Chapter 1257 Lord Custis

Sir Dandridge Custis, probably the most legendary figure in the entire New World for more than ten years.

The deeds of this lord do not need to be introduced. Joan and the others have long been familiar with them. Although they had vaguely guessed the other party's background when the lord showed up just now, when Adams announced his identity, he confirmed that he had seen this solitary man with his own eyes. The legendary figure, the young visitors still couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

"Dear Sir, we have admired your name for a long time, and it is a great honor to finally see your true face today!"

In the end, it was Her Royal Highness who was used to big scenes, calmed down first, and greeted respectfully.

Sir Custis smiled weakly, and waved his hand to show that you are welcome.

Just such a simple movement made him cough again, as if it took a lot of effort.

Qiao An silently watched the "old man" who was closely related to his own destiny.

He looked at this grandfather's friend before his death, the father of Martha and Rebecca, the person Uncle Logan admired the most, the former war hero of Alfheim, and now an important figure on the board of directors of Midgard University and the Colonial Company , At the same time, it is also likely to have an ambiguous relationship with the "Sons of Liberty" and even the "Brotherhood of Our Lady", and a sense of absurdity arises in my heart.

Based on Sir Custis' appearance, it seemed reasonable for Audrey to call him "Old Man", but Sir Custis was not as old as he looked.

Joan remembered that Rebecca said that the year she was born, her father was only thirty-two years old. After this calculation, the Jazz is only forty-six years old now. He should be a prime of life, why is he aging? Become what it is now?

Not to mention forty-six years old, it looks like he is more than sixty-four years old!

Joan's gaze turned to Sir Custis' long snow-like hair.

It is conceivable that this white hair is his "Different Hair Seal", which originated from the blessing of the "Holy Mother", and is also a vicious curse.

Joan thought back to Rebecca's uncontrollable "Different Hair Seal" inherited from her father, and secretly suspected that the reason why the Sir was extremely weak, looking like an old man in his dying years, was probably rooted in "" "Different Hair Seal".

As soon as he thought about it, he couldn't help reaching out and touching the back of his neck.

The deformed eyeball is also from the "Holy Mother"

The bloodline's "Different Eye Seal" turned slightly in his palm at the right time, as if it was resonating with the "Different Hair Seal" of the lord across the dining table.

Lord Custis turned his head and took a deep look at Joan.

A warm and gentle divine power was transmitted to Joan through his gaze, like a pair of gentle big hands stroking his shoulders, relaxing his tense nerves, and the eyeball behind his neck seemed to be hypnotized It seems that it closes on its own, and stops the changes that are not under Joan's control.

This wonderful experience confirmed Joan's guess.

Sir Custis has seen that he is also a "descendant" of the mysterious "Holy Mother" and also possesses a "Holy Seal", and he takes it calmly, which seems not surprising.

Except for the legendary monk Heimdall who stood behind the Lord's chair, who looked at Joan thoughtfully, and seemed to be aware of it, no one else noticed that the silent communication between Sir Custis and Joan was happening. Talk about light, everyday topics.

Sir Custis seemed to have lost his appetite. When he raised his glass to welcome the young guests, he just touched his lips slightly as a courtesy. Facing a table full of dishes, he hardly touched his knife and fork, and only drank a few Mouth soup.

Even these few mouthfuls of soup, he barely swallowed. In Joan's view, this is not like eating to supplement nutrition, but more like taking medicine to suppress a cough, so as not to disturb the guests' interest in eating.

Sir Custis, the host, was in poor health, and it fell to Mr. Adams to entertain the guests.

Fortunately, Mr. Adams, who was born as a lawyer, had a humorous speech, which kept the atmosphere in the restaurant from being too dull.

After lunch, Heimdall ordered the servants to remove the dishes and bring coffee, tobacco and dessert.

Mr. Adams lit a pipe, leaned back in his armchair, and puffed comfortably, while the conversation turned serious.

"Hylar, the huge magic crystal vein that you helped the dwarf prospecting team discover has alarmed the imperial cabinet on the other side of the ocean."

"At the same time, we also received bad news. The Fizen authorities are also determined to win the mine veins, and have sent a mission to the Jotunheim colony for field inspection."

"None of the two colonial governments in the north and the south is willing to hand over this treasure to the other. The suzerain country behind the colony is also eager to grab profits from this treasure. It is not difficult to see that in the near future, the forces of both sides will inevitably There is a fierce battle over the ownership of the mining area, and the possibility of war is not even ruled out."

Mr. Adams' analysis did not surprise Joan.

The atmosphere of imminent rain is depressing.

Joan didn't want to see the two major colonies in the north and the south, and even the suzerain country behind them, fighting for the mineral veins. He didn't want to see the Midgard colony become a war zone, so that the "ivory tower" of Midgard University was also affected by the flames of war, which made him unable to Study with peace of mind.

It's a pity that Joan knows that he is just an insignificant person, no one will care what he thinks about this matter, and his will can't quell the dispute that has intensified due to greed.

Since it is useless to talk too much, it is better to keep silent.

"Uncle Joseph, we are just a group of students. It is meaningless for you to analyze these grand international situations with us. After all, we have no ability to change anything. Now we only care about whether we can get the dividends we deserve."

Hailaer's straightforward answer represented Joan's heartfelt feelings. As for the Zion brothers and sisters, because they have the background of the Canaanite royal family, they may not care so much about the benefits they can get, and are more willing to listen to the analysis made by Mr. Adams from the political level.

Adams smiled and said to Hailaer: "You little money fanatic, you only care about the benefits of real money, but then again, there is nothing wrong with caring about your own interests."

"To tell you frankly, the proven reserves on our side of the entire magic crystal mining area are about 100 million tons, and the proven reserves on Jotunheim's side are similar to this figure. The disputed area that we and Master Fei jointly occupy, It is estimated that there are hundreds of millions of tons of reserves, even according to the most conservative estimation method, the proven reserves of magic crystal raw stones in the entire mining area will never be less than 300 million tons!"

"Even if you don't count the mining area occupied by Master Fei and the disputed areas between the two sides, and only count the reserves on our side, the 5% dividend will be 5 million Gold Durga!"

"Such a large amount of cash cannot be taken out of the company's books."