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In this way, after some deletions, the new noble succession bill was officially released.

It was unanimously approved by the House of Lords and the House of Commons, and was enacted throughout England.

There is nothing among the people, after all, this law is about the aristocracy, and they don't have the heart to bother with such idle matters.

And in Oxfordshire, a fertile and fertile place, not only the royal family owned a large amount of land here, but also the church and the nobility were entrenched here.

Here, at Baron Bled's Palace, a debate was going on.

The old Baron Bled, with a sallow face, white lips, and withered yellow hair, lay on the edge of the bed, his whole body trembled, his eyelids slightly open, and he couldn't stop panting, and his whole body seemed to tremble.

His right hand was open, and his index finger seemed to point somewhere.

Everyone followed the glance, and it was a pair of armor in the bedroom, and next to the armor was the heraldic banner of the Brad family.

In this regard, everyone was silent, and the family, His Excellency the Baron still couldn't rest assured that the Brad family.

The White Horse Valley is home to most of Oxford's arable land, and Baron Bled is one of the largest landowners in the Oxford White Horse Valley.

How so? The Bled family owns more than a dozen estates, large and small, with an area of 100 square kilometers, and it takes half a day to walk by bicycle.

The huge amount of land has given him unimaginable wealth, with more than 10,000 acres of arable land alone, and the grain produced can meet the food rations of the people of Oxfordshire for half a year.

The Bled family, rooted in the White Horse Valley region, has a huge network of contacts and relationships in the White Horse Valley and the entire Oxford County, even in this era of aristocratic decline, the Bled family is still powerful, and Baron Bled is not afraid to represent the county governor and the county government of the royal power.

The Brads own their own castle and, despite the restrictions imposed by the royal family, the Baron still has hundreds of well-trained private soldiers.

It can be said that in Oxfordshire, apart from the government, the Bryd family is the largest force.

It's a pity that this nobleman, who has been inherited for hundreds of years, has encountered a hurdle that is difficult to cross today.

The aged Baron Brad, forty-three years old, was ill and could not move.

And most fatally, he did not have a male heir.

There are no sons or nephews, only two daughters who are still relatively pretty.

At the end of his life, Isamore, the magistrate of the county, William, the county lieutenant, who held military power, Will the overseer, and, because of His Excellency the Baron, sent Commissioner Totl.

The four of them remained silently by the bedside, with a sad look on their faces, bowed their heads, muttered to each other from time to time, and then looked at His Excellency the Baron on the bed, as if waiting for something.

And if you look closely, you will find that the four of them don't have much sadness at all, and the expressions on their faces are just performances.

Yes, it's not a friend or relative, it's just a strange baron, a baron who is struggling to breathe, ready to see God.

His Excellency's wife and two daughters sat on the edge of the bed with tears in tears, wiping tears from the corners of their eyes with a handkerchief from time to time.

"John, what do you want us to do after you leave?"

The flesh on the baroness's face was squeezed into a ball, and her eyes were squeezed into a slit, and tears flowed from the narrow slit, which showed that she was indeed sad.

The two aristocratic ladies did not have the same brilliance and vigor as before, and their faces were intertwined with fear and sadness, looking decadent.

In the final analysis, they are just teenage girls, and their usual prestige is just through their father's power, but now they are showing their true state.

Hearing this sad word from his wife, Baron Brad's eyes widened, and his throat babbled, but not a word was formed.

But his index finger was still pointing at the flag, the one with the Brad family coat of arms, which looked so stubborn and stubborn.

Seeing this, the three women cried even more sadly, and the county magistrate on the side looked at the raised finger of His Excellency the Baron, and felt a different feeling in his heart, took a step forward, glanced at the flag, and comforted the baroness in a soft voice:

"Madam, the festival is good, all this is my lord's arrangement, I only hope that His Excellency the Baron will serve my lord in heaven and no longer have to endure the pain of illness!"

"I don't doubt that he will be blessed in heaven, but what will happen to me and my two daughters when he is gone, and what will happen to the three of us, O Lord Almighty!"

As he spoke, he seemed to fantasize about the "poverty" life that his mother and daughter faced after they exhausted the private money they had accumulated in the past, and the neighbors of those common people after leaving the aristocratic class.

Thinking of this, the baroness felt sad in her heart, and the water in the slit flowed faster and faster.

And the poor baron also seemed to anticipate the future life of his wife and daughter, and his heart was full of regret, in the previous years, he did not prepare his wife and daughter's private property in advance, resulting in a fall of illness, and it was too late to buy it.

Although His Excellency comforted the Baroness, he thought in his heart how to smoothly transfer this fertile estate into the hands of the royal family, so as to add points in front of His Majesty.

The commissioner of the heraldic bureau on the side, the quill in his hand has been stopping at the column of the Brad family in front of him, ready to cross out the family crest and family name.

The Lord Lieutenant and the Lord Overseer, like the Lord Governor, acted as witnesses to the destruction of the Brad family.

A family that has been around for hundreds of years is about to be severed, and the county magistrate can't help but have some regrets and pities in their hearts.

Baron Brad, who was lying on the bed, naturally knew the consequences, so he had been barely holding on, wanting to prolong the family's demise.

Time passed slowly, and the Baroness and her two daughters, plus the county magistrate and others, waited patiently for the final result, also to witness this rare moment.

"Madame, ma'am—" Just as the Baron looked like he was about to leave, a hurried voice came from afar.

Everyone in the room looked up one after another, and looked at the door where the sound came from, only to see a man about forty years old, dressed in the clothes of a butler, his face flushed, and he couldn't stop panting.

"Madame, my lords!" After calming down the emotions in his heart, the butler finally realized his identity, and then bowed to everyone and said softly.

The smile on his face is open, as bright as a chrysanthemum, which makes people unconsciously feel happy.

"News has come from London, His Majesty the King has promulgated a new inheritance law, allowing men within five generations of the family to inherit the title to the main branch!"

The housekeeper spoke quickly, but he pronounced the words clearly, and everyone understood the meaning at once.

"Has the council approved it?"

After hearing this, a smile immediately appeared on the baroness's face, like a pleated chrysanthemum, which was a little unacceptable.

The county magistrate on the side reacted and asked a point.

"The House of Lords and the House of Commons have already approved it, it was approved yesterday, and today notices have been posted in all major cities of Oxford!"

"That's wonderful, God forbid!"

The Baroness hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and the Lord Baron, who was lying on the bed, finally closed his eyes, but his index finger was still stubbornly pointing at the flag.