In the intensive care unit of Columbia and Cornell Presbyterian Hospital in New York, an elderly man with various infusion tubes and oxygen tubes inserted all over his body is lying quietly on the hospital bed, his eyes are sharp and bright, not at all like a patient who has just regained consciousness when he is dying.

And at this moment, it was not a doctor, a nurse, or a child who was standing at the head of the bed to examine his body, but an old man with the same gray hair, trembling movements, and looking like he was about to enter the coffin.

I saw the latter holding a crystal that emitted a colorful shimmer, gently placing it on the former's forehead, and then muttering a language that others couldn't understand.

After about two or three minutes, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and said in a voice that was worse than crying: "Mr. Councilor, your body has been eroded by alchemy so much that there is nothing I can do. Twelve hours at most will bring your life to an end, so prepare for the aftermath as soon as possible. You must know that although you have made many friends over the years, you also have many enemies, and it is difficult to guarantee that they will not take revenge on your descendants afterwards. ”

Obviously, it was none other than Congressman Myers, one of the most powerful men in all of New York and the real ruler of Brooklyn.

With a free smile on his face, as if he didn't care about death at all, he comforted in a low voice: "Hehe, don't worry, Francis, I understand my physical condition, and I know very well what has happened outside recently. I have made countless important decisions in my life, but none of them have been more important than the one I make today. ”

"Do you mean the young wizard who suddenly appeared?" asked the old man, known as Francis, cautiously.

"That's right, a mysterious and dangerous young man with knowledge and power that I have never seen before. From him, I felt infinite potential, especially the alchemy used in these bottles of magic potions, which was completely different from the alchemy I had studied. Do you know what that means?" said Miles, picking up a few low-grade potions on the bedside table.

Francis frowned and thought about it for a few seconds, then quickly shook his head: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know anything about alchemy and can't understand what you mean. ”

Miles took a deep breath and sighed softly, "yes, even you who have followed me for fifty years can't understand it, and the others don't understand how important he is." Alchemy, in essence, is a magical technique that transforms matter through energy, and as a person who performs this skill, it is inevitable that he will be affected in the process of transforming matter and energy again and again, as evidenced by my broken body. However, the alchemy technique he used perfectly solved this problem, and the potion did not contain the slightest impurity, and it was as pure as a work of art. I have every reason to think that he will one day be able to break the boundaries between life and death and achieve the two ultimate goals of alchemy—the resurrection of the dead and eternal life. ”

"I see, you want a chance to come back from the dead!" Francis said, with a look of abrupt realization.

"Yes, though it may well be a never-attainable wish, it's better than dying forever, isn't it?, and besides, no one of my descendants has a talent for alchemy, and it is better to give it to the young wizard in exchange for his protection than to leave my heart and soul to them and bring disaster. ”

As he said this, Miles glanced at his ten-year-old granddaughter, who was sitting in a chair outside the ward, his face full of pain and helplessness.

No one knows better than him the cruel laws of survival in the underworld.

Once he dies as a member of parliament, the guys who have been suppressed and punished by him will 100% come out of the dark corners and launch a cruel and merciless revenge.

Maybe the allies will help take care of his family in the past, but as time goes by, the relationship will eventually fade, maybe a few months, maybe a few years, the guy hiding in the shadows will definitely find an appropriate time to complete revenge, and then disguise everything as a murder or accident in the ordinary world.

There have been many similar cases during Myers' tenure as a councillor, and in the end, without exception, they have all gone unresolved.

No one wants to make a feud with another user of supernatural powers for the sake of a group of cold corpses.

If he doesn't want his family to be slaughtered after his death, the only way is to find a strong enough protector in exchange for benefits.

Francis undoubtedly knew very well what his master had served for fifty years, and what was on his mind at the moment, and said softly with relief: "Sir, you don't have to worry too much, at least until the end of the war game, no one will dare to act rashly, otherwise he will be the enemy of all the lords of the entire Brooklyn district, unless he is an idiot or a madman." As for the end of the war game, the new councillors will also try their best to restore stability to the jurisdiction, otherwise it will not be enough to compete with the other veteran councillors. ”

"I know all of this, but the question is how do you know that there aren't a madman or two among my enemies? Remember Patty? I've heard that she's recently been smuggled back to New York, and isn't that enough to make me wary of coming back at this time?"

"Patty?!! created thirty-five adult male deaths in a week?Oh my God, this crazy woman is back, what does she want?" Francis's voice was full of nervousness and fear.

"I don't know, at best, she wants to regain her own territory, and at worst, she is back to avenge me for stripping her of her lordship title and status. Either way, Brooklyn won't be too calm next, and with the constant small movements of Catherine the Witch, the situation is becoming more and more complicated, and it has long been out of my control. Alright, now let's go downstairs to meet my guest, and he should be there for the time......"

Miles, apparently not wanting to reveal more secrets to his servant, waved his hand with difficulty, signaling that the other party could leave.

"As you wish. Francis put one hand to his chest and bowed deeply, turned and pushed the door open and walked out of the intensive care unit.

He didn't even bother with the men and women who had come up to inquire about Miles' condition, and took the elevator straight to the lobby on the first floor, patiently waiting for the guests to arrive.

About five or six minutes later, an inconspicuous silver-gray car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Through the unobstructed windshield, Francis clearly saw the people sitting in the car, and immediately ran over quickly, opened the car door with his own hands and greeted with a smile: "Good afternoon, Mr. Zhang, the master has been waiting for you for a long time." If you don't mind, can you come with me to the upstairs ward right now, knowing that time is running out for you to talk......