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Chaofan also has a chain of contempt, non-human monsters like werewolves and vampires are at the lower end of the chain of contempt.

Veronica patted Balthazar's hand comfortingly: "Don't get angry."

The depth of love is the depth of responsibility.

Jay knew this well, and continued: "About the beginning of this year, Master Grenouille was killed in Paris in a despicable sneak attack and murder!"

Balthazar stared at Jay, his tone changed immediately: "What you said is true?"

Jay said, "Master, haven't you watched the news?"

"The American media is full of lies, and I have stopped watching it for a long time." Balthazar asked again: "Is Grenouille really dead?"

"The news used to be widely reported," Jay said.

Balthazar put his hand on his forehead, obviously not in the right mood: "You guys go first!" The voice suddenly raised: "Go now, go!"

Scarface subconsciously wanted to touch the gun, but Jay pressed his hand: "Excuse me, master, let's go now."

Before leaving, she put the business card on the table.

Balthazar didn't let Jay take it, let her put it down.

After Jay and the others left, Balthazar found a dusty laptop, struggled for a while, connected to the Internet through his mobile phone and credit card, searched the news, and found a lot of news about Grenouille.

At the beginning of the year, the perfume case was aroused.

"No wonder he hasn't contacted me for almost a year." Balthazar's pain and sadness were written on his face: "You know? I, a teacher, scolded him and didn't want to see him. He has always respected me for hundreds of years. Ruyi would contact me every year around Christmas and New Years. After I arrived in the New World, I started to write letters, and later sent telegrams, and even came to see me by boat.”

He pointed to the antique shop that occupied the entire three-storey building: "I don't know how to do business, I'm arrogant, I don't know how to make money, and I don't like to make money. These are actually bought by Grenouille."

Veronica said: "He wants you to live a better life, so you have to live a good life."

Balthazar shook his head and said: "Grenouille did what he did and worked hard to make money, partly for me, I am an old mage, I don't want to make progress, but I want to live a free and good life. All these need money. A place like New York still costs a lot of money! Let’s talk about this store, what have I sold? The income is not even a fraction of the property tax.”

"It's all my fault! I didn't teach good spells. Seeing that he has a special talent for distinguishing scents, he taught the spell of refining perfume." He couldn't help but blame himself in his heart: "He is a genius, based on the spells I taught, he applied it to alchemy. At that time, I should have recommended him to...there, let him study alchemy systematically!"

The uttered name disappeared automatically as soon as it was uttered, as if Balthazar had never said it.

Balthazar said again: "I should forgive him, he never waited for my forgiveness until his death!"

Veronica said: "Maybe he did nothing wrong, it was the vampire who was wrong."

Balthazar shook his head: "These are meaningless. Look at the news. Does it say who killed Grenouille?"

"There are names on the news and public arrest warrants..." Veronica looked carefully at the computer screen: "It's called Ronan the Destroyer."

Balthazar frowned: "The Destroyer? A Transcendent? Has anyone been caught?"

Veronica continued to read the news and online wanted notices. After a while, she said, "No, his last trace was in Rome. After bombing the Continental Hotel in Rome, he disappeared."

Balthazar said, "Why don't he find it."

Veronica stopped talking, because finding someone required a huge investment of manpower and material resources.

Balthazar picked up Jay's business card.

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At dawn, Ronan got up and washed up, and when he came down from the stairs, he heard Jess's greeting: "Breakfast is ready, come and have breakfast."

Entering the dining room, Jess changed into a white apron and was serving breakfast on the table.

Ronan is like a patriarch in the old society, sitting at the table, just waiting to eat.

Jess brought roast bear sandwiches, bison salad, and poured a glass of milk for Ronan before sitting across from him.

Ronan ate slowly, and asked, "Is everything done?"

Jess yawned: "Take care of everything, I'll bring the bones up later, you put them away."

Ronan took out three sculpted stand-in dolls and pushed them over to Jess.

Jess immediately put it away and tucked it into the white apron.

While eating breakfast, Ronan ordered: "Four things. First, find a way to get in touch with Hubbard of Mensa, and I want to talk to him. Second, the amazing Amy you mentioned and where she is Let me know the dance troupe, let me see the specific situation. Third, continue to look for vampires on Wall Street; finally, I want to see the extraordinary trading market here."

It would be best if you can spend money to buy some materials.

Jess nodded slightly, Ronan's needs were her pursuit, and she quickly replied: "There are public events every once in a while at the Mensa Church, and Hubbard will attend; The traces, they hide relatively deep, it may take some time; the trading market will not be available until the weekend, when we go together?"

Ronan said, "Yes."

Jess said again: "Amazing Amy, it's easy to handle." She secretly observed Ronan: "Well... you are back, how about I hold a... house party? Invite Amy and his wife and other acquaintances in the community to participate ?”

Ronan didn't object: "You get ready."

Jess smiled and said, "I'll make the call later."

It will take a long time to advance from second-degree fraud to third-degree murder. Jess plans to stay in New York for a relatively long time, hiding behind her back and manipulating the company to engage in financial fraud, while also having normal social interactions to avoid arousing suspicion.

When Ronan came this time, his ostensible identity was the male owner of this villa. He invested in Europe before, and the European company was on the right track. He returned to New York for vacation.

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Chapter 214 No Shortage of Money, Mensa, and Stalkers (6000)

New York, Manhattan, one of the global financial centers.

There are countless rich and famous people here, who are creating wealth myths at any time. Countless people come to Manhattan with the dream of getting rich, hoping to become the lucky one.

The poor want to get rich, and the rich want to get richer.

There are many ways to get rich, many of which are written in the law, and one is not uncommon in the United States.

Establish a sect, be a leader, and develop a group of believers, and money will naturally come.

