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The man suddenly looked at the floor and laughed at himself. "What's the use of everything? I despise the royal power and trample on the law. All the women in the world are at my fingertips! But no one can give me a son or a daughter! What a pitiful and ridiculous life. It's lonely, lonely, and sad. "
The old butler said, "Your Highness, you still have me."
"You?" The man glanced at the butler from the corner of his eyes and said disdainfully, "You're just a hundred years away in an instant."
The old steward: "So what? My son, my grandson, will serve you!"
"But I'm not that person anymore. The mountains and rivers haven't changed, but I'm not who I used to be." The man's face felt extremely desolate.
"But haven't you always been you?" The old butler flattered. "You are immortal."
"I'm just a monster!" The man laughed at himself. "A monster who can't marry people! Every time I think about this, I want to kill the Elizabeth royal family! "
Old Ross laughed bitterly. "If the royal family falls, the historical inheritance of the royal family in Europe will be completely lost, and their culture will become nondescript. It will be no different from the diversity of the United States. Please reconsider!"
"That has nothing to do with me," the man said hoarsely. "In this world, who dares to stop me if I want to kill someone? Just the ten royal guards of the Freemasonry? "
Old Ross quickly knelt on one knee. "We know we were wrong. Duke, don't worry. The Freemasonry will always be yours."
Recalling the foolish rebellious acts they had committed in the past, they were still in shock. The reason why only three of the ten royal guards were left was because seven of them had been killed by the duke!
Since then, the reason why the three royal guards said they couldn't leave the Freemasonry and had to serve them was because they knew how terrifying the person behind the Freemasonry was.
"It's good that you know." The man suddenly stood up from the throne. He was 1.9 meters tall and had a well-proportioned body with long sleeves. He looked down at Old Ross and said, "Some things can be forgiven after making a mistake once. Seeing that you are still useful to me, I'll give you a chance. If there's a next time, you can find someone else to be the head of the Ross family."
Old Ross sweated. "Yes."
The man walked past the two of them and said to the butler indifferently, "Take care of the corpse. Also, I don't want to say it a second time! Seeing that you're about to die, don't make me do it. Go find more women. Even if they're prostitutes, as long as they can give me an heir, I'll reward you with 20% of my assets! "
The butler hurriedly bowed and accepted the order. "I … I understand."
After walking for a while, the man came back to his senses and looked at Old Ross. "What are you doing here?"
Old Ross smiled bitterly. "Someone is targeting your assets. I need to report this to you. At present, your assets should have shrunk by 5%!"
The man rolled his eyes. "Just kill him. Do you need to report to me?"
Then, he saw that Old Ross wanted to say something, but he hesitated and looked embarrassed.
The man raised an eyebrow. "Who?"
"A young man. His identity is simple, but I can't see through him. He's a little like a cockroach. Every time, as long as he doesn't die, even if he's crippled, he'll become stronger and stronger. It's a little unbelievable. This person acts like a ghost and is terrifyingly meticulous. He kills people as simply and crudely as slaughtering pigs." Old Ross said, "Of the Seven Freemasonry Supremacies, only Morgan, me, Rockefeller, and the African Chief are left alive. Now, we don't dare to show ourselves. We've already used our country's trump cards, but it's very difficult to find his traces, let alone kill him. Left with no choice, we can only expose them in the dark and keep an eye on them, waiting for you to make a move."
"Powerful?" The man raised his eyebrows. "How powerful? Compared to the God of Swords? "
Old Ross sweated. "The God of Swords is already dead."
"Oh?" The man was surprised, then came to a realization. "That's right. It's been 30 years. He should have died of old age by now. Sigh, another potential opponent that I thought could challenge and defeat me has lost to time."
Old Ross hesitated. "He … He was beaten to death. He only died after exchanging blows with this person. "
"Oh?" The Duke's eyes lit up. "How old do you think he is?"
"He looks less than 30 years old," Old Ross said.
"Less than 30 years old?" The Duke was a little suspicious. "Which country is he from?"
"The East, Guohua!"
The Duke looked at the ground with his deep eyes and said faintly, "I should have guessed that only China can produce experts."
He pondered for a moment, then said, "That's fine too. I've been lonely for so long. It's time to get some exercise. Tell Dawson about their location. I'll go meet them."
After saying that, he picked up his tuxedo and casually put it on himself.
When he walked to the waiting hall that was filled with beautiful young ladies, when those young ladies saw the Duke coming out, they immediately became infatuated with him. The Duke's handsome face was expressionless, but the colder and more expressionless he was, the more perfect his appearance was. He was tall and had long sleeves, and his messy swallowtail collar exposed his sturdy chest, stunning all the young ladies.
"Duke, I'm your chosen one!"
"Me! I'm your chosen one! "
"Take me, I'll bear your children."
"I'll give you 10!"
"Shallow people," the Duke said indifferently, then pushed away the group of crazy women who were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
The women still didn't give up. They pulled at his tuxedo, and some hugged his legs and feet, wishing they could kneel down and lick him.
After the Duke stopped, he sighed. "You all want to be my woman, don't you? That's good. "
Then, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he grabbed the necks of two women, lifted them up, and fiercely bit their shoulders and necks.
When Old Ross and the housekeeper came out, they saw that the entire waiting hall was filled with a large number of beautiful socialites. They were all dead.
The Duke stood there, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said, "No woman can survive after I bite them. If they can't even survive, how can they bear my children? Sometimes it's really boring to live to a hundred years old. If I had known earlier, I would have killed myself in that experiment. "
Then, he walked out.
The housekeeper sighed and told the guards in the castle to clean up and dispose of the corpses.
Old Ross looked at the fate of these women and swallowed his saliva. He was secretly glad that he didn't send his daughter over, or else she would probably have gone missing.
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