After Signing In For 50 Years, I Became A Blood Clan Boss

【Chapter 24】: Poor Count Carstein! (fourth more)

The Bruch clan, the headquarters is located in the north of the city of Laemia.

The northern part of the Nikara Kingdom is basically the fief of the Bruch clan, with 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 majestic and huge palace can’t be seen to the end at a glance, and there are luxurious castles everywhere.

Compared to the size of the Bruch clan, the fief of Count Carstein is a joke.

At this moment, in a magnificent palace.

The Marquis of Bruch, dressed in a gorgeous purple-gold robe and a dark red shawl, sat high.

His face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he looked at the person kneeling below.

The pressure of the marquis level made the man tremble like chaff and was extremely frightened.

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

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

His subordinates kowtowed quickly: “Lord Marquis, please calm down, it’s the subordinates who are incompetent.”

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

The Marquis of 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 the battlefield, Marquis Bruch had a hunch that it would be a tough fight, and the blood race would most likely not be able to beat the orcs.

So he deliberately left his only son in the ancestral land out of personal love, and did not bring Marston to the battlefield.

Who would have thought that Marston would have an accident when he stayed in his ancestral land?

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

The son’s mutilated body lay on the icy ground, his head shattered into countless pieces and mixed with the soil; there were wounds cut by a magic weapon, and traces similar to those burned by the sun.

Die so miserably!

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 aura of the sun’s essence left on Marston’s wound?

There was no one alive in Marston Castle.

It just made the case a dead end.

“Don’t hurry out and 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 withdrew, fearing that the Marquis of Bruch would go back and take him back and eat him.

“Don’t let me find out who killed Marston, or this Marquis will make your life worse than death!”

Marquis Bruch gritted his teeth.

Then he waved his hand and instructed the attendant, “Bring all those women here!”

The only heir was killed. He has no successor and needs to work hard to create people. Over the past year, the Marquis of Bruch has been busy all night, sweating like rain in the coffin, and doing a very primitive physical labor.

But no woman’s belly got bigger.

On the contrary, the contradiction with the Marquise is getting bigger and bigger.

This further escalated his resentment and hatred for the child killer!

Suddenly, a servant ran in and reported:

“Lord Marquis, Count Carstein and his butler came to visit and are waiting outside the castle at the moment. Do you want to let them in?”

“Ok?”

Marquis Bruch was taken aback for a moment, “Castain… that guy isn’t dead yet?”

“No.” The servant replied truthfully, “But looking at him, he is about to go to the ancestors of the kingdom of God.”

“Humph! Carstein has become a half-dead cripple, and he still came to him?”

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

Early death and early rebirth, what are you struggling with?

Although Count Carstein had followed him to fight in the battlefield for many years and made countless contributions, but now that he has become a cripple, he will lose all value and waste his fiefs alive.

How precious is his blood?

Blood essence and blood are completely two concepts. Even if it is Marquis Bruch, it takes half a month to make up for a drop of blood essence given to others.

Using such a precious thing to extend the life of a crippled person, isn’t that a waste of money?

So Marquis Bruch didn’t even let Kastein and Fang Qingyan enter.

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Outside the castle, outside the iron gate.

“Please come back, my lord.”

The servant ruthlessly issued an expulsion order, “The Marquis is busy with official business and has no time to meet you at the moment. Come back next time.”

“He… did he not see me?”

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

Fang Qingyan glanced blankly at the gorgeous castle in front of him, then pushed up the wheelchair and went back the same way.

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

The Marquis of Bruch was ruthless and cut off all hope for Carstein.

The hero’s twilight sorrow;

The desolation of the tiger falling in Pingyang.

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“I’m dying.”

On the way, Carstein suddenly said quietly, “Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, in short… it’s coming soon.”

If it weren’t for the fact that he couldn’t hold on, he wouldn’t have the cheek to come to Marquis Bruch.

I didn’t expect that he was really dying for himself.

Carstein was disheartened and leaned weakly in his wheelchair, motionless.

People are not dead, the heart dies first.

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

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After returning to the castle.

Carstein made an amazing decision!

He asked Fang Qingyan to issue a notice and dismissed his personal guards, including everyone in the castle, and everyone was given a staggering amount of settlement money.

Everyone knows what this means…

“You stay and bury me before you go, Edward.”

Carstein said to Fang Qingyan.

Fang Qingyan nodded: “It should be.”

To be honest, he didn’t quite understand it.

An earl who has lived for more than 800 years, a nobleman with infinite glory, why is he so lonely when his life is about to come to an end.

No children, no lovers, no friends…

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

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

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

Not to mention the fact that there are many wives and concubines, and children and grandchildren, why don’t you find more!

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