Monica hung up the phone. By then, Chairman Pierre had finished dealing with the members who had not suffered any actual losses in this theft and was walking toward them.
Pierre Asmodeus, with his fluffy hair, gave off a somewhat unhinged impression, while Severus remained expressionless. To onlookers, it was like a child visiting a zoo to observe a snake lying motionless on a branch—one filled with curiosity, the other completely still and wary. Only when Pierre straightened up again did the strange atmosphere dissipate.
"Hello, Mr. Edgar Smith." Pierre extended a hand to Severus. "Do you want to cooperate with us too?"
"I heard you've already held dozens of touring exhibitions in America and Canada. Why not Britain?" Severus asked with a false smile.
"I think everyone has a different opinion of this famous figure from the past. Talleyrand thought he was vulgar and uncultured, and I believe those who are truly interested in him will come looking for us themselves." Pierre smiled.
Severus's smile deepened considerably. "You admire a vulgar and uncultured man?"
"He was a soldier. I imagine every nation's army is full of foul language," Pierre said. "But during the Battle of Toulon, he also said this: 'Soldiers, if I charge forward, follow me. If I retreat, kill me. If I fall, avenge me.' Greatness and absurdity are A Step Away. I think you understand what I mean now."
"Interesting." Severus smiled. "You think that if Napoleon had led France's soldiers, the outcome of the battle would have changed?"
"At the very least, there wouldn't still be so many people claiming Napoleon Bonaparte was an Italian. He was a Frenchman; he admitted that himself," Pierre said. "As long as someone has his spirit, I don't think even pink being his favorite color would make people think