The midday sun was warm, but it didn't give him the urge to live. He has no desires and no desires, like a monk. blinking his eyes, he was stunned and held his body in a daze. The sense of despair catharsis his existence all the time, seamlessly telling him that he should not live in this uncomfortable society at all.

Even hunger could not activate Pilto's desire to survive. He sank in decadence, living and dying, and it seemed that there was no dividing line for him.

At this moment, there was a whole commotion in my ears. Pilto stole into the woods behind the bench and couldn't help laughing. Not far away, a man found a relatively thick branch in broad daylight and hung a rope to kill himself. It was a young man, dressed neatly.

Pierto secretly hoped that he would hang himself soon. An unfortunate person, perhaps nothing to rejoice in except to see someone more unfortunate than himself! But the damn coward didn't please him, and the guy flinched shamefully and left the park with a sigh.

He cursed as he walked over to the rope. The rope that was heavy enough to support its weight was tied to the branches of the tree empty, swaying with the wind. As if hypnotized, Pierto grabbed the rope and tried to reach his neck into the noose to fill the damn void.

Maybe it's easier for his life to die.

Just when Pilto decided to abandon his life, fate did not abandon him. A middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded behind him, "Are you Mr. Pirto?" ”

Pilto was stunned for a moment, then gave up for a moment and continued to put his head in the knot, glancing back at the owner of the voice. The man was about forty years old, dressed in a straight black suit, the kind of guy who was a lawyer, if not a gangster cosplayer who was poisoned by watching a movie.

Obviously, this person is the latter.

"My name is Anderson and I'm your uncle's lawyer. He gave you an inheritance before he died. Please go through the relevant procedures with me. The lawyer surnamed Zhou said.

Pirto was stunned, finally gave up suicide completely, and asked with a little excitement: "What did the old guy leave me?" ”

"It's a nice castle in the central west of Norway!"

When he heard this, he was suddenly gloomy, the castle? What can I do with it? Now that the economy of the whole of Europe is sluggish, even if the castle is valuable, it may not be sold. And the cost of maintaining the castle is impossible for the poor to afford.

He was about to refuse, when the lawyer's subsequent words completely interrupted his idea of giving up.

"Your uncle has a passage in his will that says if you want to refuse, read it to you." The lawyer coughed: "The hundred-year covenant has been opened, and the castle cannot lose its owner!" ”

Pierto shuddered, and the cerebral cortex that had been deeply imprinted in the depths of his memory was activated, and a tidal wave of memories covered his entire world.

The 100-year covenant, yes, it's been two days since the 100-year covenant. This event, which was very distant from him, was thought to be just a legend. But since the death of his parents, the Rogard family has been left with only his uncle's family and himself. However, my uncle, who is only in his early forties, is growing old and strong, and has a pair of children. Why can't the castle be inherited by itself, could it be that something happened to their family?

"What's wrong with my uncle?" Pilto asked hurriedly.

"I don't know." The lawyer shook his head: "Early in the morning of the 27th, your uncle hurriedly called me and asked me to immediately propose the execution of the will. And told me not to go to the castle. I've been coming to Paris to find you without stopping. ”

Pirto's head drooped, and a sense of foreboding permeated his heart.

The family had prophesied that after a hundred years of calm, a storm would sweep the world. Pandora's treasure box will be opened again.

Hopefully, 2012 won't really be the end of the world as prophesied by the Mayans!

Humans are weird creatures, and even I am no exception. My name is Ye Bu Si, and I am the author of the book you are holding. Every time I encounter a weird, bizarre, or terrifying event, I record it in the book word for word. For his messy life, he is also full of deep helplessness. But in any case, my experience is definitely rich.

There are always many things in this world that cannot be explained by science.

Of course, my life has been quite quiet lately, so my days have become lazy. The old man Yang Junfei didn't bother me, Li Nuoyi and the guardian girl Li Mengyue were also busy in their own ways, and I concentrated on helping my mentor study the customs and habits of ancient Roman civilization.

Hopefully, it's not the dead silence before the storm.

Today, I happened to go to a nearby bar with Andrew, and I found that at some point, there were many Chinese students near the school. Some international students are talking about politics and economics, while others are discussing the choice of subjects.

But a small group of Chinese people were pouting in a loud voice in the bar, and what they said was very unpleasant.

I couldn't even listen to those words, and I was about to stay away to clear my ears. Suddenly, a cool girl's voice sounded unhurriedly, and it was endless: "From your point of view, all civilizations in the world are scum, and only Chinese civilization is orthodox, so why did you come to Germany to study?" ”

The male student who was talking was interrupted suddenly, and couldn't help but snort coldly: "When China had the four great inventions, Europe was still a wilderness." ”

"Really?" The girl with a nice voice walked over: "There are always people who think that their civilization is great and are obsessed with a long time. In fact, judging from the tone of some people who often say that China is recognized as one of the four ancient civilizations in the world, they probably do not understand the exact characteristics of these peoples. They probably don't know that the 'Four Ancient Civilizations' is a concept that only the Chinese know. ”

"You're just a woman, what can you know?" Male students scoffed.

"I'm afraid I know a lot more than some machismo." The girl turned her face, and I finally saw her clearly. Chinese, about nineteen years old. She has a beautiful little nose, rosy pink lips, moderately long shawl hair, and a glass of non-alcoholic cocktail in her hand, and half of her face is covered by black hair hanging down on the side of her cheeks, but it is this looming appearance that makes her even more attractive.

"It's actually a rare Chinese beauty, Xiaoye, in terms of face alone, I guess I don't have much to do with your guardian girl!" Andrew, the dead fat man in Germany, whistled lightly.

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