After a day of rest, Allen returned to Dawn Blade to report. This autumn hunt was quite fruitful, and Leon had come forward to take care of the dangerous seeds that filled the warehouse of the airship. After deducting the cost of labor and sales, the net profit would be split between the two of them 30: 70. Naturally, Leon took 30% and Allen took 70%. In addition, Leon gave Allen the prize he had obtained from the autumn hunt as promised. However, considering that Leon didn't have much to help him sell those dangerous seeds, Allen couldn't accept all of his things, so he only took a second-grade magical energy weapon.
Allen wanted to return the other items to Leon, but Leon refused, and the two of them argued about it. In the end, they decided to distribute this portion of the prize in the name of the two of them to the young masters and young ladies who had obtained nothing after the top ten of the Autumn Hunt. As a result, almost everyone gained something from this year's autumn hunt, and it also earned Allen and Leon enough fame.
Two days after Allen returned to the academy, everyone in Castle Ugarte was busy early in the morning. The residents of Levin Town saw flying cars passing through the town one after another on the road to the castle. There were different emblems on those flying cars. These emblems represented the important clans and relatives of the Bescot family.
These clansmen were scattered all over the surface of the earth, each with its own property. If Bescot was an ancient tree, then these clansmen were roots that extended to an unknown depth underground. One of them might not have much weight, but when they came together, they were the cornerstone of the Bescot family. Only when the Council of Elders was held would these clan elders rush back from the surface and return to Castle Ugarte, the birthplace of the clan.
The parking lot outside the castle was filled with flying cars, and the additional family guards stood guard at their posts, forming a tight protective net. After the clan elders arrived in Babylon, their safety was handed over to the main family. Bescot had many friends and many enemies, but this was Babylon after all. Under normal circumstances, under the watchful eyes of the Federation Government, no one would be bold enough to attack an important member of Bescot's family. However, Horn still sent guards to escort him all the way, and even sent another secret warrior, Fordin, back to guard him.
Of the three remaining secret warriors, Blood Scorpion Anna was good at assassination, intelligence gathering, and other tasks. Spear Fiend Fordin was the strongest of the three. He was already a Level 25 Awakened when he followed Horn on his expedition to the Outer Realm. As for now, no one knew the depth of his strength, and it was not surprising that he had advanced to the peak level of a ruler or an ancestral descendant. Although the last sword general, Baroque, was slightly weaker than Fuding, he was well-versed in both literature and martial arts. In terms of leading troops to war, Fuding could not even catch up to him. Therefore, he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility by Horn and had another important position, so he had no chance to participate in the Elders Council this time.
Horn was very relieved that Fordin was in charge of the safety of the Council of Elders. The formal Council of Elders of Bescot is held every five years. Normally, some important proposals are resolved through video conferences. There is no need for all the elders to be present. Only three to five elders who serve as executive directors are needed to pass it. For example, Allen's resource allocation plan can only be implemented by Horn and the other three directors.
The Council of Elders, for example, was much more formal. All sixteen clan elders of Bescot had to attend. After all, the agenda of the Council of Elders, which would last for three days, involved the future development of the clan, strategic adjustments, appointment and dispatch of important members, and notification of important clan events. This concerned the interests of every elder, the clan behind him, and even every clansman, so he could not be sloppy.
As the head of the family and the head of the clan, Horn arrived at the top floor of the main building early. The banquet hall on the top floor was connected to the conference hall where the Council of Elders was held, and the two halls were separated by an iron-rimmed wooden door. During the Council of Elders, the banquet hall would also be open, allowing the entourage of the various clansmen to enjoy the buffet of fine wine and delicacies at any time in the hall.
There was another passageway to the conference hall, and Horn and Steward Helsing arrived early. The guard opened the door for the two of them, and a hall of five hundred square meters appeared in front of Horn's eyes. On both sides of the wall in the middle of the hall hung the Griffin flag of Bescot, and in the middle were portraits of past patriarchs. When Horn was a hundred years old, his portrait would also be among them. As for now, it was still a little early.
In the middle of the hall was a long lightning rock table. Lightning rock was the product of one of Bescot's families' colonial planets. It was named for the natural lightning-like patterns on the stone. The stone table was carved and polished from a huge piece of raw stone. It was completely integrated, and there was not a single seam to be found. Sixteen dark red velvet chairs were arranged on both sides. That was the position of the elders.
As for Horn, his position was at the center of the long table, his back facing the family flag and portrait wall.
An ancient chandelier with complicated patterns hung in the middle of the dome of the hall. In the past, each exquisite candlestick would have a candle as thick as a child's arm. Of course, its function had now been replaced by a few sets of crystal wall lamps on the walls of the hall, leaving only decorative and commemorative purposes.
