Trafford’s Trading Club

East-West wings of the ancient castle are hidden in a vast expanse of lush forests and a sea of roses, far from the mountains and beautiful poetry.

It's like a fairy kingdom.

Of course, it's the kind of fairy realm the western questioning concepts are in.

The historic castle is rarely surrounded by people, only a small road leading to the castle gate has been built.

Lochu and Unight walked on the Rose Road, recalling what was on the ledger about the Golden Lord's deal, or the Ziocescu family's deal over the centuries.

For more than 500 years, the Ziocescu family has been purchasing a demonic seal of time with the souls of family members.

As for this demon, it is the 'puncture duke’ mentioned in the mouth of the night.

Or Grand Duke Vlad... but since he can be named Lord Piercer, Boss Lo is easily associated with Count Dracula.

But when Boss Lo and Unight walked to the castle door, they unexpectedly saw a lot of modern vehicles. The brass quadricycles made him even more interested, although there were some famous luxury cars.

It's really a carriage.

Boss Luo didn't intend to converge on anything, and it didn't feel bad to be a tourist for a while before work. It's just inside the castle, and there must be a hustle and bustle that doesn't match the tranquility of the ocean.

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The Ziocescu family is a fairly ancient family on this land, passed down from generation to generation, standing.

In the last few days, basically the entire family's descendants have returned from all over the place. The message was that Mr. Jonathan, head of the Ziocescu family, who had just passed his sixty-fifth birthday, had been diagnosed with terminal illness and would soon be dead.

He called in a lawyer, apparently for the distribution of wealth. However, according to the tradition of the past, the vast majority of the entire Ziocescu family's property is allocated to only one person, and the remainder, like distribution, to the rest.

In other words, the wealth of Ziocescu has always been highly concentrated in the hands of one contemporary person - yet, strangely, every inheritance of such wealth does not necessarily appear in the immediate family of the head.

The inheritance of Ziocescu's wealth seems to have always followed a mysterious and ancient judgment mechanism.

The housekeeper, who served nearly thirty thoughts of the castle owner, stopped everyone from visiting Mr. Jonathan at this moment.

“Fang Fang Fan, why don't you let me see my grandfather!? ”

The young man asked geologically in front of the old housekeeper, who, as Jonathan's immediate grandson, was extremely dissatisfied with the interference of the old housekeeper.

But the old housekeeper said, "My Lord Heasta, forgive me for this rude behavior. But I had to obey the Lord's orders until he was ready, so no one could see him. “

Heasta stunned and frowned: "You said it was my grandfather's order? ”

“My young master, exactly.” The old housekeeper nodded his head and looked around at the young people here, as well as the older members of the Chiosescu family.

Because the heirs of the Ziocescu family are not necessarily direct descendants and follow secret mechanisms known only to the head of the family, he is able to see in the eyes of many the greed disguised by haste and fear.

Of the many descendants of the Ziocescu family, only one does not seem to have much interest in it. His name is Osmond, he's dated Heasta, and he's also Mr. Jonathan's grandson.

Young Master Osmond's mother had a very enviable engagement, a descendant of a dynasty on this earth, the Sudan, and a very ancient family. Only Young Master Osmond's mother fell in love with a chef in the ancient castle of the Ziocescu family, who ran away, leaving Young Master Osmond behind.

It was almost a year ago that Young Master Osmond was recovered by Mr. Jonathan, who admitted that he was also a member of the Ziocescu family, but did not wait to see him because he was running away from his remaining son.

Young Osmond was sitting right behind the crowd, saying nothing, walking out on his own.

He walked out of the east wing of the castle where Jonathan lived and into a quiet courtyard between the east and west wings. In the courtyard, the rose hedge made up a small maze.

Osmond came to the castle a few times, knowing that in the middle of this little flower wall maze, there was an ancient well that had been sealed. Said it was already dry, big stone pressed, shouldn't have been anything strange.

It's just that every time Osmond walks by, his heart beats somehow, as if he heard something whispering.

“Mr. Osmond. ”

Suddenly, someone called him behind his back and turned around and saw a man in a black robe, wearing a silver and white cross, a cap covering his eyes and nostrils, only a very white nude part could be seen... Sister.

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Suddenly a strong wind blew open the curtains of the yarn, sending a curly sound from Ho Ho, and discussing with Mr. Jonathan what lawyer frowned.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jonathan, who was ill in bed at this time, suddenly said, "Get out of here. I want to be quiet. I'll call you back later. ”

Lawyers dare not say anything, he knows how terrible the old man's wealth is on this land and he clearly understands the power of the family in the country.

The lawyer closed the door and quit. Jonathan lifted his quilt at this moment and walked out of bed, looking seriously at the two figures who did not know when to appear on the terrace of the room.

Jonathan took a deep breath: "You're here after all. ”

“Mr. Jonathan, according to the contract time thirty years ago, the deadline is tomorrow before sunrise, so please be prepared.” Night watched Jonathan say softly.

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

Lochu was able to hear this dialogue very clearly - Hungarian.

Well, it took five days. But actually, if you can master a foreign language in just five days... so cheap!

“Long time no see, Mr. Isaacs.” Jonathan's face was calm.

In fact, it was precisely because he knew that his time was approaching that he was anxious to deal with his inheritance and choose his heirs. He watched the evening for thirty years without looking old, thinking that the man next to her was naturally the owner of the club.

While it is unclear why the face of the clown was worn, Jonathan was reluctant to go too far in this ancient mysterious place, no matter what.

“Mr. Jonathan, this…” Unight is trying to correct Jonathan's mistake.

Unexpectedly, the club's new handkerchief waved and nodded, in fluent Hungarian: “It's been a long time indeed. ”

The new handlebars are very simple.

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

PS1: A little uncomfortable, update after midnight tomorrow morning. Lately, it's been as dull as roasting pigs every day, and the air conditioning blows too diligently... it turns out that your body is a pig.

PS2: But I also updated two chapters today. Hey! Where are the tickets..._(: 3 ")_