I had already investigated before, and the Bethel family's genealogy was kept extremely well protected. In fact, outsiders didn't even know the generational order within their family.
However, this does not prevent Gao from making his own guesses.
According to the old witch, they were among those who participated in the modern war of aggression against the East.
In other words, they probably weren't very old at that time, because if they were too old, it would be easy to expose their identities.
Therefore, they must have been under forty years old at that time.
In addition to the antiquities retrieved from their castle, we can conclude that they were likely military officers in charge at the time, and possessed a certain degree of decision-making authority.
Because ordinary soldiers were not entitled to enjoy the spoils of war; they were all cannon fodder.
In that case, their age limit is set, which should be 25 years or older.
As for whether they were hiding their real age, Gao Ang never even considered it.
Because these people are still human beings at their core, and they will still be born, grow old, get sick, and die.
From their emaciated appearance when they first crawled out of the coffin, Gao Feng could deduce their age without any problem.
In other words, these old fogies were probably born around the 1820s, or at least no earlier than the end of the 18th century.
The first mayor of Amster was much older; according to historical records, Amster was founded around the mid-14th century.
In other words, this first mayor was the real culprit of the Bethel family.
If the Bethel family started having vampire blood from him, then the problem must lie with him.
"Your Majesty, take a trip to the national libraries of He Kingdom and England, and see if you can find any relevant information, whether it's unofficial history or real records, bring it all back to me."
"Yes, sir, I'll get right away."
Suddenly, Gao Ang thought of a possibility:
"Your Majesty, do you think there might be internal strife within the Bethel family?"
"Divide the country? Sir, you mean some people support the resurrection of the old hag, and some people support the resurrection of the mayor?"
“That’s right. Think about it. If these two groups aren’t on the same side, then it makes sense that Sajir didn’t make a move when the old hag died.”
The more Gao Feng thought about it, the more convinced he was that his line of thinking was correct.
But then another question arises: if Sagir supports the old mayor, then who are the old witch's supporters?
"I'm here to wipe you all out! I don't care who supports whom, you're all going to die!"
Gao Ang was a little angry. What on earth was all this nonsense?
A feud movie turned into a mystery?
Qian Sui turned his head away, probably chuckling to himself; you could tell from the way he shrugged his shoulders.
"Stop laughing, get on with your business."
He kicked Qian Sui in the butt and said Ang Gao in an annoyed tone.
"The matter is settled. The library does not have detailed information about the first mayor of Amster City, but I found some records of the unusual phenomena during that period in the local legends of Amster City. Please take a look, sir."
After saying that, Qian Sui projected the copied information onto the screen on the wall.
The description in this record is vague, and everyone's narration style is different, but overall there are still clues to follow and some commonalities.
The general idea is that it was autumn of 1335, around mid-October.
Several farmers working in the fields saw a large, fiery ball fall into the distant mountains and forests.
The fireball started a wildfire, and many people went to fight it, but some people were burned to death in the process.
After the fire was extinguished, they found a rock in a huge crater.
There are also legends of divine stones falling from the sky in the West, so these people worshipped this slippery, blood-red stone.
The place where the stone is enshrined is a small chapel where people go to pray every day.
"I'm sure a lot of strange things are going to happen next."
As predicted, many strange things did indeed happen in the area and its surroundings.
First, various poultry and livestock disappeared without a trace, and then many people contracted inexplicable diseases.
At this point, people began to wonder if the disaster was caused by that divine stone.
So these people went to the church together, intending to demolish it, smash the meteorite, and even burn all the clergy inside.
But when they arrived at the church, they found that all the clergy had disappeared.
The tables and chairs inside the church were scattered about, as if a major fight had taken place.
Most importantly, the divine stone has also disappeared.
The angry crowd did not calm down; they still demolished the entire church and burned it down.
What followed was a period of inactivity, during which the horrific Black Death and plague broke out in the Western world.
It could be said that nine out of ten houses were empty, and the people were living in misery.
It wasn't until the Black Death and the plague ended that new local chronicles were compiled.
In 1386, a group of warriors who had participated in many battles settled in this small town.
