Fifty years after signing in, I became a blood clan boss

The Bruch clan, whose headquarters is located north of the city of Lemia.

The northern part of the Nikara Kingdom is basically the fiefdom of the Bruch clan, covering an area of more than 600,000 square kilometers.

As one of the seven royal families, the Bruch clan is like a huge empire.

The magnificent and huge palace has no end in sight, and it is full of luxurious castles.

Compared to the size of the Bruch clan, the fiefdom of the Count of Kastein was a joke.

At this moment, inside a magnificent palace.

Dressed in a sumptuous purple-gold robe and a dark red shawl, the Marquis of Bruch sat high.

His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were as sharp as eagle falcons looking at the person kneeling on one knee below.

The marquis-level coercion made the man tremble and be extremely frightened.

“You haven’t found out the truth about Wu’er’s murder for more than a year?”

Marquis Bruch’s voice was cold and full of murderous intent.

His Earl’s subordinates quickly kowtowed: “Lord Marquis, please stop being angry, it is the incompetence of his subordinates.” ”

“Hmph! If it weren’t for the fact that our Bruch family suffered heavy losses in last year’s war with Azeroth and was short of available people, I would have sent you to meet the Ancestor Lilith! ”

Marquis Bruch snorted coldly.

He lived for more than 3,000 years and experienced the loss of a child for the first time.

When he went to battle, Marquis Bruch had a hunch that this would be a bitter battle, and the blood tribe was likely to be unable to defeat the orcs.

Therefore, out of personal feelings, he deliberately left his only son in his ancestral land and did not take Marston to the battlefield.

Who would have thought that something would happen to Marston staying in his ancestral land?

The Marquis of Bruch will never forget what he saw a year ago:

The son’s mutilated body lay on the cold ground, his head shattered into countless pieces, mixed with the earth; There are wounds cut by magic weapons on the body, as well as marks similar to those after sun burning.

Died such a miserable death!

What puzzled him the most was that vampires could never have superpowers related to the sun, and the battle took place at night, so what was the explanation for the residual aura of solar essence on Marston’s wound?

There is not a single living mouth in Marston Castle.

It directly made this case an unsolved case.

“Don’t hurry up and get out to check !!!”

The more Marquis Bruch thought about it, the more angry he became, and he roared like a lion at the count’s subordinates below, “Give you another month, don’t come back to see me until you find out the truth!” ”

“Subordinates take orders!”

The count hurriedly retreated, fearing that the Marquis of Bruch would repent, and captured him back to eat him.

“Don’t let me find out who killed Marston, or Marquis Ben will definitely let you live better than die!”

Marquis Bruch gritted his teeth.

Then he waved his hand and ordered the attendant: “Bring all the women here!” ”

The only heir was killed, he now has no successor, and he needs to work hard to create people, and for the past year, the Marquis of Bruch has been busy all night, sweating in the coffin, performing a very primitive manual labor.

But I didn’t see any woman’s belly getting bigger.

On the contrary, the contradiction with the Marquise is growing.

This further escalated his resentment and hatred of the murderer!

Suddenly, a servant ran in and reported:

“Lord Marquis, Count Kastanin and his butler have come to visit, and they are waiting outside the castle at the moment, do you want to let them in?”

“Huh?”

Marquis Bruch was stunned, “Kastanin… That guy isn’t dead yet? ”

“Nope.” The servant replied truthfully, “But looking at him like that, he is about to go to the Kingdom of the First Ancestor God.” ”

“Hmph! Kastanin has become a half-dead waste, and he even came to the door? ”

Marquis Bruch’s expression was very indifferent, and he said lightly, “Contaminated by the poison of the Medusa family, he will definitely die!” He just wants to borrow some of my essence blood to continue his life, let him go back, no see!” ”

Early death and early reincarnation, what else do you struggle with?

Although Count Kastanin had followed him on the battlefield for many years and made countless achievements, but now he became a wasted person, then he lost all his value and wasted his fiefdom alive.

How precious is his essence blood?

Essence blood and blood are completely two concepts, even if it is the Marquis of Bruch, it takes half a month to make up for it when he gives someone a drop of essence blood.

Using such a precious thing to renew the life of a wasted person, isn’t that a violent thing?

Therefore, Marquis Bruch did not even let Kastanin and Fang Qingyan enter the gate.

……

Outside the castle, outside the iron gates.

“Please come back, Lord Count.”

The servant ruthlessly gave the eviction order, “Lord Marquis is busy with official business, and there is no time to receive you for the time being, come back next time.” ”

“He… Doesn’t he see me? ”

Castein sighed faintly, and after a few seconds of silence, he waved his hand, “Let’s go, Edward, let’s go back.” ”

Fang Qingyan glanced at the gorgeous castle in front of him expressionlessly, then pushed up his wheelchair and returned the same way.

Sure enough, what kind of son there is, what kind of old son there is.

The Marquis of Bruch was widowd and cut off all hope for Kastanin.

the sadness of the hero’s tardiness;

The desolation of the tiger falling in Pingyang.

……

“I’m dying.”

On the way, Kastanin suddenly said faintly, “Maybe it’s today, maybe it’s tomorrow, in short… Soon. ”

If it weren’t for the fact that he really couldn’t hold on, he wouldn’t have come to Marquis Bruch with a thick skin.

Unexpectedly, he really saw himself to death.

Disheartened, Kastanin leaned weakly in his wheelchair, motionless.

The man is not dead, the heart is dead first.

Fang Qingyan glanced at him and chuckled, “Don’t be so pessimistic, you can still live a long time, trust me.” ”

……

After returning to the castle.

Kastein made an amazing decision!

He asked Fang Qingyan to issue a notice and dismissed his guards, including everyone in the castle, and each of them received a staggering amount of settling expenses.

Everyone knows what that means….

“Stay and bury me before leaving, Edward.”

Kastanin said to Fang Qingyan.

Fang Qingyan nodded: “This is as it should be.” ”

To be honest, he didn’t understand.

A count who has lived for more than eight hundred years, a nobleman with infinite scenery, why is he so lonely when his life is about to reach the end.

No heirs, no lovers, no friends….

When he died, he didn’t even have a last word.

Everyone dies, but the death of Count Kastein is destined to be the most pitiful kind.

Fang Qingyan looked at the old man sleeping peacefully in the wheelchair, and silently made up his mind in his heart that he must not live so lonely, pitiful, and miserable like Kastein.

Not to mention the flocks of wives and concubines, and the children and grandchildren, how to find a few!

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