Chapter 203 The Grand Museum of the Rhine City
Lynch did not do it on the spur of the moment. In fact, as early as when Mr. Dartmund, his archeology professor, brought the older Ole Chairman to shamelessly defraud knowledge. , Lynch had already started planning, but he just had to wait for Miss Valente to wake up and consult her and the mountain man Elder Nicklay before implementing it.
And the news about advent-level rare objects he learned at yesterday’s cocktail party made him determined to execute it as soon as possible.
"He has killed hundreds of workers, and I have long disliked him." Getting into Miss Valente's carriage, Lynch explained, "But, he threw out the United Railway Workers He knew how to be a scapegoat, absolving him of any responsibility for the Crown Plaza massacre, and the workers in his factory who were devoured had no evidence."
Miss Valente held her chin and looked sideways into Lynch's eyes. , said softly: "Actually, it's useless to have evidence."
This girl's analysis of the situation is still so sharp.
Lynch sighed. In fact, as Miss Valente said, the Watchers had known for a long time that Speaker Grant was behind the scenes, and the Duke's Palace must have known about it for a long time, but no one seemed to want to delve deeper.
After all, workers in this era are worthless. No one takes their lives seriously. They will pursue the massacre in the Square just because the impact is too bad. Having the Railway Workers' Union as a scapegoat is enough to calm public anger. , there is no reason to continue to pursue the case with higher-ups.
This is the limitation of the times and cannot be forced. Lynch can understand their attitude, but he still feels unhappy, so he makes up his mind to punish Grant in his own way and take advantage of the opportunity that he is eagerly looking forward to the smooth progress of the tunnel project. , in the name of the interests of all parties, let him bleed violently.
"For these people who only love money, taking away his property is sometimes more painful than killing him. I believe that he will not be able to sleep well for a long time, and those innocent dead , which can be considered a little comfort."
"But what if he doesn't accept your request?" Miss Valente asked with some worry, "The total amount of compensation is tens of thousands of pounds. Come on, there are very few people who can come up with so much cash in a short time. Aren't you afraid of pushing him to the edge and fighting us to the end?"
"No, I know this kind of person very well. "Lynch smiled. In his previous life, he had seen a lot of capitalists. "What they fear most is bankruptcy. Once they go bankrupt, they will lose everything. Grant will definitely be willing to pay the price in order not to go bankrupt. I was in Dunglass before. The bank listened to their conversation. A wealthy banker could barely scrape together a few thousand pounds in cash every month. Based on this estimate, with Grant's strength, he could still scrape together tens of thousands of pounds with all his strength. It would not be enough to fight us desperately. level. So he will figure it out in the end, let’s drink to his wisdom in advance.”
"You are really..." Miss Valente rolled her eyes at him, but there was a bit of admiration in her expression. She bit her lip gently and said, "But don't you think you missed something?"
"Huh?"
"There is a person who has been busy for so long that he even thinks about victims he doesn't know. Where is he himself?" Miss Valente stared at Lynch softly and whispered He said, "It is said that the nobles in the mythical age were very principled and took protecting the people as their own responsibility. They did not care about gains and losses, and were not afraid of sacrifice. Could that person also want to imitate the sages?"
I don't know what your ancestors were like.
This idea just turned around in my mind, and before I could say it out, a chuckle came from my mind.
Tsk, is it that funny? Forget it, stop being so upright.
Lin Qi blinked and smiled: "There is no way. Someone used practical actions to tell me how a young lady from a medieval noble family should balance the contradiction between morality and responsibility, and show me what sacrifice is. If I don't learn Oh, what if she blasts my head with a shotgun?"
"Hee, no way." The noble lady wrinkled her nose when she laughed, and shook her folding fan playfully, "Today. It’s a fan, not a weapon.”
“Really?” Lin Qi started to roll up his sleeves.
"Of course, it's a very ordinary fan, you see..."
Click... the sound of the gun bolt came from the fan inadvertently.
Silence instantly filled the carriage carriage, with only the awkward sound of the wheels coming. Through the front window of the carriage, you could see that the old butler who was driving the carriage was twitching in the back. He didn’t know if he had a cerebral infarction. .
"Ahem, I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I brought the wrong fan."
"It's strange that I believe you. You are a very bad young girl. No wonder nobles are the most deceitful creatures." Lynch rolled his eyes, but after thinking about it, he still explained seriously, "Actually, I have not forgotten my own benefits, but if I take it from Grant, the nature will change. It is equivalent to being bribed by him, or colluding with him for money and recognition. Maybe no one would blame me for cheating the people, but I don't want to sell my morality for benefits, so I would rather not take benefits from him. Moreover, all he can give me is money, which is what I really desperately want. You can’t give it to me. You can only get it from the other party.”
"Well, the Archaeological Association should be the civil association with the deepest knowledge about the ancient artifact like the Door of Illusion and Reality. If you want to deal with the threat of this strange object as soon as possible, you will inevitably need the help of the Archaeological Association. And archeology will inevitably occur frequently. I have contact with the ruins and know a lot about strange objects and evil gods, and for some reason, I need this knowledge. Well, there are also the memories of the Red Moon that I need. They may also have information, but it is inevitable to ask for help. I will be looked down upon, but if I come to the door with a generous gift, those professors will probably not kick me out."
"What you said so clearly is not as touching as the sentence just now."
Miss Valente blinked with a half-smile.
"You don't know if I don't tell you?"
Lin Qi sighed deeply, looking at her beautiful eyes in a daze. When he thought about how he felt that this girl was a little dull when they first met, he I just want to give myself a slap. I don’t know if it’s too late to realize it now,
“Hee...it’s too late.”
Amid musical laughter, the carriage drove quickly into the city. After circling a few times among the dense crowds in the Crown District, it turned to the edge of the Crown District.
What appeared in front was a huge stone circular spire building, a bit like a large concert hall in the previous life. It was tall, large, simple and solemn, and it was particularly conspicuous among the beautiful buildings in the Victorian style. .
Grand Museum of the Rhineland.
There are only two humanoid stone sculptures at the door. It is said that one is Calgar I, the first king of Rand, and the other is Jones Drake, the founder of the Archaeological Association, who was active in the middle of the Fourth Age. The statue with only one arm.
As soon as he approached the concert hall-like building, Lynch felt a splitting headache. Although he quickly returned to normal, the severe pain still left a deep impression on him.
He immediately realized that he had come to the right place. It was full of mysterious filth and was definitely related to the information he was looking for.
However, this museum is really deserted. As soon as you enter, you are greeted by a huge open hall, at least several hundred square meters, so empty that you can hear the echo.
There was a young girl sleeping on the counter in the lobby, and not a single visitor could see her.
The girl at the front desk had a red spot on her forehead. She rubbed her eyes drowsily, looked around at their clothes, and immediately pushed out a wooden box with a smile on her face.
Donation box.
The museum is free to visit, but donations are accepted. Just looking at the empty box, Lynch smiled sympathetically.
Even if you look at me lovingly, I won’t be able to donate. I’m not visiting, I’m just here to see your chairman.
Hope was immediately replaced by disappointment, and the smile was instantly withdrawn, skillfully making people feel heartbroken. The girl at the front desk threw the empty box into the counter angrily, and then took Lynch around to the office area behind the museum.
A gorgeous door, with a long corridor behind it. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes suddenly shone with light, and a stream of light reached Lin Qi's eyebrows in an instant.
Holy shit.
(End of this chapter)