Chapter 1612

This person... could she be a fool?

Rendered speechless by the red-haired director's bizarre demands and glancing at the empty seat opposite her, the waiter felt a chill run down their spine and felt an urge to call security to throw this drunkard out.

However, firstly, the red-haired director was an incredibly heavy drinker—the amount she drank alone equaled that of four or five strong men, making her a rare big customer these days. Secondly, she was truly breathtakingly beautiful; even in her drunken state, it was impossible to look away, so the waiter couldn't bring themselves to say anything harsh.

In the end, having no other choice, the waiter had to bite the bullet and return, bringing a tray of glasses to set opposite her. They poured the wine one by one according to her request, then hurriedly retreated behind the bar, looking toward her with eyes full of vigilance, ready to step in and handle the situation at any moment.

And after all the wine glasses were set, the thin, tall, middle-aged man with a bitter expression looked at the row of large wine glasses in front of him and spoke with an unhappy expression:

"Olivia, have you forgotten? I never drink alcohol, you..."

"I know."

Reaching out to take a glass of amber mead and tilting her head back to drain it in one gulp, the red-haired director, whose eyes were already somewhat hazy, smiled and said:

"This is what I wanted to drink myself, but I had already been here for over six hours before you arrived, and I've drunk far too much back and forth; they don't dare sell me any more new wine, so I'm just using you as an excuse."

"..."

"Why have you stopped talking? If you want to drink too... then I'll save a glass for you?"

"No need..."

Watching the red-haired director opposite him gulping down the drinks frantically and draining all the wine in no time, the middle-aged man couldn't help but frown deeply and question:

"You weren't like this in the past. When did you pick up the habit of alcoholism?"

Hmm?

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the red-haired director's hazy, drunken eyes couldn't help but steady slightly, and then she looked over with flickering eyes. Seeing her suddenly changed demeanor, the middle-aged man realized he had spoken out of turn and couldn't help but sigh with a hint of annoyance.

"You are still as clever as before; I can't say a single wrong word in front of you..."

"Not really~"

After responding casually, the red-haired director smiled and pressed further:

"Since you don't know much about my recent situation, then... in the past few years, were you trapped in some place with no contact with the present world, and only recently released by someone?"

"..."

"It's the people from the King-Slaying Society, isn't it? Have you colluded with them?"

"..."

"What did you promise them? To eliminate the royal family of the Sika-Levin Kingdom and weaken the influence of the Watchtower Palace to allow the True God to descend? What did they promise you? To help you take revenge on the Cleanup Bureau? To take revenge on the Sika-Levin Kingdom? Or... to rebuild the East Levin Kingdom?"

"..."

"It's actually none of those? You have other plans? Speaking of which, when I was shopping these few days, I saw many people from the Lumen Church on the streets of Lily City. Could it be that you intend to use the baptismal pool of the Lumen Church to repeat the..."

"Enough!"

Facing the red-haired director's relentless questioning, the tall, thin middle-aged man couldn't help but look slightly flustered as he stopped her, then said with anger in his eyes:

"Olivia! I came to question you! Not to provide you with intelligence!"

"I'm not fishing for any intelligence." The red-haired director leaned back against the chair after hearing this and said slowly:

"You were the one who let it slip. I just asked about everything that crossed my mind in this instant after you let it slip. Whether to answer or not is your business; if you don't want to leak intelligence, couldn't you just not say anything?"

"..."

I could choose not to speak, but when so much can be dug out from a single sentence, does it make much difference whether I speak or not?

"Forget it, guess whatever you want..."

After ending the topic somewhat powerlessly, looking at his old friend who was much more mature than in the past but still just as clever and cunning, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh deeply, then said with resentment in his eyes:

"Olivia, if you hadn't chosen to betray me back then, but instead stayed with me..."

"Then we would only have been more wrong and gone deeper."

Interrupting the middle-aged man, the red-haired director toyed with the wine glass in her hand, her expression somewhat gloomy as she said:

"From the moment I accepted the mission to use the Thirteen Ant Nests, I have regretted what happened back then almost every day... What I regret is not using the Thirteen Ant Nests, but failing to discover what you were preparing sooner, letting things develop to the point where I had to use that thing! You..."

"What do you know?!"

Seeming to be provoked by the red-haired director's words, the middle-aged man stood up abruptly from his chair, his dark pupils filled with anger as he scolded:

"Do you know how much resistance I faced? Everyone clearly knew in their hearts that I was the one who was right, but they just had to be like barnacles hanging on the back of a sea turtle, dragging me! Pulling me! Pressing me! Holding me down!

In this situation, did I have any other choice but to take a gamble? You betrayed your original beliefs and chose to bow your head to those old things reeking of rot, but I never did! You..."

No content to be seen!

"Alright, don't say any more."

After waving her hand to signal him to stop, the red-haired director, who had calmed down first, sighed faintly:

"I only want to have a few drinks today, I don't want to argue with you... You've been like this since you were a child; your body is always faster than your brain, you never consider the consequences of your actions, and your mind is as hard as a stone—once you've decided on something, you never change it..."

"I don't have a brain, but don't you?"

Hearing the red-haired director mention the past, the middle-aged man's expression softened slightly, and then he said:

"Do you remember that proverb? Justice and courage are a pair of brothers; true courage must stem from the persistence of justice, and with the courage to practice one's beliefs..."

"Justice will not become an empty word."

After opening her mouth to finish the last sentence of the proverb, the red-haired director raised her glass and took a sip of mead, her expression somewhat dim as she said:

"Just say whatever you have to say directly; beating around the bush doesn't suit you."

"My meaning is... the relationship between you and me is like the ancestors of the East Levin Kingdom and the West Levin Kingdom; we are the most suitable and best 'brothers'."

After pushing away the empty wine glass in front of him with some disdain, the middle-aged man gazed at the red-haired director opposite him who was bowing her head in silence, and spoke with sincerity in his eyes:

"Olivia, just like before, come and help me!"

"..."

Sweeping away the fierce and angry expression he had when scolding the red-haired director as a traitor, the middle-aged man said with a serious face:

"I have the fists and the strength, you have the brains and the luck; we are the best and most suitable partners! As long as we join forces, whether it's the Cleanup Bureau or the King-Slaying Society, none of them will be our match! By then, we will possess the power to change everything!"

(End of chapter)