At this moment, Liang En could somewhat understand why there were more organizations studying the extraordinary in this world than he had initially imagined. It was likely because some organizations possessed extremely rare, leftover extraordinary items. Of course, considering the overall state of the world, these items likely only retained the most basic audiovisual effects, but that alone was enough for one organization after another to be established.
However, thinking further, it was clear that these organizations couldn't have obtained so many resources just by relying on mere words, especially when the investors were elites from various fields.
If it were purely for common interests or socializing, people wouldn’t be investing so much effort. But now, it all made sense.
“I just wonder if the Golden Dawn has anything similar in their possession,” Liang En thought as he returned to his room. “Theoretically, they should have, or at least they once did. Otherwise, they couldn’t have been entangled with the Thule Society for so long.”
To his surprise, he really found the answer a few hours later. After everyone finished dinner, Liang En and a few young core members of the Golden Dawn, like Nelson, received a special invitation.
Yes, although Liang En hadn’t been a member for long and wasn’t white, in this knowledge-centric organization of the Golden Dawn, he was quickly recognized as an important core member.
After all, his contributions had already surpassed those of most people in the organization, so he naturally gained recognition in this regard and was designated as a future core member of the organization.
“This time, we’ve brought you here to show you the most core and also the most secretive confidential information of the Golden Dawn.” When everyone arrived in a building on the side of the estate, President Charles emerged and spoke.
At this moment, he was wearing a Victorian-style suit, with a black silk top hat, and a cloak embroidered with golden runes draped over his shoulders.
The most striking thing was the cane he held in his hand. It was a black solid wood cane, inlaid with a series of runic inscriptions made of golden threads.
“Now, you have a chance to back out,” President Charles said very seriously after the young members recovered from the shock of the equipment he was wearing.
“If you back out, everything will remain as it was. But if you choose to proceed, you may come into contact with things that will completely overturn your understanding. The price you will pay is eternal secrecy and the inability to ever leave.”
“I’ll give you an hour to think about it. After an hour, I hope you can give a complete answer.” After saying this, Liang En and the others entered the rooms assigned to them and began to contemplate.
“It seems things are about to get serious,” Liang En thought after the door closed. In fact, such a situation was bound to happen sooner or later, but he hadn’t expected it to happen now.
However, looking back, it wasn’t wrong for the Golden Dawn to choose to reveal secrets at this time. Since they had chosen to present some dishes today, it was reasonable to reveal some truly extraordinary matters as well.
An hour later, Liang En walked out of his room. At this moment, he noticed that the original seven people had become three. At first, Liang En was somewhat surprised, but after thinking it over, he realized this was quite normal.
After all, most people had come here just thinking of it as a club. Suddenly being asked to dedicate their lives wasn’t something many could accept.
So, for most people, they still preferred to maintain the status quo rather than get involved in something that seemed likely to bring a heavy and unknown future.
Besides Liang En, the other two who stayed were Nelson and a man from India, a Parsi, who were followers of Zoroastrianism, the last descendants of the Persian Empire.
Although the three of them had different nationalities, races, and beliefs, they all shared an extraordinary passion for the study of these extraordinary powers, so after some thought, they chose to take a further step.
However, the driving forces behind their decisions differed. Nelson made this choice purely out of curiosity and a desire to explore the unknown. The Parsi sought to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors.
As for Liang En, he was the most unique. He and his historical followers were likely the only remaining extraordinary beings in this world, so he was extremely interested in any other extraordinary existence besides himself.
“Thank you very much for your trust. I assure you, what you’re about to see will be unlike anything you’ve ever seen before,” President Charles nodded in satisfaction after seeing the three of them remain. “Come with me.”
After saying this, the president led them to a small hidden room behind a wall and then took an elevator down to the underground. In the elevator, Nelson, who was most familiar with the president, couldn’t resist asking the question that had been on his mind.
“President, you seemed very pleased just now, but most of us didn’t choose to go forward. What’s the—”
“Of course, I’m pleased,” President Charles said with a slight nod. “Our recruitment efficiency is quite slow, so opportunities like this selection occur only every three to five years on average. But very few people choose to move forward.”
Because of Liang En and the others’ choice, President Charles felt it was appropriate to reveal some things, so he took this moment of downtime to begin explaining some matters inside.
“On average, we might recruit only one or two people each time. In fact, sometimes we don’t recruit anyone at all. After all, the things we say during recruitment are too vague, and few people would make such a choice unless they genuinely love it.”
As they chatted, the group descended at least 15 meters underground, then walked down a corridor sloping downward for over a hundred meters, finally arriving at an airtight door.
“Was this built by the Golden Dawn?” the Parsi from India subconsciously exclaimed as he looked at the massive underground structure before him.
However, he didn’t realize that the corridor amplified his voice, causing it to echo throughout the tunnel, which made him blush deeply.
After all, he considered himself a pure Persian, so naturally, he felt fundamentally different from the overly confident Indians. At the very least, he didn’t think his previous statement was very polite.
“Oh, of course not,” President Charles shook his head slightly. “This was a Cold War-era underground fortress belonging to the British Ministry of Defense, which we bought in the 1990s.”
This approach was actually quite normal. After all, the entire world was under the shadow of war during the Cold War, so almost every country built a large number of shelters for use in nuclear warfare.
However, with the end of the Cold War, these shelters gradually became less important, and most of them were abandoned, except for a few.
Most of these abandoned shelters were completely deserted, but some were repurposed for civilian use, and the shelter that the Golden Dawn purchased was one of those repurposed for civilian use by the Ministry of Defense.
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