you not eat well?"

"How come, there is delicious food every day - Sean, what are you doing standing so far away?"

I see. His relationship with Jung, secretly helping Long Island Bill kill God, and resources that are much better than other explorers... Sean stood blankly, just wondering why he didn't find out earlier.

Nietzsche was Catherine's father.

"What's wrong with you Sean?"

"Isn't this the president? Why is it your father?" He finally moved. walked over. He wasn't wearing a mask, so he just shook hands.

He knew that Nietzsche knew who he was. There was no trace of surprise on the president's face. He just smiled kindly and looked like just a father who loved his daughter very much. He is wearing a striped shirt and a tight black vest today, looking very energetic.

Catherine replied: "I haven't broken through the mask yet. When I get promoted to ace, I will let everyone know. It would be better to maintain the status quo."

"I'm really confused." Sean said sincerely.

"Angelo didn't mention my dad until I was an adult. He just said that he was in Europe. After she disappeared, I didn't know who my dad was..."

Nietzsche continued: "Angelo was a little unhappy with me before. She tried her best to avoid letting Catherine know about my relationship with her. Therefore, I told Catherine this secret so late."

That's why Catherine took her mother's surname, not Nietzsche. In order to protect their daughter, the two of them kept this relationship a secret.

It seems that Catherine really values ​​herself and is willing to share her biggest secret with herself.

But…

Sean tried his best to appear calm on the surface, but inside he seemed to be experiencing a storm. He looked at the black crescent moon, at Nietzsche who was smiling kindly, and at Catherine. He didn't know what to say.

"Come in and sit down." Nietzsche warmly invited them in.

They walked into the tea hall, and three teacups were already placed on the table. They were seated and the maid made tea for them. Catherine told how Sean found Angelo and how he surprised himself. Nietzsche had obviously heard the story, but he still smoked his pipe and squinted his eyes when he heard it.

"Mr. Dickinson, thank you very much. You solved a problem in Cathy's heart. You know, I have been trying to find Angelo these years, but I always unconsciously investigate the direction of mysterious events. I have invested a lot of resources but there is no result, but I never thought it would be such a story, a story that has nothing to do with mystery...

"I have to say that you have quite outstanding insight."

With Catherine here, Nietzsche seems not to be the same Nietzsche. Not one iota of his inner madness showed.

In such an eerie family chat, Sean maintained due courtesy and modesty, but at the same time he kept trying to find clues to Nietzsche's dark side. He couldn't find it.

"By the way, I bought two skirts for you, go and try them on."

Catherine followed the maid and left. She went up the stairs and closed the door of the room. There were only the two of them left in the teahouse.

Nietzsche didn't speak, and neither did Sean. The air seemed to condense.

"I didn't know it was you." He leaned back halfway, the smoke from his pipe was illuminated by the sun, "Cathy said she talked about her boyfriend and many things about you, but she didn't say it was you."

"Well. I don't even know it's you."

They fell silent again.

"There are still five days before the agreed time," Nietzsche said.

"I know."

"We've got to fix a problem—I can't make Kathy sad."

"Me too."

"We can solve this problem simply: you swear your future allegiance to me, and we're all happy."

"Impossible. I also have a 'happy everyone' plan: You step down as president, surrender to the Questers Tribunal, and confess how many Questers you killed."

Again there was silence. But they seem to be used to this silence.

"Then there is only one way." Nietzsche shifted his weight forward, pressed his elbows on his knees, pointed at Sean with his pipe, squinting his eyes, "I will banish your annoying soul and turn you into a puppet, and then you will continue to please Cathy."

"You can try it." Sean also sat up straight, "Mr. Nietzsche, I will make you regret not surrendering yourself to the Mystery Court, after all, you have done so many scandals."

Nietzsche laughed. Dark smile. Sean finally saw the real him.

"You're such an infuriating genius." He leaned back in his chair.

Catherine came down, it was a blue skirt, and she matched it with a simple hat. Qianqian

She stood in front of the two and turned around: "Does it look good?"

"Good looking." They almost said in unison.

Finding that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, Catherine put one hand on her hip: "When I'm not around, what are you two talking about?"

"Philosophy." Nietzsche bit his pipe.

"Law." Sean said with a smile.

"Let's talk about the weather, gentlemen, and stop this dull stuff." She went upstairs again.

"Sean, you don't really think you can beat me, do you?" Black joker said.

Sean didn't answer.

"I'm really curious, where did your inexplicable sense of justice come from, and what do you plan to use it for? Do you hate me because I killed a few explorers?"

"And your threat."

"Okay. I repeat, if you swear your allegiance to me, I can cancel this bet. Do you understand? Mr. Dickinson, I have given you a way out."

"My answer is: no." Of course Sean wanted to take that exit, he wanted to protect Catherine's heart. But what about after pledging allegiance to Nietzsche? Will it be a day when life is worse than death? How to agree to any request of a madman?

"Okay. Very good." Nietzsche leaned back in the chair and didn't speak again.

Catherine came down again, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com put relaxed smiles on their faces again. They stayed at his house for dinner, and Sean and Nietzsche had been having friendly conversations so that Catherine would not notice. After the initial shock, Sean's mind became heavier.

Dealing with black jokers is a matter of narrow escape, and no matter what the ending is, it will inevitably hurt Catherine. This unsolvable situation made him miserable. At the dining table, he was smiling, but the storm in his heart didn't stop at all. He didn't know what to do, and he couldn't stop his chaotic thoughts.

Sean finished perhaps the most difficult dinner in his life, and Nietzsche stood at the door to see them off.

"Sean, what's wrong with you today?" Catherine was driving, her face illuminated by street lights. She still sensed something was wrong with Sean.

Cathy, your father is a madman. He has killed many Questers. I want to fight him. Please stand by my side. Looking at Catherine's face, Sean said in his heart.

But, how to speak these words to her?

what will happen to her Can she help herself in the duel five days later? Wouldn't she have been tortured between two men?

Cathy, what the **** am I supposed to say, what the **** am I supposed to do? How did things become like this?

He hasn't made any decisions yet, and he can't say those yet.

"I'm just so shocked."

"Did the president elect you to vote for Phillips?" Catherine asked suddenly. Sean didn't answer.

"I still remember your statement at the King's Club. I guess you may not like Nietzsche." She turned her face away, not angry, "But it's okay, for the sake of our future, let's get to know him slowly."