The leading officer seemed to have a strong attachment to this place, and the royal family of Ho at the time wanted to grant it to him as his territory in recognition of his outstanding achievements.
However, the officer refused and instead offered other land as a reward.
He himself set up camp there.
Later, this place became the capital of the country, and this officer became its first mayor.
As for the life of this first mayor, the historical records are also very vague.
It's as if they suddenly appeared out of nowhere, with no birthplace and no educational background.
"That's all?"
Pointing to the projection, Gao Feng felt that he hadn't had enough.
This story is wrong. It only has a beginning and an end, but no process. And the ending seems abrupt.
That's all.
With his hands shrugged, even the Emperor Qian Sui was helpless.
Based on these materials, he still collected a lot of unofficial historical records and reconstructed them.
He couldn't guarantee whether it was true or not.
Based on this simple information, Gao Feng made a simple conjecture:
Bethel, the first mayor of Amster City and the founder of the Bethel family, was accidentally irradiated by the divine stone that fell from the sky, and thus he mutated.
Due to his physical needs, he ate a lot of poultry and livestock from the farmers, but he knew something was wrong with him and dared not reveal his condition to the public, otherwise he would be burned to death. So he always acted secretly.
As for those people's illnesses, the Black Death, and the plague, whether they were related to him or the stone, remains unknown.
"If we were to make a bold guess, this Bethel might be a clergyman in the church;
Only through prolonged contact can one be more deeply influenced;
Later, when problems arose, he ran away, but he had already adapted to the impact and thus survived.
Other people or animals were not so lucky;
Thus, the Black Death and the plague, which ravaged the entire Western world, arose from this.
All of this is based on Gao Long's personal speculation, deduced from the most common plot points.
As for where this sacred stone is now, what happened to Bethel during the more than fifty years he disappeared, what happened in the church back then, and whether this story is true or false...
Everything is unknown unless someone from the Bethel family comes forward to speak for themselves.
Thinking of this, Gao Ang felt another wave of regret, "If only I had spared those four old geezers' lives."
"That old hag is interesting. She's almost dead but still so stubborn. She only talked about the four of them and didn't mention a word about the history of the Bethel family."
"The key point is that you didn't ask in the first place."
Chisui chimed in.
"You didn't manage to get me these documents back then either."
Gao Feng glared at him.
"Back then, that old geezer Bethel hadn't been exposed yet."
“Indeed,” Gao Ang sighed, “It’s just a cruel twist of fate. It’s such a coincidence that the news about this old geezer broke out right after we caused such a ruckus at the Bethel family…”
At this point, Gao Ang paused for a moment, "Something happened at Bethel Castle... the old hag died... the Bethel news broke... Your Majesty, do you really think this is a coincidence?"
Gao Ang never believed in coincidences in this world; behind every coincidence, there was a convincing factual basis.
"If, as you previously deduced, there really is a power struggle between the old hag and Bethel, then it is no coincidence."
"In other words, our actions inside the castle have been discovered by certain people. These people are the supporters behind the immortal Bethel, the organizers of the Bethel resurrection plan."
They rushed to bring out their master as soon as the old witch kicked the bucket, although we still don't understand what this resurrection means.
Could it be interpreted that Bethel's supporters were constantly suppressed by the old hag's supporters?
If they continue to have the upper hand, is it necessary to kick them when they're down?
Now, Gao Ang suddenly found this matter quite interesting.
Moreover, he didn't think the matter was unimportant.
He killed Biob, he killed the old hag... Zagiel plans to resurrect Bethel...
He even had a suspicion that Biob was deliberately sent out by Sagir to carry out the mission.
It's just a business dispute, is it really necessary to harm the names of so many innocent people?
Even if the Aoli Group is powerful, can they withstand the wrath of a major Eastern power?
This doesn't seem like a decision a large corporation should make, unless they're at a critical juncture or have some other conspiracy.
All of this remains unknown. Gao Feng can only instruct Qian Sui to expand the scope of the search and surveillance again, hoping to find some clues.
The following morning, October 10th, Wan Xinyue came over again.
