Trafford’s Trading Club

“What is it, Osmond? ”

Young Master Heasta of the Ziocescu family slapped angrily on the table like a mad bull.

This lawyer, who has long been bought, is talking about information that makes it difficult for him to accept.

“Mr. Heasta, this is indeed Lord Jonathan's final will and will be announced after his statutory death. ”

“No, he was just born of a daughter who ran away! It's a stain on the Tsiosescu family, how can you inherit 90% of the Tsiosescu family's heritage! ”

“Mr. Heasta, Mr. Jonathan has completed his will under my witness.” Lawyer shook his head at this point: “The will needs to be kept confidential, and I'm telling you it's against my professionalism... please don't tell anyone I told you about this, Mr. Heasta, as if it was in return for my help. ”

After the lawyer had finished, he left in a hurry.

Heasta sat down again and was in a difficult mood. Although the heirs to Tsiosescu were not necessarily immediate relatives, which had happened more than once in previous traditions, he asked himself the best of the heirs of the generation.

“I actually gave a bastard...” Heasta bit his teeth.

Young talented faces appear like snakes.

“Yeah, you've contributed a lot to the Ziocescu family, and in the end all you've got is that 10% of the wealth… and you're still sharing it with everyone else. Your grandfather was really biased. ”

Somehow, a young woman's voice came from the terrace of the room. Heasta turned around and took a look.

An attack on a black robe, even a black robe, could not hide the full body… a woman dressed as a nun.

“Sister? ”

This is the room on the fourth floor of the ancient castle, and Heasta can't really figure out how this woman ended up on the terrace... perhaps hiding herself before she entered the room, or even eavesdropping on the conversation between herself and her lawyer?

“Mr. Heasta, it doesn't matter who I am…” Sister paused, softly: “The important thing is, don't you want to get the wealth of the Ziocescu family? ”

“Who are you exactly? ”

Seeing a sudden strange appearance, and still the woman dressed as such - the nun does not guide the good, but rather discusses the inheritance of a large family here? Are you kidding me?

“Mr. Heasta, do you not want to know the real criteria by which the Ziocescus judge their heirs? ”

“You…” Heasta frowned.

He worked out all year long and studied western boxing. He asked himself that he was a young and powerful person and was not afraid of this seemingly petite woman. He stared at the nun in front of him: "... what do you know? ”

“That's going to start a long time ago…” It just revealed the second half of the face, with a shallow smile, “an ancient legend. ”

……

……

“Looks like the owner must have loved his wife. ”

Speaking of the origin of the seal of the Ziocescu family, Rocciu had no exclamation, but he immediately remembered another thing: "The puncture duke became a vampire because he had made wishes in past clubs, didn't he? ”

“Of course.”

Rochu frowned: “Western legends say vampires are immortal... can't this account ever be recovered? ”

"Vampires live off blood and follow their own bloodthirsty instincts, so they can theoretically survive forever. That's why the puncturer needs to be sealed, isn't it? ”

Luo Qiu froze.

He suddenly understood something.

Even if the brutal puncture duke consumed so much blood and became so powerful because of the war, but if it was mutilated, the body was separated, how many years later... would he still ‘starve to death'?

“Behind the gang that killed the puncturer... is there a club shadow?” Rochu suddenly asked.

“My predecessor didn't say that.” Unight laughed: “So Unight doesn't dare to speculate... but one thing I do know. ”

“What is it? ”

“The wife of the Ziocescu family, who was originally in charge, will not be seduced innocently.” Unight calmly said: “Among the twenty-first surviving Dark Soul Messengers, one is on vacation and has come to this ancient castle. ”

The club's new handlebars silenced for a moment.

It gives the puncture dude the power to live forever.

It may have propelled the killing and dismemberment of the puncture duke behind his back.

A black soul messenger came to the castle...

The wife of the Chiosescu family was seduced and quietly drank the blood of the puncture duke, creating a tragedy.

The rules of succession passed down from generation to generation by the Ziocescu family...

The puncture duke always had a day to die of weakness, and until then, the club was able to continuously obtain from the Chiosescu clan the souls traded to seal the demons.

Perhaps this is the tip of the iceberg among the club's myriad unknown dark sides?

Rochu suddenly shook his head and said, "My old boss was really good at business. ”

But Yunight asked, "Master, do you think it's wrong? ”

Rochu shook his head again and said softly: “Nothing, I just feel that the beginner came a little early in teaching... but early in the day is fine. ”

Night smiled silently.

Lochu looked at the castle thoughtfully, and suddenly he said, "Who's that guy jumping around in the castle? ”

"Probably a black cult," said Unight. "It's really nice. It looks like they've recovered a lot after a hundred years of rest. ”

Black... Fix.

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Later, it rained a little.

Mr. Jonathan of the Ziocescu family suddenly hastened all the young people of this generation - those under the age of thirty.

White-haired Mr. Jonathan, supported by an old butler, quietly arrived in the courtyard between East and West Wings with eleven young members of the family.

They crossed the fence and came in front of an ancient well in the middle of the Rosewood Wall Maze.

The butler took an old key from Mr. Jonathan's hand and walked to the edge of the ancient well. He stroked over the wellbore of the ancient well and eventually pulled out a brick, revealing a keyhole.

When the key is inserted and twisted, you hear the sound of the grinding wheel spinning.

The well in front of him suddenly splits from the middle and then opens towards both sides, only to hear Mr. Jonathan at the same time say in an indifferent voice: “Go inside… the heirs, I will be there and pick them out among you. ”

The mysterious scene in front of us makes people hesitate, but more about the desire to align themselves with the enormous wealth of the Osescu family.

Heasta frowned.

Osmond is not here... Jonathan didn't call Osmond!