It wasn't until the car drove to Maynard Maltz Manor that Chang Xiyi gradually became mentally prepared for the fact that "I am about to meet my idol from my student days".

...So, are you sure you've notified Mr. Maltz beforehand? "

Boss Chang was still a little uneasy.

A steady voice sounded in the manor: "Please come in, my distinguished guests.

Chang Xi paused for a moment and turned his gaze to the manor.

He holds an oak staff and wears a dark brown handmade long gown of excellent fabric with black patterns. His figure was slightly bloated, and his hair was pulled back neatly. There is also a monocle with a sense of technology on the face.

That was Maynard Maltz.

Maynard's eyes briefly met Forty-Two's, then he nodded silently. Immediately, he greeted Chang Xiyi with a smile: "Mr. Chang, right? We have already arranged dinner for you...

"Well, thank you very much, but how to say

Chang Xi pointed at her head in embarrassment, and made a retro mechanical synthesis voice: "I think, I just need to charge the battery. My current body doesn't have the ability to digest."

"Then just arrange another inspection. I have the best prosthetist in the world here. I heard that you are also in this line of work. Why don't you share your experience?" Maynard made a decisive decision, " Margaret, take the guest to the engine room.

"Yes." It was different from ordinary people's impression of Gao Shang—although his accompanying maid was not ugly, she was definitely not "amazingly beautiful", nor was she young at all.

She looked about forty or fifty years old, let alone a maid, even by the standard of a head maid, she looked a little bit older.

Especially in this day and age, beauty is available to everyone. It doesn't even cost much to change the insurance, let alone a world-class tycoon like Maynard. But both Maynard and his maid could clearly see signs of aging on their faces.

The feet of time have left extremely obvious marks on them, but they have not stepped back in this war.

Looking at Chang Xiyi who didn't answer the call at the same place, Maynard was not angry, but just smiled slightly: "It's okay, I just have something to talk to this lord. You can keep in touch at any time, it was 42 years ago Is it an acquaintance who actually knows that he is a ghost agent. But since he has already been chased away...

Maynard left no one around, and even drove away his maid. That should mean that the next topic is not something I can listen to.

The less you know about this kind of thing, the better. Chang Xi looked at Forty-Two who was silent at the side, saw him nodding to herself, and immediately responded with interest: "Okay, Mr. Maltz.

Afterwards, he followed the middle-aged maid and casually walked in one direction of the manor.

His relationship with Forty Two only took two days. Then the position of boss and employee was reversed in an instant. Recall this wonderful sense of dislocation. But it was the excitement and nostalgia that surprised Chang Xi: Back then, his father used to take him around like this, although it may be strange to say so.

Looking at Chang Xiyi who was gradually walking away, Forty-two smiled, and hugged Maynard vigorously—in other words, Maynard picked Forty-two up from the ground.

"Long time no see, Michaelot. Forty-two said with a smile: "How is the business? "

"Very well, my lord."

Maynard smiled slightly and quipped, "How's your retirement going?"

…Retirement is OK. "Forty-two also laughed out loud when he heard the words: "But you didn't say anything wrong.

He said, turning his head to gaze at the setting sun.

He paused for a moment, and said softly: "Indeed. My current state is no different from retirement. For me, I am very satisfied to be able to come to this era.

"Because this is the world I love...because this is the world I created with my own hands.

He whispered, stretching out his immature right hand.

He looked up at the sunset. As if to hold it in your hand, gently grasp it.

"In such a beautiful world, I'm really a little... unmotivated. For the first time, I felt a little alienated from my mission. He said softly: "Because I don't want to leave here. Sorry, Michaelot. It's just my selfishness, and I know it.

"My lord, I think this may not be such a bad thing.

Maynard reached out and landed on Forty-Two's shoulder. In terms of height, it was actually the most comfortable for him to be placed on Forty-Two's head—but with Maynard's subconscious respect for Forty-Two, he still chose this somewhat awkward posture.

Interested... Do you want to listen to my life experience as a sinner who has enjoyed the second life and lived for more than forty years, my lord. "

Maynard knelt down and looked at Forty-two gently: "Although my wisdom in life is like an ant to you, I think that an ant can also have the wisdom of an ant." Forty-two looked at him for a while. for a while. But suddenly he smiled silently: "Speak, Michaelot... No, Maynard. I need to share your wisdom. The young boy looked at his former friend and said seriously: "Don't underestimate yourself. I have never had any wisdom beyond ordinary people. I'm just a normal guy who knows what he should know and you don't have to worry about destroying my self-esteem...I've never had that kind of nonsense. Compared with Michelot, who was always timid, taciturn, and hostile to the nobles and the rich, Maynard was indeed a completely new person. In his combined eighty years of life, Michaelot's share was not even half.

If you still regard him as Michelot and call him Michelot, it is tantamount to denying his life's efforts as Maynard. He sorted out his thoughts a bit, and said in a low voice: "I got this body thirty years ago.

"At that time, I just woke up from the chaotic abyss and got a new life. In my consciousness, it seemed that being beaten to death in Falk's court was just a moment.

"And Lord Amon, dressed as a doctor, was in front of me. She told me that everything has passed... I have returned to the world. Now I have a new name: Maynard Maltz. I became a woman who just died suddenly The eldest son of a wealthy businessman, has a young, strong body that flows like noble blood...and, has come to a magical and great era." He said this, looked down at Forty-Two, and emphasized: "From A new era of your making.

Maynard's face had a quietness unique to Michelot, but revealed wisdom that Michelot had never had before.

He is Michaelot. But he wasn't just Michaelot. Forty-two stared blankly at Maynard, realizing something.

In this man who was as calm as a Buddha, he did see the shadow of the madman sitting motionless in the prison in the past.

Yi also saw his own shadow in him.