Chapter 48
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Late at night, Brian Eric was walking in the corridor of Eric's mansion in St. Du. His footsteps echoed in the silent building. The moonlight shone through the window on his body, making the man who already gave off a cold feeling even more chilling.
Walking to the end of the corridor, he took out the key and opened the door. Brian's journey had finally come to an end. It was a mercury mirror that was as tall as a person. Its shape was a bit like a gate. It seemed to be quite old. In fact, its owner did use it this way.
Brian stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself with a calm but somewhat gloomy expression. He reached out his hand and lightly tapped on the mirror.
"Lebit, open the door."
Following his call, the surface of the mirror fluctuated. 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 fluctuation of the spell on the mirror began to increase greatly. Then, it suddenly opened from the inside like a gate. Inside the gate, a hunchbacked old man holding a key was bowing to him.
"Welcome back, Vice President."
"Mm."
After faintly nodding his head, Brian stepped into the mirror. The surrounding scenery changed and turned into a dark castle.
The Tasting Association's headquarters was the name of this castle that seemed to be in the dark all the time. It was also the cradle of a group of lunatics who were immersed in "art."
"[Collector] … I mean, has Mr. President arrived?"
"Yes, yes, but you're late. We just finished an auction. My human face drum was sold at a high price. It almost became the finale this time."
The hunchbacked old man followed Brian's footsteps and smiled humbly. He seemed to hope that his words could attract the attention of this unfathomable vice president. However, his actions were just actions. In fact, he didn't have any expectations in his heart.
But what he didn't expect was that Brian really seemed to have something to tell him today.
"My bloodline, ten years old, is missing some blood. If I give it to you, how much can you do?"
"Mm? Ten years old? Boy? "
"Yes."
"I, let me think about it. Uh … If the body is not damaged, with my skills, I can at least let you live for another twenty years!"
The hunchbacked old man smiled and reached out his dirty hand that seemed to be stained with blood. Brian looked at him expressionlessly for a while and nodded.
"Okay, I'll give it to you later. The reward will satisfy you."
"Hehe, you just wait and see. I won't let you down! However, you only have six bloodlines left in your family, right? I suggest that you raise the others, otherwise, it would be a waste. "
"Are you done? I'm going to see the president. "
"I'm done, I'm done. Please!"
Brian's words made the old man stop nagging. He nodded and bowed with a flattering smile, watching the man walk into the depths of the darkness.
After placing the "order", Brian felt a little better.
The past few days had been troublesome for him. Due to the failure of his plan, Heathcliff and the Akkat Family had joined forces to put pressure on him. They had begun to attack the power of the Eric Family both openly and secretly in various fields. The useless nobles under him began to panic and came to him one after another to complain about the bad influence of their children on their families.
However, that was only on the surface. In fact, Brian knew very well what they wanted. It was nothing more than various methods to prolong their lifespan.
Yes, this was a deal. In exchange for their loyalty to the Eric Family and their children to follow Brian's son, Brown, they would get the means to live and even the hope of "recovery".
Of course, Brian didn't spend so much effort to give his son any armed forces. In fact, this was only part of the plan.
"It didn't succeed? I didn't expect your plan to fail. Is there any condition that hasn't been met? "
"No, the vicious and stubborn heir and the children who follow him have all been met. There's no problem with the time, but I don't know why the prophecy failed."
At one end of the long table, Brian took a sip of tea and said in a cold tone. He had put in a lot of effort for this prophecy. Not only had he prepared for it for a whole year, he had also used all kinds of methods to lure people away in advance, creating a suitable environment for Brown.
But he never expected that Luo Ya, who was said to have mediocre supernatural abilities, was different from the rumors. He was neither recruited nor killed. After a fierce battle, the one who finally crawled out of the blood-stained room was the boy from the Akkat Family.
The blond man was expressionless and annoyed. At the other end of the long table, the figure in the dark chuckled.
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