December 1st, evening.

The temperature in the imperial capital dropped sharply, and the original heavy snow of goose feathers became similar to goose wings. Bunches of one handful and one handful of them fell from the sky, hitting the thick snow on the ground, making a very textured collision sound.

The snow was so noisy that the light columns cast by several large war airships rotating at high altitudes became weak and powerless. They shone through the air hundreds of feet above the ground and could no longer illuminate the ground.

The wind is too cold, the snow is too heavy, and the snow is too deep, and the traffic in the imperial capital is almost cut off. In addition to the patrol military and police trekking hard in the snow, only some city foxes and clubs will go out in such ghost weather and take the opportunity to do some family support.

The core of the imperial capital, the Hydra Palace District, and a high-end community to the south.

The community housekeeper is organizing workers to shovel the snow with sweat.

A large number of workers were busy at all costs. The snow in the sky fell and before they could pile it on the ground, they were shoveled away by the workers, revealing the clean and tidy road surface.

Bell stood on the terrace on the top floor of his mansion with wine and coat, overlooking the busy workers in his house.

Near these workers, the servants of the Bell family were like a group of vigilant hunting dogs, staring at the every move of these workers, fearing that they would take away even a dead branch in the mansion.

A four-wheeled carriage walked in along the cleaned road. The car door opened with a bang, and a small-headed boy jumped out of the carriage, tightened his white bear's coat tightly, and cursed the damn weather loudly.

"I want to go to Tulun Port. I heard that the girls there are dressed very cool all year round." The boy roared angrily: "Damn the imperial capital, there are four months of ice and snow in a year, and four months of rain and rain... I hate this place, I want to go to the south!"

Two girls, also wrapped in coats, came out of the carriage, holding their coats, fearing that the corners of the coats would touch the snow that had not been cleaned on the ground.

Hearing the boy's roar, the two girls also echoed his opinions in a delicate manner, and were full of resentment towards the current ghost weather.

Bell's face turned gloomy.

The boy who came out of the carriage was his youngest son. He had just celebrated his sixteenth birthday and was studying in the Intermediate College in the Imperial Capital. This house was also bought by Bell in order to give his youngest son a comfortable living environment.

A few days ago, he was busy dealing with the aftermath of the Whisper Forest Club case. Although Joe had signed a settlement contract with the Junker family in Ruhr City, because the matter involved the majesty of the imperial family, Bell had just replied to his body of freedom after a harsh investigation and cross-examination.

He thought of his youngest son and came here.

Unexpectedly, when he met his youngest son, whom he hadn't seen for several months, gave him a huge surprise when he met - at this point in time, in this weather, where did he bring two girls back?

In this kind of weather, at this time, which good girl would follow the man and not go back to her own home, but to other people's homes?

Bell was also romantic and wandering when he was young. From the cute and artificial tone of the two girls, he could tell that these two girls were not from good origins.

The housekeeper of the mansion, a steady middle-aged man from Chen, greeted him: "Master Ball!"

Bell's youngest son, with a greasy and floury face, was very handsome. Ball waved his hand impatiently: "Stop talking, hurry up and prepare dinner... I brought my friends here. They are going to stay overnight today, so that the dinner will be richer... As rich as possible."

Ball grabbed the hands of the two girls, and rushed into the house with big strides.

He shouted loudly: "Open the bottle of 1327 vintage flavour wine, and the platinum caviar I sent a few days ago, I want to see them appear on the dining table... Oh, you idiots, are you all stupid? Take off your coats quickly."

Ball roared loudly with a strange mood: "Damn stupid idiots, if one day...if one day, I will let you all get out of here."

Bell walked through the room from the terrace with a gloomy face, rushed through the corridor on the top floor in three or two steps, and walked down the hovering staircase leading to the first floor lobby.

The hollow structure of the circling stairs formed a natural loudspeaker, and Ball's shouting made Bell, who was on the fourth floor, clearly audible.

Bell drooped his face and quickly arrived at the second floor along the stairs.

He was full of anger. Ball's words didn't taste very right... He was just Bell's youngest son, and he also had an adult brother on him who had begun to contact family affairs.

All the servants and guards in this mansion were arranged by Bell.

What power does Bell have to make them get out?

Unless Bale dies and his eldest son is unexpectedly unable to take over Bale's legacy. Bale inherits everything about Bale, and he is qualified to deal with the people in this mansion as he wishes.

