Chatting about various topics and having lunch, Grace walked along with Simon in the exaggerated mountain manor, the kind of arm holding her arms.

I actually felt like I had first love.

Inexplicably guilty.

My daughter also happens to be in love.

But who cares about that much?

“So, don’t you really need to go to work in the afternoon?”

"Some arrangements were initially pushed back."

"For me."

"Touched?"

"Isn't this good?"

"There is nothing wrong with it. The Westeros system is an increasingly large machine. One goal I hope to achieve is that I can operate on my own for a long time even if I leave it completely. Otherwise, in a few years, even if I break myself into several, I will not be busy."

“…”

"What's wrong?"

Grace turned her head slightly and looked at the little man beside her with a smile on her lips: "I was wondering, would you feel uneasy if this machine no longer needed your control?"

"Of course not," Simon understood what Grace meant and smiled, "I am the owner of this machine, not the operators who are worried about losing their jobs, so the more automated the machine is, the better. If one day the machine is completely out of my control and I can't tolerate it, I even have the right to break it and sell scrap iron."

Power never comes out of thin air.

Simon's current source of power is the huge commercial machine of the Westeros system. The more the Westeros system expands, the greater the power of Simon will be.

As for the issue of controlling this commercial machine, Simon is a very good at delegating power. However, delegating power is just a temporary delegating power, not a permanent renunciation of power.

Perhaps the head of a country will be undermined, but the possibility of Simon encountering such a situation is very low. Because the leaders of most countries in this world, at least nominally, are elected and ordered by the people, Simon is the real owner of the Westeros system that supports his source of power.

The bosses of other large companies hand over the company to management. Since mature corporate teams cannot be achieved overnight or replaced in a short time, they may be occupied by the nest, and wanting to regain power is often severely damaged.

Simon didn't have such scruples.

On the one hand, Simon has a deep enough family background. No management of a Westeros system subsidiary has the strength to challenge him, and he is not afraid of one or two companies being hurt. On the other hand, what the Westeros system lacks the most is talent reserves, including senior professional managers who can stand alone. Therefore, no one below Simon cannot be replaced.

Before I knew it, I walked to the end of the lawn of the manor. Outside the neat and short pine fence about one person tall was a steep slope surrounded by shrubs and iron nets, and behind me was the bright afternoon sunshine.

Unable to move forward, Grace did not turn around, and sat down on the lawn, feeling the warmth and softness of the green grass in the sun, and lay down comfortably.

Simon sat down next to Grace, touched with one hand, but was held down by the woman, without retraction, and no extra movements.

Grace turned her body and rested her head on the man's lap, continued to hold the man's big hand, looked up, and asked softly, "When will you leave?"

Simon raised his left wrist and looked at his watch: "We have three hours left to go back to Los Angeles at five o'clock."

"Enough."

"It's so easy to satisfy?"

"Can you not satisfy?"

"Can't."

"Haha," Grace reached out and touched Simon's handsome face, felt the faint stubble in her palm, and said, "I really can't understand you."

"That's better. It is said that mystery is the most attractive feature of women."

"Very skillful."

"Yes," Simon's voice suddenly became faint: "It's been tens of thousands of years."

Grace's light blue eyes that are common to Nordics flashed: "Ah?"

"Did I say something?"

Grace said confidently: "You said it has been tens of thousands of years."

"You heard it wrong."

"No."

"Okay, it's actually me who's making a fool of myself. You know, the little boy wants to trick his elder sister into it, and it won't work without some tricks."

The woman refused to give in: "Then, make up a story for me."