He said he wanted to discuss something with Gao Feng, but his real purpose was...
"LiuGong didn't come?"
Seeing that she was all alone, Gao Ang asked curiously, "Didn't you say it was a technical bottleneck issue? Why are you alone?"
Bottleneck my foot...
Wan Xinyue inwardly complained, but her pretty face remained warm and gentle. "He has something to do. You can tell me, and we can communicate via video if you don't understand anything."
As he spoke, he took out a tablet and placed it on the stone table in the courtyard.
Little Flower jumped onto the stone table, sniffed the tablet a few times, and meowed.
Bald head, this smells good, much better than the previous short-haired one.
"Pervert!" Gao Ang thought to himself, scooped up Xiao Hua and was about to throw him back into the living room when Lao Wan stopped him.
"What are you doing? How can you be so rough? Kittens are meant to be treated with care. Take your hands off me."
Old Wan patted his large, proud hand, cupped Little Flower's cat face in his hands, examined it closely, and muttered to himself:
"Oh my, this cat is so well-behaved! Look how clever it is, it's nothing like its owner." You're such a blockhead as its owner.
Old Wan muttered another complaint in his mind.
Little Flower looked quite pleased with herself and even reached out her paw to scratch Old Wan's tender little hand, which made Gao Ang's heart skip a beat: "My goodness, Little Flower, you better be careful, or you might end up crippling him or something."
He didn't care at all what Lao Wan said.
"Sir, she is hinting at you."
When guests arrive, Chitose puts aside her usual freedom and communicates through consciousness and high energy.
What does it imply?
He raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat puzzled.
"Emmmmmm, never mind, figure it out yourself."
After saying this, Qian Sui felt unwell and immediately returned to the consciousness space of the three brothers to hold a small meeting.
"Do you think Mr. [Sir] has evolved or regressed? He couldn't even figure out what this woman meant?"
"You can tell, can't you? You just don't want to admit it?" the second brother replied.
"I think the gentleman probably felt that there would be no future between the two of them, so he was too lazy to even think about it."
It was rare for the third brother to speak a fair word.
"But, assuming you can enjoy yourself with that beautiful lady, maybe... there'll be something going on between them, hehehe..."
The third brother's lewd laughter echoed within the three men's minds.
"What the third brother said this time was actually quite reliable."
The second son remained as taciturn as ever, but this time he supported the third son.
"Then, should we lend a hand?"
The third brother started getting ready to fight.
"Stop! We're just discussing this topic. Don't make any rash moves. Haven't you had enough of your confinement last time?"
Chisui quickly dissuaded the two little rascals from having such an idea.
Upon hearing the word "closed" from the Emperor, the second and third brothers immediately fell silent.
Gao Ang did not participate in the small meeting of the three brothers; he had to deal with Lao Wan, who had come to visit again.
"Old Wan, just say what's on your mind. We're close, right? You can just ask if you have any difficulties."
With a wave of his hand, Gao Feng steered the conversation back to what he considered the main topic.
Old Wan ignored him, picked up Xiao Hua and put her on his lap, stroking her gently. He replied softly, "It's nothing. It's normal for me to come and hang out with you, the developer of Dragon Brain No. 1."
Is this normal?
It's quite normal. Lao Wan's robotics company is planning to raise funds and go public. With Gao Feng, the developer of Dragon Brain No. 1, as his backer, there will be no obstacles whatsoever.
But there's no need for that. Her current position as vice president of the Robotics Foundation is more than enough.
Gao Ang scratched his head. "Alright, you can play with him. I'll go cook."
Pointing to Xiaohua, Gao Ang chose to go to the kitchen.
Looking at the time, Lao Wan smiled slightly. "Idiot, what time is it and you're already cooking?"
She didn't stop her and continued to play with the little flower on her own.
His eyes kept wandering around, looking left and right, but he couldn't figure it out.
"Can I go upstairs and take a look?" Old Wan shouted at the kitchen.
"Go ahead, I don't have any secrets here."
A loud voice drifted over from the direction of the kitchen.
