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The corpse of the War Giant is too large to accommodate it in the current level of the Transformation Pool. It can only spill the liquid light energy in the metamorphosis pool like a fountain, and then wash it all over its body in a spray.

The broken corpse was repaired little by little, and its flesh was transformed into a light elemental body inch by inch.

I'm afraid this process will take some time. It also happened that Wu Hui suddenly received a message from someone in the nether realm. Immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after arranging the game for several days, the show was finally about to begin.

Anyway, being idle in the Kingdom of Light is also idle, and of course this good show can't be missed.

In a single thought, Wu Hui's main consciousness returned to the mortal body, and the whole process was skillful and natural, and it was obvious that Wu Hui had become more and more accustomed to this kind of life.

It felt like playing an online game on Earth, and he could log in and out at any time, which also made his life gradually more colorful.

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Plane of Light, Castle of Thorns.

Since the loss of its master, Thorn Castle has welcomed several groups of guests in the past few days, from the younger brothers and sisters of the same generation as Count Raymond, to the elders of the Raymond family, and even relatives who are already incomparably weak.

These people are personable nobles on the surface, but in their bones they are like wolves that are predatoring, and they are all staring at the temporarily ownerless land of Thorn Leader with red eyes.

The Thorn Territory covers a vast area of more than 30,000 square kilometers, with mountains, rivers, and a large number of fertile fields, and there are four cities like Lu'an City alone, and a larger and more prosperous main city that has been in operation for hundreds of years. There is a daily flow of people, and tax revenue alone is a lot of money.

Not only that, but the Raymond family has a huge fortune in their name that ordinary civilians can't even think of, as well as all kinds of money-making activities.

This is an incomparably delicious, incomparably tempting giant cake, even if you can't take it all, just a bite on it is enough to make many people "eat" to the full.

The old butler of Thorncastle was busy.

On the one hand, these relatives who came were all nobles, and he could not slack off any of them, on the other hand, the title was undecided, and his future was still a fog, and his heart was uneasy, and he even tossed and turned at night, unable to sleep.

After a few days, the old housekeeper lost a lot of weight.

this day.

In the glittering hall of the castle, a middle-aged man dressed in a dark red aristocratic dress was sitting comfortably on the main seat that should have belonged to the owner of the castle.

This middle-aged man is about fifty years old, although he is no longer young, but he is still full of energy, and his well-maintained skin has not lost its elasticity, the light blonde half-long hair is neatly combed and softly attached to the back of his head, and the blue-gray eyes are deep and misty, and the grace of his youth can be vaguely seen.

"Viscount Mars, this is the place where the master of the castle of Thorns can sit. You ......" The old butler of Thorn Castle looked at him with an embarrassed expression, and stopped talking.

"Heh~ Old John, why are you still so old-fashioned?" Viscount Mars glanced at him lightly and smiled nonchalantly, "My brother is dead, and his only designated heir, my poor nephew, has also died. According to the law of noble succession, I am the first in line to the throne, and I am the next master of Thorn Castle. It's just a matter of sitting in advance, so what's not to like?"

After saying that, he no longer bothered with the old butler, but looked around critically.

"My brother's aesthetic is as bad as ever. He frowned in disgust, and unceremoniously directed the men he had brought to begin renovating the hall.

"The style of this curtain is too old-fashioned, and it has long been out of fashion, and my brother Earl Raymond still uses it. Changed. ”

"This sofa is too old-fashioned. Changed. ”

"This ...... Changed. ”

“...... Changed. ”

“...... Changed. ”

That posture was like pointing at the country, and he didn't take the old housekeeper in his eyes at all.

Under his command, one thing after another was replaced, and in a few moments, the castle hall was unrecognizable.

The servant servants in the castle watched Viscount Mars's men messing around in the castle, and they were anxious and angry, and frequently looked at the butler.

The old housekeeper was also so angry that his face turned red and he trembled.

However, as a housekeeper, he was only a descendant of the Raymond family in the end, and he naturally didn't have to be afraid of Viscount Mars when Count Raymond was there, but now he ...... No matter how much resentment he had in his heart, he couldn't get out.

Waving his hand at the servants, the old butler took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and tried to make his last effort to persuade Viscount Mars.

However, before he could speak, another voice floated down the stairs.

"Mars, Mars, where is this, you can't wait, aren't you afraid that you won't be on the earl's throne in the end, and you will be smiling and generous?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes walked down the stairs.

Compared with Viscount Mars, this middle-aged man is obviously much younger, about forty years old, and the lines and contours of his face are very similar to those of Viscount Mars, but those deep eyes are more blue and transparent, like a cloudy sky, giving people a more comfortable feeling.

However, what impresses him more than his appearance is his temperament.

He did not wear the aristocratic clothes often worn by the nobles, but wore a knight's uniform, and the whole person looked very upright, without losing the aristocratic demeanor, graceful, noble and natural.

Seeing him, the old butler's eyes lit up slightly, and he saluted him reservedly and respectfully: "Lord Viscount Norman." ”

"Uncle John doesn't have to be formal. ”

Viscount Norman bowed slightly to the old butler in a kind manner, and then waved his hand, and the servants behind him immediately hurried down the stairs, stopping Viscount Mars's men from changing things.

