Heidler's intention in inviting his two best friends over to talk about this was to hope that they would make the same choice as he did, to leave the empire at this time of crisis and find a remote rural place to live in peace.

Now the more they are treated, the more he panics, and some people often say that when people are old, they are easy to be frightened by some small things, but in fact, this statement is essentially wrong.

Why are older people more and more timid, it is because they have seen too many accidents in their lives, and they have seen too many tragedies of inconspicuous little things that have ruined people. Young and ignorant are too frivolous, always thinking that they can conquer the whole world, and have no reverence for this world, it is the heavy price of these young people's ignorance and fearlessness that makes the older people begin to fear and know how to be in awe.

Unfortunately, however, his two friends did not intend to leave the Empire. The current performance of the empire in all aspects without exception is moving in the best direction, and the economic boom and the situation of war give everyone living in the empire an inexplicable excitement, as if the empire is the core of the world, the only civilized society.

How can people who are used to getting dressed before going out run out with their bare butts out?

If they lost all this, why did their parents bear the infamy of treason in exchange for these things?

No matter how good those small countries with beautiful scenery are, they are also underdeveloped countryside, and they have spent a lifetime of hard work to run their own industries, how can they say that they will give up, and this fear does not come from themselves, but from someone else.

Unable to move the two friends, Heideler could only send them away with a wry smile, and then ask the butler to sell his property as soon as possible, pack up some things that he needs to take with him, and leave the empire in a week's time, he will not wait any longer.

Heidler had many lovers to date, but he had no blood offspring, and he suffered from a world-famous incurable disease that could not have any offspring of his own. Some people say that his father's retribution for this happened to him, and some people say that in fact, he can have children, but he is just pretending to be himself, and only he knows that he really can't have children.

However, he has an adopted son, and his relationship with him is also very good, after all, Heideler has adopted such a descendant, and he will not make a tragicomedy of competing for the heir, and the relationship is maintained very well.

The next day, Heidler's adopted son called Heidler, because he heard that Heideler was selling his property, so the middle-aged man in his forties was a little angry, and a little puzzled, why did Heidler sell his property at this time?

No matter what speculation he had, he had something in his heart that he couldn't let go, and Heidler was not informed of these actions, he was completely unaware of them.

In the phone call, Heideler did not go into much detail, but told his adopted son that he would sell all his estate, donate some of it to the Empire, and leave it to him, and finally Heidler would leave the Empire with a small part and find a place to live in seclusion.

Upon hearing that Heidler had made such an irrational move, his adopted son told him on the phone that he would meet him as soon as possible.

Just as Heidler hung up the phone and washed up briefly to get ready to rest, the moment he stepped into the bedroom, his body immediately stiffened.

"Please close the door, sir. There was a slender figure hidden in the darkness in the cloakroom without the light, only white trousers and black leather shoes could be seen, the young voice was a little familiar, he couldn't remember when or where he had heard it, but he heard something else, accent.

It was the accent of Turnell City, and you can't be wrong about that, he had lived in Turner City for a long time and knew a lot about it very well.

There are two kinds of lingua franca in this world, one is the lingua franca of the old civilization, the main areas used are part of the western continent and the southern continent, the pronunciation and grammar of this lingua franca are closer to the ancient language, the tone is beautiful, sonorous and powerful, and it is a bit like singing again.

There are also two other continents, including the lingua franca of new civilizations used by the empire, which is now the language used by people on a daily basis (most countries on Nanda Road do not use a lingua franca, and there are more native languages).

The two lingua franca are distinct because of the historical background and geographical environment, the Western Continent has some relatively well-preserved ancient books and ancient buildings, all of which were before the Great Apocalypse, and many small countries were very obsessed with the civilization before the Great Apocalypse, since many years ago, the kings and chieftains on the Western Continent thought that they were the most orthodox successors of the old civilization, delusionally dreaming of conquering other forces and then unifying the world. In order to ensure that their origins stand up to scrutiny, they use ancient lingua franca that has been passed down for a long time, and whether this language family is really ancient or not is another question.

