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"Grandmaster, How do we know who's the risen Overlord? How do we get him over? "
"The vulle guże chä will be drawn by the mighty power of the Chalice at the sphinx of hotblooded heka. The problem is that we need to embark on the quest to find out the particular location of the heka drawn by the risen Overlord to make him know that we are his subordinates."
"How many options do we have my Grandmaster? That we may launch forth before the heathens behave unrulily. "
"Since the time of the last vulle guże chä, no one has been able to explore and comprehend the Stone of Heka told in the legends of our dear Chalice, so, how can we possibly know where to look at? " he turned his gaze to the mason who just asked the question.
"According to the books, " he continued, "the Stone of Heka is laid beneath the void under a sphinx of a red-blooded queen. This could be the Buddha sphinx, the Greek sphinx, or the image beyond the mounds of the Holy Land. "
"We shall make sure to by hook or crook, in life or death, danger or harmony, search out the vulle before his transition or else… '' an evil grin could be seen on his lips.
"We all go down as sinners ever abhorred by the Guardian Spirit of the netherworld, left to wander the hidden creeks of the Seoul"
Silence…
"Grandmaster, give your orders. "
With a grand wave of his hands, a red veil immediately fell before him, demarcating him from the others. His silhouette can be seen behind the red veil with his heads raised and stretched hands along with a litany of chants of an unknown language flowing from his mouth.
After some time he stopped and the red veil disappeared like a whisper of smoke. The Grandmaster turned, fixed his face on a red-robed man standing not so far from him and then on a woman on the other end, and beckoned with his hands. Meanwhile, the other red-robed hooded figures had started a chant and had started going on a frenzy.
The elderly man and the fat woman came closer to the Grandmaster. Immediately they stepped on the marked semi-circular platform around the Grandmaster the other figures as if on a cue tuned down the volume of their chant to continue muttering wisply.
"GA Zi Chan klo klas… " the Grandmaster started in Magda. At a point when the Grandmaster was crescendoing, the elderly man and the woman in their midst started falling into a trance. The hooded men and women of the order started to circle them while the couple in the middle immediately got themselves in position on the pentagonal mark on the floor. The rite of the Chalice has begun.
After the rite, the chant ended and the Grandmaster stared deep into the giant chalice on the wall opposite, when after a moment of silence he said, "he's a young man, who knows no sin, glowing with purity and filled with the manifestation of the perfect image of Chalice at first sight. "
At a hotel in New York City…
"So, what do you say you intend to do then?"
I already told the Senate leader that this whole thing is a hoax, look at it," he adjusted on the seat leaning over the table to whisper to Oliver, "There's no way an individual or a terrorist organization can successfully barge into all the administrative blocks of every high school and university in America and collapse them without the agencies knowing. What the heck are they going to gain barging into worthless high school libraries and university administrative blocks to do? Study some books, become Newton? Or are dollars now piled under school blocks foundations these days by the government, I have no idea. Some round of overpowered ammunition and 24k7 missiles, what the heck?" he hit the table.
"So, you're saying?" Oliver asked placidly
Senator Harry took a good mouthful of the bourbon whiskey in front of him while relaxing on his chair as he breathed out heavily.
"Senator Oliver, I believe you understand the magnitude of what we are facing. There's no point acting all cool and good as if the peace we preach reigns. " he took another swig of his whiskey before continuing. "look at all these folks out here, do you think we were summoned here by the secretary to the State to drink bourbon and have unrestricted access to these chickens and delicacies? Something is going on. The presidency wants to start a wipeout. "
"What? What are you saying, Mr. Harry? "
"We're the rascal republicans who say no LGBTQ recent policy, and you know the significance of the move for the democrats. "
"So? "
"According to my sources, we've got to make way for the more pliable Publicans."
Oliver immediately turned serious. Harry was satisfied with this effect.
"We've got nowhere to go ever in America if the presidency disposes of us right now, you know how we stand right now. "
Oliver was just staring at him.
"And I know you know he knows that. So, this is his best chance to get rid of us, do you think he'll hesitate to make a move regardless of what it will cost him?"
Oliver kept on staring.
"I have an idea"
"What's the idea? "
Harry's face gleamed as he could see the sliver of interest on Oliver's face.
"We need to catch the culprit behind the building collapse and interrogate him, get enough evidence and force the presidency into a corner. "
"Since they have gone all out to dispose of us, we will go to any extent to make sure we don't go down without a fight." a frightening gleam flashed through Senator Harry's eyes.
"I don't understand you, Mr. Harry. "
"From the White House, I got the intelligence through some of my sources that desperate attempts are being orchestrated and made to get rid of our faction of the republicans in the Senate due to the power we command in the house of Senate. Our position in the house of Senate no longer sits well with the presidency, so he has orchestrated some plans which involve putting State-owned universities and other academic institutions into compromised positions which they will exploit to exalt themselves and abase our influence. Of course, you of all persons know why he will choose academic institutions?"
Oliver nodded.
"So, I have already marshaled out my forces and agents to look into the case, however, the force I can utilize is limited so I came to you so that we can liaise and ally to fight the battle brought to us. I just can't do it alone. That's why I am here for you, I just want to know your take on this matter."
"This place is not particularly safe, meet me at my refinery at…" he winked at him. " Let's get deeper into this issue. "
"Yeah, Mr. Oliver what do you think of this young lad being pushed around by Margaret, I don't think he stands much of a chance," Harry said swiftly changing the subject.
"Yeah, I don't think he does. That Margaret seems to me like a cougar. "
The two men laughed heartily.
Over there on the adjacent table, a young man snapped close a device and he made for the door.
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