Swordsman Returns from Another World

Holding a small bag in his hand.

Markowitz couldn't help but shrink his head.

This young logistics president is really capable. Not only is he wealthy, but he is also very polite. Everyone he meets will receive a gift from him.

But the sense of oppression brought by those two bodyguards was so strong that it was ridiculous. They spoke with a thick Ursus accent, were ridiculously tall, looked tough and dashing, and people were afraid to get close to them.

Valeria came to the table, put the bag on the table, and pushed it in front of Markovitz with a finger.

Baiyou sat across from Markowitz with a carefree expression, raised one hand slightly, and said, "This is a combination of chrysanthemum tea and Dianhong tea, pressed into balls. It's different from the ordinary pressed teas. I selected the best of the best."

"When Mr. Markowitz goes back, he can make a pot of boiling water before starting work, then throw a ball into it, and you can drink it after a few minutes. Remember to use more water, otherwise it will be too strong."

"Remember not to drink when it's almost night time, or you won't be able to sleep. I see Mr. Markowitz has dark circles under his eyes. He must have been staying up late lately."

Hearing this, Markowitz couldn't help but raise his hand and touch his eye sockets, then smiled bitterly and said, "Ah, yes, can you see it too?"

"It's not just the company's business lately... there's also a big shot who wants to train me, but to be honest I really don't think there's anything about me that's worthy of that."

It seemed that Baiyou's friendliness made Markowitz feel trusted. He said what he had not dared to say before: "For example, during this meeting, I had no idea how I could be valued by Mr. Huaiyou."

Bai You looked at the person in front of her who had appeared in the plot.

Look at the ordinariness on his face, look at his hunched back due to inferiority complex, look at his timid and hunched shoulders.

Looking at the cold sweat on his forehead, his wandering eyes, and his somewhat flattering and awkward smile.

He spoke softly, "Mr. Markowitz."

Baiyou put away the businessman's demeanor he had displayed before, put down his raised hands, and placed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the sofa with a serious attitude.

"Do you know the situation of the infected?"

Markowitz paused.

Baiyue continued to ask.

"You know, the situation of the infected people that the Red Wine Newspaper will never report?"

Markowitz opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but stopped himself.

He looked at Baiyue across the table with a look of doubt through his long hair.

Baiyou just sat there, allowing Markowitz to look at her, allowing that prying and surprised look to linger on her.

He spoke again.

"You know, those people who will be attacked by the Helmetless Alliance and targeted by the Commercial Federation, living underground in this city - their situation?"

The question came so suddenly and so sharply that Markowitz didn't know how to answer it.

Chapter 595: Markovitz, You Are a Knight

Markowitz sat there, speechless. He lowered his eyes several times, then raised them several times to look at Baiyou. It seemed that he was struggling in his mind, and he didn't know why Baiyou brought up this topic.

I'm panicking inside.

What does Mr. Huaiyou mean by saying this? Does he have any opinion on the way Casimir treats the infected? Or is he trying to test his attitude towards the infected? But what does this have to do with our topic?

Is he pro-infected? Or anti-infected?

Markowitz frantically recalled everything about Yan Country and Columbia in his mind. He once again lamented his own short-sightedness. Perhaps somewhere he didn't know, things about the infected had changed, something had happened...

Yan Guo, Yan Guo… It felt like an electric current was running through my mind.

His eyes suddenly widened, and a memory made up of fragments of light flashed through his mind.

It was one night after he got off work. He returned home exhausted and turned on the TV.

The news was playing on TV. In the dim room, only the dim light from the TV was heard. Looking at his tired and listless face, he looked like a withered plant.

Until a thrilling battle began to be broadcast on TV, a fight filled with chaos. It was a video recording from the city of Qie, where the infected people conquered each other and the integration movement was divided.

He remembered that scene. In the past, he only thought that war would bring chaos and pain, people killing each other, taking each other's lives, and sinking into it.

He hated those things, but he never thought that there would come a day when he would be so eager for one side of the war to win.

