312 I Wish You Luck (1/2)
Outside the door, the young man with a bowler hat climbed into the carriage. One side of the seats in the carriage had been removed and replaced with a wheelchair. The young man on the chair was reading a book. He had plain looks. Other than his defined features, he had no other unique points. However, sometimes his squinted eyes would flash with terrifying steel gray light.
”Aren’t your tricks too gentle?” He closed his book and glanced at Ye Qingxuan.
”It’s just a small punishment.” Ye Qingxuan lay on the seat lazily and fanned himself with the hat. ”And anyway, I’ve already attended four funerals today. You should at least let me relax at a wedding, right, Mr. Watson?”
Watson shook his head. ”When you wallow in that fake mercy every day, don’t you feel like you’re slacking on your duties as the manager of the illegal trade in Anglo?”
”Watson, you’re so heartless.”
”Sorry, that’s how I am.” Watson scoffed. ”If you aren’t willing, you don’t have to throw everything to me. I’ll get onto a ship to Wales, buy a manor, and retire.”
”Ah, don’t be like that. Wales is so boring. They only have sheep there. And are you sure you can move around like this?” Ye Qingxuan shrugged. ”Don’t you think Avalon is beautiful in comparison? There’s work every day and money to take every month!”
Who do you think did this to me?! Watson’s mouth dropped open but he did not know how to respond. Never in his life had he met someone who spoke so shamelessly while pretending he was doing it for the interest of everyone.
After a long while, Watson sighed dejectedly. ”Ye Qingxuan, let’s fight. I really want to kill you right now.”
A blue firebird jumped out from his sleeve and sang beautifully.
”To be honest, I just love it when you’re angry and want to kill me.”
”Where did you learn to talk like that?”
”That’s just how I am,” Ye Qingxuan answered. A thick investigation report was thrown at his face in response.
”This is what you wanted—the investigation on the parliament.” Watson clenched his jaw. ”People like you cause messes when you’re bored. Please find something to worry about!”
Ye Qingxuan got up and flipped through the report. His expression changed subtly. ”The White Crow really exists?”
Watson replied lightly, ”The parliament looks like a loose organization that works in the interest of many people. However, there is someone in charge. The participants provide the resources and receive dividends. After aggregating a good portion of Avalon’s resources, all the power obviously goes to the one in charge.”
”Using other people’s hens to lay eggs, right?”
”That’s one way to put it. It seems that everyone in the parliament has autonomy, but that’s just the appearance. Once you look under the disguise, you realize that the Parliament is just a dictatorship. All the true power lies in the hands of one person.”
Ye Qingxuan glanced at him. ”Isn’t that you?”
”You think too highly of me.” Watson scoffed. ”The Adrian family has fallen for so many years. How would I have the capitol to be the leader? Even my mask was given to me by my father after he failed resonance and was upset. The one who helped me to my position was White Crow.”
Ye Qingxuan furrowed his brows. ”The former leader?”
Watson smiled. ”Yes. In fact, he found the dark musician to host my fallen ritual. He helped open the gates to power for me. To be honest, I’m a bit grateful to him.”
”Did he order you to do everything?”
”No, he disappeared after he handed me the parliament. Maybe he was happy to see what I wanted to do.” Watson shrugged. ”Like you, I once secretly ordered men to track him.”
”And?”
”He’s vanished off the face of the planet,” Watson said lightly. ”Both White Crow and the people who searched for him…they all seemed to have evaporated.”
”White Crow put you, someone who does everything for power and authority, into the position to replace him. He must want the results you gave him.” Ye Qingxuan pondered. ”But if Anglo is destroyed by a natural catastrophe, everyone will be infected. This will turn into a world of demons. How does he benefit from this?”
”Who knows?” Watson replied. ”There are more than enough saints who want to save the world and madmen who want to destroy it.”
Ye Qingxuan flipped through the files wordlessly. After a long while, he looked up. ”According to your investigation, the last time the White Crow showed himself was more than a decade ago?”