Billionaire God of War Chapter 1901

Chapter 1901

Harkness didn’t ask anymore and just acted as Ethan’s driver. He followed Ethan’s directions and arrived at a particular place.

Harkness had been based in Europe for so many years, but he hadn’t come to this place before either.

It was a cemetery.

And it was a cemetery that was specially reserved for those longstanding aristocratic families of the Third World.

But at one glance, it looked a little bare and didn’t really look like a cemetery for the richest and most powerful people in the world. Besides being huge, it didn’t look all that opulent or luxurious.

In fact, it looked a little desolate.

There were fallen leaves all over the ground, and they started flying gently as the wind blew.

It was very bare and rather quiet.

By right, a cemetery for such people should look very grand.

After all, these were longstanding aristocratic families who would have placed great importance on what happened to them after they died, and that’s why they got themselves such a huge cemetery in the first place.

But it didn’t look like anybody was even taking care of this place.

Harkness glanced at Ethan. “What’s going on?”

He could hardly believe what he was seeing.

“Are you sure this is the cemetery for those aristocrats?”

Ethan nodded.

“Five or six aristocratic families were all buried here,” said Ethan. “But only the Salos are left now.”

He turned to look further into the cemetery and just walked in without saying anything.

Harkness looked around before hurrying after Ethan.

He still found it hard to believe. If this place was so important, then someone should at least rake the leaves and clean the place up.

From afar, they could smell the strong stench of alcohol in the wind.

Someone was guarding this place.

Ethan walked to the other end and found an old man with white hair and an unkempt beard sitting in a corner.

His clothes were a mess and he looked as filthy as a beggar. He reeked of alcohol and his disheveled manner would make most people avoid him.

“Who are you two?” The cemetery caretaker glanced up at Ethan. He had drunk quite a bit, but his mind was still alert.

His eyes were cloudy and it was hard to tell what he was thinking about.

“This place doesn’t have the person you’re looking for, and it’s no scenic spot either.”

“I’m not looking for anybody and I’m just walking around,” said Ethan. “And I thought I’d get myself a drink too.”

He picked up the bottle of beer on the ground and shook it lightly to find that it was completely empty.

“Young man, this is not a place you can come to, and it’s certainly not a place you should be in,” said the cemetery caretaker flatly as he kept his eye on Ethan.

“Then where should I be?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“But I’m already here. Since I’m here, I should take a look.”

The cemetery caretaker fell silent for a moment before scoffing lightly and leaning back against the wall. He snorted, “Sure, go ahead and have a look. Just don’t disturb me.”

Then he shut his eyes and ignored the two of them.

“What a strange old man,” muttered Harkness under his breath.

He turned to find that Ethan had already walked off, so he quickly ran to catch up with him.

The cemetery was huge.

It covered at least 1,000 square meters, and the distance between each gravestone was quite large. It was clear that even though these people were already dead, they still wanted to ensure sufficient space for themselves.

“Such a huge cemetery only has one old man keeping watch, and he doesn’t even clean this place at all. What a surprise,” said Harkness. “Ethan, do you think that old man is just a homeless guy?”

A cemetery caretaker ought to at least sweep the place and make the area look neat and tidy.

Even ordinary people’s cemeteries were maintained decently, what more a cemetery for aristocrats.

Ethan didn’t say anything and wasn’t concerned about these things at all. He continued to step on the fallen leaves as he looked at each gravestone he walked past, as if he was looking for something in particular.

Every gravestone was engraved with the person’s name, identity and life, so it was very clear who was buried where.

He looked at one and decided that this wasn’t it, and continued on the next one. He just kept going even after five or six gravestones.

“What are you looking for?” asked Harkness curiously as he followed behind Ethan.

“I’m looking for someone,” said Ethan as he continued his search.


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