"Asking once may be out of curiosity, but asking twice may affect the situation. The worst-case scenario is that the entire Lawrence may be dragged into this storm!"
Le Fay pulled a letter from his inner jacket pocket, "Look at this!"
James unfolded the letter and his face was filled with shock after reading it.
"This is……!"
"Agents committed suicide... as far back as 1943. What if they suspected you of having a connection with the 'Light of Salvation' and were gathering intelligence on this matter?"
"But we have nothing to do with the 'Light of Salvation'?"
"You also came from the mine, James." The baron said in a low voice, "What would you think if someone reported that you were harboring fugitives in the mine?"
"This..." The young man began to sweat.
Yes, he was certainly sure that he did not hide any fugitives in the mine, but as long as someone came to investigate, they would definitely find other mistakes and omissions in his company.
Who doesn’t have shit under their butt these days?
If it would be easier to have less trouble, who would want to be investigated for no reason?
"I remember that." He immediately straightened his attitude, "I will remember this lesson."
Next, he told about what he had seen and heard before they parted ways. He waited for a while, but did not receive any comment from Le Fay.
The Baron seemed puzzled and lit a cigarette - he always said that tobacco helped him think faster.
"Very strange..." Le Fay thought for nearly a minute and a half before asking James, "You mean, she asked you what you understood about the painting "Final Victory"?"
"Yes."
"And then you said the correct answer that everyone would say... What was her expression?"
“No expression.”
"That's not right," Le Fay affirmed, "at least not in her mind."
"Father."
James hesitated for a moment but couldn't help but asked, "What does this mean?"
"She wasn't asking about you." Le Fay shook his head. "She knew I was the one who sent you... She was taking this opportunity to ask me what I thought of the painting..."
what?
The young man was completely confused now.
It’s just a painting, is it necessary to go through so many twists and turns?
"I can kind of see what she meant, but I'm not sure if it's really true..."
The Baron's expression could no longer be seen in the smoke.
"continue."
"You didn't speed up, which is good... Just wait for them to find you. If they want to continue investigating the paintings, they will definitely find you. You just need to wait at home."
There was nothing more to say next. James left and he had to hurry to fill his stomach.
After reading for a while in the study, Baron Le Fay suddenly stood up, walked to the third row of bookshelves on the right, stopped, and pulled out a thick and heavy tome from the top row.
Its name is "Appreciation of the Works of Ebony-Dodge".
Of course, this is Lawrence's collection, it would be strange if this book was not there.
It is a black and white draft, and mostly includes only sketches. That’s why this gallery in Wayne is so popular—those gorgeous and rich colors can only be seen on site.
Le Fay knew that it was unrealistic to expect to find out the truth from this book alone.
But he could confirm it a little.
At least it can give you peace of mind.
……
On the other side, a speeding car suddenly broke into a manor house hidden in the suburbs. It was not large in scale but had an ingenious layout.
The car stopped in front of the door with its tail swishing. A man ran out and jumped up the stairs in three steps at a time.
If James were here, he would definitely recognize this as the famous Barish Manor.
Since Richard Barish, the imperial tutor, Barish's descendants did not die out again. Instead, a large number of young talents emerged, and there was a tendency to restore the glory of their ancestors.
Not counting those minor officials, the current finances are managed by Tang En-Barish in cooperation with the royal power. In addition, this ancient family has a long history. Even if they do not show any edge and just build a house in such a wasteland in the suburbs, no one in this circle dares to look down on them.
"Dad! Daddy!"
The man ran up the stairs screaming, shouting all the way.
"Oh no, Dad! That bad detective went to see Grandpa's paintings again this afternoon!"
"Quiet--"
Along with this calm voice, an extremely thin man came out of the bedroom and stared at the visitor from head to toe.
"I have already received what you want to talk about from Ross Golden Crown."
"Come up."
"Let's discuss in detail how many wrong things you have done."
Chapter 46: Barish's Plan
Speaking of the glory of Barish, most people will definitely think of the old story of Richard Barish and the former king Charuni, also known as Sarah VII.
Charuni was a young man who succeeded to the throne. His father, Kochani Sara, fell seriously ill after returning from an adventure and passed away soon after. At that time, Richard Barish was still his teacher. Their teacher-student relationship did not change because of Charuni's accession to the throne. It lasted until the 21st year of Sara VII's reign, when this preacher, who was highly respected both inside and outside the court, caught a cold and left with the previous king.
