Chapter 2116: Freemason Meeting
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
At the Lous Club, Scovlund.
The Lous Club was a five-story building, its facade featuring rows of stone columns from the third to fifth floors, with carvings beneath and a spire at the top—a typical example of Inggish architecture.
This was the headquarters of the Freemasons.
Most of the important matters concerning the organization were handled here.
At this moment, a black Mercedes pulled up at the entrance. Evans and Helice hastily stepped out of the car and entered the building.
The first and second floors of the club were connected, forming a large open area. Wooden staircases on either side led up to the second floor.
Though spacious, the lighting inside was dim, casting a somewhat eerie atmosphere. At the center of the hall stood a statue bearing the Freemason symbol.
It added further to the ominous feel.
Without wasting time, the two quickened their pace and headed upstairs, climbing all the way to the fifth floor.
The layout of the fifth floor resembled that of a hotel.
It had a carpeted central corridor and about a dozen rooms on either side.
The entire structure was wooden, reflecting the character of the building, as well as the old-world charm of the city.
Reaching the end of the left corridor, the pair stopped at the farthest room.
They straightened their clothes, attempting to appear more presentable and less disheveled.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Evans knocked rhythmically on the door.
A raspy, aged voice soon responded from within.
“Come in.”
Evans pushed open the door, and he and Helice stepped inside.
The room was smaller than one might expect—about a hundred square meters.
The furnishings were classically Inggish, reminiscent of the homes of old gentlemen often seen in TV dramas.
Three people were in the room.
Two were men in their thirties, both white. One had long hair tied into a neat braid.
The other had short hair and a tattoo of the word “GOD” on his neck. They both stood respectfully in front of the desk.
Behind the desk sat an elderly man, white-haired and frail-looking, like a skeleton draped in skin that seemed ready to fall off.
His name was Connolly, a deputy supervisor of the Freemasons.
Though the leaders of overseas Freemason chapters held the same title of deputy supervisor, their positions were largely honorary. It was nowhere near the level of authority that Connolly wielded.
Within the Freemasons, only two people had more power than Connolly—the Grand Master and the Master.
Connolly personally managed most of the organization’s affairs.
In addition to Connolly, the long-haired man was Nathan, who held the same rank as Evans.
They both served as Wardens of the Freemasons.
The short-haired man, named Gill, had once been an outstanding Warden.
“Master Connolly.”
Upon seeing Connolly, Evans and Helice bowed deeply, expressing their respect.
Connolly nodded, twirling a pen in his hand as he rasped out:
“What’s the story behind these two fires?”
“It was the Central Guard Brigade,” Evans replied.
“They left Lundun. When did they return?” Connolly asked.
“We haven’t figured that part out yet,” Evans said.
“But I suspect it was done by the leader of their Team 1—a Huaxian man named Lin Yi.”
“Lin Yi…” Connolly murmured, his tone contemplative.
“That name sounds familiar.”
“He’s the one who escaped during the Panem incident.”
“Ah, him.” A hint of recognition flashed across Connolly’s face. “The Panem incident caused quite a stir. For him to have survived that environment, he’s certainly impressive.”
No one else spoke.
Partly because Connolly was the third most powerful figure within the Freemasons.
In such a hierarchical organization, they lacked the courage to interrupt.
Moreover, what Connolly said wasn’t wrong.