Holding Xiao Hua, Lao Wan swayed gracefully as he went up to the second floor.
What comes into view is a row of Iron Man figures, as well as laboratory sections of various sizes.
She had seen Iron Man before, so she wasn't too surprised, but she was quite amazed by the experimental equipment.
From outside sources, we know that this guy created a ROG, but she always thought that Gao was some kind of hidden second-generation.
ROG might have been something his family set up for him, and Gao Ang is just an obvious beneficiary.
But these instruments completely overturned her previous guesses: Could it be that ROG was really created by him alone?
Looking back at the Iron Man figures, Wan Xinyue sighed in admiration, "Monsters are monsters, beyond the reach of ordinary people like us."
But how did a small-time streamer end up becoming an inventor?
This question began to take root in Lao Wan's mind.
"Little Flower, your bald owner is quite interesting!"
"Meow." That's interesting, not only interesting, but it also has superpowers.
Unfortunately, Lao Wan couldn't understand what Xiao Hua was saying, nor could he grasp her subconscious meaning. He simply assumed she was responding to him and happily gave her another pat.
"Let's go downstairs, there's nothing to see here, just a bunch of broken jars..."
Gao Feng, busy in the kitchen, kept staring towards the second floor.
Xiao Hua's words almost scared him to death, but then he thought about it and felt relieved: outsiders can't understand what this lecherous cat is saying, so what's there to be afraid of...
With outsiders present, Gao Ang didn't dare to stir up trouble out of thin air, nor did he dare to brandish his sword. He honestly acted like a normal person.
Whenever he wanted to retrieve something remotely or to save himself trouble, he would force himself to stop this lazy behavior.
"Sigh, I always feel uncomfortable when there's an outsider in the house."
With a sigh and a shake of his head, Gao Ang began peeling garlic.
He planned to make a cucumber dish with minced garlic first.
Old Wan is from Hangzhou, so he definitely wouldn't like garlic.
But he loves to eat it, and he never gets tired of it.
Besides, garlic has a very strong smell, and girls don't like it.
If no girls like it, that's fine. Let's get rid of this woman as soon as possible... Hehehe, Gao Ang couldn't stop chuckling to himself.
What are you laughing about? Tell me!
Old Wan had already come down from the second floor and stood at the kitchen door, curiously watching Gao Yang, whose shoulders were shrugging.
"Huh? It's nothing..." Gao Ang quickly shook his head, waving the kitchen knife in his hand, "I'm smashing cucumbers, stay away, don't get it on your clothes."
He could tell at a glance that Lao Wan's outfit was quite expensive, a women's tight-fitting vest from the latest fashion week.
The long skirt accentuated her slender waist, making it appear as if it could be encircled by one hand. The key was that the vest was a bit short, always subtly hinting at something, yet not quite revealing it, leaving him itching with desire.
"Is it pretty?"
"What?" Gao Ang's knife trembled, almost shattering the cutting board.
Wasn't this woman looking at the cat? How did she notice me peeking at her?
"I just bought this outfit yesterday."
Holding Xiaohua, Lao Wan did a spinning around right at the kitchen doorway, showing Gao Ang her graceful figure.
"Ahem, that's fine. Um, you should put the perverted cat down, so it doesn't get covered in fur."
"Meow." Baldy, what do you mean? What's wrong with me staying in this soft, sticky place for a while?
Before Lao Wan could say anything, Xiao Hua became unhappy.
Hearing Gao Yang's words, Lao Wan looked at Xiao Hua innocently and said, "He doesn't shed."
He stroked the little flower a couple more times, then said, "It's just an outfit, nothing as cute as the flowers, right? Muah~"
After saying that, he even gave Xiaohua a kiss from afar.
The little flower was so beautiful that she squinted her eyes and nodded repeatedly in the high direction.
"Meow meow meow!" Baldy, this place is so comfortable, wahahaha!
Xiao Hua's boasting really angered Gao Ang.
He slammed the cleaver down on the cutting board.
"Slap slap slap"
The loud noise startled Lao Wan. "What are you doing?"
"It's nothing, the cucumber is a little hard..."
"..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com