Blackstone Code

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

This was unimaginable before. The butler never dared to look him in the eyes. Only when he asked the other party to do so with a command like "look into my eyes" would the two of them look at each other briefly.

Staring at each other, two people with different status and class, will be regarded as a provocation from the lower class to the upper class. This kind of statement does not exist in places like the Federation or Gaevra, or it exists, but the performance It won't be that direct.

But in Nagaril, it behaved horribly.

Some people use the phrase "class is a wall" to describe the barriers between different classes in developed countries. If class is a "wall" in the Federation, then in Nagaril, class is the entire Eastern Ocean.

Everyone abides by and regulates their behavior to conform to their own class characteristics. No one dares to go beyond it because most people cannot afford the price of overstepping.

This time, it was crossed silently.

This time, without Mr. Simon's order, the butler looked into his eyes. This was unusual, but it was concealed by an even more unusual change in circumstances.

"Yes, sir, there are many locals outside. They seem to want to steal something. I have asked the gardener to guard the door."

Mr. Simon was slightly relieved when he heard this. He used an arrogant tone to relieve his tension at this time, just like someone who would tell some unfunny jokes to relieve his emotions when faced with difficulties. Although it is of no use.

"Are they just trying to steal something?"

"Despicable native..."

"If anyone comes near here, chase them away. If they don't leave, give them some change. I don't want them to mess up my lawn!"

The butler had a very faint smile on his face that was incomprehensible. He lowered his head. He no longer looked at the "master" whom he had served for half his life. "I know what to do. What else do you have to say?" ?”

"Any other instructions?" This sentence drew Mr. Simon's attention away from the outside world. "I said, I'm thirsty. Do you need me to repeat it again?"

His temper exploded for no apparent reason, but he quickly regained control, "Okay, that's all, do something, don't stand here!"

While he was making small movements to urge the housekeeper to do things quickly, he couldn't help but pick up the receiver and put it to his ear. It was as quiet as the awkward second half of an affair, and it ended without even a sound.

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

At this time, the young owner of the room was chatting with someone who did not belong to this house. He was not tall, but he gave people a very special feeling. If I had to describe it, he was like a light, making it easy for people to Have a good impression.

"You don't have much time. I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'm just telling you a truth."

"If you pay attention to what is happening outside, you will understand that a storm has formed. Just when I came here, another wealthy community had been looted, and many foreigners..."

He shook his head and did not continue, but everyone knew what he wanted to express, which also made the young man and the housekeeper beside him feel nervous.

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

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

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

The housekeeper is well-informed, has good psychological endurance, and responds to emergencies very quickly and accurately.

If they can avoid this risk by just changing the "owner", then whether or not to do that thing seems to be of little value to them.

And even if they don't obey the young man's request, even if someone rushes in and beats Mr. Simon to death, the housekeeper doesn't think that the young master will lose his inheritance rights.

After all, everyone knows that he is Mr. Simon’s son!

The young man who was like a ray of light smiled and said, "No, you don't understand. Not only foreigners, but also people who have relations 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."

At this moment, the boy said, "Is this a threat?"

The young man shook his head, "No, this is sincerity, sincerity in cooperation. I'm sorry that I won't be too precise. To put it simply, you will not have the right to inherit until Mr. Simon dies. These things still belong to foreigners. industry."

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

"As for what the steward said..." the young man shook his head, "No one knows what will happen in the chaos. Even some people who are promoting these things will do something deliberately. Who knows?"

The young man's expression gradually became a little solemn, and he continued what the young man said, "Killing an heir while taking advantage of the chaos and leaving a large amount of money as an inheritance without an owner will give local officials more reason to turn it into their own." Something."

As he spoke, he asked a question, "What happened to those police officers?"

In fact, when there was a slight commotion outside, the boy had already gone out to see it. The police who were already on duty outside the community actually disappeared. Not just here, but it seemed that the police in the entire city had disappeared.

This is not an isolated incident. During the chat with the young man, he discovered that it started from a rich man who knows who killed a maid, and now the situation has gotten out of control. The whole thing has obvious human traces. , maybe there are really some things 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 will be our partner, and we will also provide you with protection."

The young man stood up, holding the tray with tea, "Thank you very much for giving me a chance. I will also give that person a chance. Fate should be fair!"

It was as if he was convincing himself or proving something. He carried the tray and walked towards the study. At first, his steps were hesitant and hesitant, but as he walked, his steps became more stable and powerful, and he also A decision was made.

The knock on the door instantly made the nervous Mr. Simon nervous, "Who is where?"

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

His moral values ​​and values ​​prevent him from violating the law as casually as the locals, but he still has the determination to pull the trigger on those who illegally invade his room.

"It's me, I'm here to deliver water, father."

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

He lowered his gun.

The young man was allowed to enter the room. This was actually a very strange experience for him. He glanced at Mr. Simon secretly. The latter no longer had the terrifying dominance he had before. At this time, he Like an old Kuaifang dead lion, no longer scary.

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 his cup and felt better. He asked casually, "How's the situation outside?"

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

His tone didn't sound heavy or relaxed. It was completely different from when he was submissive before. This change was so subtle that Mr. Simon didn't even notice it.

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

The next second he suddenly grabbed the phone, but the silence that still contained nothing made him feel even more uneasy. He stood up, walked back and forth, and muttered something.

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

"Go?", Mr. Simon stopped abruptly, and he looked at the boy with a strange expression, "Where are you going?"

The young man said with some expectation, "No matter where you go, the federal people's interference here is getting stronger and stronger. Have you heard that the guy named Lynch is now living in the provincial governor's home, and even the provincial governor is To accommodate him, you and others cannot compete with him."

"You used to tell me about the place you came from. It's so beautiful and peaceful. Maybe we can live there..." There was a longing in his eyes that others couldn't understand. This was something he could only see in his fantasy. What happened, beyond that, was a secret.

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, but Mr. Simon’s mood suddenly changed. He looked at the boy and said, “We are not going anywhere, we are here, and we will not leave this country.” He paused, “I have quenched my thirst. Now, you can leave here."