"May I ask what brings you all here?"
It seemed Gabriel had truly put great effort into this board meeting. The three groups he had invited were indeed anything but ordinary. The other attendees, though all secondary figures within their families, were normally accustomed to turbulent affairs. Yet now, their astonishment was plain to see. In the end, Elizabeth gathered her courage and asked.
The gray-haired old man with the green badge pinned to his suit, the leader of the Thule Society, smiled. "Nothing major. We came this time merely to provide consultation services." Then he smiled at Valdemar from Spain. "And to offer a few guiding opinions along the way."
"That's right." The leader of Bloody Tongue from London nodded slightly. He seemed deliberately positioned some distance from the other two factions, emphasizing his own aloofness. In heavily accented British English, he said, "Though I'm only here to do business. We would be quite willing to invest some money."
"I-I see." Elizabeth nodded with a forced smile and slowly sat back down.
"I told you not to judge things with such subjective views. You should at least look at the projects our company has put forward before making a decision."
"Of course, of course."
"We were being too hasty."
"But it's nothing. How could there possibly be anything wrong with your recommendation, sir?"
An even more astonishing scene unfolded before Elizabeth and the others. A middle-aged woman had been waiting in the conference room all along. She was dressed somewhat androgynously, with curly blond hair and a long side fringe hanging before her face. After she spoke a single sentence, those people all meekly echoed their agreement.
After seeing that, Elizabeth exchanged glances with the companions who had come with her. It was obvious that their assessment of Gospel