Chapter 674

Darkness, candlelight, smoke, reflection of skeletons, no ups and downs, no emotional consent, like the whisper of hell and the wail of the wind

The meeting is about to begin.

Old dukov, the host of today's meeting, cleared his throat: "brothers Meisheng..."

Lorraine raised her hand and almost put out the candle in front of her.

Old dukov's Emcee's words were cut in half, and he gestured with his mouth open for a long time. It was easy to find that mysterious tone.

"Meisheng, my Drake brother, do you have any doubts about what brother Yi said?"

"Yes." Lorraine supported her chin and knocked on the table. "I wanted to ask what the hell Meisheng is. Now I want to ask what the hell Meisheng and brother Yi are respectively."

"Er..." old dukov heard the suppressed laughter. "Meisheng, my Drake brothers, I had a common vision when we got married. I hope our family has divinity..."

"The third meeting," interrupted Lorraine lazily, "there were not so many rules at that time. We drank at Mr. assaros's Island villa, and you and old revere brought a mistress."

"To have holiness, old peramin shouted out with a wine bottle. I swear by my faith, at that time, your palm was pressed on the mistress's chest, not with us!"

Old dukov was ashamed and angry, and had no way to refute. He could only stare at Lorraine fiercely: "little Drake, I just want our organization to be more formal and more in line with the temperament of human light!"

"The light of mankind emits the smell of gunsmoke, not sandalwood!" Lorraine took a deep breath. "Old dukov, I don't know what stimulation you've received these months, but in my manor, don't you think we look more like mice who covet cheese and are afraid of domestic cats?"

"Mouse?"

"Yes," whispered Mr. prenditt.

"Really like a mouse," old peramin whispered.

"Damn sandalwood makes me feel unable to breathe."

"I hate darkness! It makes me can't even see the candles."

"Damn ceremony, isn't it good to do business with a wine glass?"

"Even God says wine is the light of mankind!"

The implied discontent was completely ignited by Lorraine. Some people stood up and opened the heavy curtains. Others opened the door and kicked out the smoking censer, regardless of the reserve of millions of pounds.

Old dukov looked at the residual candle swaying in the light. He saw a wine bottle pouring in front of him, and the clear and pure liquor spilled out. He shouted and started a light blue flame. Immediately, the source was extinguished, and even smoke could not come out.

Lolin smiled, patted a square mouthed glass in front of old dukov, pushed open the candlestick and filled it with wine.

"Well, old man, this is the atmosphere of the Council of light. We are just a group of selfish pirates and businessmen. Our weapons are gold, not mystery."

Old dukov sighed heavily: "our weapons may not be mysterious, but our opponent is..."

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"Four months ago, in August..." old dukov recalled, "as you all know, I have been trying to find the missing battleship design since waijuster."

"These plans have appeared sporadically on some black markets since October last year. They are stained and burned. The big pirates who attacked the island that day died, and the rest are illiterate tramps and wanted criminals. They don't understand the value of this treasure at all. May God curse them!"

Old dukov digressed again.

Lorraine looked at him helplessly and asked softly, "how much have you collected these days?"

"73," old dukov said angrily. "There are many competitors and more pages missing. How many did you collect, little Drake?"

Lorraine grinned: "there were four in total, which cost 5 pounds, 8 shillings and 3p. The things were handed over to the client early in the morning. It was the client's opinion that these pictures had been broken up and a large number of them had been lost, which had lost the value of collection and research."

Dukov raised his eyebrows: "the details of Great Britain are really enviable. Russia is different. The drawings I collected have been highly praised by the Ministry of the Navy. The great emperor personally honored me and said that I have made contributions to the future of Russia."

He was silent for a moment: "just the day after that honor, a man who called himself ramayan found me. He said he was the guard of the Masonic Swede ceremony, that is, the last Lord."

Exclamation broke out at the meeting.

Old peramin clapped the glass: "the former master of the Freemasonry... Have you joined the Freemasonry?"

"I attended their meeting in Novgorod. Their sense of ceremony..." old dukov was silent for a long time. "Although I couldn't understand it, I was shocked."

Lorraine understood where the rituals of seeing ghosts came from.

Old dukov continued to be shocked: "maybe it's because of the ceremony. There was only ceremony and no discussion at the meeting that day. After the meeting, I was officially invited. If I am willing to join, their Lord and Si Wei are willing to be my guide students."

"The Lord and the former Lord will lead you?" old peramin stood up. "Russian, have you accepted?"

"This is probably the biggest temptation I've been subjected to in my life..." old dukov sighed. "If I wasn't worried about being wiped on my neck by little Drake's Brown girlfriend, I think I must have promised..."

"They have conditions! They want me to defecte after the subscription of the first bank and win as many people among us as possible!" he suddenly looked up and fixed his sharp eyes on Lorraine, "but little Drake, not including you!"

question? Ask? doubt?

Lorraine tilted his head and looked at dukov, feeling more and more eyes.

"Is everyone curious?" Lorraine asked knowingly.

No one answered. The only gain of this knowing question is to aggravate the question and add prevention and alienation.

Lorraine could only raise her hand and surrender.

"Let me tell you the answer first. I don't know," he said. "I don't know why they treat me differently. At the same time, I'm not one of them."

"The masons originated in Scotland, I started in Scotland, and my family enjoys a reputation throughout Great Britain. From these conditions, you really have good reasons to suspect that I am a secret member of the Masons."

"But have you forgotten my faith?"

"Masonic requires every American to believe in the existence of the creator at least, even if he is not God. Although there are countless gods in Viking's belief, there is no supreme supreme creator."

Lorraine clearly heard the relaxed breath, and the eyes of the old guys became soft.

He knew he had successfully cleared himself of suspicion, but at the same time, everyone except him was suspected.

The atmosphere became tense again after a moment of relaxation, and obviously others thought of it.

The Freemasons could invite dukov or everyone except Lorraine. Dukov may have refused the invitation, or he may not have refused at all.

"Are there any traitors among us?"

The sudden sound startled everyone. They turned their heads angrily and saw Lorraine laughing and teasing the wine glass.

"You probably think so?" he joked. "After all, Freemasons have a strong attraction to businessmen, and the threshold for membership is really low. No one here can prove his innocence except me."

"But I guess that maybe our suspicion at the moment is exactly what the Freemasons want to achieve."

"You mean there are no traitors among us?" asked Mr. prenditt harshly. "You mean that the reason why the rats invited old dukov was to make us suspicious of each other and unable to cooperate as we are now?"

"I didn't say that," Lorraine sneered. "I just don't think it's important at all."

"Not important?"

"There may be traitors among us, there may not be, there may be one, or there may be eleven. Everything is possible. Isn't that the horror of Freemasonry?"

"They are good at playing with mystery, flaunting themselves with mystery and arming themselves with mystery. In other words, they have nothing but mystery."

"They attacked us, gentlemen!" Lorraine stood up and raised his voice with the only innocent person present. "They thought they had destroyed our trust with their best weapons. But ironically, it just proved that they didn't understand businessmen."

"Trust is very expensive, especially for businessmen. We have never been a group united by trust and ideals. What maintains us is common interests. Interests are eternal, and trust changes rapidly."

When he finished his long speech, a man walked to the wall of the conference room, slowly took off the decorated sword, took out the scabbard and lit the blade.

"Now, gentlemen, I have a proposal."

Everyone looked at him and no one spoke.

"For our common interests, I propose that if someone breaks our promise under the skeleton flag in the revolving door plan, whether he is a Freemason or not..."

Ding!

The sword is broken.

The lingering sound curled up in my ears.

"Agree!" "agree!" "agree!"... "Agree!"