In the middle of the night, Brian Eric was walking in the corridor of the Santo Eric's mansion. The sound of footsteps echoed in the silent building, and the moonlight shone on him through the windows, which made people feel indifferent. Men are even more chilled.
Going to the end of the corridor, pulling out the key to open the door, Brian's journey finally reached the end. It was a mercury mirror tall one-person, and it looked a bit like a passing door. It seemed to be quite old, but in fact, its owner was also This is indeed how it is used.
Brian stood in front of the mirror, looking at his own mirror with a calm but gloomy expression, reaching out and tapping the mirror lightly.
"Lebit, open the door."
As he called, the surface of the mirror fluctuated, and an eye suddenly appeared in the center of the mirror. It turned to look at Brian in front of the mirror, and then disappeared.
The next moment, the wave of the mirror spell's power began to increase sharply, and then suddenly opened from the inside like a door, and a rickety old man holding a key in the door was saluting him.
"Welcome back, Your Excellency Vice President."
"Um."
After a faint nod of greetings, Brian stepped into the mirror, and the surrounding scenery changed into a gloomy castle.
Tasting will teach the country headquarters, this is the name of this castle that seems to be in the dark all the time, and it is also the cradle of a group of lunatics who are immersed in "art".
"[Collector]...I mean Mr. Chairman has arrived?".
"Here, here, but you are late. We have just finished an auction. My cheeks have been sold at a high price, and it almost became the finale of this time."
The rickety old man followed Brian's footsteps and smiled humbly, as if he hoped that his words would attract the attention of the unfathomable vice president, but the actions were such actions, in fact, he didn't have any expectations in his heart.
But what he didn't expect was that Brian today seemed to have something to tell him.
"My bloodline, ten years old, with a little blood missing, how much can I do if I leave it to you?"
"Huh? Ten years old? Boy?"
"right."
"I, you let me think about it, uh... if the corpse is not missing, with my craftsmanship, at least it can give you at least twenty years!"
The rickety old man smiled and stretched out his dirty, blood-stained hands, and Brian looked at him blankly and nodded for a while.
"Okay, I'll hand it to you later, and the reward will satisfy you."
"Hey, just wait and see, I won't let you down! But there are only 6 bloodlines left in your family. I suggest that others raise more, otherwise it's a bit wasteful."
"Are you finished? I'm going to see the chairman."
"It's over, it's over, please!"
Brian's words made the old man afraid to follow the chatter anymore, he smiled flatly, nodded and bowed, watching the man walk into the darkness.
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After placing the "order", Brian felt a little better.
The last few days have been troublesome days for him. Due to the failure of the plan, Hits Krit and the Acate family have joined forces to put pressure on him. The group of useless nobles also began to panic, and they came to him and cried out about the bad influence caused by the children following Brown.
However, that was just superficial effort. In fact, Brian was very clear about what they wanted, nothing more than various means to prolong life.
Yes, this is a deal. At the cost of allegiance to the Eric family and the follow-up of Bryan's son Brown by the children of the family, they will get the means to survive and even the hope of "recovery".
Of course, Brian did not put so much effort into adding armed forces to his son. In fact, these were only part of the plan.
"Is it unsuccessful? I didn't expect your plan to be unsuccessful. Are there any conditions that have not been fulfilled?"
"No, the fierce and stubborn heir, the teenagers who followed him, these have all been reached, and time is fine, but I don't know why the prophecy has failed."
At one end of the long table, Brian took a sip of tea and said in a cold tone. He has spent a lot of time for this prediction. He has not only prepared for a full year, but also used various means to induce it in the venue in advance. People have created a suitable environment for Brown.
But he never expected that Roja, who had heard of mediocre supernatural ability, was actually different from the rumors. He was neither drawn nor killed. After a fierce fight, it was actually the one who crawled out of the blood-stained room. This boy from the Acate family.
The blond man was expressionlessly annoyed, and at the other end of the long table, the figure in the dark chuckled lightly.
"The prophecy will actually fail. The rabbi guy will probably be crazy, but it is indeed a bit troublesome now. There is no other possibility of awakening Kadia, it is nothing, but the boy is a problem, and he did not kill him. Or become our people, which may cause big trouble for our future."
"But isn't their clan's method of awakening broken?"
"Indeed, according to the record, the inheritance of their clan since the beginning of the third era after Caroline Akat’s hatred was actually broken, but this clan is very strange. Every few hundred years, there will always be a guy that is against common sense. Over the past millennia, two Patriarchs have automatically awakened."
The figure in the dark tapped his fingers on the tabletop, as if he was also lamenting the handed down family that was gradually dragged into the dark by the wheel of history.
"In the Second Age, the bloodline of that clan is divided into seven, and now only the Acate, who seeks asylum from the religious nation, is still prosperous, but I have to say that these guys are really interesting."
"Clearly affirming the inheritance, but the generations of Patriarchs have survived with the help of the three common origins... They have a strange trait, and they have continued to resist destiny for thousands of years, even if it is declining. Still disturbing."
The words of the dark figure made the opposite Brian frowned rarely, and he asked indifferently:
"You mean to do it again?"
"No, it's not necessary. Prophecy is not our patent, and there is no need to sacrifice your Eric's interests at this point. The news that the Acate family may awaken the bloodline again has stung many people's nerves. Someone will act to kill the danger in the cradle."
"However, the boy of this generation is very close to the heir of Hizkrit, the probability of success..."
"Hitzkrit, that is indeed a troublesome family, but it doesn't matter... Let's see how my new paintings are?"
The figure in the dark smiled and snapped his fingers, and a portrait slowly emerged in the air. It was a scene of a black-haired boy and a blond-haired girl supporting each other in a chaotic neighborhood.
"They seem to be in trouble soon."