When he saw the battle on the top of the tower, and saw the red-haired boy wielding two swords and slashing forward with a roar, he was so happy and excited that he cheered loudly.

That night, Markowitz slept well for the first time in a long time.

That kind nature rose up again because of that heroic feat, like a seed pressed under a stone that finally grows tenaciously.

Markowitz suppressed the throbbing in his heart and raised his head again.

He looked into Baiyue's eyes, a little nervous, and said softly: "...Yes, sir."

"I know their situation. I know them. Everyone in this city knows them, but no one ever thinks about it."

"So, sir, what kind of answer do you want when you ask this question?"

Baiyue smiled, raised her hands, put her fingers together, and said softly: "Mr. Markowitz, I know you are a kind person."

"It is no exaggeration to say that if you were given powerful strength, perhaps you could become someone like the Brilliant Knight."

Markowitz shrank his neck and subconsciously tried to flatter and evade the topic, but for some reason, it felt like a hand was pressing against his spine at the lower back.

Accompanied by the voice that welled up from the bottom of his heart, it came from the night when he raised his arms and shouted.

"Don't retreat, don't deny, that's who you are."

Markowitz opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He just stared at Baiyou blankly, as if he wanted to get more recognition and affirmation from Baiyou.

A man who has never received any affirmation is trying to affirm the compliments he has never received.

Baiyue did not hesitate and continued: "Mr. Markovitz's eyes tell it all. I can see that you have the spirit of chivalry."

"The true spirit of chivalry has not left Casimir. It has permeated into the body of every person who nods and bows to his superiors, and has taken root in the heart of every person who struggles for life. All it lacks is an opportunity."

"Shining Knights are not common, but what is not common is not her spirit, but the strength she possesses to resist the system and stick to her own knightly path."

"Mr. Markowitz, please allow me to remind you." Baiyou raised his hand and waved.

Valeria stepped forward and placed a map on the table.

Markowitz looked over, somewhat surprised.

It was not the flat city that he usually saw, but was composed of crisscrossing pipes and holes. He could see that this space was not somewhere on the ground.

But some underground space.

"It may be difficult to achieve personal power as strong as that of the Brilliant Knight, but there is still more power left in the world."

"They have never left their lives in history. Glory and honor will never favor them who are nameless, just like people will remember the appearance of fish but not the appearance of water."

"They lay dormant, waiting, waiting for the soul floating over Casimir to finally find a host, waiting for the rage branded in the bones of the Casimir people to finally explode and lead them forward."

"Casimir, Casimir, your Pegasus once raised a spear, wore a helmet and glory, and fluttered its wings to protect its people."

"Markovitz, Markovitz." Baiyou called for the other's life twice, with temptation in his voice.

No, for Markowitz, it was encouragement.

Markowitz felt the force on his back go deeper, as if it penetrated into his bones, then penetrated and squeezed his heart.

His heartbeat became faster and faster, and his breathing became heavier.

"Huai, Mr. Huaiyu, who are you?"

"No, that's not right. It doesn't matter, but why... me?" Markowitz raised his head and stared at Baiyue.

He finally understood Baiyou's purpose in coming here. This guy was not a wealthy businessman who was generous and magnanimous, but a fighter who came here with other purposes.

Baiyue spread her hands and said, "Because you are from Casimir, isn't that reason enough?"

"Are the infected people in Casimir so helpless that they need help from outsiders to escape from this hell?"

"Have the people of Casimir become so decadent that they need external help to escape from this quagmire?"

"I'm just helping you recognize who you really are, Mr. Markowitz."

Markowitz raised his hand, picked up the map from the table, held it with both hands, and stared at it intently.

His whole temperament seemed to have changed.

He frowned and said softly, "Then what should I do? What can I do? Then Mr. Huaiyou, what do you want?"

Seeing Markowitz like this, Baiyou breathed a sigh of relief.

He succeeded.