Viscount Mars didn't stop it, but just looked at Viscount Norman with a cold look on his face, and his expression seemed to be smiling: "My good brother, you weren't so polite to Old John before. Why do you want to win his support, or do you want to show your demeanor as a level 4 knight? Unfortunately, you can't get the right to inherit with these alone. ”

"That's not enough. After all, you are married to the daughter of Count Carlos's family~" Viscount Norman raised his eyebrows, not only did he not get angry because of Mars's sarcasm, but showed a subtle smile, "However, this time, the younger brother may be about to disappoint the elder brother." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look behind him, and the smile on his face deepened: "Did you say, Mr. Andre?"

It was only then that Viscount Mars noticed that there was a person standing behind Viscount Norman.

The figure was slightly shorter than Viscount Norman, but his body was particularly thick and strong, with knotted muscles, arms almost as thick as two ordinary people, and a dark red beard on his face, giving people an unusually thick and thick appearance.

Not only that, but behind this man was a huge shield almost a man high. The shield was thick and heavy, and the surface was glowing with a cold black light, and just looking at the appearance, it seemed that people could feel the powerful defensive power.

This person, isn't this person the level 6 sub-saint next to his brother, Andre O'Neill?

Viscount Mars was agitated and suddenly stood up from the sofa: "Mr. Andrei, you, aren't you in the barracks......?

"Mr. Andrei, of course, I invited him back. Viscount Norman smiled wickedly, "After all, the change of earldom is a major matter for the entire Thorn Realm. In case the heir is an incompetent person who does not produce and will only lose, he will also be very troubled by the old man. ”

Hearing this, Andre O'Neill bowed his head slightly with a serious expression: "Viscount Norman is right. Old Earl Raymond treated me well, and I could not watch his legacy squandered. ”

As he spoke, his dark brown eyes glanced at Viscount Mars, and then withdrew his gaze.

Obviously, in his eyes, Viscount Mars is the one who doesn't produce and will only lose. As for the Norman Viscount, he has excellent talent, hard work, and his own viscount is also impressive, and he is even more personable, even if he treats civilians kindly, he is the heir to the title he favors.

Viscount Mars turned red with anger.

In normal times, if Norman dared to ridicule him, he would have been unable to help it, however, at this moment, he was more concerned about Andre O'Neill's choice to support Norman than the ridicule of the two.

Andre O'Neill is a sub-saint-level powerhouse on the same level as Edmund the Flamewalker, the two of them defend and attack, and they are the strongest trump card in the hands of Count Raymond.

Now that the Flame Walker is dead, Andre O'Neill has become the only sub-saint-level powerhouse under the command of the Raymond family, and he is also the actual controller of the Knights of Thorns.

Norman had Andrei's support, and the balance of victory suddenly tilted more than half in his favor. If you want to get a knighthood, I'm afraid ......

Viscount Mars clenched his fists, his face becoming more and more ugly.

The old butler looked at the expression on Viscount Mars's face, his face was silent, but he felt a secret refreshment in his heart.

Mars insisted that he was the heir, and he didn't take him seriously at all, and now he could be regarded as retribution.

"Yo~So lively?Looks like I came at the right time~"

Suddenly, a male voice came from the door.

Everyone in the hall was startled, and they turned their heads sharply to see that in the corridor outside the door, three people were walking under the guidance of the manservant.

The three men were two men and one woman, and at the front was a young man dressed in a bright red aristocratic dress.

He has delicate facial features and a pair of green eyes like emerald gemstones, and his long flowing golden hair is draped behind him, which is only loosely tied with a tie at the end.

Walking beside him was a young man with black hair and black eyes. He was wearing a luxurious robe with white trim and gold trim, and the black hair on his head only left a short stubble, which looked a little maverick, but he had a noble bearing in his steps, and his demeanor was extraordinary.

Behind the black-haired young man was a woman.

The woman was wearing a red slit dress, her already bumpy figure was outlined more and more hot, and her chestnut wavy curls were scattered all the way to the back waist, and the whole person looked a little lazy and couldn't lift her spirits, and she was stunned to be a big step behind the two.

However, her peachy eyes seem to be seductive, and with that lazy look, it is called a charming and enchanting one.

These three people have their own characteristics, each of them is taken out individually, they are all eye-catching existences, and now the three of them are walking together, it is like a walking luminous body, for a while, everyone in the hall couldn't help but be stunned.

However, the next moment, someone recognized the young man who was the leader.

"Master Black. ”

The old butler was the first to react and bent down to salute him.

It turned out that these three people were Blake, Wu Hui, and the beautiful proprietress Liliana.

"Blake Lytton. Viscount Norman's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, "What are you doing here?" Is it possible, you are an illegitimate child, and you still want to covet the title of earl?"

In the face of such a menacing question, Wu Hui was also a little emotional, whether it was the earth or the other world, the hearts of those who competed for power were the same.

It's a pity that these confident guys don't know that everything is just to make wedding clothes for him Wu Hui.

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