The day after Ian returned to the mansion, Shana went to the capital to buy the latest newspaper.

"And yesterday's?" Ian held out his hand again.

"Young Master, here. Xia Nai took out a large handful of newspapers from his pocket: "I bought everything back for the past few days." ”

A pile of newspapers was thrown onto the desk, and the originally clean and tidy desk was filled with countless materials, and Ian did not allow anyone else to touch it.

That looks like good news, though.

Growth began to slow down, and in just one day, there were a lot fewer people voting. But the bad news is that no more people think he's telling the truth. It's just that because of Oleg's appearance, the panic was temporarily contained, but they just chose to wait and see.

Oleg alone is not enough, the blood clan is not known to the world at all, the people of yesterday were afraid of Oleg's power, but more people still do not believe that the blood clan can set off any bloody storm.

Voting is now a matter of his net worth and life.

"Oleg, Oleg!" Ian shouted like a goose.

He didn't shout twice before a fist slammed into his head.

"What about aristocratic etiquette? dare to shout in the study? Are you really a different person, Hugh Druman, now that your father is not here, Pamelissa, teach him aristocratic etiquette again. ”

Outside the study, Pamulissa poked out a small head and peeked at it. She shouldn't embarrass her Young Master Ian, but Oleg is now the backbone of the family, and his existence makes everyone choose to stand back and see.

Including the House of Lords.

In the past few days since they returned home, except for the report that the Black Tower will send on time, the others have not said a word about what happened in the small northwest town, as well as Isha's affairs.

"What's the best way to do it now?" Ian gave up his place and stood honestly in front of Oleg.

"The Bloodline Guild is starting to contact me. Oleg showed the envelope in his hand: "Mimeographed by the head of the union." ”

"Who is he?"

"I don't know, and probably no one knows. It stands to reason that the longer the blood clan lives, the stronger it gets, and there are very few cases like me that skip the level of challenge. If the default first seat is stronger than the second, and the second seat is stronger than Ficher, then the chief's lifespan may be more than three thousand years. ”

"Three thousand...... Will that be the best ...... in the world?"

"If it were you, would you dare to say that you are the best in the world? Think about it with your brain, Hudruman, don't be so stupid anymore. ”

"I don't have a fraction of your life combined. Ian only dared to curse twice in his head, but he still said, "Or is it because of the panic?"

"No one dares to come forward, it's all half-truths and half-truths. Everyone knows that the Black Tower has an immortal page, but since they are studying immortality, where did the previous immortal page go? Oleg opened the envelope, glanced at it, then burned it with a spirit spell, patted the ashes, and continued: "We don't know if the chief exists, but his words are still very good, the third position of the blood clan union is given to me now." After a while, the second seat will invite me to tea, and I will also come forward at the union meeting. ”

"And then ......?" Ian was listening to a story.

"And then, call someone to fight?" Oleg knew the entire Blood Clan Union well: "There are a total of 40,000 people in the Blood Clan now, and everyone is a natural warrior and assassination master, as long as they can be organized, they must be a force to be reckoned with." ”

"Isn't that the wrath of the people?"

"So to have you, there is the Ian family, we are regular mercenaries who support the Ian family, we will not harm ordinary people, everyone thinks that our goal is your goal, and the Ian family's reputation has always been very good. ”

"Wait, you're using me?"

Syllable. Oleg threw a book on Ian's head.

"Then I'm going now, and I'm going to revitalize the Blood Clan Guild. ”

"Hey, hey, don't, boss, Oleg boss, please, the matter has become that the Ian family is all yours ......"

"Hey, Xiudruman, you can drink blood indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, I don't covet you family. After all, Oleg sat back anyway.

"But isn't that too much of a coincidence...... Isha was arrested, I went to look for you, I was targeted, you took the opportunity to kill people, gain fame and fortune, and then support me, a million profits, isn't it too smooth......?"

"Finally willing to use your brain, Chumore, your child has grown up. Oleg poured himself a glass of red wine: "Let's take a look today, is this a coincidence?" Hugh Luman, do you know what the key point is to defeat Ficher?"

"Spells?" Ian said, "I saw you use a spell when you killed him. ”

"That's not the most critical, the most critical thing is that Ficher's reaction is much slower than it was a hundred years ago. Oleg gestured: "That's a lot, about 0.01 seconds." ”

"Why?" a bad premonition flashed through Ian's mind.

Hearing this, Oleg's eyes began to stare at Ian, and the cat-like pupils seemed to light up differently at the moment, like a whirlpool, pulling all of Ian's thoughts into it.

