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Yoel: “Huh?”

Anya: “Hey!”

Albert: “Hee~”

Chapter 114 Seeking Skin from a Tiger

Development Park No. 4 Underground Laboratory

Experimental area

"who are you?!"

Joel reacted the fastest. He immediately took out the cutting needle that he always carried with him from the lining of his clothes and prepared to attack Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc did not respond but looked at the three people with scrutiny. From Joel's expression and movements, she could tell that he was a master.

And there was Anya, a smart and cute little girl, who was hiding beside Yoel's legs and observing secretly. It didn't seem like an illusion.

So……

So Albert Hermes is real too?!

Joan of Arc's brain was working quickly. Although she didn't know why the other party was here, wasn't now the best opportunity?

"Albert Hermes, where on earth are you..."

Surprisingly, Albert interrupted Joan of Arc directly and looked at her with interest. He was now sure that it was this woman who had destroyed his little monster, the Granter.

"Ma'am, you should understand that this abandoned park and underground facilities are still the property of Hermes Technologies. Are you trespassing without permission..."

"What……?"

Joan of Arc was confused by Albert's sudden question.

"You should know that the laws of this country attach great importance to the protection of private property~"

Joan of Arc felt a little frightened by Albert's malicious look.

"Don't try to mess with my thoughts, Albert Hermes!"

Joan of Arc's tone was firm. Even though questioning her face to face seemed stupid, and it was indeed stupid, she had to do it now.

Because Joan of Arc understood that her current behavior was equivalent to choosing a side. If she wanted to make the right judgment on the dispute between Hermes Technologies and the Illuminati, she could not let her position lean towards either side.

"Albert Hermes, I am the overseer of the Illuminati, my name is Jeanne, and my purpose is simple, to re-evaluate the psychic research of Hermes Technology."

"Oh, re-evaluate? Since Miss Jeanne is a member of the Illuminati, haven't you already made the final conclusion?"

"That was a unilateral decision made by the Council, Albert Hermes. As the supervisor, I have the responsibility to oversee whether the Council's decision is correct. As long as you tell me the truth about the experiment, I can naturally make the most fair judgment."

Albert didn't expect that there would be such an interesting person in the Illuminati, who could still insist on his "justice" in such an environment.

"Even if it might make you enemies of your own Illuminati?"

"If the parliament makes a decision out of selfish interests, then my purpose is to correct that mistake."

Joan of Arc's tone was firm. In fact, she had never been mentally prepared to become an enemy of her former colleagues, but the beliefs she had accepted since childhood forced her to take these inappropriate actions.

"Joel, put away your weapons. Miss Jeanne will be our friend."

No one could lie under Albert's level of mind reading, and he smiled and disarmed Joel.

Joel and Albert looked at each other, and without questioning each other's words, they put away the needles and made way for him to walk to the front of the stage.

But Joan of Arc did not put away her weapon; her dagger was still pointed at Albert.

"Albert Hermes, I am not your friend, and I never will be."

"Tell me the truth now. Before our Lord, there is no room for lies."

The dazzling golden light climbed up the blade again, and a sacred and vast majesty swept towards Albert like a strong wind.

This is a special kind of spiritual power, which is somewhat similar to the power of gods he had experienced in Japan before, but there is still a huge difference. If a word is needed to describe it, Albert wants to call this power the power of faith.

Because Joan of Arc's own spiritual power is connected to a very special part of the sea of ​​​​soul, that is, the part of faith.

This connection allowed Joan of Arc to use her own psychic powers as a medium to mobilize the power of faith that had been accumulated by Christianity over thousands of years, which was as vast as smoke relative to an individual, and to unleash a powerful force far beyond that of ordinary psychics.

If it were an ordinary person, under such terrifying pressure, let alone lying, it would be difficult for him to even stand and talk to Joan of Arc.

But Albert was obviously not an ordinary person, and this kind of pressure had no effect on him.

"I see. Then Miss Jeanne, who has such confidence, must be a fair and trustworthy person."

Joan of Arc did not respond. Her keen premonition told her that Albert would not tell her the truth so easily.

"How about we make a deal?"

"After all, I am also a businessman. For us businessmen, a mutually beneficial transaction is the best contract, isn't it?"

Albert smiled kindly.

"A mutually beneficial deal? Albert Hermes, what are you trying to do?"

Although Joan of Arc herself had an unusual personality, she had a very good understanding of these cunning capitalists. Taking risks, cheating, and being ungrateful were their common tricks.

The Albert in front of her is one of the largest capitalists in the world. She dare not bet on his good credit, especially when the information between the two parties is unequal.

"A trick? Miss Jeanne has misunderstood me. We at Hermes have not relied on fraud to get to where we are today, but on honest and legal operations. I, Albert Hermes, am proud of this family tradition and will never go back on my word."

It has to be said that Albert's confident smile gave people a sense of conviction, but Joan of Arc was not the kind of person who would yield to beauty.

"Okay, then you tell me first."

Although this behavior is tantamount to seeking the skin of a tiger, Joan of Arc still wants to avoid conflict with Albert before getting the truth. After all, she still has someone to save.

"According to reliable information, your former employer, the Illuminati, will launch a full-scale attack on Newland tomorrow. They will send that...executive officer to kill me personally..."

