Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

This place belonged to the Anska family, a family that had existed on a blue planet for hundreds or even thousands of years.    

Mo Nan once liked to guess how much wealth they had accumulated. Later on, he realized that no matter how much he guessed, it was probably just the tip of the iceberg.    

Therefore, he began to think of a day when he could go to the Anska family's vault. If he could casually touch a few ancient artifacts, he wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of his life.    

But now, he had a chance.    

From the city to here, it was about two hours' journey by car.    

When the group arrived at the manor, two young men from the Anska family immediately came to lead the way. They were very gentlemanly, like a tour guide, introducing the history of most of the buildings in the manor.    

"This place belongs to Anska III, he was once the greatest ancestor of the family."    

"There are all the manuscripts he left behind in the past..."    

"That is the palace that the 12th lived in. But later on, he moved to another palace that he built himself."    

"Everyone, please take a look. This is the name of everyone who has worked hard to strengthen the Anska family."    

The two young men suddenly stopped and bowed deeply towards a huge stone tablet in front of them.    

Mo Nan raised his head and glanced at it. He was slightly shocked.    

It was not because some of the names on the tablet were legendary. They were the owners of some of the names. Obviously, they didn't belong to the Anska family.    

What the two of them meant was, how many of them would have the chance to go up as well?    

Jessica obviously didn't think too much about it. She looked at the stone tablet in front of her as if she had seen a history textbook, telling her about the blood and tears of the Anska family for the past few centuries.    

In front of such a monument, very few people were able to remain calm. No illness, Qin Jiang couldn't help but stare blankly.    

"Tsk, I've seen even greater stone monuments before."    

Only Mo Nan felt a little disdain in his heart. He had once gone to a memorial hall in the country. In his opinion, there was a monument there that was much taller than the one in front of him.    

For the sake of his family and for the sake of righteousness, there was no comparison between the two.    

He looked around indifferently.    

In the distance, an old man waved amiably at him.    

"You guys go rest first, I'll come later."    

They had traveled for almost a day. The most important thing for them right now was to recover their strength. Mo Nan told Jessica later and walked towards the old man.    

"Come with me."    

When Mo Nan arrived, the old man nodded with a smile and started to lead the way.    

About ten minutes later, in front of a library building, the old man reached out his hand and opened the door shakily. "This is the study room of the previous head of the Anska family. Don't restrain yourself. Come in and take a look."    

The corner of Mo Nan's mouth twitched.    

This was the study room?    

He did not stand on ceremony. Then, he strolled around the first floor of a building with dozens of bookshelves.    

On the leather cover, ancient books with yellowed pages not only recorded the Anska family, but also the major events that had happened in the past few centuries around the world.    

old rascal even found a design manuscript of Dennis Barben on the bookshelf.    

If this was taken out, it would be enough to drive some people crazy. It could be said that this piece of paper had opened an era of steel forests.    

Unfortunately, Mo Nan was not interested in this. He casually put the manuscript back on the bookshelf.    

The old man had already walked to the seat behind his desk. When Mo Nan came over, he sat down on the old beige sofa opposite him. He reached out his hand to warm himself in front of the fire not far away.    

"You guys are already so rich. Don't you know how to renovate the library and spread out a layer of heat?"    

Mo Nan rolled his eyes and complained.    

The old man looked at him with interest. Probably because no one had been so casual in front of him for a long time, he put away his polite smile and got up to give Mo Nan a blanket. He said familiarly,    

"Try it. Things in the past are not necessarily bad."    

"Oh."    

Mo Nan did not refuse.    

He took the blanket and draped it over his body. He laid down on the old sofa. A wave of fatigue swept over him in an instant.    

Not to mention, it was indeed very comfortable.    

In the end, a few minutes later, a sudden snore could be heard.    

"This guy..."    

The old man smiled bitterly.    

He was at most polite and joking just now. He did not expect that this fellow would actually take it seriously.    

"Go to sleep. In a few days, even if you want to sleep, you won't have the time."    

The old man thought for a moment and lowered his head to start his own business.    

-    

It turned out that mental fatigue was harder to recover than physical fatigue. Mo Nan woke up the next day in the afternoon. He had slept for twelve or three hours.    

He could not remember the last time he slept so soundly.    

"Well, it seems I need to put a stove in my house."    

He turned to look at the fireplace, which was still burning vigorously, and thought to himself.    

He did not think about it. With the weather in Yanjing, putting a stove in was basically useless except in winter. The remaining eight months of the year were basically useless.    

"Dear guest, please follow me."    

There must be surveillance in the old library. There might even be more sophisticated modern equipment. As soon as Mo Nan woke up, a male servant pushed the door open and walked in.    

"Wait a moment."    

Mo Nan stood up. He rubbed his face and walked to the door.    

He left the library later.    

The male servant led the way in front of him with a respectful attitude. From time to time, he would look at the man behind him who was younger than him out of the corner of his eye. His heart was full of confusion.    

"I heard that he is a guest that the old patriarch specially invited from China. I wonder what kind of identity he has that makes the old patriarch think so highly of him."    

With this thought in mind, he didn't dare to be careless. During this period of time, he saw that Mo Nan had been wiping his face, so he turned around and asked carefully.    

"Do I need to take you to wash up first?"    

"Forget it, there's no need."    

"No," Mo Nan said.    

He slept for more than ten hours. He thought that the old man who had been calling him since a week ago must have been harassing him. In fact, he had been waiting for something.    

It was not good to let an old man wait so bitterly.    

old rascal still attached great importance to tradition in his heart. He could not lose the tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young.    

The male servant nodded and continued to lead the way.    

It would take half an hour to walk to the end of the huge manor. It was even possible to go to the bathroom. On the way, he would pee in his pants. In the Anska family's house, it was not just a joke.    

In the only castle in the manor, at this moment, the most influential people of the Anska family were sitting around the table.    

"Father."    

The obese middle-aged man was sitting at the table. "I still don't feel that we need to place our hopes on him. On an outsider."    

"Rather than trust an unknown mercenary, I would rather let her disappear from Anska family's territory."    

He raised his hand and pointed at the mother and daughter across the table.