The Duke of Silver did not leave, and he and Lao Twelve stayed at the headquarters to guard the headquarters.

This scene is grand enough that he doesn't need to take action.

The Duke of Silver kept thinking about the few seconds that the "third brother" had just stayed, and always felt that there seemed to be an accident in this matter.

On the other side, the second child whispered to his secretary on the way to the airport: "Have my body-taking equipment moved to the floating airship?"

The secretary responded: "It has been quietly transferred. Don't worry, no one noticed it."

The second brother breathed a sigh of relief. He called the fourth brother and the eighth brother, whispered a few plans, and then he let out a breath of turbid air and leaned against the soft seat in the rear of the vehicle.

A smile also appeared on the corner of his mouth.

...

...

In the Central Royal City.

The Duke of Storm was already sitting on the throne and began to exercise his crown prince's power to supervise the country for his father.

He has been looking forward to this position for more than 30 years, and his remaining life is only twenty years left, and he must cherish it.

At this time, a master of the opera hurriedly walked in and placed a note in front of the Duke of the Storm: "King's handwriting, speed up."

The Duke of Storm nodded: "Is it confirmed that it is the birthday of the first generation?"

"Well," the master of the opera nodded: "When he joined the army with Duke of Silver, how could he think that he had the status he is today? All the information he filled in was real, and he would not be allowed to fill it out at that time."

At this time, the master of the opera took out another sealed bag: "When this man was in the first generation, he suspected that one of his children was not his biological child, so he sent a hair to do a paternity test, and then was intercepted by a master of the opera that year."

Duke of Storm was surprised. He had only recently begun to take over the work of the Jishima Master, and then he found that the Jishima Master was much more strict and perverted than he thought.

These people who can see fate have laid countless foreshadowings in fate!

The Duke of Storm said, "Okay, I know. You tell your father that someone's name, birthday, hair or blood, will surely die within one day."

The master of the opera has left.

The Duke of Storm brought six potions. He drew the hexagrams on the desk with his own blood, and then placed the black deer antlers, flying blue butterfly wings, the soil of the Black Leafland, the tongue of the Chunniu, the tears of the Yunxiong, and a cup of brandy on the six points of the hexagrams.

Then he placed the third brother's hair in the hexagram.

The Duke of Storm poured in with his own strength, but something strange happened. There was nothing wrong with the potion on the Hexagram, and nothing wrong with the hair in the Hexagram.

The curse failed?

Is a demigod who actually failed while cursing an A-level?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The Duke of Storm tried a lot, and even changed several types of black magic, but none of them succeeded.
Chapter completed!