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Together with the slaves and servants, they signed and pledged on the spot, and the whole process took less than 10 minutes.

Perseus and Tikola didn't feel any difference. In their eyes, the world was so simple, and there was nothing complicated.

"Brother, is this your name?" Perseus pointed to the signature on the contract, very curious.

"It's not yours."

"my name?"

"You can't read?"

After finishing speaking, Russell shook his head, raised his hand to touch Perseus' forehead, and instilled the Greek words of the current era into it: "With your IQ, learning is a painful process, so don't experience it."

Regardless of the stunned Perseus, Russell looked at Tikola with a smile: "You are different. Learning is a happy process. I will find someone to teach you, and I will meet many new friends. You will like it."

After saying this, Russell began to think about the task.

Ragnarok sounds like no difficulty, a spinning machine is enough to shake this unbalanced world.

"Brother, are you a god?"

"no!"

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"What the hell, why is this our home?"

Spyros looked at the mansion in front of him, and stared at Marmara for a moment, he was at a loss, feeling like he was dreaming.

"In black and white, this is our home."

Russell shook the contract on his hand, stuffed it in Spyros's hands, and asked him to keep it carefully, so as not to lose it.

Spyros couldn't read a single word, but he also knew the great significance of this contract. He shoved it into his arms tremblingly, and walked in with Marmara under the bow of the servants.

Again, like a dream, Spyros never imagined that he could own a manor and live a wealthy life of the upper class.

"Wait, where did you get the money to buy the house?"

Sitting in the house, Spyros, who was out of his mind, woke up suddenly, confirmed that he was not dreaming, and hurriedly asked.

"Pick it up."

"Pick it up?"

"Well, Perseus and Tikola can testify for me, just bend down and pick it up."

With that said, Russell brought a few people to the backyard to prove that he was lucky.

He bent down and dug a few times in the soil, and after a while he dug out a large wooden box, which was filled with gold and silver coins.

Because of the background of the times, these gold and silver coins are not uniform, they come from many city-states, and some patterns are printed with the heads of gods.

"Okay, a lot of money!"

Spyros supported Marmara, whose feet were weak, with a lack of vocabulary, and after holding back for a long time, he came up with a good word. Suddenly, he woke up in time and dragged the box to the room.

"Put it away quickly. This box must have been missed by the previous owner. When he comes to look for it, we will say we don't know."

Perseus stepped forward to help and lifted the big wooden box with one hand. Russell didn't care, watching the family of four scrambling to hide money.

What a joke, how could the money dug out from his yard belong to someone else?

Is there any evidence?

Call out and see if Qian dares to agree!

It is understandable that getting rich overnight will inevitably feel unreal, especially for the poor at the bottom of society like Spyros who have been struggling for a long time.

Russell didn't ask, and let them find a comfortable corner to hide the money.

dinner.

The family sat at the table and all put on new clothes, that is, a large white cloth, the kind that is used as clothes during the day and bed sheets at night.

Very good, close to nature!

"Hey, how much does this table cost?"

Spyros looked at the full dining table and began to feel sorry for the money bag, but he couldn't save it. Perseus had a huge appetite, and saving money meant he wouldn't be able to eat enough.

It’s fine if you can’t get enough to eat when you’re poor, but if you can’t get enough to eat when you’re rich, that’s not justified.

"The money is not spent, it just becomes what we like, and continues to stay with us, like Perseus' stomach."

Russell picked up a piece of barbecue and lost his appetite after two bites. He thought about going out for a walk tomorrow and collecting some condiments in the mountains, otherwise he really couldn't eat it.

At this time, a servant handed over the invitation card, saying that it was the king's banquet tomorrow.

The king's dinner was given to the former owner of the house, not to the Spyros family, and the reason was to celebrate the firing of the first shot against the gods, that is, the downing of the statue of Zeus.

Because communication basically relies on roaring and traffic basically relies on walking, the king of Argos, Kepus, did not know that the army had been wiped out, so he held a banquet according to the original plan, waiting for the soldiers to return in triumph.

Russell looked at it twice, but didn't show any interest, and handed the invitation to Perseus. If he is interested, he can take Tikola with him.

Anyway, no one collects tickets, so you don’t eat for nothing.

When Perseus learned that there was a big meal, he was very happy, and it was written on his face that it became a silly smile.

Snapped!

"It's so silly to laugh, you have to smile like this to me to have connotations."

Russell slapped him with a slap, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a mature and steady smile of a successful person.

"Brother, you look good or bad."

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Russell rolled his eyes, not wanting to be seen like a fool.

Aside, when Spyros and Marmara learned that their two sons could read and write, it was unbelievable for a while, and it was a good thing, and then they didn't think much about it.

Marmara attaches great importance to the banquet, mainly because now that he has money, the marriage of his two sons must be put on the agenda.

She felt that the daughter of an ordinary family was not good enough for her precious son, so she wanted to find a woman of the right age at a banquet where rich people gathered.

This is the mother, even if the son is a piece of shit, they are very precious.