The room was very bright, a little unusual.
Candlestick, Candlestick, chandelier... Hundreds of candles flickered in the night wind, piled up layer by layer, leaving nowhere to hide in the house.
Emmons knew that this must not be the norm in Lorraine''s study.
Although the Drake house is indeed luxurious, the luxury operated by Carmen is always concise and introverted. With a little ignorance of materials and technology, guests can''t detect the existence of luxury.
Lighting hundreds of candles for lighting? Or meet a guest who can''t be called a guest in a private study?
This kind of low-level showoff of wealth disdains even the stupidest upstarts, let alone the top chaebol who receives the most orthodox noble education and has incomparable wealth like Lorraine.
If something goes wrong, it''s a demon.
Emmons suddenly realized something and immediately sat down opposite Lorraine with a solemn face and concentration.
"Tea or coffee?"
As like as two peas, Emmons was sitting opposite to his legs, and he had no two opening day.
"I saw several bottles of 53 year old white rum in your cellar, if you can..."
"Tea or coffee?"
"Tea..."
Lorraine snapped her fingers. Monica, dressed in a lady''s swallow tail, came in from the door. She took only one step and stood at the door.
"Sir, please tell me."
"Bring a cup of tea for Colonel Emmons," Lorraine said half. "By the way, does the Colonel have any requirements for taste?"
"I prefer suger..."
"The colonel said he didn''t care, Monica, please."
"It''s the housekeeper''s duty to entertain guests. Don''t be polite, sir."
Monica lifted her skirt and saluted, took a small step back, and the door gently closed again.
Click.
For the first time, Lorraine raised his eyes and looked at Emmons.
"Colonel Chris Emmons, I hear you''ve caused a lot of trouble for Shaq?"
"Yes." Emmons was more honest than when he first entered the house. "I''m not good at handling my own affairs. I occasionally leave some heads and tails and am often taken care of by the general."
"Head and tail... Do you mean being debt collected or buried alive?"
"Yes, but there was only one time when I was buried alive. In order to recover the debt, I forcibly kidnapped and threatened to cut hands and feet several times. Fortunately, the general arrived in time every time, otherwise I would have been forced to retire."
"Such a wonderful experience, and what you''re worried about is retirement?" Lorraine asked strangely.
"Isn''t it bad to retire?" Emmons behaved more strangely than Lorraine, never like pretending. "If I cut off the canteen and dormitory, I won''t have food and accommodation, and if I cut off my monthly salary, I won''t have a source of livelihood. A disabled person has no other means to make a living, I will die of poverty and can''t finish my research until I die."
"Research? The probability of gambling?" Lorraine thought of Emmons''s self-defense in New Orleans a few years ago.
"The probability of gambling can be calculated. I firmly believe in this and am willing to pay my life to prove it."
"Admirable ambition," Lorraine said mechanically.
The tea came up. It was a standard English mix. It was mellow but not strong. It was completely different from what Emmons wanted.
Lorraine slowly added fresh milk: "are you nervous?"
Hiss!
This question helped Emmons tear open the sugar bag, and the fine white sugar was scattered everywhere.
He sighed, picked up the mess in front of him and whispered, "I''m looking for assassin and want to know where she is."
"Haina... Probably went to see bell. In theory, bell may abscond from crime."
"Probably?"
Lorraine stirred the tea liquid, smiled and said, "it should be different from what you think. I rarely instruct Haina. She is free. She decides where she wants to go and what she wants to do. I am only responsible for the consequences."
"So morning?"
"Yes, it''s her own judgment whether it''s shooting a flying knife or putting a knife around your neck. If she judged you to be dead, I''d throw your body into your ship, take it on the road with the 16 sailors and sink near Bermuda."
Cold sweat immediately covered Emmons''s back.
He was confident that Lorraine would not kill him, because there was a fetter between the Drake brothers, and no one would easily cut it off.
But heina yesla... This woman is a mystery in the information about Drake chamber of commerce all over the world. No one can guess her code of action, which means that no one can guess her spontaneous behavior, including the motive for killing.
Emmons suddenly felt that he would be killed. The bright study scenery suddenly changed, and the killing machine was almost overflowing.
Panic, fear, accident, loss.
Emmons awkwardly faced his fear, but what he thought was... Was I so afraid of death?
After years of knife and fire and the threat of debt collection, he always thought he was not afraid of death.
But this time the feeling is different. From the moment he made a mistake, his heart has never really calmed down.
Why is that?
He looked at the long day curiously, played back his experience and mood like a lantern, and finally found the difference.
The difference is obvious.
Before that, all the killing intentions he faced were clear. Whether the other party really wanted to kill him or threatened him with death, he could know in advance and clearly.
If he really wants to kill him, he can''t escape. If he doesn''t want to kill him, he doesn''t have to escape. War is like this, so is debt collection. In the face of the known future, he doesn''t need unnecessary fear, or he can easily convince himself to give up fear.
But this time it''s different.
First of all, there was no threat of death in his trip. If everything goes well, Lorraine has no reason to care about his life.
It was a pure accident without any prior warning.
Moreover, the accident was also mixed with uncontrollable variables called heina yesla, which made the trend of the whole event full of unknowability and uncertainty.
His fear is not death at all, but the unknown that he can''t judge whether he will die. It''s like a... Gambling.
Emmons was untimely excited, sweating with excitement and beating his heart.
"Yes... Mr. President, if... I mean if. If you disagree with Assassin''s judgment, and she has killed me before you know your mind, such as in the morning. What will you... Do?"
"What would I do..." Lorraine''s face showed strange confusion. "Is this provocation?"
"It''s not provocation!" Emmons waved hurriedly. "It''s not provocation, it''s just reference. It''s like roulette, single and double, and solitaire. History is always publicized on the card table. This is the reference left by the dealer to gamblers. Only by providing reference can we calculate the probability..."
Lorraine suddenly said, "it''s gambling..."
"Yes!" Emmons gasped, "you are today''s dealer, asasin is the Dutch official, I bet my life, you have the obligation to provide me with reference, otherwise, otherwise..."
"Otherwise you can only guess."
"Yes!"
Lorraine thought for a moment and suddenly laughed.
"Although your words are very persuasive, unfortunately, my reference is of no value to you."
"This is not a fair gambling table, but fate. Fate is never fair. It will become gambling only when the bet is expensive enough."
"Your life doesn''t matter. I mean, even if I don''t want to kill you at all, Haina killed you. It''s just a trivial matter. It''s not even worth discussing with us."
Emmons''s eyes turned red: "no, Mr. President, paper can''t cover fire, even if you hide it well..."
"The premise of this hypothesis is not to hide." Lorraine interrupted him. "You''re dead. You''re dead in front of Shaq. I''ll apologize if Hannah killed you. Then what to do and what to do will not change. Nothing will change. That''s your weight."
When the black tea was ready, the milk fragrance overflowed and the tea fragrance smelled. Lorraine took a sip and put down the cup with satisfaction.
"Well, it''s late. Please tell me where Shaq is?"