Urban Carefree Sovereign

On the four walls hung portraits of all the masters of the Heavenly Stone Castle of various eras, and among these people, there were some that people recognized, some that they didn't. There were artists, powerful soldiers, and many other geniuses in various fields. They were all extremely shocking, including Da Vinci, Van Gogh, and Napoleon.

In addition, in the middle of the living room were the scepters of the various European countries. This was the most crucial point. To possess these things, once again, this castle was shrouded in a mysterious veil.

At the side of the reception hall, there was an exquisite small table made of pure ivory. The surface of the table was very neat and tidy, and a calendar was placed on it. On both sides of the table, two people who could make the entire continent tremble with a single stomp of their feet were sitting down, seemingly discussing something.

Seeing Chen Yufan push open the door and enter, the two of them stood up at the same time. On his right hand side, there was a middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo and a hat, walking stick in hand. His face was pale, but he was incomparably handsome, bringing with him a sense of wisdom and elegance. The elder on the right was dressed in a suit, giving him the appearance of a gentleman. However, his hands looked old, with silver hair and black eyes. He had the blood of an Asian man.

This old man was none other than the master of the Heavenly Stone Castle, Ke Lisi.

But other than the few remaining people, no one knew that this Ke Lisi actually didn't have control over his Heavenly Stone Castle; he was merely a figure who was pushed to the front of the stage. Upon seeing Chen Yufan, Ke Lisi immediately greeted him respectfully, and said: "Young Master, you're back!"

"En!" Chen Yufan replied lightly, then directly walked in front of Prince Bruhl.

Seeing that the true owner of the Heavenly Stone Castle had returned, Prince Bruhl showed a respect that he had never shown before. He stood up, and the two of them gave European nobility salute to each other before sitting down again. However, Prince Bruhl was more or less nervous when facing Chen Yufan. After all, what he was facing was not only the master of the mysterious Heavenly Stone Castle, but also a strong Ranker that had reached the eleventh rank.

Ever since Chen Yufan came to Europe, a series of events had not made his life monotonous. At the same time, he was surprised to discover that warriors, or those who surpassed the power of nature, existed not only in the East China, but also in the West. However, it was called martial arts and magic in the east. But in the West, these special abilities were known as battle-qi and magic.

What was common between East and West, however, was superpower. Also, in this world which was generally used in this way, there was a fixed term and a fixed rank, unlike the East which was not at all at the Sky, Earth, Profound, Yellow realm or some kind of martial artists. The world's common definition was very simple and clear, whether it was magic, combat power, martial arts, or magic, they were all divided into levels one to ten according to their might.

In the history of the west, other than the strongest Pope and the Demon God Cain Kura, who was a legendary level 13, no one had ever been able to reach level 10 in terms of power. Now that Chen Yufan had surpassed level 11, it was only natural for him to be in awe of him.

It was not only Prince Bruhl who was respectful, even Ke Lisi maintained a kind of terrifying respect towards this young master. Although he had already been the owner of this fortress for seventy years in name, in front of Chen Yufan, he did not dare sit down. He only respectfully stood behind Chen Yufan, and even now, he was no exception.

He crossed his legs and received the best cigar in Europe respectfully from Ke Lisi. Chen Yufan laughed out loud with his brows knitted: "His Royal Highness, you seem to have encountered some trouble? Looking at your face, let me feel a kind of bad breath, that is the tension and worry, can you say? What happened? "

Prince Bruhl immediately trembled, he knew that he could not hide his feelings in front of this expert, thus he stood up again, bent down, and said respectfully: "Chen, we have indeed met some troubles, and need your help, I hope that you will help us on account of your friendship with the God Tribe, please help us!"

Chen Yufan took a light puff on his cigar, and casually drooped his arm, and laughed: "Could it be that Vatican has launched an offensive on you?"

Prince Bruhl immediately shook his head and said, "No, it's not like that. Only, as you know, our headquarters are in England. To live in this world, we have to deal more or less with the royal family. And our god race has always had a good relationship with Royal House Of England, because we have a common enemy.

Now, His Majesty Catherine has also agreed to a treaty with Queen Elizabeth of England. The majority of the titles of our God Clan were conferred by the British Royal Family. To be able to walk under the British sun in the open is related to the British royal family. "So …"

Without waiting for Prince Bruhl to finish speaking, Chen Yufan interrupted him and asked, "What does that have to do with me?"

Prince Bruhl pursed his lips and found it hard to continue speaking, "The princess of Royal House Of England, Sophia, the first successor to the Queen of England, has contracted a rare disease. Chen, I know that your cultivation is strong and you have extraordinary talent in medicine, so I hope that you can help us. Otherwise, the royal family will definitely fall apart because of the fall of our throne.

"What about the royal doctors? What did they say?" Chen Yufan asked curiously. After all, the Royal House Of England had their doctors in charge, just like the doctors in ancient China. There should be all the best doctors in the world gathered there, and it didn't seem to be the right place to do it.

When the topic of palace doctors was mentioned, Prince Bruhl immediately said with disdain: "Those trash are simply useless. They actually said that Your Highness was not sick, they just had the chills. But it is true that Princess Sophia has been in a coma for a month, this group of trash! "

Chen Yufan gave an "oh" look, and then said after pondering for a moment: "Then is this Catherine's idea, or your idea!"

Prince Bruhl slowly said: "It is Your Majesty's wish, and our intention as well. Please make your move no matter what!"

This Prince Bruhl who came from a British Empire and called himself a god race was naturally not an ordinary human. He was Strigoi. It was difficult for the ancient Cain Strigoi to imagine a prince of Strigoi using such a tone to talk to a human. However, in the face of someone even more powerful, they could only be humble for a moment.

The level of the Strigoi was very strict. Bruhl, this prince, had the strength of a level nine spirit beast, and could be said to be an existence that was tens of thousands of people under one person. There were a total of twelve fake Strigoi Princes, and above them, was naturally the lord of Strigoi. They usually had the strength of Tenth Perfection.

The woman that Prince Bruhl respectfully called His Majesty was the leader of the order. Someone that was even higher than the leader was naturally the Blood Emperor, but there had been no Emperor for many years already. Therefore, Catherine was undoubtedly the highest level Strigoi found in the British Territory. In this world, there were only three people who could be called a Lord.

The classification of Strigoi was pretty much the same as the warriors in China. From the first stage to the Nine Grade, the current Bruhl was basically a Nine Grade expert. The strength of the son of a Marquis would be inferior to no less than one level. These ranks were only at the 87654 rank, and for Strigoi at the first, second, and third ranks, there were no titles that were similar in status to that of blood servants.

And the so-called grade ten Great Perfection in the west was almost like a demigod, corresponding with the Eastern warriors. Rank 10 was naturally the Grand Master. Rank 11 was the Innate Grand Master, rank 12 was the Golden Dan of the Martial Dao, and rank 13 was the Martial Saint. Thus, the hierarchy of power between the west and east was still the same.