Lan Jue smiled, but did not answer.
The Bookworm’s voice betrayed his skepticism. “And how can I trust you, hm?”
“Let me answer by offering tribute. A gift, for our first meeting. I’m confident that, once you see it, you’ll understand why I think you have the opportunity to defeat the Keeper.”
Lan Jue placed something on the desk in front of the older man.
The Bookworm snatched up, turning it around in his fingers. It looked like a precision data disk.
His pockmarked right hand tapped the armrest. Suddenly, the front and back of the desk in front of him separated from the body of the furniture. Large flat screens rose from the cracks. State of the art optical computing equipment followed suit, until the desk was a modern technological mainframe.
The Bookworm slipped the disk in to the computer. The towering screens flickered to life, revealing line upon line of seemingly disconnected data.
