The Photon Hundred Percent

23.The Inverted

Jocelin went to Mexico, to meet Leonard Mongulo at his hideout, to ask about Rimedel, whom Vileron had brought, but the rebel leader knew nothing, he didn't even know that Vileron had driven to De Coche.

From his body language, Jocelin could read that the middle-aged politician was not lying, instead it seemed that this person named Mongulo might never realize, that the Eye Of Darkness was involved in memotori rebellion. Indeed that is how the Eye of Darkness works, so neat it is almost undetectable, everything will be very dark, and difficult to explain, if you talk about everything related to the Eye Of Darkness.

Instead of ending up in vain, the meeting even became a place for Mongulo's outpouring of hearts about the condition of his nation, about all his ideals that have not been realized, his desire to raise the dignity of Venezuela in the eyes of the world. Jocelin only suggested to speak directly to Juan Rodhes.

Afterwards, Jocelin returned to Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, to meet President Juan Rodhes, preaching about the importance of what had happened in Venezuela that morning, before he finally had to return home to Northingham because he got the news that his father, Frederick Moffin suddenly fell ill.

After a dinner with the important people of Hogsburn last night, after Jocelin left the dining table, the atmosphere became frigid and cold, that night Frederick could not sleep, he was restless, he was restless, eventually swallowing the antidepressant pills too much, which made his condition worse, he was limp, and could only lie down for a whole day.

Let's just say that indeed, Frederick was a strange man, he was temperamental and could vent his anger at any time on anyone, but not on Jocelin Albert, he said, the drifting child she discovered 18 years ago was the greatest manifestation of her life. Worse, it could be said that he could do nothing without Jocelin. That young man had been his mainstay all along.

On Sunday, approaching noon, Frederick opened his eyes slowly, finding Jocelin sitting by his bed, slicing the apple he had been peeling.

"Son!" swipe with sumringah.

"Father! You wake up, I think I'm disturbing your sleep?" Jocelin put the apple and the knife on the plate.

Frederick shook his head, "Where have you been, son?" tanyanya.

Jocelin was stunned, massaging his eyebrows, it was very heavy to answer that question.

"Father, I'm really sorry." Jocelin was down.

"Why apologize?"

"It's all because of my stupidity that I would never have forgiven myself if something bad had happened to you."

"Ah, I think I'm the one who's stupid, too hasty, decides things without asking for your opinion." He attempted to sit down, and immediately forbade the visibly risen Jocelin from preparing to help him, "I am still strong!" look at him while coughing.

"Don't push yourself too much" Jocelin said worriedly, before returning to her seat.

"Apples!" murmured Frederick.

Jocelin handed him a small plate containing pieces of apples, the work was done earlier.

"I'm fine, don't over-treat me like a decrepit person who wants to die!" he chews the apple.

Jocelin smiled wryly, hearing Frederick who was running it, it might be true that he had recovered as before.

"What date is it now?" frederick asked, as he wiped his wet lips.

"Nine, Sunday!"

"Well, doesn't it feel? Then I should recover as soon as possible. Tomorrow I have to go to Palmerston to see Hades."

"Yes God! Father! Are you still thinking about that Dark Matter with your condition like this? Just relax for a day, I'm still here, after all yesterday I promised to accompany you."

"Son, you know that this Dark Matter is the energy of the future that will save us, in case this company can no longer compete, so it's not because I'm too ambitious or how, but there are thousands of our employees whose fate I'm fighting for, that's why I'm going to do everything."

"Yes, I know, you're working too hard on this, I'm just worried about your health, so if it's not possible, I'm enough to represent you to Professor Hades."

"No way possible? Actually, I had no choice at all. In my old age, I only had three spoiled and lousy daughters, they were .. ah, from a small age they had fun, never felt it difficult to make money, never felt it, all this time you were the one I always relied on, but in the end I realized that I could not continue to depend on you, you had your own life, especially after you got married later ...."

"Gosh, why are you even talking like that? Trust me, I'm not leaving you." Jocelun.

"Well, if only you'd marry Chloe, I wouldn't worry, I'd be abandoned by you."

Frederick's frankness was so sharp that Jocelin's head was pounding, Rimedel's problem was still tangled in his head, now there was another Frederick who brought up the Moffin family's dizzying matchmaking head.

"Father, I told you! Whatever your decision I will accept, but it feels like now is not the right time to talk about this matter." Jocelin said, then he stood up from his chair.

"Son, I'm sorry, I didn't mean ...." Frederick's face gripped with fear, in case he offended his son.

"No, don't think of anything heavy, now take a break." Jocelian closed.

Frederick, who would normally bark back, did not usually obey immediately. The conversation was not likely to continue, as Frederick had been forced to lay down his body, and Jocelin pulled the blanket over before leaving.

***

Not only Jocelin Albert, the man we are going to talk about this time is a man who is no less special, even though he was not born into the world as a superhuman created from an experimental lab, or as a mutant who undergoes a genetic mutation, or is contaminated by cosmic object radiation, he is also not a witch with complicated spells, but everything related to this man has always been absurd.

There was no reason behind his greatness, except that God had blessed him with a lump of brain that was an extraordinary genius, it could be said among the humans who had lived all this time, he was the only person capable of comprehending the true essence of the thought process.

