"Party! Party! A wonderful party!"
In the Stuart family mansion, Oscar held up his wine glass, stepped on the table, shouted a few times, sneezed loudly, climbed down the table tremblingly, and wrapped himself in a warm blanket.
“After the disaster, everything is waiting for revival… This is really a good time to celebrate, to celebrate that everyone survived.”
He sat obediently on the sofa, clutching the blanket and wiping his nose.
The temperature in the room was extremely low. Even the Stuart family was plunged into the cold due to the damage of the pipes. However, Oscar thought that it was a big deal. After all, people had survived tenaciously before the advancement of technology. Now they were just missing the past.
Thinking of this, he threw a few more pieces of wood into the fireplace in front of him to make the fire burn more vigorously.
Of course, memories are memories, and Oscar was very concerned about keeping warm. After all, his rheumatic knees couldn't stand such cold.
The heavy rain had caused so much pain to his old body that he had reluctantly dropped his crutches a few days ago.
"Your leg is healed so quickly?"
A voice was heard, Oscar looked to the other side, it was Selyu who was working in the office, she lowered her head, correcting documents while speaking.
The room seemed a bit crowded, filled with miscellaneous items, blankets everywhere, and a sofa with dents on it, which looked like someone had slept in one corner and bent it.
"I'm a veteran of many battles!"
Oscar patted his legs vigorously and said proudly.
Seleu just sneered at this and continued with his work.
There was a lot of noise outside the door, and it seemed that there were a lot of people.
This was a very unusual thing. There were never many people in the Stuart family. Most of them were servants and guards. They rarely broke the silence and made the mansion noisy.
The door was pushed open, and the old butler was holding a cup of hot coffee and yelling at the people in the corridor.
"Slow down! Keep your voice down!"
He closed the door and walked in, complaining.
"Don't these guys from the Purification Agency know how to be more careful?"
He raised his head and looked at Seleu who was working, then looked at the room full of miscellaneous items, which looked like a warehouse, and the old man leaning against the fireplace, eating and drinking for free. He couldn't help but feel a nameless anger rising in his heart.
Since the rainstorm, the Purification Agency suffered the most serious damage. The Black Mountain Hospital was crowded with wounded, and there were many unfortunate people like Red Falcon who were homeless. The Platinum Palace did not have much energy to spare because it had to assist civilians. Therefore, the Stuart family came to assist the Purification Agency, or to be more precise, the Builders of the Nation came.
In addition to most of the projects that are already in progress, the Stuart family has currently developed most of the properties in Old Dunling to accommodate these homeless unfortunates and serve as a temporary office location to house minor documents rescued from the purge agency.
The most important part was evacuated as early as the death row plan. Everything now will speed up the self-healing of the purification agency.
As a result, the Stuart mansion became noisy. Except for the few rooms that Seleu had left for himself, the other rooms were crowded with people from the Purification Agency. In order to prevent these guys from accidentally breaking the expensive handicrafts, they were repackaged and piled up in the corner, making the room look like a warehouse.