"That box of gold helped me solve this mystery."

Dwyne smiled and said, "Because, when I found that box of gold, I also found something in the box containing gold, which was left by the Tevera missionary. Do you want to know what was said above?"

Mr. Hartman nodded.

I have to admit that his curiosity has been completely revived.

"The missionary of Tvera is not as simple as it seems." Dwyne said unexpectedly: "He is a missionary, but he went to Africa with another purpose. He was assigned by a family, but he did something in Africa. As for what it was, he did not say. But this family, Mr. Hartman, I think it should be more familiar to you, the Wittgenstein family."

Mr. Hartman's eyebrows thumped.

Wittgenstein family?

Throughout Europe and the United States, there is only one Wittgenstein family.

That is your own family.

Does this matter have anything to do with your family?

But he said nothing.

"That's your family, right, Mr. Hartman?" Dwyne stared at Mr. Hartman: "In Tevera's description, after returning to Europe, he did not return to his Belgian home immediately, but first went to Wittgenstein's family to report the situation, and then the following year, an expeditionary force set out from Europe.

This expeditionary army is well-equipped, all composed of professional soldiers and has sufficient supplies. These cannot be done without strong financial support. Wittgenstein family? Yes, the Wittgenstein family, only this family can provide them with all this. Money is just a digital concept for this family.

Without any suspense, what kind of panic will this powerful army cause when it appears on the African continent? Tevela didn't know what happened in the future. He returned to Belgium, followed his friend's instructions, properly kept the box of gold, and his descendants fulfilled their promises and never had the idea of ​​gold.

So what about the Bekrami Kingdom? What was their fate? I myself, as well as the large number of historians in my organization, have conducted detailed research on the history of Africa during this period. Finally, we got a frustrating news that the Bekrami Kingdom disappeared. How could a kingdom disappear out of thin air? Even if it was a small country?

A more terrifying truth has emerged.

Massacre of the city!

That's right, it was a massacre. The Kingdom of Bekrami was terrible. From their kings to the innocent civilians below, they all died, all at the hands of the expeditionary army..."

When Mr. Hartman heard this, he raised his head: "Do you have evidence, cut Mr. Wiki?"

"I have a lot of evidence." Dwyen said calmly: "In Africa's limited historical records, there is only one record of the Kingdom of Bekrami, which was destroyed in a great plague that swept the entire kingdom. Plague? A plague can actually destroy a country? Maybe, but I don't believe it.

The current location of the Bekrami Kingdom has become deserted, but I still organized several teams to explore. We discovered many weapons and mercenaries left by colonists, many skeletons that were penetrated by bullets, and found clues left after various massacres. All of this is evidence.

And the biggest evidence is the letter left by Tevela, which can indirectly prove that the Wittgenstein family planned this massacre, a kingdom, maybe this kingdom is a little smaller, but at least there are so many innocent people, who died because of the cruelty of a family, and no one left died."

"My family is not cruel," Mr. Hartman said calmly: "On the contrary, my family is always doing their best and doing many good things, but these good things are not known to outsiders."

"Yes, the appearance of charity disguises their cruelty." Dwyne was aggressive: "But the truth is always the truth. If I publish this evidence, the Wittgenstein family will be discredited. No matter how kind you disguised before, your true face will be exposed to the public.

The United States, Europe, and all human rights organizations will accuse you of your image, your image will plummet, no one will believe you anymore, and never again. Mr. Hartman, you can imagine that when that day really comes, will you be happy as the heir to the Wittgenstein family? Will you still sit here with such peace of mind?"

"I will." Mr. Hartman smiled faintly: "I will repeat it again. My family will never do such a terrible thing as a massacre. If they do, there must be their legitimate reasons. Moreover, if you want to destroy the reputation of the Wittgenstein family, you don't have to sit here face to face with me, and you can make a statement long ago."

Dwyne also smiled and said, "That's right, so the condition I put forward is..."

"No need to say it." Mr. Hartman interrupted him without hesitation: "No matter what conditions you propose, I will refuse."

No matter what conditions you propose, I will refuse.

Dwyne was stunned for a moment: "Are you really not afraid at all?"

"My reputation has never been very good, Mr. Wiki," said Mr. Hartman lightly: "I have never cared about my reputation. As for whether the Wittgenstein family has done such a thing? I don't know, but this matter has been so long that no one remembers that there is another kingdom. Such an impact is very small for me, so I don't care.

As for you? I killed your father and brother, you have always been thinking about avenging them, right? Threat me is just your first step, and it is a very important step. You will have new methods next. So I will not negotiate with you in any form, and I refuse, because in my eyes you are just a little person."

In my eyes, you are just a little person.

A dignified I F O executive member has such a status in Mr. Hartman's eyes. You can imagine Dwyne's mood at this moment.

Dwyne's face turned pale, and he had never thought about this scene before.

Mr. Hartman stood up calmly, glanced at Dwyne, and then said slowly:
Chapter completed!