Hallucinations began to appear in his mind, but they were not intense, he could still see Oleg, he could see this study, and his body could still move.

But it's like, when I was dreaming, a strange figure appeared.

It was Oleg's finger, as if it had tapped in his own heart.

In a trance, Ian returned to the study, Oleg drank the red wine in the glass, and Ian's nose was full of fragrant wine.

"What did you do?" said Ian, his back covered in cold sweat.

"I'm trying to weaken you, just as I've done to weaken Ficher in the past hundred years. Oleg looked at Ian with a proud look on his face, "Have you ever heard, 'witchcraft'?"

To be honest, even the erudite Isha still has ten pages of Black Tower, and the understanding of "witch" only exists in books. Maybe they can tell that the other party is from the witch clan when they see a certain costume, but there are still very few people who can actually use witchcraft.

For this, Oleg took a life guarantee, and even Ficher had never heard of it, let alone the little aristocratic young master in front of him.

"It's the kind of sorcery that uses delayed spells, yes, I've seen it. Ian quickly reacted, rummaged through the cabinets, and took out all the precious documents.

When he lined up in front of Oleg one by one, the other party's eyes were straight.

"This ...... You're ...... Where did you get it from?" Oleg probably didn't understand the words, just stared at the hand-drawn paper.

"You don't understand, these are all left by my father, because of this, and there are wizards who came to rob ......."

Before he could finish speaking, Oleg held up a finger, and Ian saw his brow furrow deeply furrowed, and his movements became cautious.

"Stay away. ”

When Ian heard this, he retreated directly to the floor-to-ceiling window, picked up the curtains and wrapped himself tightly.

Since Oleg just mentioned witchcraft, perhaps he himself knows witchcraft. Although he didn't finish that half sentence, looking at his serious expression now, I'm afraid there is really something.

How deeply hidden is this blood clan?

Boom.

A faint blue flame appeared in Oleg's hand, and he slowly moved the flame closer to the piece of paper that Ian had left alone.

Ian gasped and grabbed the curtain in his hand.

But the next moment, instead of seeing the paper burned by the flames, instead, the flames quietly licked the yellowed paper, and nothing happened.

"Hey...... Oleg ......"

"Shhhh ”

Without hesitation, Oleg increased the intensity of the flames, and the blue flames almost engulfed the entire room, but still did not destroy the small piece of paper.

But soon, Ian clearly saw that a bright red appeared in the deep blue like the sea. It seems to be an undersea volcano preparing to erupt, and it is like the eyes of an ancient beast in the trench.

"Roar!"

A furious roar sounded in the hearts of the two of them, like a real beast, Ian trembled inside, and his whole body seemed to lose strength, as if a big hand was gripping his heart, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

But Oleg was not afraid at all, as if facing a battle, he grabbed the paper with his right hand and slowly left, still suspended in the air by the paper, and the two hands together increased the output of power.

"Roaring !!"

This time, the sound seemed to be close to the ear. Ian felt a beast stomp its foot on his desk, and when he tried to look up, he saw that the red had turned into a substantial red glow, forming a giant moth.

But it looks like it's as terrifying as a falcon.

Oleg's blue flames finally had an object to attack, and the dark blue bats and moths quickly fought together, two substantial energies collided with each other, and the pages of the entire room flew, but Oleg on the chair did not move.

After all, this is just a shadow, and it can't be the opponent of this blood clan.

Soon, the room was calm again. Pamelissa politely knocked on the door and asked if she needed to clean it.

"Hudruman, come here. There were obviously a few beads of sweat on Oleg's forehead, and he raised the paper in his hand: "Where did you get this thing?"

"The secret room, my father had a secret room in the villa on the south side, and he put these things there. Ian stepped forward and said, "There were twelve pages in all, but when I went looking for it, I met a wizard who told me to bring these things to him, or I would die of witchcraft." I left a page for myself, and he didn't seem to notice. ”

"It's the real thing...... I want to think about it, but you say it's Chumore's...... You mean he has this thing himself?"

That's what the letter says, anyway. ”

"Hmm...... Although I don't want to doubt Chumore, if his secret possession has its own justification, then it could be dangerous. ”

"That ...... What is it?"

"It's a mark left by the Wu clan, and those twelve pieces of paper should have this kind of mark. There is their stored power inside, and the moth just now should be the totem of a certain witch clan. ”

"Totem?" Ian remembered the wizard he had met, the horn of his head that looked a bit like the wings of a moth.

Sharp and sharp, like a knife cut.

"It looks like you've already messed with them, and there are some things I have to let you know. ”