Knocking on the door of Pupil Art in Yuanshen

The manor is buried deep in the snowfield, and is guarded by Red Army officers in crisp military uniforms along the way. The searchlights on the observation deck illuminate the snow clearly.

Even if he knew clearly that it was Florent who was driving and that he was taking orders from the old General Golichina, the review at many checkpoints along the way was still unavoidable.

Zhaoyue was sitting in the passenger seat, her face expressionless and silent, but deep down in her heart, she was a little dissatisfied with this approach. It is true that people become more afraid of death as they get older, so he curled his lips silently.

"Please," Florent got out of the car first and opened the door.

As the farewell approached, this boy-like man looked a little sad.

"Do you still plan to continue to be an ambassador abroad?" he asked.

Florent's precise position in the ancient country was actually an official of the Soviet Embassy, ​​also known as a diplomat, and an officer was his actual identity.

"No," he suddenly laughed, "I have found my own happiness, and I plan to take her to that country that I have traveled to, to appreciate the customs and customs there that are completely different from those in Moscow."

"Then, I wish you all the best." Zhaoyue said nothing more, nodded, turned around, and walked into Golicina Manor like a lion cub patrolling its territory.

The layout of the manor is very special. Through the snowy scenery, you can vaguely see the wooden farmhouse in the distance, but opposite the main entrance is a luxurious villa. The ecology here is isolated from the outside world.

The daily food of this elderly general is probably the responsibility of a dedicated person, who takes care of a series of processes such as breeding, harvesting, and production before putting it on the old general's table.

"Please come with me." When she arrived at the mansion, the suit butler who had been waiting for a long time handed over a new coat. Zhaoyue took off her black coat covered with snow and handed it to him. She put the coat he handed over on

On the body.

The housekeeper took him to the second floor of the mansion, stood in front of a concierge, knocked gently on the door, and after receiving a response, he slowly moved out of the way.

"Please," he opened a crack in the door and bowed.

His eyebrows were lowered, and his etiquette seemed to be based on the court etiquette of the Tsarist period. Zhaoyue didn't understand these, so he didn't comment too much.

In the room, melodious music came from the old-fashioned record player, and a warm fire was steaming in the northern fireplace. Compared with the harsh winter outside, it felt more like having passed through wind, frost, rain, and snow and arrived in spring.

There was a set of sofas in front of the fireplace, surrounding a coffee table. An old man with sunken eyes was lying on the sofa, half of his body sunken into the soft leather.

He has short gray sideburns and wears a straight dark green military uniform. Under the mixed-color collar badge, he is covered with various medals and ribbons made of gold and silver, which is in line with the Soviet people's strong medal atmosphere.

His expression is solemn, his eyes are sunken, and his gray-blue eyes are full of vicissitudes of life. Looking at him can not help but remind people of the turbulent years when the Soviet Union was established.

The medal adorning his chest symbolizes the glorious and illustrious life of a veteran who has made numerous meritorious deeds on the battlefield.

"Our meeting seems to have spanned an entire century. You look so much like him." General Golicina's voice was hoarse, as if he was no different from those old people who are about to fall into the arms of death.

"Him?" Zhaoyue sat across from him and put down the white suitcase in her hand. It didn't contain anything valuable, relatively speaking.

"Our great and stubborn leader," he said concisely and Zhaoyue probably knew who he was talking about.

"I am not as good as that great man. Compared with these, Mr. Admiral, you know what I want to hear more."

"..." Seeing that he had no intention of messing around, General Golicina sighed helplessly.

"Actually, Project Delta is nearing completion, but I understand the ambition of the project leader, Dr. Herzog, and I'm afraid he will not hand over the results of his lifelong research as promised.

Golicina is now deeply mired in national turmoil and does not have the extra power to take over the affairs of Black Swan Port. And after the new government comes to power, it is not clear how it will treat Black Swan Port."

"I didn't go all the way here just to hear this. You have to know... I can replicate many of the things that the new government can do." Zhaoyue's eyes gradually became dangerous, and her round pupils became slightly softer.

Long and narrow trend.

"The reason I'm telling you this is because I want to make a deal with you." Admiral Golicina didn't seem to be in a hurry. He found two glasses and poured half a glass for himself using the Red Label vodka on the table.

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"Trade?" Zhaoyue savored these two words carefully, "What can the current Golicina family do with me?"

He never thinks that he lacks anything. The only thing he lacks cannot be made up for by time, power, a power that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"You should have guessed that you are not lacking in strength. Super hybrids are probably unique in this world. Apart from the descendants of the White King, only the Dragon Country has the chance to give birth to super hybrids without side effects. That land

It is truly blessed by the world in both ancient and modern times.”

"But apart from strength, if you want to thrive in today's world, you still lack enough power."

"So..." Now that things have happened, it's not difficult for him to think of it.

"I would like to ask you to serve as Admiral of Golichna. The price is to protect this ignorant family after my death. In contrast, you will gain a family that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"Where does this contract end?"

"Until the end of your life..." Old General Golichna closed his eyes and felt the cold liquid sliding down his throat and entering his abdominal cavity.

"..." Zhaoyue didn't answer immediately. Such a result was really beyond his expectation. He really didn't expect that Admiral Golicina would be so willing to give up the family directly.

"What gave you the courage to make such a decision?"

"It's Golichna, Mr. Master," the veteran's face showed the most confident expression so far.

"This surname has been inherited from the Tsarist era and has experienced several dynasty changes. Even the rise of the Red Army has not buried its glory. Now it is just sleeping. I need to find a stronger lion to shelter it until it wakes up.

Then you can gallop on the vast grassland again, showing off your unrivaled majesty."

"Then I hope it sleeps more honestly. If there is any bad sleeping position, I will not hesitate to break its claws."

"Hahaha, we are very trustworthy, unlike the Germans."

"That's the best," Zhaoyue looked at the crystal clear wine in Admiral Golicina's cup and asked.

"Is there any soda in here?"

"What?" This old general who is nearly a hundred years old has obviously never heard of soda, let alone black carbonated drinks.

"No, it's nothing. Bring me some juice, with ice."