This extraordinary man, having attained the most difficult level of systematics of thought called 'The Awakened Mind', the highest level of thinking ability which gives him unparalleled power, almost rivaling the miracle of prophethood, and this guy we're talking about is Vileron The Inverted.

He is the man who is always implicitly alluded to in all criminal records as the supreme leader of the Eye Of Darkness, the man who is believed to control the world from nothing that has yet to be proven bluntly.

In reality, he was just a traveler who moved from place to place, spreading his teachings like a Prophet, of course a false prophet full of deceit, he said, incite here and there to cause chaos, then he will relax to enjoy all the chaos, seclude himself in his farmhouse, in the fertile land again remote, while farming cereal, while growing cereal, and sniping poultry.

Vileron is indeed a man covered in puzzles, including one thing that is very distinctive to him, namely his strange thinking habits, he tends to like everything that is upside down, which is why by his followers, he tends to like everything that is upside down, he is nicknamed as The Inverted, the inverted or the flipped.

The student who entered put only a glass of drinking water, right on the round table next to the chair he was sitting on. His student did not wean at all when he realized the newspaper read by his teacher was in reverse position, he would have perfumed himself with all the peculiarities of his teacher.

"Today there has been an extraordinary event. Hey Nadya! Look at this, the news this paper has written, will it surprise you?"

"Sir, you read that newspaper yesterday" Nadya reminded.

"Ah, cook? But the news written here, is obviously the news today right?" Vileron showed the date in his newspaper.

Nadya sighed.

"What news is there anyway? It looks so bad."

"Flying Penguin is rampaging in Venezuela, drowning the Kronikel headquarters, really a scary guy."

"Oh that news, yes of course, I have read it on Google, and had been a tranding on twitty."

"What caused him to rise in black, to vent his frustration at this Venezuelan rebel group?"

"Of course, because you're holding one of its members hostage."

"Oh yeah? Yeah, I remember, maybe because of that little chip, I accidentally, I'm really sorry to bring it there."

"Ah, you must have intentionally! Actually you're the one who's upset at the Chronicle, you've realized, that their leader, Leonard Mongulo, has lost his spirit, and in fact he's been planning to reconcile with Rodhes, who is the one who's been at the helm, You assume they are no longer useful, then you want to destroy them, indirectly using the hands of The Flying Penguin."

"Oh, Nad! Why do you always know more than me, it's upside-down, totally reverse, I should know more than you about this."

"God! Of course I know, because this morning you yourself told me."

"Well, really? I can't believe I ever said such a creepy thing."

Nadya, he made a sigh again.

"Like an angel!" muttered the teacher, not caring about Nadya who was upset scutched in the chest.

"Who?" the girl did not understand.

"This bullying penguin, almost angelic in strength, reminds me of when Gabriel destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah" Vileron said.

Nadya massaged her chin while nodding.

Vileron picked up his favorite cigar at the table, then said, "Indeed, that's natural! When we recall that Angels and Flying Penguins are both created from the element of light. I mean Photons, Nad! You got it, right?"

Nadya.

Then he dipped the tip of the cigar in the water in the glass that Nadya brought earlier, strange because when lifted from the surface of the water, the tip of the cigar was burning.

After he clasped the lit cigar to his lips, now the water in the glass was doused directly under the fireplace, and again strangely, strangely, a great burning fire burned the black charcoal there.

Vileron handed the empty glass to Nadya, the woman who had long been his follower seems to have understood, he immediately crouched on the face of the fireplace, using the glass like a dipper to sneak a fire. Miraculously, because the glass was now filled with dancing tongues of fire.

There was no heat at all when the flaring glass was handed back to Vileron, and the man, like a thirsty man who had not been drinking for a long time, immediately sipped it until the toilet dried.

"It's very fresh water." he praised later.

"Reverse Master, the one you just drank was fire!" Nadya reminded.

"Huh? Holy hooch! Geez! What is my fault God? Why are you cursing me with all this madness" Veleron pretended to be his life.

Nadya again had to sigh.

"Nad! Please get Dominik to get my vehicle ready!" later orders.

What he called this vehicle should not be imagined its form like a luxury sports car output Lamborghini, not also shaped supersonic jet aircraft that can disappear at the blink of an eye, but the vehicle in question was just a wooden cart in the truest sense.

The wagon was pulled by a pair of lethargic male and female Donkeys and the path was slow, not only did the pair of Donkeys walk strangely, backward, but that was Vileron, too, what one considers slow, to him fast, what one considers backward, for him to advance. The magic cart running backwards will be rode in a strange way by Vileron.

He would sit facing back or turn his back on the Donkey, so essentially the wagon was pushed back by the ass, it was that crazy wagon that had been driving him around the world at an unreasonable speed, crossing oceans, breaking through clouds, stepping continent after continent.

"Oh, where are you going again?" ask Nadya.

"Palmerston!" vileron said cheerfully.

"Oh, Palmerston. Uh-but Sir."

"Why Nad? You wanna come?"

"No, but your cigar's upside down." Nadya reminded me again.

Vileron immediately jerked, while grunting with rage, apparently it was realized earlier that he sucked in the mouth was the tip of a cigar that burned fire.