Even though this hall was only used once every five years, it was still spotless. Horn walked to the portrait wall and swept his gaze across the portraits of the Patriarchs. He paused for a moment on the last second portrait. The man in the portrait looked somewhat similar to Horn. His eyes were focused, as if he was looking forward to the future of the clan. The painter's painting skills were indeed amazing. Even though it was only a portrait, the expression in this person's eyes was extremely lifelike.
This was the previous clan leader and also Horn's father. Below the portrait was a small line of words with a name written on it: Charles Bescot.
"You know what, Helsing. Back then, my father didn't think highly of me, because I was more interested in the pursuit of strength than in family management and political power. At that time, my father thought I was a martial artist. He often said that a martial artist could not lead the entire family. At that time, I didn't think so. He even often fought against him. He told me to read more books on management and politics, and I applied for an expedition to the Outer Realms. " Horn smiled and shook his head, "But it turns out that my father was right. To lead the entire family, I can't rely on force alone. But there's no harm in powerful force. At least after I returned to Babylon, it allowed me to survive the plots and attacks of a few of my brothers and eventually take over my father's job. "
Helsing lowered her head and did not comment.
The struggle for power had always been bloody and cruel. Whether it was the President of the Federation or the Patriarch of the clan, who dared to say that their hands were not stained with the blood of competitors? Take Horn for example. If he hadn't killed a few of his own brothers, how could he have sat in his current position?
Beside the portrait of Horn's father, there was an empty frame. There was no paper in the frame, only a small sign under the frame with Horn's name written on it. This was the position reserved for Horn's portrait. After his death, the portrait that had been prepared early in the morning would be mounted in the frame. Horn stretched out his hand and touched the wall beside his portrait. "I hope that after me, there will be a portrait of Allen," he said.
Helsing lowered his head even more and tried not to hear what Horn was saying. Even though he liked Allen, he had to maintain his current position and try his best to avoid inadvertently leaking some information from his mouth when Allen entered the heir list at the end of the day. As the housekeeper of this family, Helsing knew very well what he could say and what he had to say.
The door opened and heavy footsteps sounded. Horn turned around and his line of sight was filled with a figure as tall as a small mountain. The man struggled to move like a heavy bear, opening his hands and shouting with a red face, "Hey, Horn." "My dear patriarch and brother, you still haven't seen me in five years. I'm so jealous. Why didn't you get slashed by the Blade Demon back then? Otherwise, I wouldn't have to see you every time I see you. I have to see me gaining weight in your overly bright eyes! "
"Damn it, Ederick, you should keep your mouth in check. Looking at your figure, I really suspect that your veins are flowing with oil instead of blood. "Horn also laughed and hugged the fatty symbolically. After all, the other party's body was so fat that Horn couldn't close his hands at all.
Helsing also walked over and bowed to the fatty. "Nice to see you, Mr. Ederick. You look very healthy."
Ederick patted Helsing happily and said to Horn, "Look at Mr. Helsing, that's a greeting. It's not like you cursed me as soon as you came up. "
Horn shook his head and laughed, "That's just because you can't understand my concern."
"Patriarch Horn is right, Ederick. If your sense of humor were as much as your fat, we would all be very happy."
After Fatty Ederick, a thin old man walked in with his hands behind his back. His figure was stooped, and his waxy yellow skin was tightly attached to his skeletal face. When he spoke, he would see the row of yellow and rotten teeth. All of this made him look like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave.
"Welcome, Uncle Baker." Horn nodded.
Ederick put away his smile and said coldly, "I'm so glad to see you again, Uncle Baker. I thought you wouldn't be able to come this year, but I didn't expect you to go into the coffin. "
"Don't worry, Ederick. If I die one day, I'll definitely give you an obituary. " Without taking the fatty's disrespect to heart, the old man sat down on the first chair on the right.
Ederick's eyelids twitched as he swayed his body to the old man and tried his best to stuff his body into a chair that could fit two people.
Just as the fatty sat down, another figure flashed in from outside the door. He was about the same age as Hawes, but he wore a very ostentatious dress, and an exaggerated explosive head was still eye-catching. The man turned a golden walking stick in his hand, and the various gemstone rings on his fingers made him look like a nouveau riche on the surface. However, such a tasteless fellow was indeed one of Bescot's elders, Tyre.
"Looks like I'm late this year, Uncle Ederick and Uncle Baker. Why aren't you dead yet? It really makes me sad," Tyre said as he gently stroked his carefully groomed moustache.
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