The two-winged castle in the east and west wings is hidden in a large green forest and a sea of roses, and the mountains are in the distance, beautiful poetry and painting.

It's like a wonderland.

Of course, it's the kind of fairyland that Western interrogation concept is.

The historic castle is untouched and is built on a small road leading to the castle's gates.

Luo Qiu and Youye walked down the Rose Highway, thinking about the transactions on the ledger about the gold owner, or the transactions that the Ceausescu family had been going on for hundreds of years.

For more than 500 years, the Ceausescu family has continued to use the souls of family members to buy a demonic seal time.

As for this demon, it is the 'Piercing Prince' mentioned in Yuya's mouth.

Or maybe it's the Grand Duke Vlad...... But since he can be named the Piercing Prince, Boss Luo is still easily associated with the name of Count Dracula.

However, when Boss Luo and Yuya walked to the gate of the castle, they were surprised to see a lot of modern vehicles. Although there were some expensive luxury cars among them, it was the brass-colored four-wheeled carriage that made him more interested.

It's really a carriage.

Boss Luo didn't plan to restrain anything, and there was nothing wrong with feeling like he was a tourist for a while before work. It's just that inside the castle, there should be a hustle and bustle that doesn't match this quiet sea of flowers.

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The Ceausescu family is a fairly old family on this land, which has been passed down from generation to generation and has stood tall.

In the past few days, basically the descendants of the entire family have rushed back from all over the country. The news came that Mr. Jonathan, the head of the Ceausescu family, who had just passed his 65th birthday, was diagnosed with a terminal illness and would die soon.

He called in a lawyer, apparently for the issue of wealth distribution. But according to past tradition, the vast majority of the property of the entire Ceausescu family was distributed to only one person, and the rest was distributed to the rest as if it were sent away.

In other words, Ceausescu's wealth has always been highly concentrated in the hands of a contemporary person - but it is strange that every time this wealth is inherited, it does not necessarily appear in the direct line of the head of the family.

Ceausescu's inheritance of wealth seems to have always been subject to a mysterious and ancient mechanism of judgment.

The butler, who had served the lord of the castle for nearly thirty thoughts, was now blocking everyone's steps to visit Mr. Jonathan.

"Fang Mu, why don't you let me see my grandfather!?"

The young man asked loudly in front of the old butler, and as Jonathan's direct grandson, the young Heath was extremely dissatisfied with the old butler's obstruction.

The old butler said, "My young master Hista, please forgive me for this rude behavior. But I had to follow the master's orders and not let anyone meet until he was ready. “

Heath was stunned and frowned, "You said this was my grandfather's order?"

"My young master, exactly. The old butler nodded, looking around at the young people present, as well as the older members of the Ceausescu family.

Because the heirs of the Ceausescu family were not necessarily direct descendants, and would follow secret mechanisms known only to the head of the family, he could see in the eyes of many people the greed disguised by anxiety and worry.

Of these many descendants of the Ceausescu family, only one seems to be of little concern for this. His name is Osmond, he is the same age as Hista, and he is also the grandson of Mr. Jonathan.

In the early years, the mother of the young master of Osmond originally had a very enviable engagement, and the other party was once a descendant of the sultan of a certain dynasty on this land, and it was also a very old family. It's just that Master Osmond's mother fell in love with a cook in the castle of Ceausescu's house, and the two eloped away, and later left Master Osmond.

Young Master Osmond was only recovered by Mr. Jonathan nearly a year ago, admitting that he was also a member of Ceausescu's family, but because he was the son who had eloped, he did not want to see him.

Young Osmond had already sat at the back of the crowd, and without saying a word, he walked out on his own.

He walked out of the east wing of the castle where Jonathan was living and into a quiet courtyard between the east and west wings. In the courtyard, a small labyrinth is woven into a rose hedge.

Osmond had been to the castle several times, and knew that in the middle of this labyrinth of small flower walls, there was an ancient well that had been sealed. It is said that it has long been dried up, and the boulder is pressing, so there should have been nothing surprising.

It's just that whenever Osmond passes by, his heart beats inexplicably, as if he heard something whispering.

"Mr. Osmond. ”

Suddenly, someone stopped him from behind, and when he turned around, he saw a man wearing a black robe and a silver-white cross, with a cap covering his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and only the bare part of the very white one could be seen...... Nun.

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Suddenly, a strong wind blew open the gauze curtains, and there was the sound of Hoho rolling, and the lawyer, who was discussing something with Mr. Jonathan, frowned.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jonathan, who was lying on the bed at this time, suddenly said: "You go out first, I want to be quiet, and later, I will call you again." ”

The lawyer didn't dare to say anything, he knew what terrifying wealth this old man had on this land, and he also clearly understood the power of this family within the country.

The lawyer closed the door and withdrew. Jonathan lifted the quilt at this moment, stepped out of bed, and looked at the two figures who appeared on the balcony of the room at some point with a serious expression.

Jonathan took a deep breath and said, "You're here after all." ”

"Mr. Jonathan, according to the contract time thirty years ago, the deadline is tomorrow before sunrise, please prepare. Yuya looked at Jonathan and said indifferently.

Of course, the dialogue between the two is done in special language.

Locchu could clearly understand the conversation—in Hungarian.

Well, it took five days. But in reality, it only takes five days to master a foreign language...... It's so cheap, hey!

"Mr. Isaas, long time no see. Jonathan looked calm.

In fact, it is precisely because he knows that his deadline is approaching that he is in a hurry to deal with his inheritance and choose an heir. He looked at Yuya, who had not aged for thirty years, and thought that the man next to her was naturally the owner of the club.

It's not clear why he wore the face of a clown, but Jonathan didn't want to delve too far into this ancient mystery, no matter what happened.

"Mr. Jonathan, this ......" Yuya is about to correct Jonathan's mistake.

Unexpectedly, the club's new leader waved his hand at this time, nodded, and said in fluent Hungarian: "It's been a long time." ”

The things that the new bearer is thinking about are very simple.

He didn't carry his predecessor's pot, he just came to collect the accounts......

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PS1: It's a little uncomfortable, but the update after midnight will be changed to tomorrow morning. Recently, it has been as hot as a roast pig every day, and the air conditioner has blown too often...... The body is really a catfish.

PS2: But I've also updated two chapters today, hey!Where's the ticket......_(:3"∠)_