Chapter 266 36: Strike

"This is not entirely due to pressure. It's just that Abdul, I don't trust myself anymore. I know that for a politician, telling lies with open eyes should be a basic quality. Ask yourself, in order to win votes, I may have made a lot of promises that are difficult to fulfill."

"But from the beginning to the end, I believed that I could lead the Gaul train forward and at least live better than before."

"As you can see from the results, at the beginning, things were really good, but now even if the final direction is to spiral upward, we can no longer bear it. Someone in the country must stand up and take responsibility for this."

"I'm sorry, I deceived you. But for Gaul's sake, I still shamelessly hope that you can continue to stay in the official position to prevent other extraordinary people from taking advantage of the situation. On this point, I believe you can do it."

In the room, Olivier sighed, put on his hat, bent down, and opened the door.

Then, as if remembering something, he took out his keychain and took off the souvenir on it.

"If the day of unity really comes, I hope you can see it for me."

He stuffed the souvenir into Abdul's hand, turned around and left without stopping.

Abdul slowly came back to his senses and took out the broken souvenir hanging around his neck. Two of them could be put together, and with a few more, they would form a hexagonal pattern, symbolizing the shape of the territory of Gaul.

But can the Gauls today still accommodate him?
Now thinking back to Joan of Arc, if she had not been captured in that war, would her fate have been better?
After a day in a daze, he finally came to his senses and walked out of the room in a trance.

In the living room, his mother looked at him with concern. Besides, there was another unexpected guest who seemed to have been waiting here for some time.

"Excuse me, Mr. Abdul." Olivier's secretary couldn't help but let out a long breath when he saw Abdul finally come out. He quickly stood up, with a sad face, solemnly took out a letter from his arms, took two steps forward, and handed it to Abdul with a slight trembling.

"This is Mr..'s suicide note. He committed suicide at home that night after completing the resignation procedures. This suicide note on the desk is specifically for you. I think it might be more appropriate for me to pass it on."

Abdul's eyes widened as if struck by lightning.

"No, it's impossible. Mr. Olivier is so optimistic. He, he..." Abdul covered his aching head, and what flashed through his mind was the gray eyes when he came to talk to him yesterday.

It seemed that at that time, he had already made up his mind to die, but it was ridiculous that he didn't even realize it.

Abdul took the envelope gently, feeling difficulty breathing and said nothing more.

The secretary bowed to him, said goodbye to his mother, and left.

The mother sent the secretary away, came to him, gave him a hug, patted his back, and said softly: "Don't be too sad, I think the master needs you to do something."

Abdul, pinching a corner of the envelope with veins exposed in his hand and his mind in a mess, nodded numbly.

His mother made an excuse to go back to her room, leaving the living room space to him.

Abdul sat on the sofa, placed the envelope on the coffee table in front of him, and just stared at it, repeating Olivier's hearty and humorous conversations over the past few years in his mind.

After half an hour of mental preparation, he finally mustered up the courage to open the suicide note that weighed more than a thousand pounds.

[Just as I struggled to write, I think you also struggled to open it. I'm sorry, I used such a despicable means to force you to make a choice, I probably won't be able to go to heaven. But you have to believe that this country is not so hopeless, and the silent people are still willing to believe that you will be the hero who saves them. ]

[You and I are both pawns. I know that I only got the support to reach this position by complying with the demands of certain people. Many people have said that I am too idealistic. In fact, this is not a problem. As long as my ideal can meet the interests of the top and fit the future of the country, it is enough.]

[Unfortunately, things are a little different from what I imagined. The labor pains of a country will be a catastrophe for countless people. Gabriel was actually right at the beginning, so I have always taken it as a warning and want to tighten the scope of this labor pain.]

[I love this country more than anything else, and I believe you do too, Abdul. Please protect her. This is my last request, and please forgive my selfishness.]

After putting away the letter, Abdul grabbed his hair and buried his head deeply.

"Do you think this result is enough? Even if the Paladins intervene, we may still have a chance to take down Abdul."

