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"Don't say that, Ailian, he's just using the environment he's in very legitimately to exercise the rights he's been granted."

"But……"

Ellen planned to pursue it further, but Westcott stopped her and slowly stood up from the chair.

"The infirmary has prepared a medical display device, as long as the arm is connected immediately, it should be restored to its original state in a few days.

Go ahead, you guys are the ones with the future of DEM, don't you think it would be silly to lose an arm for something like this? "

"You bastard...!"

Murdoch didn't even care about etiquette, and glared at Westcott.

However, Westcott didn't care about his gaze at all, and shrugged slightly.

"You don't have to worry, as long as I play enough "games" and fully achieve the purpose of "self-satisfaction", I will naturally give up this company to you.

Compared with the long time we have waited in the past, this time will come soon. "

After Westcott finished speaking, he walked out with a smile. Compared to wasting time with these guys in England, he couldn't wait to go back to the Japanese branch.

It takes about twelve hours to fly from Heathrow Airport in the UK to Narita Airport in Japan.

Isaac Westcott after light remaining work in his private jet.

As soon as I walked out of the special terminal of the airport, I took the car I had arranged in advance and went to my accommodation in Japan—the hotel in Tengu City, Tokyo.

"It's really tiring to fly around in a short period of time, Ailian, do you want to just buy property in Japan?"

After Westcott turned his shoulders slightly and finished speaking, the girl with pale blond hair sitting next door cast a sharp gaze.

"Originally, I wanted to ask you to postpone your visit to Japan this time.

After all, "that kind of thing" just happened not long ago, it's really admirable that you can leave your own castle behind. "

The girl said in a strong tone that she is Eileen M. Messers, Westcott's direct subordinate, and also the executive force under the DEM Industry - the head of the [WEB] Second Executive Department.

"Don't praise me so much, I'll be shy."

"I'm not complimenting you."

Ellen refuted sternly, and Westcott shrugged slightly.

Having said that, what she said was not unreasonable. After all, the crisis of the board of directors at that time was only resolved by Ai Lian's "physical persuasion".

If they leave the head office so frequently, it just gives those young directors who are not used to Westcott's style proper preparation time.

It is very likely that they will rebel again in some form, and it is no wonder that Ellen has become neurotic.

However, Westcott raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Even so, it doesn't matter. I prefer an ambitious person who wants to bite my throat off every chance he gets."

"You may not care, but please put yourself in the shoes of those who deal with the aftermath."

"I'll take care of it."

After Westcott finished speaking, Ellen pouted her lips in dissatisfaction.

"Speaking of which, did you help me investigate the previous incident?"

"Yes, here."

Ailian sighed softly, and took out a document that was fixed with a clip from her bag.

After Westcott accepted it, he turned his attention to the photos and words printed on it.

"I see, <Princess>, <Hermit>, <Berserker>, <Diva>—and Wuhe Kotori who seems to be a <Balrog>.

Among the elves identified so far, there are actually six gathered around him, Ailian, what do you think? "

"I think <Ratatoskr> must be involved."

Ellen showed a slightly displeased look, and answered Westcott's question.

"That's beyond doubt, but—"

Westcott stopped talking, then flicked the document with his fingers.

"Really...is that the only way?"

"what do you mean?"

Ellen asked with a puzzled look, and Westcott shrugged and replied:

"It means literally, did we really rely on the will of our old enemy <Ratatoskr> to create this weird and unusual situation?

Not to mention anything else, just because all the elves appear frequently in the small island country, isn't it very strange? "

"You mean, there's someone else running the needle behind your back?"

"I don't know, but if it's really that good, what we're going to do won't change, don't you think? Ellen, the strongest wizard in mankind."

After Westcott said this, Ellen stared at him intently for a few seconds as if guessing his mind, and then nodded.

"Of course."

There was no trace of confusion or hesitation on her face, and Westcott nodded with satisfaction.

"Very well, I have a hunch that the male elf who recognizes the name "bishop"...let's treat him as an elf, and I'm afraid it will be the key 'key' for us to reverse the elf.

Therefore, whether your strength can defeat him is very important to us. "

"Key? You mean..."

The corners of Westcott's mouth curled slightly, and he said with a sneer, "I'm curious, will these female elves, who have finally found a place to live, turn around once they lose the only light in their lives?"

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After Westcott left, the heavy atmosphere in the meeting room of DEM Industry's UK head office still persisted for a long time.

As if the air is really viscous, as long as you take a deep breath, you will feel like your lungs are full of sticky matter and you can't breathe.

If someone who doesn't know the details is suddenly thrown in, and he is not joking, he may really fall into a state of difficulty breathing.

At this moment, it seems to be the same as when Westcott was still there. The men sitting side by side have several things in common.

First, all are British.

Second, all are directors of the DEM Industry company.

And then [WEB] the third is, everybody has casts and bandages on their right or left arms.

It's really gratifying to have one more thing in common... although they don't seem to be very happy.

"hateful!"

The man who broke the long silence was the bespectacled director Roger Murdoch.

"Everyone, is it really okay to go on like this? The other party has done so well, are you still planning to keep silent!"

Murdoch roared angrily, showing his right arm hanging around his neck like the others.

Because of the timely treatment, the amputated arm has been completely recovered with a medical display device, and he can move his fingers by his own will.

However, the image of his arm disappearing in an instant cannot be erased from his mind, and no one dares to remove the plaster cast.

"Even if you say so..."

A man with a beard on his chin, Simpson looked at Murdoch, his eyes seemed to imply a little timidity, and—blaming Murdoch.

Having said that, this man is not alone, although he did not say it, it is not difficult to imagine that everyone in the conference room has similar emotions.

However, there is nothing wrong with this. In the final analysis, the cause of the matter, that is, the request to dismiss Westcott, was planned by Murdoch.

Westcott, who founded DEM Industry, created such a revolutionary technology as a display device, and his achievements are immeasurable.

However, for the board of directors of the current DEM company, he is just a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh, who is completely unconcerned about exerting hegemony over the influence of the outside world and acting willfully.

Under such circumstances, news came that Westcott had caused a catastrophe in Japan.

Half-destroyed the [WEB] No. [-] and [WEB] No. [-] office buildings of DEM Japan Branch, as well as several ancillary related facilities, and finally killed and injured several wizards.

That was almost the perfect opportunity for accountability.

However——the result was "like this".

Simpson's expression revealed his resignation, he shook his head, and said decadently.

"After this incident, you should realize it again.

He is a monster, different from us, whether it is thinking, values, and the power to implement the above two...

Everything is different, because we who once had a dream in our arms for a moment were too stupid. "

Murdoch clenched his left fist and looked back at Simpson: "Even so, I still intend to let him receive the retribution he deserves."

Hearing what Murdoch said, the directors sighed lightly, presumably thinking that Murdoch was bluffing.

"Retribution...what are your plans?" Simpson said with a shrug.

Murdoch, however, has no intention of bravado or bravado.

He stared at the non-voting directors with disdain, and then raised his voice and said, "I remember Westcott MD is in Japan now.

I heard that there seems to be a place where elves appear very frequently. "

"so what?"

"It's really worrying—'If he gets involved in an accident or a space shock, it's going to be bad'."

"!!!"

All the directors gasped when they heard what Rupert Murdoch said in a more emphatic tone.

"Murdoch, shouldn't you..."

Simpson spoke tremblingly, not only him, everyone present must have heard the meaning of that sentence.