"Name?"
"Matt Cloison."
"Gender?"
"Male."
"Age?"
"Seventy-one."
In the sealed room, a lone light shone down. The lawyers' roars and shouts outside could not be heard. Everything was silent.
Ai Qing lowered her head, calmly leafing through the materials before her and comparing them to the elderly man across the table.
Even in a Phantom Agency interrogation room, the aged professor maintained his composure and restraint.
Though he had been summoned late at night and had not had time to change into formal attire, he had still insisted on wearing a vest over his shirt. It was clear that he placed considerable importance on his bearing and appearance.
His ten fingers were covered in calluses, and a trace of chalk dust still clung to his cuffs. Even at his age, he had never left the lecture hall.
He answered every question clearly. No matter how many times they were repeated, his responses remained orderly.
The interrogators could not help but admire this rare poise and steadiness, even as it gave them a headache.
After all, he was no insignificant nobody. Even if he held no power now, his years of work at Imperial Roman University had earned him the Roman Scholar Medal.
Countless students of his had already made names for themselves and stepped into the spotlight.
Thirty years ago, he had served as the previous emperor's private adviser. Even Rome's Minister of Finance had once been his fellow disciple...
He was truly difficult to handle.
"Come to think of it, I once had the honor of hearing your speech at the London Economic and Cultural Exchange Conference." Recalling that occasion, Ai Qing sighed. "I even asked a question about the Abyssal Trade Act."
"My apologies, but I do not remember."
Professor Matt calmly shook his head and did not