Seleu leaned against the door. With just a little effort, she could push it open. Behind the door was the living room. She could clearly hear Lorenzo and Oscar's shouting and cursing, as well as their conversation.
She didn't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation, but their shouting was so loud that even the soundproofing in the living room couldn't cover up their voices.
Seleu just felt a little headache. She more or less understood the troubles of Arthur and the others. These people were the vanguard in the darkness, the forefront of life and death.
This is an extremely important and great responsibility. Logically, the successors of these responsibilities should have a serious and silent face, wear armor, hold cold weapons, and have a heavy sense of solemnity.
But in fact, each of these people is more outrageous than the other. If you don’t know it in advance, it’s really hard to connect these guys with these identities.
"You're not going in?"
The old butler came over and noticed Seleu's expression and asked.
Seleu shook her head, she slowly backed away and sat down on another chair, probably thinking about something.
They were talking about the Builders, Oscar's creations, tragedy and comedy, chaos and everything else. If Seleu offered these two guys drinks, they would probably drink heavily and then vomit all over the carpet in a drunken state.
There were also descriptions of such a person in the books that Seleu had read before. It was almost the same as what he expected, with a serious face. Whenever he saw him, he was fully armed.
She always thought this was pretty cool, but the more she got along with these guys, the more Seleuci understood that virtual literature was still virtual after all. Not everyone could maintain high levels of mental concentration, and even the most serious guy would look funny when sleeping.
They are not always fully armed, they just hide their vulnerable side in the darkness where no one knows.
"The contract is ready, please both of you sign it. Oscar will retire, and you will become the new nation builder."
The voice sounded, and a strange guy walked over. He was dressed in black and carried a heavy suitcase in his hand, which contained the contracts and oaths of the builders of the nation.
Anakin, Queen Victoria's hand, with an unpleasant smirk on his face, showed up where the Queen needed him.
"Wait a moment. This is not an easy decision. I want to... rest for a while."
Seryu said softly, a tired look on his face.
"OK."
Anakin saluted Seleu and handed the suitcase to the old butler.
"Once you've signed it, just give it to me. I'll be waiting outside."
He smiled, his slightly pale face looking extremely strange, then he turned and left, leaving Seleu with some private space.
The old butler placed the suitcase on the table beside him and opened the heavy suitcase by pressing the buckle. Inside was a series of contracts, one after another, signed with various names, including Queen Victoria's name.
Unlike what Lorenzo told him, the replacement of the Nation Builders actually began half a month ago. If Seleucus wants to join this secret group, he not only needs Oscar to give up his position, but also needs the consent of other members.