In the original plot, Markowitz was a man who was determined to change Casimir, but Baiyou arrived a little early and saw the cowardly Markowitz.

Logically speaking, Markowitz now needs to go through a whole series of major events, witness the death of the person who promoted him, and witness the return of Lin Guang, before he can transform into a truly useful talent.

Baiyou wanted to speed up the process, so he had no choice but to take an unconventional approach and choose to constantly stimulate Markowitz. He wanted to try to see if the changes he had made to the world over such a long time could make a plot figure like Markowitz grow earlier.

He succeeded, or rather, Markowitz would have become like this, and Baiyue, as a player, only added fuel to the flames.

Chapter 596: The Casimirs will save Casimir themselves

Markowitz left.

He left with a passion that had been suppressed for too long, an emotion that was almost like anger, surging and passionate.

He promised Baiyue one thing, as a Casimir.

After Markovitz left completely, Baiyue sighed.

"Master, the time for the meeting room we booked is almost up." Valeria said.

"Okay, I got it. It's time for us to go. By the way, put away the things." Baiyou stood up and led the way out.

Valeria nodded, walked to the table, lowered her head, and picked up a small pendulum clock from the other end of the paper ball that had not been used to wipe the sweat off her face.

From the moment Markowitz entered the room, he fell into the catalytic field carefully prepared by Baiyue.

From every movement of the pendulum to every hint in Baiyou's words, all were influenced by Baiyou's hypnotic ability and seeped into Markowitz's soul little by little, affecting his thinking and consciousness and intensifying his emotions.

Baiyou left the room and went to the next room, pushed open the door, and saw Arturo sitting in a small cubicle attached to the conference room, playing the cello.

It was so quiet that it seemed as if there was no sound.

"Thank you for your hard work, Arturo." Baiyou said softly.

Arturo paused, holding the bow tightly, and with a smile on his face, he opened his eyes and looked at him, and replied: "Don't thank me, Doctor. It's fun for me to try this kind of performance."

"He uses a voice so gentle that others can hardly hear it, which affects their mood. It seems that the doctor is more clever than me in manipulating other people's minds."

Baiyue smiled bitterly and said, "Does this mean that I like to play with other people's feelings?"

"How the doctor understands my words is his business." Arturo slowly put the bow and cello into the case beside him and continued, "But I have never hidden anything from the doctor, you know that very well."

"Well...thank you so much." Baiyou replied.

Arturo put away the cello, picked it up, looked up at Baiyue, gently touched his hair, and asked, "So, Doctor, did you get the result you wanted?"

Baiyue nodded.

"Not bad, Casimir's condition is...better than I thought."

With the help of some hypnosis information, Baiyou successfully obtained some information about the Chamber of Commerce and intelligence about the knight competition from several meeting persons.

This knight competition was actually no different from usual ones, but it must be said that from the Chinese New Year to now, the word "infected" has appeared much more frequently in Cavaleliaki.

Infected knights, the status of the infected, the living environment of the infected... These words have begun to spread in Casimir since the incident at Longmen.

The business association began to think about how much money it would cost to build an area like the Longmen refugee camp and how much economic return it would get.

The people of Casimir began to fantasize: if a world economic center like Longmen could accept the infected and start the large-scale development of new drugs, does that mean that Casimir could do it too?

White glaze actually has an advantage over Terra's changes.

The reason why he was able to get Longmen to cooperate with him, and SilverAsh to cooperate with him, and even the intelligence and power that he has built up until now, all stemmed from a condition of his own.

The power to escape from the chessboard.

For example, the power to cure mineralogy, these abilities that do not belong to this world are the best chips in Baiyou's hands. He can make those things that are unacceptable to others show their value again.

The infected who were once shunned by others can now live like normal people again. The Originium Dust blockade area, which was considered a forbidden area by everyone, is now a piece of cake for him and his operators.

These forces beyond the specifications are the levers in Baiyou's hands and are important conditions for changing the situation.

Now he came to Casimir with this condition.