"So, the content of the deal is simple. I want you to help Hermes Technology fight off this attack. If you succeed, I will tell you the truth about psychic research without reservation."

"How is it, Miss Jeanne?"

After hearing what Albert said, Joan of Arc's first thought was shock. The Illuminati was going to attack Newland and kill Albert in front of the whole world. How could she not know about such a major action! ?

What's even more outrageous is that it would be fine if she didn't know, maybe the parliament deliberately concealed it from her, but how could Albert, the number one enemy who should not know, know it!

Is it true that the whole world knows about it and she, Joan of Arc, is the only one who is kept in the dark? !

"Albert lied?"

Joan of Arc felt very clearly that Albert was not lying. There was no trace of lies in his tone, expression, or psychological reaction.

"Okay, I agree, but you have to agree to one condition."

"Well, Miss Jeanne, please go ahead."

Albert's goal has been achieved, although it was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, but tomorrow's scene will probably be much more interesting. After all, it is not common to see one's own people fighting each other.

"You must let me implant my power into you, just in case."

This was an excessive request, and if it were an ordinary person, it would be equivalent to handing his life into Joan of Arc's hands, but Joan of Arc's eyes were extremely determined.

"Of course, I won't use this as a threat. If you have something that can take my life, you are allowed to implant it into my body at the same time."

Chapter 115 Motivation and Behavior

Having said that, both parties have reached an agreement, and Albert will naturally not give up halfway.

"Of course, if Miss Jeanne doesn't mind, then please go to the Hermes Building with me after this matter is resolved."

Jeanne nodded. "I understand all of this, but now I have a question..."

Then, he pointed his finger at the strange phenomenon in the experimental field and asked, "Is this also part of your plan?"

"Do not."

Albert shook his head and replied cheerfully, "This is my father's secret research. I just discovered it recently. I thought it was not dangerous, so I brought my bodyguards and children here to play."

"Right, Anya, isn't this going to be exciting and fun tonight?"

Albert said with a smile as he gently touched Anya's pink little head.

Although she is young, Anya is sensible and naturally stands firmly on Albert's side at this time.

"Wow, wow, cool. Brother Albert is right. We are just taking a walk after dinner."

Joan of Arc couldn't help feeling ashamed when she saw the little girl seemed to have been "brainwashed" by Albert.

"Who would go for a walk in such a haunted place?"

Although she wanted to retort, Joan of Arc politely held back.

"Okay, I won't hold you responsible for this matter for now, but don't stop me next time!"

"Oh?"

"Then may I know what Miss Jeanne is going to do next?"

"Humph, you don't need to know that."

Obviously, Joan of Arc was still very wary of Albert. She didn't want Albert to know about Pochi in case he could find evidence against her and use Pochi to blackmail her.

"Then we will watch your performance here, Miss Jeanne~"

"Whatever you want!"

Joan of Arc snorted coldly, broke the glass beside her without mercy, and jumped into the experimental site, looking very hurried.

"There will be a good live-action 'movie' coming soon, little Anya."

"Yeah yeah yeah, Anya wants to see it, Anya wants to see it!"

Knowing that there would be no danger in staying with Albert, Anya's childlike nature naturally took over.

"Come on, Joel, there's no need to be so alert. Since Miss Jeanne and I have already made an agreement, let's enjoy Miss Jeanne's performance together."

"Well... I see, Mr. Albert."

Joel sheathed the needle on the cuff of his other hand, and following Albert's instructions, he sat beside him and held Anya on his lap.

“It’s going to be a good show!”

The three of them were as harmonious as a family of three watching a blockbuster movie in the cinema, except for the 3D glasses and popcorn.

Obviously, our Miss Joan of Arc would not be so comfortable. After all, as the "protagonist" of the story, she must accept the baptism of suffering.

"Pochi..."

Joan of Arc slowly approached the object emitting strange light. The closer she got, the more she could feel that this ghost thing seemed to be rejecting her, and an invisible pressure was trying to force her back.

"Why did you come..."

"Why bother us..."

"Go away! Go away! Go away!"

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

At such a close distance, Jeanne could also hear the strange auditory hallucination, but it was very different from what Pochi heard. The voice was filled with pain, sadness, anger, and even... sorrow...

"My Lord, please protect us sinners!"

Joan of Arc put one arm in front of herself, and a dazzling golden light shone. It was the blessing of the power of faith. The faith of mankind in the God of Christ turned into a shield in front of the woman, resisting the tide of psychic radiation that repelled her.

"Why don't you leave..."

"Why don't you give up..."

Suddenly, Pochi's voice rang in Jeanne's ears. The tone was full of sorrow, like the inner monologue of a girl who had been hit in the middle of the night...

"Why would you go to a place like this to die when you already have new friends and new family..."

"Why do you insist? Nothing will change because of you..."

"You can't do anything. You are just a useless person, an insignificant insect..."

"I don't even have the courage to urge others to pay back the money..."

A large amount of monologues flowed out from the tide of psychic radiation, just like fish following the current, passing by Joan of Arc one by one, little by little.

"Why? Why this girl you don't even know?"

Even Joan of Arc was not clear about her real motives at this time. When things don't go smoothly, people will begin to doubt the feasibility of their motives and wonder if they were wrong from the beginning.