Star of Civilization - v2 Chapter 108

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Looking at the hidden sand castle area, countless tyrants have been around for decades, and the idea of ​​peaceful coexistence between various forces has long since disappeared.

There has been too much bloodshed, too much raging hatred.

As long as you take one wrong step, you will be doomed!

The reputation of the Rothschild family is not only because of their family's terrible financial resources, but also because of an unproven legend - it is said that their family has been loyal to a powerful leader of the Iron Fort a hundred years ago, The power is far greater than it is now.

The strength of this leader was so sturdy that it was called a legend at that time. For more than ten years, he has created a great achievement that has never been seen before and has never come before, and almost brought the vast area of ​​the west under his command.

However, the world is unpredictable, and this little change made him stop, not only ruining his life, but also turning the factions into a more divided and antagonistic situation today.

However, it was so long ago that no one knew the truth.

Since then, the Rothschild family has not been controlled by any power, and has only made deals with various factions-it can also be said to be a grassroots, moving with the wind, but standing firm.

It is said that this style is a family tradition formed after that incident.

Now, for the benefit of the entire family, Hauluo must delve into the cause and effect of this matter, and must not be sloppy, not to mention that these refugees may be an important clue to unraveling the mystery of the whole incident.

Taking such a risk was nothing to Hauluo at all.

Messy footsteps came from far and near from outside the courtyard.

"They're here," Vander said.

"How many?" Hauluo asked.

"There are fourteen in total, and three of them are women."

"Bring it in."

A few minutes later, fourteen refugees stood in the huge courtyard of the Rothschild family. The surrounding fire was bright, Hauluo stood up, did not speak, just walked over to the group of people and looked at them carefully.

Following the light of the torches, Hauluo saw the faces of those people in turn.

There was extreme panic and exhaustion written on every face, and perhaps a little bit of luck that they had escaped.

Hauluo saw that the homeless people were ragged, skinny, and dusty, and at first glance they were homeless people who had been wandering in the wilderness for a long time. In addition to the deep sunken eye sockets, these people can see the color of the skin, and the entire face is almost covered with black charcoal.

It seems that the refugees have walked a long way in the middle of the night. Thinking of the Xuan Gang people who followed behind them, the family guessed that these people may be running for their lives, or they may be used as living bait.

Hope it's the former.

Even if Mr. Haolo was used to seeing the wind and waves, he couldn't help frowning and meditating silently.

What have these people been through? Why did they know that powerful woman?

Facing the people of the Rothschild family, the expressions of the refugees became more and more embarrassed.

Everyone huddled together with fear in their eyes. Although they have already prepared in their hearts, they still can't believe that these people in front of them can really protect them.

"Let them all sit down, take a rest, and get some food and water." Mr. Hauluo turned around and sat back in the chair, only to speak at this moment.

He knew that at times like these, meeting the basic needs of individuals was the only way to get help.

"Yes," Vander clapped his hands, turned his head and commanded. "Dinner."

In order not to make these people overly nervous, Fender withdrew the bodyguards to the base of the wall far away from the refugees, leaving only two of Hauluo's personal guards.

Not long after, a group of waiters filed out of the house with huge plates. Leading the charge was a tall, thin housekeeper, dressed in neat clothes, followed by a chubby cook.

The homeless people grunted in their throats, and everyone was gulping.

"Oh, rest assured to eat, these are prepared for you, if not enough, there are more."

Soros raised his chin proudly, raised his brows, and continued, "I'm in a hurry, I can't cook too much in time, some of the food is leftovers from dinner, don't you mind?"

No one responded to him, even if someone dared to speak, they would have no mind at the moment, because they were all staring at the food.

"Everyone is a friend of our Rothschild family. If you don't take good care of it, please bear with me... Let's have dinner first." Vander also echoed embarrassingly.

As soon as the food arrived, the refugees couldn't care about anything, the fear disappeared immediately, and they began to gobble up.

The food cooked by the top chefs of the Rothschild family is delicious, nutritious and can be smelled from a distance. It is definitely not comparable to those cheap worm cakes in the market.

For a time, the wind swept the clouds.

Seeing the crazy eating of these people, even the cook on the side couldn't help but stunned - he had never seen anyone eating like this in this mansion.

"what--!"

Amid the snoring sound of chewing, the old man among the refugees let out a low cry and suddenly stopped eating.

He took out a small half of a bone that looked like a fish bone, but was much thicker than a fish bone. staring. He bit off most of the only piece of meat on the bone, revealing the white tender meat.

The old man was stunned for a moment, his expression clearly a little confused.

He looked at it carefully, and then threw the leftover bones aside, as if aftertastes the taste just now. After a few seconds, he lowered his head again and continued to eat in silence.

For the refugees, these foods are simply the most delicious things they have ever eaten in their life, so other people didn't notice the old man's abnormal behavior at all, and still shoved the food into their mouths, swallowed and chewed, and devoured them.

Vander has been observing these people, and he naturally noticed the small details of the old man's movements.

He pretended to be indifferent, walked to the old man's side, and quietly observed the discarded bone. I only felt that the appearance of the bones was rare, but I couldn't see anything unusual.

Vander walked over to the cook, turned his back, and asked something in a low voice.

After a while, these refugees were already full, and their mental state was obviously very different from when they first arrived. The tiredness disappeared, and their spirits also cheered up.

"Ahhh..."

"Since all the people here are friends, don't let everyone go out. After eating and drinking, I will arrange accommodation for everyone and have a good rest..." Mr. Hauluo said calmly with a light cough.

While saying this, he quietly winked at Vander.

Soros still couldn't put his mind down~www.novelbuddy.com~ took a step forward and said, "Master, let me take them there."

"No," Hauluo said loudly, stood up, and walked away slowly, "let the second go."

Fender understood, holding a torch and walking in front of the old man, bent over, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture of invitation. He had long seen that the old man was the leader of this group of people.

"We... uh, really grateful."

The old man suddenly thanked him in a low voice and looked back awkwardly. All the refugees bowed their heads.

"Oh, what's the point! If we can come here, then we are friends. Since we are friends, what kind of words are there!"

Vander smiled.

The old man sighed and seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say anything after holding it for a long time, so he had to lead everyone to follow in Vander's footsteps and walk in the other direction of the courtyard.

For some reason, Vander always felt that the expressions of this group of people were a little unnatural.

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