Unfathomable!

Previously, Zachary Taylor had asked Victor and James to train on their own because he was taking Lincoln to see Chen Mo. However, the two tried to slack off and were caught red-handed by him in the lobby.

Standing outside the door, watching the two run all the way back to the training field, Kree Taylor snorted coldly, straightened his suit which had been wrinkled from chasing the two, and strolled back to the hall with his hands behind his back. At that moment, Lincoln also came down the stairs.

Lincoln nodded to Kree Taylor without saying a word. When Kree Taylor saw Lincoln coming down the stairs, he knew that Lincoln had seen him yelling at Victor and James.

However, Kree Taylor didn't feel uncomfortable at all. What was wrong with an officer reprimanding a soldier? He wasn't one of those politicians who needed to be mindful of their image at all times. So he didn't care about what had just happened, politely nodded to Lincoln, and then turned around and led him out of the manor.

At the entrance of the manor, a carriage was waiting. After watching Lincoln board the carriage and drive away for a distance, Kree Taylor put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked towards the training ground on the side of the manor.

Unbeknownst to Kree Taylor, Lincoln watched him until he disappeared around the corner of the estate before turning back.

But in Lincoln's heart, it was like a stormy sea!

It's so familiar! It's just so familiar!

The way he cursed, his tone of voice, the way he walked with his hands behind his back, and even the way he tilted his head when he nodded were exactly the same!

Moreover, although they look quite different, they still have a 40-50% resemblance if you look closely!

Most importantly, he clearly heard the two burly young men call him "Old Taylor"!

Lincoln had an extremely absurd guess: the middle-aged man who acted like a butler at Chen Mo's estate was very likely President Kree Taylor, who had died suddenly six years ago!

Although a part of his reason told him that it was impossible, that President Taylor was indeed dead and could not be brought back to life, and that this middle-aged man's height, appearance, and even his demeanor were very different from President Taylor's.

But his lawyer's keen intuition made him convinced that this person was most likely President Taylor, who should have been dead!

When President Taylor was in office, Lincoln was a member of the House of Representatives. He had met President Taylor many times and listened to his speeches. Lincoln held this president, who was a war hero and a staunch opponent of slavery, in high esteem and was therefore deeply impressed by him.

Aside from his height and appearance, Mr. Chen Mo's butler was about 80-90% similar to the President Taylor he remembered.

If it were anyone else, their height and appearance alone would be enough to make them give up on this guess, but Lincoln kept having images of the oil painting in Chen Mo's study and the Knight's Greatsword on the shelf by the wall flash through his mind!

Now that I think about it carefully, although the Black Robe Knight in the painting cannot see his face, his back view, figure, and the majestic and sharp aura he exudes are clearly eight or nine parts similar to Chen Mo.

With that longsword exactly the same as the one in the painting, could the Black Robe Knight in the painting be Chen Mo?!

However, judging from the painting's technique, it is clearly in the medieval style. The tall, magnificent, and splendid Blackrock Castle, the soldiers on the walls, and the heavily armored Knight charging in formation outside the Castle all clearly indicate that the painting depicts a scene of heavily armored Knights attacking Castle in the Middle Ages.

If these two events were considered separately, Lincoln might have thought it was a coincidence. But now that they are connected, Lincoln, though finding it hard to accept, had to come to a startling conclusion: Chen Mo was the medieval Black Robe Knight leader in the painting, and Chen Mo's butler was the twelfth president of the United States, Kree Taylor, who should have died!

If this inference is true, then it means that Chen Mo is an undead who has lived from the Middle Ages to the present! He survived by directly charging into the thick city walls, and his experience was drawn and preserved to this day, which also means that he successfully conquered that Castle. In other words, he still has the powerful strength to break through a city by himself!

Furthermore, Zachary Taylor's existence suggests that he possesses the ability to resurrect the dead, alter their appearance, and grant them immense power!

If they didn't have formidable strength, those two obviously powerful young men wouldn't have fled like mice before a cat!

What secrets does Chen Mo hold?!

What kind of magical power does he possess?!

The image of Chen Mo, so young yet so dignified, flashed through my mind again. His eyes, as deep as the Starry Night, seemed to see through everything and contained boundless wisdom. How could a young man in his early twenties possess such eyes!

Now it seems that Chen Mo is definitely not just an ordinary person!

Based on his understanding of Chen Mo first came to New York in 1845. With seemingly inexhaustible wealth, he acquired all the land near New York in a short period of time, and somehow managed to subdue a group of Native Americans for his own use.

It should be noted that the Americas Native Americans have always viewed these Europe immigrants as invaders and were not friendly to them, let alone willing to work for them. To date, apart from Chen Mo, no one has been known to have been able to subdue the unruly Native Americans.

Lincoln also heard that John Jacob Astor, the former richest man in United States who opposed him when he bought the land, was dealt with by Chen Mo. That night, a huge explosion occurred at John Jacob Astor's mansion, and the fire burned all night long. The raging flames illuminated the entire New York sky. No one had ever seen such a large explosion or such a fierce fire. If it hadn't been for the calm and windless night, the entire New York might have been reduced to ashes.

Thinking of this, Lincoln suddenly remembered that, according to the information he had, Chen Mo was in his early twenties at the time, and now, ten years later, his appearance had not changed at all, and he still looked like he was in his early twenties. This further confirmed his guess and made him more certain that Chen Mo had the ability to live forever and never age!

Lincoln sat in the carriage, looking out at the endless fields, his mind in turmoil, unable to calm down for a long time. The impact of today's visit on him was simply too great!

Chen Mo's status in his mind rose from a powerful capitalist to a level akin to a mythical figure, unfathomable and mysterious!