I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 37 Who is the real protagonist!

William McConaughey's pupils contracted slightly.

The power of blade and lamp is intertwined and entangled deep in his eyes, bursting out a cold and sharp light that can pierce glass and skin, which is so deep and colorful that mortals cannot see with naked eyes.

The colors of the mundane things in the field of vision recede like the tide, the walls and floors and the useless mortals are like the background color of a dull photo, only the two in front of you show a faint color brilliance.

One is wild gray and gluttonous red, and the other is flickering yellowish.

William's eyes are like extremely sharp lancets, gradually cutting open the coats of the two, tearing the flesh of the two, and opening the heads of the two... He wants to pretend to be disabled even though he is clearly healthy. In the skull of the male visitor, I saw the trembling blood-stained moth.

He looked at another female visitor. The pure and weak body of the other party was filled with a full soul body, and her spiritual consciousness was so strong that it almost condensed into a glow... But after all, it was only almost, and there was no real substance. strength
It turned out that the dim yellow light like the setting sun was just radiating from the pendant on the other party's chest.

A contemptuous sneer rose from the corner of his mouth, "Stone of the Noon... the lackey of the Anti-Suppression Bureau."

"Has the Anti-Suppression Bureau reduced to the point of recruiting moth-like lunatics?"

Of course, the words of ridicule were not easily uttered. William has been able to bury his true emotions deeply in his heart without revealing them, like a secret buried underground with a corpse.

His words were like silence, and his countenance was like frost.

An exciting and cold atmosphere permeated the corridor, like the sound of swords and soldiers meeting, and like a raging wind and snow.

The female visitor who is protected by the lamp is still unaware.

But the male visitor with the moth lodged in his skull has already keenly felt the changes in the air. His muscles are trembling and his heart is beating violently.

But William could feel the other party's spirituality surging... as if the fighting spirit was raging fiercely.

"Yes, it is a good seedling of the blade, it is a pity to repair the moth."

These various thoughts flashed through his mind only for a moment, and William dispelled the influence with a thought, and the corridor returned to normal.

He smiled politely.

"Are you two looking for me? Do you have an appointment in advance? If not, please go to the front desk to register first."

When the influence dissipated, the stiff body of the male visitor immediately relaxed, fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he wanted to suppress but couldn't suppress his slight panting.

The female visitor seemed confused. She seemed unable to understand why her assistant was suddenly so abnormal, as if she had experienced a fierce battle.

She hesitated for a moment, then replied decisively:
"Oh... sorry to bother you, we're going to register now."

After speaking, she hurriedly pulled the absent-minded male visitor away from Glover & Sons.

William returned to his office and stood in front of the French windows facing the street, the blinds were closed, but the thin barrier was almost invisible to him.

His gaze pierced the glass and the window leaves, and fell on the two who fled hurriedly into the street.

They seemed to be discussing, and the fluctuations in soul quality made it difficult for William to judge their true thoughts.

The two downstairs discussed for a while, and in the end the tall woman left on her own, leaving only the moth-looking man pretending to be disabled to stay where he was. to monitor.

William smiled slightly.

"Are you planning to go back to the Anti-Suppression Bureau for assistance?"

"Think that leaving a little moth here can monitor my whereabouts?"

"You underestimate me too!"

He took off his suit jacket and stood in front of the window wearing only a slightly wrinkled white shirt. He rolled up the blinds and let the morning sun and peeping eyes flood into the office together. The light golden morning sun reflected on his face. The smooth blade surface reflects the golden light.

William held the coffee just made by the secretary in his hand, blew away the steaming hot air, took a sip, and waved his hands to the shadow behind the window of the tavern across the street, disturbing the wings of the moths in the dark.

He put the potted plant that was originally on the desk on the edge of the window sill, and a little light reflected from the lens in the ruins in the distance lit up, and the message had been sent out on the light route.

After William finished all this, he began to work officially as an office manager.

Although the lamp phase made him thinner day by day, it also endowed him with vigorous thinking ability, and his insight and inspiration were improved.When he was concentrating, more light, invisible to the naked eye, spilled from his pupils, like spilled lights.

The job of the office manager is actually easier than the previous position. Not long after, William was busy auditing and signing the report. He walked to the window facing the hall, and his burning eyes invaded the hall along with the sound of the blinds being rolled up.

Slightly slack workers felt the sharp needle-like eyes glance over, and unconsciously straightened their waists and redoubled their efforts, like soldiers waiting for a general to inspect.

William put down the curtains with satisfaction. He enjoyed the feeling of supervision very much, just like a ruler patrolling his territory to inspect his harvest.

Although he is not yet the real ruler of this company, but... soon.

The job of the office manager is really too easy, he even has time to lie back on the back of the soft office chair, close his eyes and have a little snooze.

Dreamless is the pursuit of the immortal, but William has realized it in this moment of deep sleep.

Until the sound of noisy leather boots stepping up the stairs sounded.

At the same time William opened his eyes, the door of the office was violently opened, and a group of elite soldiers in black uniforms with live ammunition broke in, followed by the female investigator protected by the Stone of Noon.

"Don't move, raise your hand!"

The dark muzzle was pointed at the innocent and panicked office manager. He seemed to be frightened, with the confusion and astonishment of waking up from a big dream on his face, he raised his hands in panic and walked out from behind the desk.

The power of the host winter phase began to gather all the abnormal features in the soul body, the blade was put back into the sheath, the lights were extinguished and dimmed, and the heartbeat slowed down... All the mystery sank into the deep silence, and William McConaughey seemed fragile and ignorant of mortals.

He cried out in panic:

"Ah! What's the matter, what happened?!"

The irascible soldier pointed his Martini Henry rifle at the head of the office manager. The drop-shaped safety had already been activated, and his index finger rested on the trigger, which would be pulled if there was a slight movement. He shouted:
"Shut up! Squat down and put your hands on your head!!!"

The female investigator led other soldiers and turned the entire office into a mess. Another old investigator who arrived late was wearing thick glasses. A strange glare came from his eyes...or maybe it should be said that the lenses radiated , the shivering office manager who landed in the corner.

The nine traits are healthy and strong, but no abnormalities caused by hidden knowledge have been found.

The staff in the hall were eager to do something good, but because of the majesty of the office manager in the past, at most they only dared to whisper and discuss at their workstations, but no one dared to come over to check the situation.

Only the little Glover with a sad face and the old Glover with a grumbling stomach dared to go to the door and peep inside.

After a while, the female investigator found no results and shook her head helplessly at the old investigator.

At the same time, a soldier who hurried over whispered in the ear of the old investigator, making the wrinkles at the corners of the other's eyes deepen.

Good old Glover, though old, still has eyes and ears, and he quietly overheard the conversation:
"Sir...the site of Kate and Hero Co., Ltd. has not found any abnormalities."

The office manager squatting on the ground cried pitifully:
"Sir, I'm innocent—"

　After paving the way for 36 chapters and nearly [-] words, the protagonist of this book finally officially debuts! (laugh)
　　Quickly paste the attributes of the true leader——

　　forming immortals on the way william mcconaughey
　　Basic attributes: 4 [Health], 3 [Rationality], 3 [Passion]

　　Esoteric attributes: 7 [Blade], [4 Light], 4 [Winter], 2 [Heart]

　　I can carry a man across the river, or strangle him easily... But I know that I am still small, and I still need to continue to follow the footsteps of the Colonel, the god who is not afraid of scars.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)