Precious materials from the original colonial plunder are preserved.

Torture instruments, images, photos, all evidence of crime.

"Tomorrow, this island will be returned to the tributary country. The garden will be burned down before the military police withdraw." Siouvel led her inside without any intention of covering it up. "But this garden, strictly speaking, is the island of Xi'an."

I can keep the contents of the Orwell family's property."

Karan passes for a photo.

A large group of nobles locked a little black-haired girl in a fence and happily fed her food.

"You can choose something to take away." Xiovel also stopped in front of this photo.

His silver hair is purer than any of the people above.

The look of frowning and disgust is more beautiful than anyone else.

But Karan couldn't see the difference between them.

"Why should I take these away..." She touched the glass display window.

It is clean, with no dust or fingerprints, and is cleaned every day by dedicated personnel.

Siouvel's voice sounded patient, steady and slow, with a teaching tone: "Many years from now, you will hope that someone still remembers history."

Many years later, the island was occupied by young residents.

They watch the TV series of the Empire, listen to the pop music of the Republic, compete to be admitted to college, and their lives are getting happier day by day.

This is naturally good.

But someone needs to remember history.

The military police will burn this place down before leaving, and they will erase precious information.

Theovil used ownership rights to preserve them.

This is his gift.

As always, it is cruel and bloody, revealing the heart and lungs without any reservations.

"I want to keep all the photos." Karan whispered.

"no problem."

——"Many years from now, you will hope that there are still people who remember history."

Karan couldn't believe that a real invader told her this truth.

They left the small museum and servants came to collect the photos.

Siouville showed her the pool and terrace.

Because Karan can't swim, the indoor swimming pool is not attractive to them. Siovel wears two pieces of clothing in such a temperature of nearly 30 degrees, and Karan suspects that he will suffer from heatstroke.

She had long since changed into a colorful silk shirt and put on slippers.

However, her mood was affected by the colonial museum, so she didn't eat much.

Xiovel looked at her and asked: "Do you want to go to the bird watching platform?"

"Where is that..."

Xiovel nodded and motioned for her to follow.

They walked towards the edge of the garden, and after a long uphill walk, a white marble platform appeared in front of them.

There are four pure gold discs on each side, held by lifelike little angel statues.

Ahead is the undulating forest sea, the chirping of birds can be heard, and the fresh air is intoxicating.

The servant handed over some food and put it in a pure gold tray.

Soon various birds came to eat.

They have different colors, beautiful wings, and lively and wild eyes.

The sound of pecking is clear and moving.

"I remember when I was a child, my father brought me pets from here." Siovel told her, "They all lived very short and were like consumables. The time and energy wasted on them almost instinctively started to disgust me.

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The servant put the remaining food on the ground and stepped away.

Karan picked up some, and a large petrel-like bird flew over her head. She stretched out her hand, and the bird pecked away the food from her palm. Its claws briefly stayed on her wrist, which was very painful, but

No wounds were left.

Xiovir grabbed her hand and glanced at it angrily.

"Don't feed with your hands."

Karan let go of his hand and a handful of food fell to the ground. Countless birds raised their wings and gathered at their feet.

Xiovir pulled her hard and kissed her.

His actions were intense.

The sound of flapping wings is like rain.
Chapter completed!