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The two men in the study looked at each other, and Mr. Simon's attention was focused on the outside world, so that he ignored a very crucial point. His butler met his gaze this time and did not avoid it.

This was unimaginable before. The butler had never dared to look his eyes squarely. Only when he asked the other person to do that with a command such as "look into my eyes", the two would have a brief look at each other.

Looking at each other, two people with different status classes will look at each other as a kind of provocation by the lower class against the upper class. This statement does not exist in places such as the Federation or Gevlar, or it exists, but it shows Will not be so direct.

But in this place of Nagalil, it behaves terribly.

Some people use "class is a wall" to describe the barriers between different classes in developed countries. If the federal class is a "wall", then in Nagalil, class is the entire East Ocean.

Everyone abides by and regulates their behavior to conform to their own class characteristics. No one dares to overstep, because the cost of overstepping is generally unaffordable.

This time, it was passed over quietly.

This time, without Mr. Simon's order, the butler looked into his eyes. This was very abnormal, but it was concealed by even more abnormal changes in the environment.

"Yes, sir, there are a lot of local people coming outside. They seem to want to steal something. I have let the gardener guard the gate."

Mr. Simon breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. He used an arrogant tone to relieve his tension at this time, just like someone would say some funny jokes to ease his emotions when facing a tricky one. Although there is no use for eggs.

"Are they just trying to steal something?"

"The humble native..."

"If someone comes near here, just drive them away. If they don't leave, just give them some change. I don't want them to stain my lawn!"

With an incomprehensible, very faint smile on his face, the housekeeper lowered his head. He no longer looked at the "Master" he had served for half his life, "I know what to do, what else do you have to say? ?"

"What else is there to order?" These words made Mr. Simon's attention from the outside world. "I said, I'm thirsty, do I need to repeat it again?"

His temper exploded a bit inexplicably, but he soon condensed, "Okay, that's it, go do something, don't stand here!"

While making small movements to drive the housekeeper to do things quickly, he couldn't help holding the receiver up to his ear again, quietly like the second half of an awkward affair, and it ended without a sound.

"Damn it!" He slammed the receiver on the base heavily.

At this moment, the little owner of the room is chatting with a person who does not belong to the house. He is not tall, but gives people a very special feeling. If you have to describe it, he is like a light, which makes it easy for people Give birth to a good impression.

"Your time is running out. I'm not forcing you to do anything. I just tell you a truth."

"If you notice what is happening outside, you will understand that the storm has formed. When I came here, another rich community had been looted, and many foreigners were..."

He shook his head and didn't continue speaking, but everyone knew what he meant to express, which made the young man and the housekeeper beside him feel nervous.

"These foreigners die when they die, but did you know that their wealth, property, houses or factories will be taken away by the mayor or provincial governor, depending on how much money they have."

"I can't guarantee that those people will not come here, and you should have seen it. The more people gather outside. Once someone takes the lead...", the young man's expression was serious, "The situation will immediately become very bad. ."

The boy was still thinking about what, but the butler first asked a question, "But even if our young master does these things, it seems that we can't stop the storm outside?"

The housekeeper is very knowledgeable, mentally endurable, and responds to emergencies quickly and accurately.

If it is said that just changing a "owner" can avoid this risk, then it seems that it is of little value to them whether to do it or not.

And even if they didn't obey the young man's request, even if someone rushed in and killed Mr. Simon, the butler did not think that the young master would lose his inheritance rights.

After all, everyone knows that he is the son of Mr. Simon!

The young man who looked like a ray of light smiled, "No, you don't understand. Not only foreigners, but also people who have relationships with foreigners will be implicated. Everything is out of control."

"The most important thing is that if you do that, we will protect you. If you don't do that, we won't do anything."

The boy said at this time, "Is this a threat?"

The young man shook his head, "No, this is sincerity, sincerity of cooperation, I'm sorry I won't be too exquisite to say, to put it simply, Mr. Simon is not dead, you do not have inheritance rights, these things are still foreigners. industry."