The lingua franca of the new civilization is the main language of the other two continents, the Northern Continent and the Eastern Continent, which combines the changes of the mainstream population and history, and finally perfects a universal language.

The language can be the same, but the accent is absolutely impossible to be unified, it may be because of history, it may be because different races have different organ developments, in short, the accents are different from place to place. Beyond the city of Turner is a number of small countries and federations, belonging to a place with mixed accents, and under the fusion of many accents, there is a special lingua franca accent of Turnier City.

There will be some embellishments on some syllables, such as the word "good morning" that feels a bit like "early dispersion" to the people of Turner. It was originally a relatively mixed and at the same time relatively backward place, and the cultural exchange was relatively closed, and a combination of factors formed this accent.

Although the guy hidden in the cloakroom didn't have a strong accent, Heideler could still hear the faint Turnier accent, and at the same time he had some Gualt pronunciation habits, and he had realized something.

He closed the bedroom door and locked it, then walked to the edge of the bed and changed into his pajamas. The sagging skin hung on his body like resin, and the brown age spots were one by one, and he had been in trouble for several years, and the double fatigue of his mind and body made him age faster than the rich people of the same age.

After changing into silk pajamas, he turned to look at the shadow in the cloakroom, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Did Dolin ask you to come?"

The man pressed the button of the light on the wall, and the soft white light lit up, revealing Dufo's handsome face, he smiled like a heartless teenager, nodded, and admitted Heidler's guess, "Mr. Doolin originally wanted to come over in person as soon as possible, but he has some things to deal with temporarily, so let me come and see you first." ”

Heideler looked at his surroundings and said with a smile that I almost believed, "That's not the way to visit me!"

Dover slowly walked out of the cloakroom, shrugged his shoulders, pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet on the side, placed them on the cupboard, and poured some wine. One cup was given to Heidler, and one was held in his own hand, "Whatever, I just have to do what the boss says, and the form and process don't matter." He raised his glass, took a sip, and sat down on the couch, "You can rest or do whatever you want, and the boss will come around at about two o'clock." ”

The corners of Heidler's mouth curled, and he smiled a little, "Including leaving here?", before Dover could answer, Heideler also sat down, "What is Doolin going to do with me?"

"You should have thought of ......"

After the two talked for a while, Heideler took advantage of the strength of the wine to lie on the bed and fell asleep, at his age it has become an instinct to go to bed early and get up early, even if he has to face something terrible, he will not disturb his sleep, it can be said that this is his concentration, of course, it is also possible that he wants to die in a dream.

But as a result, it was not destined to go the way he imagined.

At about three o'clock in the evening three cars drove into the manor, and when Durin walked through the door of the building, all the men had been subdued, and as he walked towards Heidler's bedroom and passed through the central hallway, he paused and stopped. He turned to look at a guy standing against the wall, in his forties with glasses, who looked very cultured, and he lowered his head when Durin looked at him.

"I didn't expect us to meet again!", Du Lin smiled like an innocent child, his smile was pure and flawless, but his words made the man's body tremble slightly.

He looked at the people around him, then looked at the man again, "I'm so sorry I soiled your car last time I rode in the car you used...... this guy is the same guy who picked him up and Graf at Turner to meet Heidler, Durin will never forget the treatment he received that day, that contemptuous look and the action of wiping the cushion ignited his murderous intent that was hidden to this day, and finally exploded when we met again today.

He never felt that he was doing this, that it was incorrect and unhealthy to have such a mentality, and he felt that this was the right thing to do. Those who exhort you to be tolerant and relieved may not be genuinely good to you, because the slap that is defined as a shame in life is not slapped in their face.

There is resentment and complaining, and there is revenge, this is the attitude of Duhring's life.

Yesterday, you humiliated me severely.

Then today, I'll take revenge back!

Tolerance?

Understanding?

Someone might be able to do it, but certainly not Doolin.

He hooked his fingers, and the person behind him took two steps closer, and Durin casually pointed at the driver, and said, "Take him away from their God, and give this gentleman a decent way, after all, I am a tolerant person!"

At this time, Durin doesn't mind showing his generosity!