Chapter 213. Murals (Part2)

In the next instant, the bullet shot through the old man's chest.

However, the other party didn't go down as he expected.

On the contrary, the old man looked down at the bullet hole, then he raised his head and opened his mouth at Schmidt, revealing his sharp teeth, and lunged at him.

"What?!"

A look of shock crossed Schmidt's face as he saw the old man lunging at him.

Bang bang bang bang --

Luckily, although Schmidt was too slow to dodge, the German soldiers who were watching on the sidelines didn't hesitate to fire, knocking the lunging old man to the ground.

Numerous bullets struck the old man's body, but he continued to struggle, trying to get up again.

Frowning, he motioned for the soldier beside him to come forward and pin the man down. Johann Schmidt, who narrowly escaped death without much anger on his face, stepped forward in front of the old man. He gazed at the sharp teeth in his mouth and then down at the Stone Mask in his hand, suddenly grinned and said, "Looks like I've found what this mask is for ..."

...

Oslo, Norway.

The atmosphere in the formerly lively capital was sombre, with men and women in the streets dressed in black, hoods down, faces pale and walking around with a sense of worry and despair for the future. The advancement of the Nazis hadn't stopped. They kept coming closer and closer and eventually arrived in Oslo.

A white-haired old man in the car lowered the brim of his hat as he drove up to a quiet old castle and looked up at the darkness in front of him, subconsciously frowning.

In fact, with the news of the defeat at the front, he had long been prepared to flee from Norway. He sold his family property and prepared to move to England.

However, the news from his old friend forced him to suspend his plan.

"You're here too, Edward."

With a short honk, a black car drove past where the old man had stopped, lowering the window and revealing an equally pale face, "I thought you had fled to England."

"Well, if Gail's news had been a day later, I probably wouldn't be in Norway anymore." Opening his mouth, he replied in his old voice. Edward looked at the old guy in the car and asked, "Why? Do you know why Gail called us here?"

"I don't know."

Shaking his head, the newcomer glanced at the old castle in front of him with his dim eyes and replied with an equally confused expression, "As far as I know, Gail was ready to leave a few days ago. The property under his name had all been sold. But suddenly, for some reason, stopped ..."

"Anyway, I hope Gail didn't call us over for something bad."

"In this situation, I don't think anything good will happen."

Hearing that, Edward poured cold water on the old man's hopes.

Old man Edward couldn't help but sigh. 'Indeed, as he said, what good things can happen these days?'

...

The two men outside the castle walked inside one after the other. They were immediately surprised by the scenery inside the castle.

Within the old castle, a handful of familiar figures were gathered.

Edward looked at all the people in front of him and found that most of them were rich people or high-class aristocrats who were famous in Oslo, like himself.

"Edward, you're here?"

At this moment, a chubby figure with a beard noticed Edward, and he couldn't help but show a surprised expression on his face. "Haven't you all gone to England?"

"Actually, I was supposed to be on my way to England right now." Pressing down the brim of his hat, he answered the other party's question. Edward's eyes swept over the people in the castle, then lowered his voice and asked the chubby man in front of him, "What's all this about?"

"I'm not sure."

Listening to Edward's question, the man couldn't help but shrug, "There were already quite a few people here when I came. From what they said, they had all been invited by Gail."

"Gail's invitation?" After a moment of silence, Edward continued to ask, "And where is Gail?"

"He isn't here yet."

A pensive look passed over Edward's face when he heard the answer.

However, before he could figure out what it meant, he heard the chubby man beside him start to say, "Well, if it isn't Gail. He's finally here."

"Wait a minute, that's Gail?!"

Noticing the surprised tone of the man beside him, Edward immediately looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a full head of dark hair and a radiant look appearing within the halls of the castle.

The man looked young, but many people in the castle who were familiar with Gail in the past quickly recognised him. In front of him, the middle-aged man was exactly the same as Gail when he was young, both in appearance.

There was a clamour in the hall.

Old man Edward stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with his cloudy eyes. He was the closest of all the people present to Gail and therefore sensed that the middle-aged man in front of him was most likely Gail.

'Just... how?!'

Gail was obviously about the same age as him. The last time he met up with the man, he looked wrinkled and pale. 'How did this happen so suddenly?!'

"Ahem."

Looking at the noisy scene in front of him, the middle-aged man didn't open his mouth to say anything. He just slightly cleared his throat, and the noisy scene in front of him suddenly changed and quieted down.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged man in front of them. Finally, Edward spoke, trembling and asking, "Are you Gail?"

"Of course." Hearing Edward's question, the middle-aged man nodded his head in acknowledgement almost immediately.

When he got the reply, the hall that had fallen silent instantly erupted into a clamour once more.

There was a lot of speculation before, but to actually hear the truth from the other party was still very shocking.

"What's all this about, Gail? How did you become young again?!"

In the crowd, a voice even older than the old Gail of the past spoke up. He stared at Gail intensely and asked with his hoarse voice and trembling lips.

Not only him but all the people in the hall had the same questions.

With a certain purpose in mind, the vast majority of the people Gail invited were old men who were entering the last stages of their lives as he had in the past. It was because of their similarity he knew what these people were thinking.

Sweeping his eyes over the pale faces before him, Gail shouted at them in an almost fanatical tone.

"Because I saw hope. "