Chapter 1637 Pupil
In the temple, a handsome man with a naked upper body and a golden crown on his head [Indra] walked towards Gao Changkong with a smile.
"Garuda, I hope you can remember that it was Bharata who saved you when you were in the most dangerous time."
He placed his big hands on Gao Changkong's shoulders, and his deep eyes stared into Gao Changkong's eyes.
"Don't do anything stupid. Otherwise, the Trinity will never forgive you! Neither will I."
Gao Changkong felt a huge sense of oppression.
Although he is now a strange man close to the Black Chariot level, he is also ranked high among the entire Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.
However, when facing this true child of destiny, the owner of the top Brahman bloodline, the strongest man in the Bharata Alliance, he still has a huge gap.
Gao Changkong put his hands together and saluted in the standard posture of Brahmanism.
"I will never forget your teachings!"
When he lowered his head, at an angle that no one else could see, the corners of his mouth curled up in a disdainful arc.
……
The sharp sound of the wind whistled over the snowfield and passed through the frozen jungle.
Even the huge coniferous forests could hardly survive under such temperatures and were frozen into rows of silver ice sculptures.
Deep in the woods, however, there is a quiet and peaceful area where stands an ancient Gothic castle.
On the third floor of the castle, in an ancient library.
The red bookshelf carries the vicissitudes of time, and is filled with thick books, all of which are old versions that are extremely rare in the outside world.
You know, in this electronic age, most people have basically bid farewell to reading paper books.
This library looks like it has at least a hundred years of history.
Because there are even parchment scrolls and thread-bound books with very crude sewing craftsmanship on the bookshelf.
An old man with silver hair walked to the bookshelf alone, searched for a while on the shelf marked "Economics", and took out a copy of Adam Smith's "The Wealth of Nations". Then he walked leisurely to the mahogany desk next to him, opened the book and started reading.
However, as a classic European building and such an old study, it is surprising that the almost necessary "Holy Book" is not seen in a prominent place.
The old man was dressed elegantly, with a flannel suit made from British textiles that fitted his body tightly, making him look low-key yet sophisticated.
He did not undergo eye surgery to adjust his presbyopia. Instead, he chose to take out a pair of old reading glasses from his chest pocket, hung them on his ears, and slowly flipped through the great book in the field of economics.
The old man read for a long time, completely ignoring the howling cold wind outside the window. When the cold wind hit the window, the irregular sound actually made him enjoy it a little.
I vaguely recalled the time when he was young and studying business administration in Massachusetts.
"Dong dong dong."
There was a knock at the old wooden door.
The old man slowly turned his head and glanced at the door, then said, "Come in."
"Squeak-"
The heavy wooden door, which was almost black in color, was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance and wearing an expensive suit walked in from outside.
There was a silk handkerchief made of Belain on his chest. After entering the room, he carefully used the handkerchief to wipe off the marks he left on the door handle.
This looks like a scene from a killer movie, but this gentleman did it just to prevent his hand sweat from corroding the original door handle from the 30s.
The middle-aged man walked to a place not far in front of the old gentleman, bowed his head respectfully and said, "President, we have received a request for assistance from Huaxu Country."
The plain-looking old man at the table, who could be seen in any university library in the world, slowly took off his reading glasses, then gently closed the book with his wrinkled hands and looked up at him.
"Hua Xu Country?"
He confirmed again.
"Yes."
The middle-aged man bowed his head.
"The thing we were most worried about happened ahead of time. The mysterious civilization underground in Star Island, having been repeatedly harassed by neighboring countries, took the initiative to attack the human kingdom."
"The four major regions of Huaxu Country, as well as Columbia's fleet stationed in Neon Port, were all attacked."
The old man leaned back in his chair and nodded slowly.
"We knew this day would come sooner or later."
The middle-aged man said, "President, should we use our own strength to help them overcome their current difficulties?"
The old man crossed his hands on his knees, lowered his brows and thought for a long time before he slowly said: "The meaning of [Pupil]'s existence is to fight against destiny. It is precisely because of this that we were formed hundreds of years ago to unite many like-minded people from all over the world."
“I have the honor of serving as the president, but I have always felt guilty, fearing that I would not be able to shoulder this responsibility.”
"This is the first time that the human kingdom has had a large-scale collision with an underground civilization. This marks the beginning of a new era, and such situations may occur more and more in the future."
"No one can predict how dangerous this war will be."
He said a lot and then fell into deep thought again.
The middle-aged man, Miwide Bratt, the 32nd level member of the Pupil organization, second only to the president in front of him, Charles Louis Montesquieu, said in a gentle tone: "Your concerns are correct. Moreover, the Chaos from Huaxu Country that we have just paid attention to recently has a big conflict with one of the Four Horsemen."
Montesquieu thought for a long time, and Blatt waited patiently by the side.
After about two minutes, the air was completely silent.
Montesquieu then spoke: "In our plan, Huaxu Country is an indispensable force. Whether it is the little girl called [Hou Tu] or [Chaos] that we have recently paid attention to, they may become one of the [Four Horsemen of the Dawn]."
"So what you mean is to mobilize the members of [Hitomi] to support them?"
Blatt asked.
Montesquieu shook his head.
"We have no idea of the current situation, and our biggest enemy is not the human kingdom, or even those underground civilizations, but those lackeys who worship God."
After thinking for a while, he slowly said: "Although we can't send anyone over, let's express our sincerity!"
Blatt said: "You mean..."
Montesquieu waved his hand at him and said, "Come to think of it, we haven't dealt with that newly rising boy from Huaxu country yet! This time, let's send him a valuable gift!"
Upon hearing this, Blatt immediately understood what Montesquieu meant.
There are not many gifts in this world that can be useful to a Black Chariot-level mutant.
