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Kelsea Morgan's eyes lit up as she rushed toward the elderly man. At the same time, she proudly shouted, “Mr. Jewell, you're here!”
The others instinctively turned toward where Kelsea was. Then, they saw the founder of Haut Monde, Hans Jewell. With the help of his assistant, he was walking toward them with a cane.
Almost immediately, looks of respect crept onto everyone's faces.
Even the usually expressionless Everett Eakins walked over to lower his head at Hans and greeted, “Mr. Jewell.”
Hans nodded. “I'm old, and it's now inconvenient for me to travel around. I wasn't planning to come, but I heard that someone has solved
Lightspring Maneuver.”
Everett nodded. “Yes. Someone has solved Lightspring Maneuver. This is the person.”
Just as Everett was about to move aside to introduce Arielle to Hans, Kelsea huffed. “What Lightspring Maneuver? Mr. Jewell, you have no idea that Lightspring Maneuver is nothing but a mocking move. This isn't chess at all!”
Frowning, Hans scolded, “Kelsea, mind your words. This is my mentor's game you're talking about. How could you say that it's not chess?”
Kelsea hurriedly pulled Hans closer and pointed at the board. “Mr. Jewell, look. Don't look at the chess pieces, but at the white pieces alone.
What does it look like?”
“What does it look like?” Hans narrowed his eyes before widening them. “Fool! I see. Once you fill in the Os, you'll resolve the tactic.”
When Kelsea saw the way Hans was all excited, she furrowed her brows. “But Mr. Jewell, don't you think that this has no place as a chess tactic? It's clearly just mocking the opponent as an idiot.”
However, Hans was uninterested in her words. Turning to the crowd instead, he asked, “Quick, someone tell me. Who resolved this? I must meet them.”
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