Perhaps it was Mr. Condon's return that the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat oppressive, and the servants who had used to find a place to rest at this hour were all doing their jobs diligently, and the chattering was gone, and the empty villa became more and more silent. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

John walked through the living room and suddenly came from a cold gaze from the side.

He turned back and looked at his master,

Enrika Condon, the woman who had been imprisoned for three days, looked at John with a vicious, murderous gaze while eating, and it seemed that she already knew what was happening after she fell unconscious.

But so what? The damned will die eventually, it's just a matter of time.

John grinned, bowed slightly, and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

A middle-aged gentleman with a slender body, well-dressed clothes and a beard leaned against the door of the reception room, and when he saw John, he bowed slightly.

"Master John!"

John returned the salute, "Uncle Benjamin." ”

The middle-aged gentleman, whose full name was Benjamin Randy, was a family lawyer for the Conton family, a friend and collaborator of his father, from whom John learned his aristocratic manners.

"How is my father? Are you okay? ”

Benjamin shook his head slightly, pointed to the bedroom on the right, and said,

"He's waiting for you inside."

Well!

John answered, walked to the bedroom, twisted the handle, and pushed the wooden door open.

The door opened, and the pungent smell of medicine mixed with the unique smell of decay of the elderly rushed towards him, John frowned slightly, took a step back, put his hat and cane on the outside hanger, pushed the door and walked in.

A small bedroom, a few dim yellow lights,

The fire was flickering and flickering, reflecting an eerie light between the sumptuous furniture.

There was no one else in the room, only the father and son.

John took two steps forward, stood three meters away from the edge of the bed, did not speak, and looked at the old man with a calm gaze.

The same eyebrows, the same eyes, the same hair,

The father and son look very similar, except that the corners of John's eyebrows are softer, handsome, and full of vitality, while the old man in front of him, who is not yet sixty years old but looks like he is eighty or ninety years old, is full of the decay of death.

"Who are you?" The hoarse sound sounded in the room, like sawn wood rubbing against the floor, and it was uncomfortable to listen to.

"John Condon." John said lightly,

"No, you're not him, my son would never dare look at me like that."

Hearing this, John suddenly laughed, and the memory of "Old John" in his mind boiled without warning, and his eyes couldn't help but carry a trace of resentment,

"Mr. Condon, you really know your son, and from the day you moved out of the villa to live alone, do you remember speaking a few words to him and meeting him a few times, from the day you moved out of the villa to live alone?"

The plain words echoed in the quiet bedroom, Derek was slightly stunned, not knowing how to speak, and after a long time, only a helpless sigh remained,

"You shouldn't have killed Blake."

"Why?"

"He's my son." After saying this, the former legend regretted it, his face twitched violently, and a trace of abnormal sickness faintly flashed,

John didn't say anything, glancing at him faintly, with undisguised contempt in his eyes.

The scene suddenly fell into embarrassment, the father and son were like enemies in the next life, and there was no possibility of communication.

Time passed slowly in the silent atmosphere, and after some time, a violent cough broke the silence, Derek covered his mouth, with the pain of betrayal and deep exhaustion in his eyes, he let out a long sigh,

"That's it, it's dead, it's dead." After speaking, he pointed to the chair beside him,

"Come here, sit here."

John paused, walked over according to his words, and sat on a chair only half a meter away from him,

"I'm dying."

The lonely words came, with a hint of relief, and involuntarily John's indifferent face lost control, revealing a sad look.

"After I die, this plantation will be yours, and you must take care of it well, and don't let it fall."

"I know." John bowed slightly, and made this promise.

Derek smiled, looking at the only son in front of him, thinking of what he had done in the last few days, his face couldn't help but show a hint of relief, he propped himself up, and motioned for John to take out the folder pressed under the pillow.

"What is this?"

John frowned slightly, could it be a will?

No, no, Black is dead, and Lila has fornicated with the werewolf, and according to Mississippi law, these two have lost their inheritance, which means that as long as Mr. Conton does not donate his property, then the family business is John's, and there is no need for a will or anything.

"It's a family secret, it's time for you to know."

John was silent, opened the folder, and took out two paintings and a letter of agreement.

The first oil painting depicts a woman with long ink-colored hair, light green eyes, and a very beautiful face, with the edges and corners of a Western woman and the softness of an Eastern woman.

John took a closer look, and there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in a trance,

"This is ...... [her]."

"Yes!" Derek looked serious, "You should call her Mother." ”

"Perhaps!"

John said casually, not feeling anything about the woman who had not left a single message in his memory, and opened the second oil painting, revealing a golden mechanical sphere carved with countless folds the size of an apple that could spin like an imitation.

"This is..."

His brows furrowed slightly, he was very sure that he had never seen such a thing in either the previous world or this world, and judging from his industrial attainments, the factory equipment at this stage could not produce such a mechanical ball at all, even if it was another fifty years, it would not be possible,

That is, it is not at all a product of this era.

Could it be that this thing also traveled from the future.

Thinking of this, John's expression suddenly changed, and he looked directly at the old man in front of him, hoping that he would explain.

Derek Conton leaned back on the bed with his hands on his feet, glancing at the strange mechanical orb, a flash of yearning and deep fear in his eyes.

"Do you know how I created the Condon family?" He smiled and asked,

John shook his head slightly, he didn't have any influence in this regard, but he had faintly heard people mention it,

It is said that Mr. Conton was very good at that time, not only did he have a set of fighting in war, but he was also very clever in business, and in just three years, Conton Manor, which was still a small farm, was built into the fourth largest planting farm in Mississippi.

This story is widely circulated among the older generation, but few people know about it among the younger generation, after all, it has been more than 20 years.

A hint of nostalgia appeared on Derek's face, and he said in a faint voice,

"The son of a hired family, who grew up and enlisted in the army, saved less than $700 in more than ten years of military career, but after retiring from the army, he was able to lay a huge family business worth nearly $600,000 in less than three years.

You know why? ”

"Because of this ball!" John said in a deep voice,

"Yes!"

ps: I made a stupid mistake in the last chapter and it has been corrected,