"In the Manson family decades ago, a bunch of girls supported Manson."

Driving the car, Jess talked about the sect: "There is even a woman who is willing to assassinate the president for Manson."

Ronan nodded slowly.

Jess suddenly thought of herself, and quickly shook her head secretly, it's different, there are a bunch of them, and I'm the only one here!

"There's a sect like that in Hollywood," she added.

Ronan asked, "Does Mensa target the middle class and above?"

"That's right!" Jess hesitated for a moment, and said honestly: "I heard someone mention that in the formal gatherings of the Mensa religion, there are many beautiful women. There may only be dozens of men, but there are hundreds or even more beauties. many."

Ronan was surprised: "Where do these women come from?"

Jess only had a general understanding: "Some were hired by Hubbard, some were followers of Hubbard, and some were companions brought by Mensa followers."

Luo Nanxin said that the rich play really well.

Jess has met many people of all kinds in New York: "Some believers not only have needs from men, but women also have needs, so both husband and wife join Mensa."

Ronan nodded slightly: "I understand."

Jess knew she shouldn't ask, but couldn't help it: "You...you want to get involved in Mensa?" She was worried that Ronan would think too much, so she quickly explained: "I have no other intentions, and I don't want to interfere with your actions. , mainly...mainly..."

She quickly found reasons and excuses: "The main thing is to prepare for you in advance."

Ronan was ambiguous: "Go and see their public activities first."

Jess responded, "Oh."

When the car arrived at the entrance of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel, Ronan straightened his suit a bit, took the invitation letter, and prepared to get off the car.

Jess stopped the car, really worried: "Shall I go with you?"

"No need." Ronan opened the car door: "It's just a public speech by Hubbard."

Jess tried to push her heart back into her chest: "Yes! Yes, just a speech."

Ronan got out of the car, and before closing the door, he said, "Go back and prepare for the neighborhood party with peace of mind."

Jess laughed: "I see."

Ronan entered the hotel alone, asked the waiter politely, walked towards the No. [-] banquet hall according to the sign, showed the invitation letter that Jess got to the security personnel, and entered the banquet hall smoothly.

In the huge banquet hall, the rich and famous, handsome men and beautiful women gathered, including middle-aged rich people, celebrities who were hotly hyped in the media, and even celebrities.

Ronan saw the famous Leonardo.

The big Hollywood star came to New York specially to attend Hubbard's speaking activities.

Ronan deliberately went to his small circle to listen.

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"I'm here mainly for investment." Leonardo said to the people around him: "Come here by the way to listen to Mr. Hubbard's speech."

"Wall Street investing?" asked a dark-haired woman.

Leonardo said: "Yes! I invested in a Wall Street foundation."

The person next to him said: "Jordan Belfort's Oakmont Fund Company was just established this year, and its prospects are unanimously regarded by others. "Fox" has reported on them more than once, and praised Oakmont as a fast-rising new force on Wall Street!"

Ronan remembered that the company that Jess was running seemed to be called Oakmont, and Jordan Belfort was her agent who pushed to the front.

The man's words continued: "Leo and I both invested in the Oakmont Fund, and the rate of return is very high, 15.00% in the first month!"

Leonardo nodded again and again: "I suggest that if you invest, you should give more consideration to this company."

Ronan was completely speechless, Jess stayed away from Los Angeles, and didn't think about Leonardo anymore, Leonardo came to New York to invest in her leather bag company?

Leonardo suffered losses some time ago, and was dragged down by Quinn Film and Television Company. Recently, he did not receive a film contract, and his own expenses were high. Under the advice of his broker and investment manager, he came to Wall Street to try his luck.

The situation on Wall Street has been very good in the past two years, and it seems that it is not difficult to make money through financial investment.

Not long after, Ron Hubbard appeared in the banquet hall. He was a handsome middle-aged man with an extraordinary temperament and very deceptive words.

The topics of the presentations centered on money, enjoyment and relationships.

Especially the free relationship between men and women.

No matter men or women in the banquet hall, there was constant applause. Ronan had been observing Hubbard, and staring at Hubbard at this time would not attract any attention.

Ronan's eyes are sharp enough to see through disguises and confusion.

But after looking for a while, I didn't find anything special.

Ronan was thinking about how to get in touch with someone about the business of vampire teeth, when he suddenly saw a familiar head.

Bare, more conspicuous, just entered the banquet hall.

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Ping Qi, an old friend and fashion art director from when he was a photographer in Los Angeles.

Seeing him bring a beautiful middle-aged woman, and keep saying hello to people, Ronan thought for a while, went into the bathroom quietly, changed his clothes, and returned to Duke's identity.

Return to the banquet hall, quickly find where Ping Qi is, and walk over directly.

Before he got there, Ping Qi found Ronan. He was so excited that he kept waving and strode towards him.

Ronan approached a few steps and said with a smile, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Duke!" Ping Qi reached out and took Ronan's hand heavily: "Dude, you're finally in New York!"

If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, Pingqi wanted to hug Ronan hard.

Thinking of the people behind him, Ping Qi quickly waved, and when the middle-aged woman came over, he introduced: "This is my wife, Jocelyn Frey. Joe, this is the Duke I told you about, an outstanding photographer. artist."

Ronan shook hands with her lightly.

Jocelyn is about 40 years old and looks very pretty. She smiled and said to Ronan: "I often hear about you from Pingqi, and come to our house as a guest when I have time."

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Ronan responded: "I will definitely chatter."

Ping Qi looked at the mess in the banquet hall, and suggested: "Find a place to chat alone?"

Ronan said, "I thought so too."

Ping Qi looked at Jocelyn: "My dear..."

Jocelyn nodded: "You guys go, I'll say hello to some friends."

Ronan could see that in this relationship, Jocelyn dominated.