Europe.

Ross Family Headquarters.

Once again, everyone has come together, and this is the fourth time in a year.

Normally, Rothschild would only bring all the members together in a year, but this year, this is the fourth time that all members have gathered in their hometown.

The family is dead again.

The people who died this time were the backbone of the entire family, almost the top 8 people who were over fifty years old.

He's dead!

The women around them were crying and crying because their family members were dying one after another.

At present, there are still more than 20 members of the younger generation left, and the family of Nuoda has been sharply reduced from more than 50 men to only 20 or so, almost halved, and only in a year's time.

The Ross had never been hit so hard.

"Enough!" After an old woman over sixty years old squatted down and looked at the corpse, she couldn't help but look up at her ancestor Rothschild and shouted: "How many people do you want to kill all day for your broken medicine?" Are you willing to wait for all of us to die? You have created this great empire, but they have no life to enjoy, what is the purpose of this? Do you build this great cause so that your children will be blessed and grateful to you, or will they be sacrificed for your longevity? If you don't care about us, and think that we people are just superfluous in your life, why did you build this magnificent family? Everyone has been raised by your rules to be the best since birth, but what do you do with these advantages? I hope they are all excellent, and I hope our family will continue, but how many years have you been tossing for your medicine now? Are we children and grandchildren inferior to your medicine? Even if you can delay it for more than ten years, it will cost you how many family lives in exchange, won't your heart hurt at such a price? ”

Old man Rose didn't say a word, his whole face was gloomy and terrifying, and the other members all changed their faces when they heard the elder's words.

"Grandma......" A young man grabbed the woman, fearing that he would anger the old ancestor.

"Am I not right?" This woman is the daughter of Kre, who has just buried Kre, and now her husband is dead, and among the young members of the previous group, her son is also dead, and now there is only a young and vigorous grandson, and if she does not come out to stop her, I am afraid that the old man will instruct these young men to continue to run for his elixir.

She looked at Old Rose a little frustratedly now, and said directly: "You have lived for hundreds of years, aren't you tired?" ”

Old Rose's face changed instantly when he heard this, his whole face twitched, and he raised his hand and turned towards his granddaughter.

"Are you cursing me to death?"

"Kill me!" The old woman closed her eyes and shouted: "Even if you want to kill me, I still have to say, who is an old man in other people's family who does not hesitate to hope for the happiness of his children and grandchildren, but what about you? No one dares to stay with you, everyone is like a machine according to the program you arranged, enough, this is fate! ”

The old man's slap suddenly stopped in front of her, but the terrifying palm wind blew the old woman's white hair and scattered.

Listening to his granddaughter's words, the old Rothschild's eyes revealed other complex colors for the first time.

It was also unprecedented, for the first time he had seen a member of his family disobey him and say these words.

It was only at this minute that the old man felt that everything was out of his script.

It turns out that this world is not a dream, and it is not happening in the direction he wants, and there are things that he can't control.

This feeling...... He was touched a little.

Once upon a time, he was invincible and never failed, and built the largest financial empire in the world, and the power and money were all left over by him, as if everyone and everything he didn't even have to suppress, they would be obedient and develop according to his mood.

So much so that it makes him feel bored, like a dream, in which you don't die, and everything develops according to your mind.

Over time, he looked at everything insensitively.

In addition to his aging body, he felt panic.

But today, his family, who thought he was like a machine, disobeyed him for saying such a rebellious thing, which made him a little trance.

He looked at the young family members with their heads bowed, they didn't dare to breathe, and they trembled one by one for fear of his wrath.

Finally, the old man closed his eyes deeply and sighed, "It's all gone." ”

The young family members pulled the old woman one after another, fearing that she would say something reckless, so they all hurried back.

Leaving the old Rothschild alone in a wheelchair and pressing himself by remote control to the balcony, he looked at the dusk and sighed: "This world at my fingertips seems to me to be meaningless now!" ”

Nothing happened that could make him emotional.

There is no respectable opponent who makes him feel pain and truth.

There is no bizarre world for him to explore.

It seems that at this moment, the old man feels that the world is really boring.

It's like a high-level player is stuck in the novice village, and those surrounding wild monsters don't dare to come and attack him, and when he wants to use his skills to move his muscles, the wild monsters all die the moment they touch him, to be honest, it's cool at first, but over time he finds that these monsters don't need to die according to their skills at all, they can't cause any damage to him at all, and the things collected from them are all suitable for novices, he is squeezed with a century of wealth, but it's not what he wants, The people around him were so respectful that he was like an NPC and let everyone wander the newbie village according to his preferences and customized gameplay.

This feeling numbs him more and more like a dream, there is no pain, no waves, no thrilling, like an ice lake, and stones can't break the freezing point when thrown over.

"yes, she's right, what's the point of living like this? What am I stubborn about? The old man smiled bitterly, looked at the beautiful scenery under the sunset, and said, "Maybe it's just that you don't want to give up this country?" ”

When the sunset was gone, the old man sighed and said to himself: "That's it, it's time to go out for a walk, this nap is decades, and I should open my eyes to see who is spreading wild on my territory." ”

(End of chapter)