King Charuni had great respect for Richard Barrish and once called him "a man who possesses the wisdom of the world." He believed that although Richard did not have extraordinary abilities compared to Grace, this respectable old man knew everything about astronomy, geography, politics, and humanities. Whenever there were precious items, herbs, etc. presented as tribute and a group of people were at a loss as to what they were, they would give them to Richard and he would always give a perfect answer in the fastest time.
The history of the Barish family can be traced back to the founding of the country by King Torredo, during which they had two generations of generals. After that, the family gradually declined, and experienced ups and downs in the history of Sara for more than a hundred years, occasionally rising to a peak, but soon returning to mediocrity.
Although there are not many such families in Wayne Port, there are definitely quite a few if you count them carefully.
Just because this place has been the political, economic and cultural center of Sara since its founding, and just because it has hardly been ravaged by evil disasters since its completion, these families with ancient heritage may not be able to restore the glory of their ancestors, but they can only survive and maintain their existence, which is not difficult to do.
It can be said that if it were not for the shining brilliance of Richard Barish, the Barish family would probably have become ordinary like those families with the passage of time.
He is the person who has had the most profound influence on Barish in the past half century and holds a lofty position in the hearts of all the living members of this big family.
Lu Lun was the grandson of Richard Barrish, and his aunt Rose Dodge was once the pride of the family. Although he, like many others, did not understand why such a wise grandfather would marry his most beloved genius daughter to a lousy painter, but since it had already happened in reality and his aunt did not show any dissatisfaction, he had no bad words to say.
It was not until the lousy painter he looked down upon made great strides in painting and became more and more famous, and even became as powerful as a count with this skill, and even surpassed the status of the then head of the family, Barish, that he realized that his grandfather was indeed incredibly wise and had never been wrong.
Lu Lun has always taken his grandfather Richard as an example to learn from. He wants to possess that kind of wisdom and vision, and also hopes that Barish can continue to prosper with the help of that lousy painter.
But the reality is cruel... He tried, worked hard, and then was forced to accept the fact that he was mediocre.
And the fact that there was no wise man in the family, including him, or except for the late Richard Baresch and married Rose Dodge.
It is very dangerous to hold a high position without wisdom, so he repeatedly declined the titles bestowed by the previous king and only retained the basic position, that is, as the country's finance minister.
He even didn't plan to do this job. Although he didn't have a thorough intelligence network and political acumen like Lawrence, he had been in the officialdom for so many years, and he knew the custom of the new king to purge old ministers by flipping through any book.
He accepted mediocrity and made preservation his top priority. If Barish could not continue to revive in the next ten years, it should at least prevent further decline, so he always emphasized to his family that they should be pious when outside and must not have the bad habits of the big families.
For someone like Lu Lun, it is conceivable that whether as the head of the family or as a father, it would be difficult for him to have a good face when his son is reckless.
His son Heltim, Heltim Barish, was the one who woke him up by howling and shouting all the way.
Going up to the fourth floor, in the exclusive conference room on the fourth floor, Hailtime stood with his hands behind his back, waiting anxiously for a scolding.
He was used to being scolded, but that usually happened in the corridor, bedroom or study. This was the first time he was treated like that in the living room.
"Do you know where you went wrong?" Lu Lun came in with a pot of water and started to scold him.
"I shouldn't have shouted so loudly?" Heltim looked confused, "Or... I shouldn't have called him 'Grandpa Dodge'?"
The young man is over 185 cm tall, with broad shoulders, a thin waist and long legs. He has dark green hair with some natural curls and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his fair face. Anyone who sees him would have to praise him for being handsome.
I am just a little mediocre at best, but how could the son I gave birth to be so stupid...?
Lu Lun slapped him on the head and cursed, "Idiot!"
"How dare you send someone to monitor them in this situation?"
"But!" Heltim was unconvinced, "There are many people who have been sent to monitor them! I'm not the only one!"
The more he spoke, the more he felt confident: "If no one was watching, I would definitely not dare to move, but everyone is doing it? If I don't do it, won't I lose out?"
"How stupid!" What was waiting for him was a second, even more ruthless blow. Lu Lun was about to be mad at him: "Yellen still holds that kind of party every week! According to you, wouldn't it be a great loss for me if I didn't go every week?"