"That's enough. I will settle the final account with him alone."

In the cabin, Augustus did not question Heath's decision.

When he realized that Ye Jie might have left Mo City, he decisively gave up Anfia, a chess piece that was still valuable, and took Heath and the only two remaining disciples on the nearest cruise ship, leaving Europa first and then finding a way to go to Tokyo to meet up with the Baron.

Augustus did not gain any benefit from this action, but suffered heavy losses instead. However, since this was something he had already promised Heath, he would do his best without any hesitation.

"Thank you, President." Heath stopped carving, looked up, and said solemnly to Augustus.

"There's still a long way to go. I don't want to be alone after I reach the top." Patting Heath's arm, Augustus put on his hat and said, "I'm going to go outside to set up some things. Take a good rest these few days."

Walking out onto the deck, we saw that the sky was clear today and the remaining summer sun made the deck scorching hot, but it could not stop the tourists from appreciating the sea.

"Teacher." A young man wearing sunglasses who was staring at several coolly dressed beauties walking back and forth calmly saw Augustus, and quickly became serious and walked over to greet him.

"Well, where is Queyin?" Augustus didn't even see the other disciple.

"She seemed to have discovered a special Soul Crow just now and ran over to observe it." He reported truthfully.

Augustus nodded, not caring too much. He originally assigned these apprentices the task of observing the Soul Crows in Europa, and now it can only be regarded as an occupational disease: "Come on, come with me to reinforce the formation."

"Formation?" The young man looked bitter, this was his weak point.

On the other side of the boat, a casually dressed black-haired woman looked up and chased after the person, eventually arriving near the swimming pool.

She had a gloomy temperament, but with her fair skin, beautiful face and exotic charm, she immediately attracted the eyes of countless hunters, and some of them couldn't wait to come forward and chat with her.

"Hey, beautiful lady, nice to meet you, my name is——"

"roll."

"Uh, okay, okay."

The chilling murderous aura was like substance, and she did not need to make any special expression. Just a calm glance and a word were enough to make people feel a chill from toes to the top of their heads, making the man who tried to strike up a conversation retreat in embarrassment, and then they gradually felt the warmth of the sun.

Just because of this guy's delay, the special soul crow with a purple tail disappeared from her sight.

Slowing down his pace, Queyin looked around, and after not finding anything unusual, he walked back with a little disappointment. "Purple. Could it be that one?"

The Crow Flower Sea incident that was on the news for a while was just a joke to ordinary people. They thought it might be some kind of training performance or another extraordinary creature from somewhere, and would soon forget about it.

But for Queyin, who specializes in studying Soul Crows, this is extremely crucial information.

That was the first time she had seen such a high-profile Soul Crow, so what did that mean? For this reason, she had written no less than ten conjecture reports to Augustus and applied for several actions.

But Augustus did not approve of any of her actions. He was always cautious about the Soul Crow. After all, it was the Soul Crow that Jeremy called that led him to the door of Divine Grace.

Therefore, regarding the relationship between Soul Crow and the Supreme, apart from the deceased professor, he is probably the one who has the most profound understanding and is the most wary.

The Supreme might not care if other people captured the Soul Crow, but he believed that if they, the Divine Grace Warlocks, tried to catch it, they would not end up well.

Unless he is absolutely sure, he will not touch the spy arranged by the Supreme Being in the human world. He does not think that his every move can be concealed from the world.

In the distance, after a flash, Ziwei holding the soul lamp appeared in the air.

It looked back at the departing cruise ship and tilted its head. It could sense that there was an extraordinary presence on the ship, and it had chased it for some distance, so it used the soul lamp to transfer distance.

But since it didn't continue to catch up, it must have given up, so it continued to fly towards the land ahead. The purpose of its trip was to return to Britain, find the Wise Crow, and ask the question that had been hidden in its heart for a long time.

After flying day and night for several days, it finally crossed the land and the strait and arrived in Britannia.