Simon hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "A long time ago, it was still a complete prehistoric world, without a country, without nation, and even a perfect language system had not appeared. A primitive man was hungry and secretly ran into a lake outside the cave to fish on a rainy day. Unfortunately, by chance, a lightning flashed down, and the voltage of hundreds of millions of volts instantly changed the body of the primitive man. Since then, he no longer grew old, he always looked like a young man, and began to wander around the world like a ghost. He witnessed the tribe with his own eyes

The fusion witnessed the formation of the country, witnessed countless primitive and cruel cold weapon wars, witnessed the preaching of Jesus, witnessed the coming of the Buddha, witnessed the whip of God of the Mongols, witnessed the arrival of the Age of Discovery, and witnessed the two world wars that ruined the world. In order to avoid the discovery of his immortality, every ten to twenty years, at most thirty years, he would use the power he accumulated in the secular world to find a substitute, change his name, or even change his appearance, and start his life again. This time, his name is Simon Westeros."

After listening to the man's narrative carefully, Grace blinked her light blue eyes for a moment, and finally smiled: "It's a very good story."

"Believe it or not?"

"Don't believe it."

Simon asked with a smile: "Why?"

Grace reached out and gently stroked Simon's face, saying, "If you are really an ancient human who has lived for tens of thousands of years, you will not let yourself be known to the world as you are now, but you should hide yourself as much as possible."

"You are wrong. In fact, there was a lifetime when my name was Alexander III. I once led my own army and broke through the entire Europe."

“…”

"Later, because of his interest in physics, I temporarily found myself the identity of Isaac Newton, and you must know what happened. When I wanted to escape, I could only let a fool who was interested in alchemy replace him, and he did not make any achievements in his later years."

“…”

"More modern times, I felt that humans had been ignorant for too long, so I made a steam engine, and since then, human civilization began to explode exponentially. That time, my name was James Watt."

“…”

Simon reached out to hold the woman's face, and his tone became faint again, and there was still a little distant vicissitudes: "Little girl, do you want to know who am I before Simon Westeros?"

Grace's light blue eyes blinked quickly, as if she was trying her best to protect her collapsed outlook on life.

After a moment, feeling the familiar and gentle smile on the man's face, Grace forced herself to relax and said quietly: "Will you kill me?"

"Why kill you?"

"I know your secret."

"Just just now, it was just a script I had conceived temporarily, and it was your request."

“…”

"Speaking of this, this is an idea that I had a long time ago, but some joints have not been understood, that kind of thing that may cause religious disputes. Now, the idea suddenly becomes smooth, and I can completely bypass this."

“…”

"I plan to use $100,000 to shoot this movie. I will do it in one or two months. I happen to participate in next year's Sundance Film Festival. Bob complained last time that Sundance has not had a good movie in recent years. This time, let them feel the charm of the movie again. $100,000 can also shoot a top science fiction movie. I have thought of the name of the movie, "This Man from Earth", what do you think?"

"Simon, I promise, I will never tell your secret."

"God, do you really believe it?"

“…”

"It seems I need to help you wake up," Simon said, picking up the woman's light body, getting up and walking towards the villa, warning him, "Remember, this is just a story."

"Um."

"Okay, I suddenly realized that I still have the potential to be a charlatan. Maybe I can take advantage of the opportunity to create a religion now. It is definitely more promising than the scammers of the Science Church. You are the first believer."

“…”

"Dedicate everything you have to me."

"Um."

"Silly Earthlings."

"Ah, it hurts."

"Hold on, you must wake up before leaving today. If I had known, I wouldn't tell you any horror stories."

"It was really a story just now?"

"certainly."

"But……"

"Fool."

"Don't say that to me, you little boy."

"Hey, I'll give you a quota. You can choose one from the girls under your name to participate in this movie. Forget it, just Qusi Gaofu, so as not to get a group of fairies. Qusi's image is just right, so I'll take the time to give her a few performance classes."

"Can I perform?"

"A twenty-year-old student girl, did you play it?"

"I can play the teacher."

"Don't mess around, be your agent."

At around five o'clock, Grace's random thoughts were soothing that Simon left his manor in the Potola Valley and met with A, who ran to Girl C's place last night, and boarded the Boeing 767 back to Los Angeles.
To be continued...