There Is No Afterlife - Chapter 270

The moment she saw the house next door from that window, Sissyri suddenly burst into tears.

No one is more familiar with His Majesty’s style than him. After seeing the custom of the room layout here, he immediately knew: This is His Majesty’s room.

That person used to live here.

No one saw his tears because he was wearing a diving suit.

“Someone will be sent to supervise this place… I mean to protect it?” Olivia asked him.

After all, it is under the deep sea. Although these buildings are made of very corrosion-resistant materials, no corrosion resistance is eternal. part of the sea.

“No.” However, Mr. Cisse shook his head.

This answer was beyond Olivia’s expectations.

“This is the private property of the emperor, and we have no right to make any changes here, even in the name of protection.”

That His Majesty had already left, and Sissyri wanted to protect his secrets more than to protect his heritage.

His Majesty’s hidden hobbies and feelings in private, he has already left, and things that were not known before his death should not be known and become conversational after he leaves.

Having made this decision, Cisselli finally took a careful tour of this building complex.

“Before…many media called this His Majesty the number one real estate developer in the universe because he was wealthy. But apart from the fact that he owns the most land, I have never heard that he is interested in housing construction. Many people think that the title is not worthy of the name. .” After calming down, Mr. Cisse was in a good mood, and even took the initiative to mention the matter of His Majesty: “Until now, when I saw these buildings, I finally felt that the title given to him by the media back then was actually worthy of the name. “

Mr. Cisse smiled.

“Is he a fan of ancient earth architecture?” Mugan was also a little curious about this majesty who copied almost all the antique buildings of the ancient earth.

“As far as I know, he only visited Earth at the end of his life.” Mr. Cisse shook his head.

After visiting the buildings outside, Sissyri visited the former residence of His Majesty with great care. He carefully checked every corner of the room, and finally made him discover something:

a photo.

A photograph not found in an existing collection of images handed down by King Louis I.

The protagonists of the photo are four men, an old man, a middle-aged man, a young man, and a young man. No matter the age, all of them are wearing formal black dresses, and their white-blond hair is neatly combed behind their ears.

All have golden eyes!

There is no doubt that the four men in the photo are all Kantas! Cissell recognized at a glance that the boy in the photo was Louis I!

Although the eyebrows and eyes are a little immature, Cisse will not mistake them for it!

However, this was not the reason for his expression to change greatly. What made him lose his temper completely was the young man standing behind the young Louis I with his hands behind him!

Very thin, not tall among Kantas, the whole person is gloomy as if standing in the shadows, the golden eyes that are the same as others reveal a strong haze meaning, and the moment when the person’s eyes meet in the photo , Sissy shuddered.

The long white-blond hair is combed into a ponytail and hangs neatly on the chest, pale eyebrows and eyelashes, the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, and the skin is as pale as snow… This person is… This person is…

Olivia? !

The photo in Cecil’s hand almost floated out——

“Oli, this person… looks like you.” In fact, the photo did float out, but Mugan caught it back in time, and the moment he saw the person above, he noticed the name at a glance. Man and Olivia and their striking resemblance.

Olivia also glanced at the photo at his gesture, and then frowned: “Do I look like this person? This person doesn’t look like a good person, he is thin and tall, like a weak chicken, I Much stronger than him, and much cheerful.”

“But Ollie would look more like him if you were a little thinner, and if you didn’t wear eye cream, you would look more like him,” Mugan said with certainty.

He was right, if Olivia was a little thinner and had a more gloomy expression, he would be almost exactly the same as the young man in the photo!

The three stood there in a daze, staring at the photo for a long time.

The holiday ended peacefully as Mr. Cisse decided not to announce the discovery of the underwater ruins.

However, Olivia vaguely knew that this calm was only superficial, and that a bigger change might be about to happen.

One day three months after returning to work, Marshal Rothsay sent someone to inform him of a meeting. The meeting place was very different. The moment Olivia stepped on the thick carpet of the conference room, Olivia immediately realized something.

There is no conference table, only eleven chairs with unusually high backs lined up in a row in this room. It was very dark in the conference room, and only the lights under the eleven chairs were on.

Olivia knew only two people sitting in those eleven chairs at this moment: one was Marshal Rothsay, and the other was Mr. Cisse.

The other attendees were all people Olivia had never met in her life, two of them were Kantas, and the other were of other races.

The door closed automatically as he entered.

“Is this the little guy you two called?” Olivia heard an old voice.

“Golden eyes, white-blond hair… It’s indeed a small chirp with a king’s blood, but it looks a little thin.” This was another voice.

“Working in the military, right? I heard that you graduated from the Imperial Military Academy. It has been many years since Xiao Jiu went to study there. Sissyri, have you reconciled with Rothsay?”

“He doesn’t seem to have a good temper. Although he disguises himself well, his eyes are actually very fierce~”

Just as the product was being criticized, Olivia raised her eyebrows slightly.

“Xiaoguan, Olivia Augustus is here to report.” He first saluted Marshal Rothsay, and by the way reported his name to the group of old guys next to him.

One mouthful of “him” and one mouthful of “little guy”, what these guys say feels disrespectful.

So Olivia is no longer polite.

“Looks like how long you’ll be watching. Excuse me, are there any extra chairs for me to sit on?”

As soon as these words came out, the meeting room was instantly quiet.

“Haha… Is that Olivia? I remember your name, you are the first person to make this request in this room.” The one who broke the silence was an old man sitting in the center, Oli Via instinctively noticed that this person was probably the tallest among the people present.

“There is only one chair in this room that no one sits on, so I’m afraid you won’t be able to sit on it.”

As his voice fell, behind the eleven high-back chairs, another floor lamp suddenly came on.

So, a golden chair appeared in front of Olivia.

The back of the chair and the handle were inlaid with the Empire’s national emblem, crown, and scepter. Olivia recognized at a glance that this was a throne that only emperors were qualified to sit on.

But that’s what the man said was the only unoccupied chair in the room.

Jumping her eyebrows, Olivia looked at the man in the center seriously.