Blessing?
That was Heaven's privilege on the Little Broken Ball, and Lake had already granted that privilege to Heaven.
Besides.
If just anyone could receive the blessing of a mighty God-King, then, to be honest, that God-King would be far too cheap and low-class.
Soon.
After saying a few words to Rachel and telling her that he wanted roast beef for dinner that night, Lake hung up the phone, stood, and headed toward the teleportation room with Tiffany, who was already waiting at the door.
Ten minutes later.
The teleportation device activated, carrying Lake and Tiffany directly from Gardiners Island in New York to the Hawaii branch of the Supervision Bureau in a single second.
"BOSS."
"That's enough. You can go."
Tiffany took the car keys from an employee who had been waiting for them, then said something and turned around to hand the keys to Lake.
Soon.
A blue sports car left the branch office and drove along Hawaii Island's coastal highway.
"After resigning from the FBI, Special Agent Clarice Starling moved here. She now lives in a villa near the beach not far from here."
Sitting in the passenger seat, Tiffany went over the information in her hands once more before asking curiously, "BOSS, is the story about Clarice Starling and Hannibal true?"
Lake said, "Which part?"
Tiffany asked, "That Hannibal likes Clarice?"
Lake shrugged. "I hope so."
He was preparing to give Uncle Ba a huge surprise. So what if he had fallen into darkness? Did he really have to become so dispirited that he hid away on the peninsula to grow potatoes?
Who said that someone who had fallen into darkness didn't have the right to pursue their own happiness?
Get up and get to work!
Lake chuckled. Soon, driving at a hundred and twenty miles