"Of course this doesn't count..." The young man learned his lesson this time, shrinking his neck as he spoke, "You and your mother have such a good relationship, why would you do such a thing?"
"..." Lu Lun didn't want to talk anymore. He sat down and poured himself a glass of water, intending to take a few sips to calm his nerves.
"Dad~" Heltim took the initiative to move over and massage his shoulders. "Actually, I know why you reacted so strongly... Did you see Lawrence start to retreat and suspect that they knew something?"
"... At least you are not so stupid that you are hopeless." Lu Lun sighed and nodded, saying, "Yes, there is a reason for this."
It is true that not everyone has Lefay-Laurence's sense of smell. But everyone has eyes. I don't care if I can see it or not, but I can see how you, Lawrence, did it, isn't that enough?
Although many nobles think that Lawrence's constant "shrinking" and "kneeling and licking the royal family" is a shame for the nobility, it is an undeniable fact that the tradition has been passed down. Not only has it been passed down, but the royal power has survived well in every dynasty.
"But Dad, didn't you also say that it's useless to just learn from Lawrence?" Heltim said cautiously.
There was a foreshadowing for what he said. Lu Lun once told him a story about how during the reign of King Kochani, Larence also had a strange retreat, and some people followed his example without caring about the consequences. It turned out that Larence and the king had colluded to act, and the homes of those who followed his example were ransacked.
"I just want you to understand that no matter whether you learn from Lawrence or not, you must first be stable!" Lu Lun sighed again.
"Even if you want to monitor, why do you need to send your own people?"
"Where are your friends?"
"Where are my good friends who go to the casino, watch sports, and drink wine every day?"
"Don't you have the ability to pry some information out of them? Why would Barish do something that can be done by others?"
“This is definitely something I didn’t expect!”
Heltim was stunned for a moment, then expressed his thoughts very honestly.
Well... Lu Lun shook his head... Although his son was clumsy, at least he recognized his mistake and just admitted it.
Well, if he can remember to change it next time, he as a father will be really satisfied.
Next, Heltim began to describe in detail the conversation of "those people" in the gallery. Lu Lun frowned as he listened, and his face turned grim.
After a few symbolic complaints and some thought, Lu Lun took out a pen and paper and began to write a letter.
He did not show Heltim the contents of the letter, but sealed the envelope with glue and then sealed it with wax. He gave him the envelope and said, "Take it and give it to your 'Grandma Rose'."
"Although your foolish behavior may bring great disaster to Barish, you still did something valuable."
"Go tell her that Barish needs her help."
"Should I go now?" Heltim took the letter and asked tentatively.
"What else? You want to have dinner first?"
"What about Grandpa Dodge - I mean, what about Mr. Dodge?" Heltim asked hesitantly, "This matter is directly related to him. Is it really okay for us not to tell him?"
"I'm afraid your Grandpa Dodge has gone crazy recently..." Lu Lun muttered softly.
"what?"
"Okay, stop talking nonsense... let's go."
"Wait until you see Rose, she'll tell you what to do next."
Chapter 47 Brain Wave Countermeasure
Hitzfeld was woken by Ms. Yusilian.
Without even opening her eyes, she felt a pain all over her body, especially in those more prominent parts - they were the focus of the security chief's attention in the battle a few hours ago.
Now that she has lost the Nature Orb and her insomnia has improved, this is destined to be an unequal war. When these two were around, Hitzfeld could still recover by exploiting bugs, first "cutting meat to feed the eagle" and "sacrificing herself to feed the tiger", and then when Director Xia was tired, her chance to turn things around would come.
Basically, every time I turned defeat into victory, I relied on bugs. Now the version has been updated and the bugs have been fixed. I can only rely on my hard power to fight against Xia. Hitzfeld is no match for me.
This time Xia Yibing was particularly crazy and hit her hard. Not only did he exhaust her last drop of sweat and her last plea for mercy, but he also mocked her viciously while she was crying, saying that she was playing with fire and getting burned, and that she was the one who broke the rules and started the fire.
...Hitzfeld really wanted to curse.
Oh, I ignored you and you were unhappy, so you wanted to mess with me. I was nice to you, and when I saw you liked it, I took the initiative to stretch out my legs for you to pinch, but you still wanted to mess with me.