Before it could settle down and rest, it couldn't help but feel refreshed by the breath coming from a distance in this port city.

That is extraordinary, no, it is more than extraordinary.

In its first dim impression, this seemed to be the breath of the Creator.

After finding the right direction, it rushed over quickly and soon saw a female human who was walking with a dog. The breath came from that human.

Only after getting closer did it realize that it only contained the breath of the Creator, but not the Creator himself.

Looking around, I could see a local crow also attracted by the scent. It was standing on the treetop, not daring to approach, and just watching from a distance.

Ziwei thought about it and decided to fly towards the other party.

"How's it going? Have you finished sensing this area?"

"Some of them must have stayed here within half a month. There is still a faint smell. I suspect they left at least a safe house. Lady Goddess, do you want to go and take a look?"

"Then let's find it out, at least there are some clues. Okay?"

Ye Jie was walking on the street holding the dog leash. After she finished talking to the Demon Lord, she saw a crow with a purple tail flying towards her. It landed steadily on the Demon Lord's back, causing him to straighten his back immediately.

"Woof woof woof! (Where did this wild crow come from? How dare you stand on my back? Get out of here!)" The Demon Lord barked angrily and began to circle in place, trying to bite the crow down.

"Wait a minute." Ye Jie signaled the Demon Lord to be quiet, then looked at this obviously spiritual crow curiously, and gently extended an index finger. Seeing this, Ziwei also jumped up and grasped the finger tightly with his claws.

"Why do you feel a little familiar? Have we met before?" Ye Jie touched Ziwei's head and asked.

"I'm Soul Crow, you can call me Purple Tail, sir." Purple Tail introduced himself.

Ye Jie was not at all surprised that the crow could talk. He just raised his hand slightly to temporarily hide the existence of the three of them from the eyes of ordinary people, and then asked: "Soul Crow? Are you a kind of extraordinary creature?"

The existence of the Soul Crow is currently only known among the Divine Grace Warlocks. Jennifer has heard of it during her travels, but Ye Jie, who has been staying in Mo City, is not very clear about the relationship between the Soul Crow and the Divine Grace Warlocks.

Ziwei was silent for a few seconds. He thought the other party would know him, but it was not very important. He asked his own question: "We can't talk about this. Can I ask a few questions, sir?"

"Excuse me." Ye Jie was also curious about what kind of problems it would have.

“Does Heaven Really Exist?”

"of course."

"Can good souls enjoy the dream of bliss in heaven forever?"

"Yes."

"Then will I have a chance to go to heaven, find the soul I miss, and see her dreams?"

"." Ye Jie was stunned by the question.

As a paladin, she was naturally confident in the first two questions and could answer them without thinking, but the last question really caught her attention.

"Haha." The Demon Lord sneered a few times.

Ziwei looked at her.

"You can't enter heaven just because you want to. Besides, after the great war that year, only souls can enter heaven now. And I see that you are probably a race that the Lord created not long ago. You can only ask yourself whether you are qualified to go to heaven." The Demon Lord had no good impression of this impolite guy.

“Moreover, the purer and more pious the soul, the higher the level it is at. Normally, I’m afraid only the angels and the supreme beings who are in charge of managing eternal dreams are qualified to go there. You little crow, tsk tsk, just shut up.” The Demon Lord went on to attack mercilessly.

"Sorry, I don't have an answer for this either. Maybe you can only find it yourself." Ye Jie gave the Demon Lord a look, asking her to stop talking nonsense. However, she really didn't have an answer to this question. What exactly does the paradise that everyone talks about look like? She also wanted to know.

"I understand, thank you, I'm sorry to bother you, sir." Ziwei felt a little regretful. After thanking, he flapped his wings and flew up, continuing to move towards where the wise crow was.

"Why don't you thank me? Everything I said was true. You are such an impolite crow. In the past..." the Demon Lord muttered.

Ye Jie watched it go away, and then continued to take the Demon Lord to find the safe house abandoned by the Soul Assembly to see if there were any clues.

(End of this chapter)