Just as Bell escaped from a huge vortex that was enough to devour him, he suddenly heard the words of his beloved son - is this cursing him and his eldest son to die?

He raised his head and drank the spirits in the wine glass in one sip. Bell gritted his teeth, slowed down, and walked quietly to the first floor hall step by step along the stairs. He held his breath, wanting to hear what other wonderful comments his son had.

The servants were busy, and Ball and the two girls had taken off their thick fur coats and untied the coats inside.

Ball, who had a lot of relaxation, smiled at the two pretty girls, looked at the busy people in the hall, and did not deliberately pay attention to the servants here. He lowered his voice and smiled proudly.

"Have you heard of the case of the Whisper Forest Club? Two duke heirs died there due to accident... Oh, they died, and the brothers who were already desperate about the inheritance have a chance."

Bell was proud and cheerfully bragged to the two girls with red faces: "The heirs of the two dukes can die in an accident... Of course, it is possible for my brother, that self-righteous and arrogant idiot..."

Bell threw the wine glass in his hand hard.

The crystal wine glass fell accurately in front of Ball's toes, and the wine glass shattered, and the ground was filled with shiny crystal slags splashing and rolling.

All the servants were trembling in fear, and they flew into the corridor next to them like frightened rabbits.

Ball looked up blankly, looking at his father standing on the stairs, gritting his teeth and looking down at his father... His legs were trembling slightly. After a while, he squeezed out a smile: "Father...father!"

Bell waved his hand and said coldly: "Come, please send these two noble ladies back."

The two girls widened their eyes and looked at Bell incredibly. They shouted loudly and complained, complaining that Ball invited them to spend the night together. They didn't want to walk on the cold street after dark.

Several guards rushed up, grabbed the two girls, let them struggle and scold them, and carried them directly into the carriage, then drove away in the carriage, and even their coats fell into the cloakroom.

Bell walked step by step toward Ball, who pretended to be calm, tilted his head and looked at him, then slapped him in the face.

"What have you learned in the imperial capital?"

"Which Whispering Forest Club, where did you find out?"

"Well? The accidental death of two heirs of the dukes, you can actually find out the news that the Ministry of Police and the Ministry of Supervision ordered the blockade. It seems that you have known many good friends in the imperial capital."

"Idiot, what did you say just now? You want me and your brother, and you all have an accident like those two unlucky guys. You will take over my inheritance and from then on, you will be unscrupulous with that little bitch day and night?"

Bell was so angry that he slapped Ball in the face again.

"Baul, I will ask your mother to come to the imperial capital to watch you...you..." Bell gritted his teeth, looked at the panic and guilt that could not be hidden in Ball's pretty face. He sighed and shook his head.

If it were those Teutonic men who killed thousands of swords, they would have met such unvirtuous and unfilial bastard sons at home, and they would directly stuff them into the army and let the army train hard for a few years. I am afraid that they could be trained to be a human being.

But Junckers...Bell's mind turned a few thoughts and shook his head.

Given the current situation of the Bergman family, if Bell sends Ball into the army, he is afraid that this kid will not be able to survive for three days, either accidentally suffer casualties during training or be shot directly.

Moreover, which Junke is willing to let his spoiled baby son fight to the army of "Shuliba people"?

Fighting hard, fighting like this is all the fate of those "low-class people"!

"Your mother will take care of you!" Bell said with a gloomy face and coldly: "And I, you probably haven't seen me for a few years. Damn things. For some reason, I want to go to the newly opened farmland of the family overseas. In the past few years, I will stay away from the imperial capital and the Ruhr city area."

"When I'm not here, you should study hard and make more useful friends, rather than these demon-sexy little bitches!" Bell lowered his voice: "Bastard, idiot, even if you want a woman, is the maids at home not cleaner than them, safer? Are the maids at home not as beautiful as them? Are the maids at home not as beautiful as them?"

Ball's eyes lit up suddenly.

He clicked his mouth, looked at Bell, and whispered: "My friends are all... very good friends."

Bell sneered: "What useful people can you meet? 'Nice' friends? Haha..."

Ball's hearty dinner was as expected, after all, Ball was not a person who loved to treat himself badly. So this dinner was more sumptuous and luxurious than Ball expected.

At the dining table, Bell scolded Ball for more than an hour, and he almost didn't cry.

After dinner, Bell personally selected two maids and asked them to take Ball back to his room.

Bell himself also chose two maids...
Chapter completed!