"And we will not protect the property of foreigners, because these belong to us, but they have been taken away by some despicable means."

"As for what the butler said...", the young man shook his head, "No one knows what will happen in the chaos, and even some people who are pushing these things will deliberately do something, who knows?"

The expression of the young man gradually became a little solemn, and he continued with the young man’s words, “Kill an heir while in chaos, and let a large sum of money become an inheritance without a master. Local officials have even more reason to turn them into their own. Something."

He asked a question, "What happened to the police?"

In fact, when there was a slight disturbance outside, the teenager had already gone out to watch. The policemen who were already on duty outside the community disappeared. Not just here, it seems that the policemen in the entire city have disappeared.

This is not an isolated thing. In chatting with young people, he discovered that from the time a rich man whose ghost knew who it was killed a maid, the situation has been out of control, and the whole thing has obvious traces of humanity. , Maybe something really is like this... the young man said.

So this is his last question, whose side the police are on.

The young man shook his head, "At least not on our side, so we have to protect ourselves. If you can complete our agreement, then you are our partner, and we will also provide you with protection."

The young man stood up, holding a tray of tea, "Thank you very much for giving me a chance, and I also want to give that person a chance. Destiny should be fair!"

It was as if he was convincing himself, and it was as if he was proving something. He walked towards the study with the tray. At first he hesitated and hesitated. A decision was made.

The banging knock on the door instantly made Mr. Simon, who was a little nervous, nervous, "Who is there?"

He raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the hammer with his thumb. As long as there was something wrong with someone outside, he would immediately pull the trigger.

His morality and values ​​prevent him from trampling the law like a local native, but he still has the decisiveness to pull the trigger for those who illegally invade his room.

"It's me, I'll bring water, father."

The familiar voice outside the door made Mr. Simon feel cordial for the first time, "Come in..."

He put down the gun.

The teenager was allowed to enter the room, which was actually a very peculiar experience for him. He glanced at Mr. Simon secretly. The latter no longer had the terrible dominance that he had before. It's like an old lion that is dying of teeth, no longer feels terrible.

The young man put the tray on the coffee table, took out the contents, and poured a glass of water for Mr. Simon.

Mr. Simon took a sip from the cup and felt better. He asked casually, "How is the situation outside?"

"It's very dangerous. It is said that some wealthy areas have been looted, and those wealthy families have also been attacked, and they may all be dead."

His tone didn't sound heavy or relaxed, and it was completely different from the time when it was only in the past. The change was so subtle that Mr. Simon didn't notice it.

"Is that serious..." Mr. Simon was a little lost. He knew that the matter was serious, but he didn't know that the matter was so serious.

The next second he grabbed the phone abruptly, but the still-nothing silence made him feel more uneasy. He stood up and walked back and forth, babbling in his mouth.

The boy glanced at the shotgun on the sofa, and soon returned his attention to Mr. Simon. He said softly, "Father, let's go before the chaos has spread to us."

"Go~lightnovelpub.net~Mr. Simon stopped abruptly, he looked at the boy with a strange expression, "Where?" "

The teenager said with some expectation, "Where you go, the federal people's interference here is getting stronger and stronger. Have you heard that the guy named Lynch now lives in the provincial governor’s house, and even the provincial governor is To accommodate him, you and others cannot compete with him."

"You used to tell me where you came from. It is so beautiful and peaceful. Maybe we can live there..." He has a vision that others can't understand. This is only in his fantasy. There is another secret besides what happened.

In his dream, he replaced the child who only existed in the photo and became Mr. Simon's favorite son. He wanted to replace that brother!

I don’t know why, Mr. Simon’s mood suddenly changed. He looked at the teenager, "We will not go anywhere, just here, we will not leave this country." He paused, "I have quenched my thirst. Now you can leave here."

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