Earl Aulmann heaved a sigh of relief. Colin's attitude made him understand that he finally had a bargaining chip in his hands.
"Of course, I can't give you the will now. You should understand the reason."
Colin certainly understood that the other party was worried that he would go back on his word after receiving the will, so he asked, "Then how can you prove the authenticity of this will? How do I know that you didn't just make it up? "
"The will was shown to me by Butler Drynden. At that time, Knight Louis and I had just arrived at the Lion's Roar Castle and had not confirmed Butler Drynden's position, so I deliberately threw the will into the fireplace and destroyed it in front of him.
I did not expect Butler Drynden not to stop me. Instead, he was happy to see it happen. Only then did I understand that he also supported Young Master Joyce to inherit the title of Duke. "
Colin was speechless. He then said angrily, "Since you have already thrown the will into the fireplace and burned it, then why are you still telling me this?"
"No!" Earl Aulmann quickly shook his head. "I only threw a fake will in. The real one had already been swapped when I turned around and walked towards the fireplace!"
Colin looked at Earl Aulmann suspiciously. Obviously, he was doubting whether the other party had such a trick.
"Trust me, this is not difficult at all. At that time, all their attention was focused on the fake will that was thrown into the fireplace. They did not know that I had already secretly hidden the real will. "
Colin shrugged. It was not clear whether he believed Earl Aulmann's nonsense. He then asked another question.
"Then, why did you hide the real will? Don't you want Joyce to inherit the title of Duke? Shouldn't you want to see this will that is beneficial to Vera be burned? "
Earl Aulmann laughed and said, "Colin, if it were you, would you burn such a wonderful handle?"
"Handle?" Colin suddenly understood.
The so-called handle was, of course, Joyce's handle.
If Joisse succeeded to the position of Dukes Of The North in the future, then this will would be proof that he had obtained the position wrongly. With this will in hand, Count Oman would be able to control Joisse better.
Understanding this, Colin couldn't help but admire the Earl's insidiousness. No matter who it was, he was always on guard.
But that was to be expected. Based on Earl Oman's behavior, he had no sense of loyalty and was an ambitious man who only cared about his own interests.
It was indeed possible to hide the real will.
"I'm sorry, Count Oman. If I don't see this will with my own eyes, I won't believe it." Colin insisted.
Earl Oman sighed and said somewhat helplessly, "How about this? I can give you the will, but you have to give me something in exchange."
"What is it?"
"The right to command the Golden Lion Legion!"
"Haha, you really dare to dream!" Colin sneered.
Earl Oman quickly explained, "With this will, Joisse has completely lost the right to compete with Vera for the right to inherit the position. The right to command the Golden Lion Legion is not important to you.
However, I need this army to ensure that I won't become an abandoned chess piece!
How about it? This condition is not a loss for you. "
Colin laughed and said mockingly, "Earl Oman, I think you might be mistaken about something."
"What?" Earl Oman was a little stunned.
Colin slowly approached the paralyzed Earl Oman and said in an extremely cold tone, "That will is actually not that important to me."
"What do you mean?" Earl Oman was a little flustered. "Don't you want to see Vera inherit the position of Duke?"
"Of course I do. However, I already have a way. As for that will … haha, it is at most the icing on the cake, but you want to sell it at the price of charcoal in the snow.
Moreover, I've been waiting for almost two years to avenge the assassination attempt back then!
It has been two years. Do you think I will let you go so easily? "
Earl Oman could no longer maintain his calm and shouted anxiously, "Colin, listen to me. Letting me live is definitely more valuable than killing me! I can help … "
Crack!
Colin twisted the other party's neck and said softly, "But I think you are more valuable when you are dead."
After saying that, he opened his mouth, revealed his sharp fangs, and bit down.
"Gulp … gulp …"
…
The rain stopped, the wind stopped, and even a corner of the moon peeked out from the clouds, shining its cold light on the ground.
In the old warehouse, Colin raised his head from Earl Oman's corpse.
Phew!
He let out a long sigh of satisfaction and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.
Count Oman's corpse had already been completely sucked dry, and it looked extremely terrifying.
Colin's body heated up again. Fine sweat and blood seeped out of his skin.
Bang bang bang!
His heart was beating violently, as if it would break free from his chest in the next second.
The violent blood flow in his body surged violently, almost bursting his blood vessels.
Fortunately, with the experience of the last promotion, Colin was now mentally prepared for the drastic changes in his body. Even the bursts of pain seemed to have become a strange pleasure.
Starting from the Transcendent (Rank-4) level, Colin found that the requirements and process for the advancement were very different from before.
Before he reached the fourth step, he only needed to consume one or two liters of the blood of high-ranked knights to advance. Moreover, during the advancement process, his body would only heat up slightly, and there would be no pain.
But from the fourth rank onwards, he found that he had to completely suck the blood of a high-level knight to complete the requirements for promotion. Moreover, the promotion process became extremely intense and painful.
Bang!
With a ferocious expression, Colin punched the ground, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread in all directions.
His body began to swell again, and countless fine blood droplets formed mysterious patterns on his skin.
Violent power filled Colin's body, and he could not help but want to vent it.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a few punches, the ground began to shake as if there was an earthquake.
Countless cracks had already appeared in the dilapidated warehouse. Finally, it could no longer support the weight and collapsed with a loud crash.
…
"Lord, the tremors came from here. We heard thumping sounds and a few inhuman howls. When we came to take a look, we found that the buildings here had collapsed."
A group of city guards led by a few residents of Chilly Winter City appeared outside the dilapidated warehouse.
The captain looked at the collapsed ruins in front of him, and his heart sank.
He had just heard that the cathedral had collapsed and killed Lord Thomas. Now, this place had collapsed as well. This time, would it kill any important figures …
"Where was this place? Did anyone live here? "
"This is a dilapidated warehouse filled with unwanted items. I don't think … anyone lived here."
"Why are you in a daze? Hurry up and clear the ruins. See if there's anyone below!"
"Yes!"
This group of city guards and residents worked until dawn. When the first glimmer of dawn illuminated the ruins, they finally dug out two corpses from within.
To be more precise, it was a corpse and a head.
"My lord, that head seems to be … Earl Oman's!"
"What?" The captain was shocked.
His worst fears came true. What happened in Chilly Winter Castle last night? Why did so many important figures die?
"Why is there only a head? What about the other parts of the corpse? "
"I don't know. We searched the ruins, but we didn't find any other parts of the corpse."
The captain's expression was grave. This could only mean that before Count Oman was buried under the rubble, he had already died, and his head had been cut off.
"What about the other corpse? Whose is it?"
"I don't know. I can only see that it's the corpse of a Dwarf."
"Dwarf?" The captain stroked his chin and ordered, "Collect the corpses. We'll report to Lion's Roar Fort."
"Yes!"
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