To Four Thousand Years Later

In order to prevent the overseas faction from being assassinated, Michelot was tightly locked up by the members of the legal faction in the No. 3 underground prison with the most strict guards in Frank.

In fact, just to guard Mikarot alone, Prison No. 3 has forcibly increased its armed garrison by twice. Michelot was placed alone on the first floor, and he was not allowed to contact any other prisoners. In his cell, nine guards guarded him 24 hours a day in three shifts to prevent him from committing suicide or escaping from prison. The intention is to always keep three or more people watching Michaelot at the same time.

Besides, Michaelot didn't have to do any work—this was so that he wouldn't have any tools. There are no pens, knives, or any sharp and sharp things in his house, lest he not only have no jailers who dare to beat and scold him, but even his daily diet ensures a balanced diet, the cell is always kept clean, and there is a doctor every week. Examine him in case he falls ill suddenly or Michelot must not die. As soon as he dies, all the price paid by the Legal Affairs School to promote the abolition of the death penalty will be wiped out immediately. In order to win MPs from other factions, they have to pay a lot of money, expensive gifts and real estate. And every joint attack by them may cause several congressmen to lose their political career completely or even go to jail directly.

The hottest thing right now. Instead, it was the Sugar and Salt faction to which Augustine Jr. belonged—at least that's how it looked to outsiders. The direct battlefield of the association, and then become the party with the biggest loss.

That's how it should have been.

But for some reason, they didn't move. Even at this time, they tacitly allowed their subordinates to accept money from the overseas faction and the legal faction, allowing them to stand on one side and fight the other.

So the others think they have it all figured out. What do you pretend that you are just trying to use this opportunity to suppress other factions. I am afraid that after the Michaelot incident, no matter what the result is, the overseas faction will completely withdraw from the upper levels of the parliament. The final result is nothing more than whether the legal faction can keep pace with the sugar and salt faction, or become one person under one person and above ten thousand people. From this point of view, the Sugar and Salt faction indulged their forces to help the Overseas faction temporarily, probably because they hoped to use the strength of the Overseas faction to progressively wear down the legal faction and expose them more deeply. But the Sugar and Salt faction is not an ally of the Overseas faction after all. If the Overseas Faction suddenly turned against the two in the end, they would not fare well at all. So the Sugar and Salt Pie can only be regarded as superficial brothers at best... Although they are helping the Overseas Pie, their ultimate goal is to kill them. No matter who gets the biggest advantage in the end, the Sugar and Salt Pie will win in the end, and the Overseas Pie will eventually win. is to lose. So in addition to the sugar-salt pie with low odds but stable accounts, placing another bet on the legal pie is naturally the most profitable move.

After all, betting on both ends is a basic skill that every politician must learn, and its importance is second only to correct standing. And the understanding of this high-risk, high-reward "fund"... Then, who is most familiar with this storm?

Naturally, the person involved, the man standing in the eye of the wind, chose to surrender himself to the murderer, Michaelot, in the face of the death penalty.

An old man with a dignified and formal face sat across from Michaelot who had been interrogated. There was an iron fence between them, and two guards with guns stood beside the man.

"Don Micky. Te... huh?

He asked in a low voice: "You are younger than I imagined, more... thinner.

This man has a gray beard, deep eye sockets, and dark green eyes like a wolf. But what made Michaelot stare at him intently was the turquoise flame in his eyes.

Michelot seemed to be looking at him, or just in a daze, and murmured in a hoarse voice: "If you have something to say, you may wish to speak directly, sir.

"I know your identity."

The man said straight away, "You're from the Brotherhood, right? Michelot still didn't say a word. He sat silently like a stone statue, his upper body didn't shake at all. The pair of enamel blue eyes are unblinking. His face is full of freckles, his face is ordinary, and he is short and inconspicuous. His hair is a little yellow, and his beard, which is a little messy due to several days of neglect, looks like withered grass It doesn't look like a chain that killed nearly a thousand people at the beginning... It looks like a wild monkey squatting silently on the top of a tree, and may jump down and break the necks of passers-by at any time. The old man sighed secretly, but his expression became more serious. Seriously: "Listen, Michaelot. I'm not here to inquire about your truth. I know why you came here and why you sacrificed your life.

"Because you and I are the same kind of people. Because I understand you as I understand myself. The old man said in a deep voice: "Because our lives do not belong to us...we never live for ourselves. Hearing this, Michelot suddenly moved his neck. It was just this movement and the joints didn't even make any sound, which frightened the guards around the old man to take half a step forward and raised the gun in his hand.

Because his whole body was like a lifeless stone sculpture that suddenly came alive. The sense of presence, which had been reduced to the limit, suddenly returned to normal, even sharper than ordinary people.

This feeling made the old man's heart skip a beat.

"Speak up if you have something to say, Mr.

Michelot repeated what he said before, but it gave a completely different feeling: "For the sake of your eyes - I will decide whether to answer you according to the situation."

"I'm just asking you a few questions. If it will affect the master behind you, you can keep silent." The old man replied. Michelot responded with a hoarse voice: "Ask."

"Did you surrender yourself to attack the overseas faction?" Michelot replied.

"Then you are attacking the legal faction?"

Michaelot was silent.

The old man nodded thoughtfully.

"Are you from Augustus?" "No.

"Then you are from overseas?" "No

Asked here, the old man suddenly fell silent.

"So," he asked again, "are you a member of Leonardo II?" Michelot didn't move, his eyes didn't change at all, and his whole body returned to the lifeless state like a machine before. "I see. This is actually a trap. The old man sighed slowly in fear: "Fortunately, I came here in person.

"Then can you answer my question?" Michelot asked suddenly, "Who are you?"

Hearing this, the old man froze for a moment. He smiled instead of anger, and asked with great interest: "Is this meaningful? Our respected His Majesty the Pope, do you want you to die, or do you want you to live?"

"you know.

Michaelot replied, "No nonsense.

"Since that's the case, what's the use of knowing who I am? Will His Majesty send someone here to join you?" Michelote replied briefly, "You only need to answer my question.

The old man was silent for a while, and for some reason suddenly showed a very respectful and moved expression.

Although Michelot was very puzzled by this, there was no change on his face.

Just look at Michaelot. The old man took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "Then I'll tell you, based on your loyalty. You and I are indeed the same kind of people... as we have very similar spiritual hues.

"I am President of the Coptic Archaeological Society, Harold Aiken. Excavator of the Truth of All Things.

He took half a step back, his whole body became slightly transparent, and then solidified again. Chairman Harold solemnly introduced to Michael: "Someone calls me...the enemy of Solomon." Hearing this, Michael's ears twitched slightly.