"Ha, just a publicity stunt. Jia Silin's family has been doing this for years and still can't shake it off. What tricks are they playing this time?"
In towers filled with books, in dark underground chambers, and even while wandering among the stars, legends have heard of that message in all sorts of places.
Some were dismissive, some were shocked, and some calmly ignored it; the reactions varied.
But it must be said that this did indeed become a storm that swept through the legendary circle.
They may not come in person, but they will definitely pay attention to it subconsciously when the time comes.
And perhaps, this is how Jaslin's family achieved their goal of releasing this information.
Unlike the noisy outside world, Jaslin's home, at the eye of the storm, was unusually peaceful.
He dealt with the various messages methodically, without making any deliberate explanations or vehement denials, just as usual.
…………
The hall, large enough to accommodate thousands of people dining and dancing at the same time, was brightly lit.
Unlike the simple and elegant study, this huge hall is extremely luxurious, with all sorts of precious and gorgeous items displayed.
At this moment, however, there were only two people in this brightly lit hall.
Sitting at the head of the long table, Keynes crossed his arms and quietly looked at the gold coins in his hands.
"Sir, the reactions from all sides are roughly as expected, with no major discrepancies."
Beside him, a middle-aged man with an air of sophistication, dressed in a suit, solemnly reported to the old man:
"There are no problems with Miss Sophie and Mr. Anthony."
"So far, five people who hadn't replied to Legend's messages before have responded and made arrangements as you instructed."
"Today, more than ten different organizations have contacted us about specific matters..."
"…………"
After speaking for a long time, the middle-aged man's frameless glasses slipped slightly as he spoke. He first pulled out a black silk handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his hands, and then elegantly pushed up his glasses.
"That concludes the report."
The old man did not reply, but stared intently at the gold coin in his hand, as if it held an unspeakable secret.
The middle-aged man seemed unsurprised. He put away his notebook, bowed slightly to the old man, and walked away, leaving the space to the old man.
...But some people don't think so.
Bang!
The door was pushed open forcefully, and loud laughter came from the doorway:
"Keynes! Hahahaha, that was a brilliant move!"
Before seeing him, one could hear his voice; a hearty laugh echoed through the hall.
The next moment, a burly middle-aged man, his formal attire bulging out of his clothes, strode confidently through the door, his thick, messy blond hair flowing freely.
Keynes ignored the uninvited guest, not even changing his breathing.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't stay silent! I thought you were dead."
The middle-aged man paid no attention to the old man who didn't even lift his eyelids and strode towards him.
"Give me some face, my son is engaged to your granddaughter."
Seemingly in response to these words, the old man's eyes finally moved, and he slowly said:
"You really do not have the elegance of an aristocrat, Bob Eilish."
The true head of the Jia Silin family raised his eyelids, glanced at them indifferently, and then shook his head:
"This warrior's demeanor is not appropriate for this occasion."
Rude, barbaric, and unkempt.
But Bob paid no heed to this assessment. He tossed his hair, sat down at the head of the long table, and said dismissively:
"Oh yes, yes, anyway, I'm just a reckless guy, everyone knows that's nothing."
"You're acting very strangely this time. What exactly are you planning to do?"
Bob, knowing he wouldn't get an answer from the old man, shrugged knowingly after receiving a cold look from him.
"Oh, never mind."
"Um, I asked my little devil to come and keep your granddaughter company. I didn't expect you to actually agree."
When the topic of Sophie came up, Keynes' attitude towards Bob improved somewhat, and he said casually:
“That wasn’t with my consent; it was her own choice, and I won’t interfere.”
The attitude has improved somewhat, but only slightly.
Fortunately, Bob didn't mind.
"Wow, this is really strange... The 'Greedy Jasmine' would actually let her granddaughter disrupt her preparations?"
Bob did not believe Keynes's words.
An old man who was known for his strong desire to dominate his entire life, how come he doesn't care about these things anymore in his old age?
Do you think this is some kind of fairy tale about a sudden awakening?
"Sigh... So, what are you doing here?"
The middle-aged butler appeared at the door, pushed the food cart to Bob, and silently laid out the dishes one by one.
Ignoring the butler, Bob's eyes remained fixed on Keynes, a wild smile playing on his lips.
"I came to your house to watch the broadcast. I think you must have the clearest view."
"You won't mind, will you?"
The old man stared intently at the reckless middle-aged nobleman with eyes that showed no sign of senility, a hint of surprise in his gaze.
"...Do as you please, just don't make any noise in the room."
Keynes nodded slowly and closed his eyes to rest.
"I need to meditate for a while and not make too much noise."
"Yes, yes, yes, I will obey."
Shrugging, Bob looked at the old man with his eyes closed, shook his head, opened the meal the butler had brought, and began to gulp it down without a care for his image.
His movements were fierce and brutal, lacking any aristocratic elegance.
However, he made no sound whether he refused or swallowed.
...
...
The courtroom.
Aiger was sitting in his small, dilapidated house, drinking cheap beer by himself, when he suddenly paused and looked towards the door.
The next moment, a knock on the door sounded at just the right time.
Dongdong.
"Young, but quite polite."
With a wave of his hand, the door opened silently, revealing the guest who had been standing quietly outside.
"Speak, what is it?"
The masked crow nodded.
"Hmm...it seems like something interesting like last time is going to happen again?"
The guest, who had been concealing himself, nodded again and gave his answer.
A neutral voice echoed in the dilapidated house:
"I believe you will like it."
---Aside---
The buildup is finally over, I'm so tired...
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