Chapter 43: Doubts

Chapter 43: Doubts

"…Leaving already?"

Looking at Lord Spencer before him, Wei Yenwu asked somewhat strangely:

"Miss Swire is still on a mission, but it will end soon. Aren't you going to wait for her?"

"Mm, not waiting. She's on a mission, wouldn't be good to disturb her. Since Miss Swire has no intention of returning, there's no need for me to continue troubling you here. After all, she's been particularly stubborn since childhood; whatever she sets her sights on, she absolutely won't let go. I won't be the bad guy then."

Unsure why he wore a mask, his eyes also covered with eyeshadow, Earl Spencer spoke as if somewhat cheerful, his voice even seeming a few years younger.

"Aiya, but really didn't expect, just taking a stroll around Lungmen and I already feel some breathing problems, I really am old. Can't compare to you young people."

"Hehe, it's fine. Lungmen's air quality has always been very good; Lord Spencer must have caught a cold on the way. You are already very old; if anything happens, Lungmen can't afford the responsibility. If you wish to receive treatment in Lungmen, we are also willing to help. Our Lungmen has very excellent trauma surgeons and internal medicine doctors, fully capable of shouldering the heavy responsibility of ensuring your life safety."

"Hahahaha, not to the point of dying yet. I'll just go back to my country to recuperate and read the papers. Probably in two days after I get back, you'll see news of my resignation. Sometimes, ah, really reluctant to hand over my duties, always feel these young lads will mess things up."

Old, really old.

Spencer, smudged with heavy eyeshadow and ointment, coughing incessantly, slowly walked towards the door.

He looked just like an old man on the verge of death (行將就木 - xíngjiāngjiùmù). No, it should be said he indeed was an old man on the verge of death. But Wei Yenwu, staring at this lord's back, always felt something was amiss. Wei Yenwu, who had climbed up from the bottom of society, trusted his feelings very much.

Watching Lord Spencer, who was about to pull open the door and leave, Wei Yenwu picked up his teacup and suddenly said:

"By the way, Lord Spencer."

"…What is it?"

Lord Spencer at the door stood still, pressed the hat on his head, and said in a low voice:

"Are there any other problems? Great Chieftain Wei Yenwu?"

"Nothing much, just that when you arrived, you seemed to have four personal guards, but why are only three people exiting the room now? If any accident happens in Lungmen, that would be a very serious diplomatic dispute between us—"

"A trivial matter. There are as many of those guards wanting to cling to me as one could want; Victoria doesn't lack these slightly ambitious fellows, and naturally doesn't lack those who have ambition but inexplicably disappear. You don't need to investigate further; it's just a very normal case of someone getting lost. He, an adult, didn't manage himself well, so we don't need to be responsible for him."

"My apologies. Then I wish you a smooth journey."

"Mm. See you again if there's a chance."

Glancing at Wei Yenwu out of the corner of his eye, Lord Spencer pressed down the brim of his hat, pulled open the main door, and departed.

And watching Lord Spencer's hastily departing back, Wei Yenwu, who was already somewhat suspicious, had even more doubt written all over his huge face. As one of the top leaders in this world, Wei Yenwu could sense the abnormality and awkwardness just presented.

The rhythm of this conversation was completely messed up, no longer the previous mutual sarcasm and hidden digs, but truly just a casual laugh, then each leaving. This was almost impossible in diplomatic dialogue, unless a certain country was deeply mired in war or some other disaster, already having no bargaining chips left to play. Otherwise, this kind of diplomatic verbiage and wrangling was often an indispensable part.

But this time, Lord Spencer, who loved wrangling the most, left after saying just a few words.

This was very abnormal.

"…How strange."

"What's wrong?"

Lady Fumizuki looked somewhat strangely at her husband. And Wei Yenwu tapped his finger on the coffee table, his expression seeming somewhat puzzled.

"According to the past, even if it was a guard he dealt with himself, he would seize the opportunity to extort a sum. Victorian people, only in various kinds of extortion and blackmail, will absolutely not fall behind others. Even if that guard wanted to murder him, the Victorian Foreign Ministry would definitely find ways to pin the blame on us ."

"So?"

"It was too calm. This conversation."

Wei Yenwu held Lady Fumizuki's hand beside him; he, who had always been confident of victory , felt for the first time the situation seemed a little out of control.

This is not normal.

Not that his running away is abnormal, but his posture as a Victorian diplomat being like this is very abnormal.

The point about Lord Spencer running off the next day, Wei Yenwu actually felt was very normal in his heart. After all, the biggest strategic goal was not achieved; the White Tower didn't even give a damn about the Victorians, so there was no need for them to continue wasting time here. But running away like this, regardless of anything, was a bit strange.

Victorian self-esteem might not be very prominent among commoners, but in the noble domain, every single one of them had problems. They all possessed a vigorous desire to prove themselves, and a determination to show something. This was a good thing, but many times also appeared very aggressive . However, this time, Lord Spencer not only didn't seize the opportunity, but even lost the most basic aggressive posture, instead wanting to leave here as soon as possible.

There's a problem.

Wei Yenwu lowered his head, thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. A black-clothed ninja appeared silently before Wei Yenwu and knelt down directly.

"Go investigate Lord Spencer's living quarters, and also retrieve our surveillance records, see where that so-called guard exactly disappeared. I feel there might be some problems here. The sooner it's investigated clearly, the better. If necessary, unconventional means can be used."

"Yes."

The black ninja nodded and disappeared into the room like a wisp of light smoke.

If you feel there's a problem, then investigate. Wei Yenwu was never a fussy person. After dispatching his wife's ninja to investigate, Wei Yenwu sat in his room flipping through materials delivered from various parts of Lungmen. After a short while, some black weapons materialized beside him. A ninja emerged from them, slowly handing over a stack of files. And some images also began to appear on the computer.

"This is Lord Spencer's actions, conversations, and records under our surveillance yesterday. As well as the whereabouts and movements of each member of their personal guard team. Please review it, My Lord."

"Mm."

The old Lung took the file and glanced at it; the data on it made him frown tightly with some trouble.

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