Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 560

After the meeting with all his subordinates, Paul told the butler Philip that he wanted to be alone for a while, and he walked silently to his office.

After entering this room that he once thought he would never return to, Paul stretched vigorously.

Night has begun to fall, and the last glimmer of the sun still remains in the sky. There were no candles in the office, and it was dark. He took advantage of the ray of light coming in from the window to see clearly the furnishings in the room, it was still the same as before, how familiar everything was, and he finally came back here.

Paul walked gently to his desk. There was still a stack of documents on it. Paul still remembered that they were all official documents that he had not finished processing.

He walked around to the back of the table, put his hand on the "ergonomic chair" he designed, and felt a warm and familiar touch from his hand.

"Oh, old man," Paul said to his chair, "I thought I'd never see you again."

He sat up, leaned against the back of the chair, put his feet on the table in front of him, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then stared blankly at the dark ceiling.

At this moment, Paul suddenly felt a sense of fatigue attached to his body from all directions, which made him really want to have a good sleep, but the sleepiness disappeared in an instant when he really closed his eyes.

He didn't know how long he stayed in this state, and suddenly a knock on the door interrupted Paul's continued emptying.

"Come in!"

After a creak, Butler Philip poked his head in from the door.

"I was startled, Master Graham, why didn't you light a lamp."

The old housekeeper walked into the office, skillfully lit the candles on the candlesticks, and the room brightened up.

"Philip, what's the matter?"

I just confessed that the housekeeper wanted to be alone for a while, so Philip must have something to do with him.

"Master Graham, Sir Abbott is back again, and he wants to talk to you face to face about something."

"Hansel?" Paul was a little surprised, what was he looking for himself. Is there anything that can't be said at the meeting just now? I have to find him alone.

Paul said to Philip: "Let him in, I'll wait for him here."

"Yes, Master Graham." The old butler bowed slightly and retreated.

In less than two minutes, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside, and then there was another knock on the door.

"Come in, Hansel."

The door of the room was pushed open, revealing the face of the director of the Ministry of Agriculture.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Lord Graman." He walked into the room, then turned around and closed the door gently.

Paul continued to lie back on the chair, but lazily tilted his head to the sofa next to him, and Hansel sat down on it.

Paul asked him, "It's so late, what else do you want to talk to me about?"

"Uh...actually, I'm not here on behalf of myself, but...on behalf of everyone."

"Everyone?" Paul had doubts on his face. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the expression on Hansel's face was extremely solemn. You must know that this guy usually looks like a cynical young man. This expression is extremely rare.

Paul asked strangely: "The people in your mouth mean old Ford, Cecil, Victor and others? They asked you to come?"

Only then did Hansel squeeze out a smile: "Master Graeman, don't get me wrong. In fact, no one assigned me this job, but I can guess some thoughts in everyone's mind, and it also fits my own. There are certain thoughts in my heart, so I feel that I need to come here on behalf of everyone. As for the so-called certain thoughts, maybe those who are close enough to you on weekdays are a little embarrassed to say it in person, but I..."

Paul pointed at him, "A stranger from Jingyao, who is also a representative of the royal family."

Hansel nodded, "Yes, maybe it's more appropriate for me, a person with a sense of distance, to talk to you about this."

"Interesting!" A smile appeared on Paul's face. He stood up from his chair, walked around the desk, came to a small table in the corner, picked up the wine on it and poured two glasses. One picked it up, and handed the cup in his left hand to Hansel. The two clinked their glasses lightly, and each took a sip.

Paul said: "I didn't expect that these subordinates who have been loyal to the Graeman family for generations... would have something that they couldn't say directly in front of me, haha. If that's the case, Hansel, you can speak for them."

"Master Graeman." Hansel regained his solemn expression, and went straight to the topic, "During the meeting just now, you handed Judge Thomas a note—it was about how to deal with traitors, and about the above Content, you seem to have any doubts?"

"This..."

Paul didn't know how to answer.

The paper handed over by the chief judge, the content on it is very simple-for everyone involved in the rebellion, kill the clan.

This kind of punishment, if not specifically specified, is to kill all the people in a whole family—regardless of men, women, old and young, even close servants—to be exterminated.

At that time, after reading it, Paul did not directly agree, but he did not object, because he wanted to show that he was more decisive in the face of the rebellion.

But it was only a moment of hesitation that was seen by those who cared.

"Hansel." Paul said helplessly, "I hate that class rather than specific individuals. I think this kind of indiscriminate and one-size-fits-all approach is a bit... a bit excessive."

"Even if it's a danger to your life this time?"

"Hansel~www.mtlnovel.com~ Don't be confused, I will definitely clean up the **** who threaten my life, but their family members, women, children, and the elderly may not know anything from the beginning to the end, just because Being implicated and thrown into prison or even losing his life, this..."

Paul shook his head.

"Master Graeman!" Hansel said solemnly, "You have such an idea, which shows that you are a kind person, which is very good. But if the offspring of the traitor grow up, and assume that under his careful planning, he has mastered a lot If you want to take revenge on you, what should you do? Have you thought about this?"

Paul replied: "Of course I have thought about this, but as long as we take strict precautions, it seems impossible. Think about it, a family that is dead, its descendants can have some strength to trouble me."

"Master Graham, you need to consider the worst of the situation, and you can't just wishful thinking that the other party will go according to your ideas."

Paul replied quietly: "If I have done everything that should be done, and I am still... then it can only be said to be like this."

Crack-crack-crack!

Hansel applauded Paul, but the expression on his face became increasingly sarcastic.

Chapter end

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