Special interview

The other side.

Under the autumn breeze, Diamond Villa looked particularly peaceful, the sunlight dappled on the ancient wooden windows.

Percy Spencer was sitting alone in his study, the door of his room was locked tightly by him, and the outside world was like cut off from him.

His eyes were glued to the video on his computer screen, the image of which had been played over and over again hundreds of times, and each time he tried to find the slightest difference in the familiar figure, telling himself that it couldn't possibly be Lisbeth.

And yet.

Despite the incredulity in his heart, that heartfelt hope had never become a reality.

He had gone out of his way to hire X, an internationally renowned hacking expert, to analyse and verify the video countless times, and the results had always been the same - the

The video had not been tampered with in any way and was breathtakingly real.

Only, in this age of ever-changing technology, Percy Spencer didn't realise that an ancient and mysterious technique - illusion - was silently weaving this mystery.

And the instigator behind this is the meticulous and skillful Catherine Lloyd.

The next morning.

Lisbeth Dawson awakens from her dream as the first rays of the morning sun penetrate the mist.

In this complicated world, she had very few friends, so she treasured every one of them with all her heart.

After a quick wash, she stood in front of her wardrobe and picked out her clothes, finally choosing a soft dress to start her day.

Just as she was gingerly preparing to leave the house, an inadvertent glance at herself in the mirror made her stop suddenly.

Her brows furrowed slightly, and she muttered in her mind: wouldn't it look too casual to go to ABC like this?

After all, the ABC's reputation was well known, and even as an organisation in the underworld, it had its own rigour and order that could not be underestimated.

Thinking of this, she decisively turned around, returned to her room, and changed into a tailored champagne-coloured professional suit, an attire that showed off her competence without losing her gentleness.

Standing in front of the mirror again, Lisbeth Dawson examined her own dress, the heart can not help but be a little apprehensive: ABC, that is rumoured to be a mysterious organisation, I dress like this, will not be too formal but seem out of place? ...

Ahem, no matter, just be yourself.

In the end, after a lot of internal struggle, she decided to change back to the comfortable and casual clothes that she had initially chosen, and all this agonising and changing had unknowingly taken nearly two hours of time.

By the time Lisbeth Dawson arrives at the ABC venue, the clock is already pointing to 10am.

As she stepped lightly into the room, several "examiners" dressed in black with serious faces instantly cast surprised gazes.

This was the girl who had been personally brought back by the organisation's top brass?

In the past, anyone who was lucky enough to be personally brought back by that "senior" person, was not a person who quickly rose to become a key figure in the organisation, but the young girl in front of them, with her weak appearance, did not seem to show any intimidating combat aura.

The examiners couldn't help but wonder in their hearts, what is so outstanding about this seemingly ordinary girl that she could make that high and mighty "senior" look at her differently?

In the spacious and slightly solemn room, the examiner in the centre finally broke the silence of the room, his voice gentle with hesitation: "Uh, this girl, may I ask, what is your name and age ...?"

The young girl gently bit her lower lip, a pair of clear eyes flashing in the light, and softly replied, "My name is Lisbeth Dawson, and I am nineteen years old."

When the examiner heard this, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he sighed softly, "Oh, really youthful just in time ... So, Miss Dawson, in what areas do you think you are particularly good at?"

A gentle smile appeared on Lisbeth Dawson's face, her tone of voice revealing confidence and humility, "Well, I am able to cook delicious delicacies, and I am also good at taking care of clothes and making them look brand new. In addition, I also know a little bit about dancing, and can dance lightly between the notes."

The examiner sniffed and looked slightly embarrassed, he secretly glanced at the seemingly extraordinary elder beside him and saw that the other party seemed to hold Lisbeth Dawson in high regard, his heart secretly calculating:

Wouldn't it be too much to ask for her to be assigned to the logistics or publicity department just because of these life skills?

So, he cleared his throat and turned his words around, "That, I mean, in terms of practical combat ability, such as shooting, ancient martial arts cultivation, or perhaps some research into alchemy or something like that."

Lisbeth Dawson sniffed, her brows knitted gently, as if she was trying to recall her past experiences, "Well ... I really haven't tried it before."

Several examiners glanced at each other, their eyes all flashed with a few points of helplessness and subtle anticipation, "We have a professional testing ground here, Miss Dawson, why don't you come with us for a field test?"

Saying that, the examiner led Lisbeth Dawson to a well-equipped shooting range.

The spacious shooting range was brightly and evenly lit.

The examiner handed her a subdued looking firearm and patiently explained, "Here, Miss Dawson, first of all, please put on your goggles, just in case something goes wrong. Then put on these non-slip gloves for better control of the gun. Then, this is the trigger, just gently ..."

Before the words fell, a series of short and crisp "thump", "thump", "thump" sounds suddenly rang out in the shooting range, each sound like a precise beat, echoing in the silent space.

At the same time, on the electronic display screen on the side, a series of amazing results jumped out: 10 rings, 10 rings, 10 rings ...

Each ring was flawless, highlighting Lisbeth Dawson's incredible shooting talent.

Looking at the several dumbfounded examiners whose jaws almost dropped to the ground, an awkward yet polite smile appeared on her face and she laughed softly:

"Oh, honourable examiners, as I mentioned previously, I have indeed never touched a firearm with my own hands! This is just a ludicrous little accident ..."

The examiners looked at each other, unable to find the right words to respond for a moment, and secretly marvelled in their hearts.

Well, you are superbly capable and gifted, we are heartily convinced, what else can we say?

Afterwards, the group stepped into an ancient martial arts pavilion, the heavy black wooden door slowly opened, like an entrance to another time and space.

Stepping into the hall, the first thing that caught their eyes was a ring that stood in the centre, surrounded by fine gravel, and it seemed that the reverberations of history could be heard with every step.

After the ring, a large plaque was hung on an ancient house, on which the four words "Ancient Martial Arts Dojo" were written in strong and vigorous script, with an ancient style that made people feel like travelling back to the ancient courtyard full of legendary colours.

As they entered, several strong men dressed in black tights came out of the martial arts hall, their bodies were sturdy and their muscles were clearly defined, which appeared particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.

Lisbeth Dawson looked up, and even at her height, she had to raise her head slightly to take in the giants, and marvelled at their imposing presence.