How could trash like them live better than the old town mayor on Baker Street or the farmers of Brown Farm?2

Liszt had thought about it for several nights and still could not understand. In the end, he could only come to one conclusion…0

They truly had good fathers.0

The survivors who had the courage to stand outside the shelters and face radioactive dust and the endless winter were indeed heroes.0

Not only had they endured the despair of falling from utopia into the abyss, they had even helped their useless descendants finish the tasks that should have been their responsibilities.0

And that was the worst part.0

They had created a fairytale world for their children, to the point that 200 years later, the nobles saw the wasteland as something that couldn’t affect them.0

And their interpretation was not wrong, either. For their wasteland truly had ended long ago…0

At that moment, there was a knock outside the study. His most capable subordinate, Han Long, pushed open the door and walked in. “Sir, the administrator is here.”0

Liszt tossed the card aside and immediately turned toward him. “Please let him...0