The two-winged castle on the east and west wings is hidden in a large green forest and a sea of roses, and there are mountains in the distance, beautiful poetry and painting.
It's like a wonderland.
Of course, it is the kind of fairyland in the concept of Western interrogation.
The castle full of history is inaccessible around, and only a small road leading to the gate of the castle has been built.
Luo Qiu and You Ye walked on the Rose Highway, recalling the transactions on the ledger about the benefactor, or the Ceausescu family's continuous transactions over the past hundreds of years.
For more than five hundred years, the Ceausescu family has continuously used the souls of family members to buy a demon to seal time.
As for this demon, it is the 'Piercing Lord' mentioned by You Ye.
Or Grand Duke Vlad... But since he can be dubbed Duke Impaler, Boss Luo can easily be associated with the title of Count Dracula.
However, when Boss Luo and You Ye walked to the gate of the castle, they unexpectedly saw a lot of modern vehicles. Although there were some expensive luxury cars among them, it was the brass-colored four-wheeled carriage that made him more interested.
It's really a carriage.
Boss Luo didn't intend to restrain himself. Before work, he felt that there was nothing wrong with being a tourist for a while. It's just that inside the castle, there should be hustle and bustle that doesn't match this peaceful sea of flowers.
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The Ceausescu family is a fairly ancient family in this land, passed down from generation to generation, and it stands still.
In the past few days, basically the descendants of the entire family have rushed back from all over the place. The news came that Mr. Jonathan, the head of the Ceausescu family who had just passed his sixty-fifth birthday, was diagnosed with a terminal illness and would die soon.
He called in a lawyer, apparently for a wealth distribution issue. However, according to past traditions, most of the property of the entire Ceausescu family will only be distributed to one person, and the rest will be distributed to the rest as if sent away.
That is to say, Ceausescu's wealth has always been highly concentrated in the hands of a contemporary person-however, it is strange that every inheritance of this kind of wealth does not necessarily appear on the direct line of the head of the family.
Ceausescu's wealth inheritance seems to have always followed a mysterious and ancient judgment mechanism.
The butler, who had served the master of the castle for nearly thirty thoughts, stopped everyone from visiting Mr. Jonathan.
"Fang Yao, why don't you let me see my grandfather!?"
The young man questioned loudly in front of the old butler. As Jonathan's direct grandson, the young Kista was extremely dissatisfied with the old butler's obstruction.
The old butler said: "My Master Xista, please forgive my rude behavior. But I have to obey the master's order and not let anyone see him until he is ready."
Kista was stunned, and frowned, "You said this was my grandfather's order?"
"My young master, that's right." The old butler nodded, looking around at the young people present, as well as the older Ceausescu family members.
Because the heirs of the Ceausescu family are not necessarily direct descendants, they will obey the secret mechanism that only the head of the family knows. He can see the greed covered up with anxiety and worry in the eyes of many people.
Among the many descendants of the Ceausescu family, only one seemed to care little about it. His name is Osmond, he is about the same age as Kista, and he is also the grandson of Mr. Jonathan.
In the early years, Master Osmond's mother had a very enviable engagement. The other party was once a descendant of a certain dynasty sultan on this land, and it was also a very old family. It's just that Master Osmond's mother fell in love with a cook in the old castle of Ceausescu's family, and the two eloped away, and later Master Osmond remained.
It was nearly a year ago that Master Osmond was found by Mr. Jonathan, who admitted that he was also a member of the Ceausescu family, but because he was the remaining son who eloped, he didn't want to see him.
The young Osmond, who had been sitting behind the crowd, walked out without saying a word.
He walked out of the east wing of the castle where Jonathan lived, and came to a quiet courtyard between the east and west wings. In the courtyard, rose hedges weave a small maze.
Osmond has been to this castle several times, and he knows that in the center of this small flower wall maze, there is an ancient well that has been sealed. It is said that it has dried up long ago, and the boulder is pressing it, so there should be nothing unusual about it.
It's just that whenever Osmond passed by, his heart would beat inexplicably, as if he heard something whispering.
"Mr. Osmond."
Suddenly, someone called out to him from behind. When he turned around, he saw a man wearing a black robe and a silver-white cross. The cap covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose, and he could only see his naked body. A very fair part of a... nun.
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Suddenly a strong wind blew open the gauze curtains, and there was a rattling sound, the lawyer who was discussing something with Mr. Jonathan frowned.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jonathan, who was sick on the bed at this time, suddenly said: "You go out first, I want to be quiet, and I will call you again later."
The lawyer didn't dare to say anything. He knew how terrifying the old man's wealth was on this land, and he also clearly understood the power of this family in the country.
The lawyer closed the door and exited. Jonathan lifted the quilt at this moment, stepped out of the bed, and looked at the two figures who did not know when they appeared on the balcony of the room with a serious expression.
Jonathan took a deep breath and said, "You guys are still here after all."
"Mr. Jonathan, according to the contract time thirty years ago, the deadline is before sunrise tomorrow. Please make preparations." You Ye looked at Jonathan and said calmly.
Of course, the dialogue between the two is done in a special language.
Luo Qiu could clearly understand this conversation—in Hungarian.
Well, it took five full days. But in fact, if it only takes five days to master a foreign language... how cheap hey!
"Mr. Aissa, long time no see." Jonathan said calmly.
In fact, it was precisely because he knew that his time was approaching that he was in a hurry to deal with his inheritance and choose an heir. He looked at You Ye, who hadn't aged for thirty years, and thought that the man beside her was naturally the owner of the club.
Although it is not clear why he has the face of a clown, but no matter what happens in this mysterious place handed down from ancient times, Jonathan is unwilling to get too deep into it.
"Mr. Jonathan, this..." You Ye was about to correct Jonathan's mistake.
Unexpectedly, the new leader of the club waved his hand at this moment, nodded, and said in fluent Hungarian: "It's really been a long time."
What the new master is thinking about is very simple.
He doesn't take the blame from his ex, he just came to collect the bill...
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S1: It's a little uncomfortable, the update after midnight will be changed to tomorrow morning. Recently, it's as hot as a roast pig every day, and the air conditioner is blowing too hard... The body is really sick.
S2: But I also updated two chapters today! What about the ticket... _(:3」∠)_