Like a thunderbolt, Bartley's expression was confused for a moment. Honorary Lord Bartley has never been regarded as a real nobleman, even he thought so, but Bartley is a smart businessman who can always learn from other people's opinions.
Smell the unusual flavor in your tone to obtain business opportunities and information.
Heir?
Xue Lai is his youngest daughter, so she has no inheritance rights. She is not considered an heir at all!
So why did the Earl say this? Is it just admiration? No, no, no, the ancient nobles are usually very good at being polite and polite, but it will never be the tone of Earl Li Cang!
Become a true noble within three generations?
Has the earl fallen in love with Xue Lai?
hiss...
There seems to be nothing wrong with intermarriage. After all, he was able to ignore the objections of those old guys and marry such a countess. She is definitely an infatuated person who can easily get carried away!
Bartley looked at Li Cang, who was as young as a jade, and then at his little daughter Xue Lai, who was pink and jade-like, and then at the countess, who was ferocious and terrifying... uh... taking on a human form... that's not right either.
..
This one doesn't even know how to wear a girdle. Look at how a real aristocratic lady can have such a lot of dirty tricks. How can she show up everywhere like this one and do the work of a gladiator?
Of course the countess would choose our snow!
"em" Bartley's thoughts were running wildly: "But that's not right. I am a lord. What's worth mentioning? No matter how depressed he is, the earl must at least find a baroness with the title of viscount to give birth to an heir.
Right? If we cede a little bit of the heir agreement, marrying the daughter of a marquis wouldn’t even be called Gao Pan!”
"So what do I have?"
"Yes, I have money!"
"But I have been pleading with him for several years. Why did the Earl suddenly change his mind? Wait, could it be that his illness has already..."
"Yes, that's it, and it can only be like that!"
"There's a lot to do! I, Bartley, have a lot to do!"
"Xuela Meyer Bartley, my quirky daughter, you have to know that my father doesn't want to push you into a pit of fire. He has already devoted his life to the family and does not need any additional dedication from you. Mr. Li Cang, Mr.
Compared with those nobles with evil intentions, he is a better candidate. At least... under his protection, you can live a good life with no worries about food and clothing, wealth and glory... even if the Bartley family encounters an unexpected event and is destroyed.
..Even if the Earl unfortunately dies of illness, you can still enjoy his shadow..."
"The wealth will disappear, but the family name will not. Let the blood of the Bartley family flow forever in the sacred Yuctra Hill. That is the trace of our coming, and that is the meaning of our existence! My dear daughter,
I have prepared for the worst, and I hope you can finally understand what your father has done for you and the family. I love you and our family more than anything!"
[Your ambiguous words confused Bartley's thinking, making him restless and starting to think wildly. Maybe you can take this opportunity to invite the lively and bold Miss Xuelai to enjoy the moon together. She has been secretly observing you for a long time]
[Your wife Lilith took out her 800 kilogram weight from nowhere. You restrained the impolite part of your thoughts and became reserved again. The life of a nobleman is so ritualistic]
Li Cang whispered to Li Laixi: "Are you sure this thing doesn't have the effect of subtly influencing the thoughts of the subordinates? Even in terms of character setting, this narration is too outrageous..."
"How do I know? I have no idea! You have the crest Gu and I have the ferocious dragon suit. No matter how many PUA words you use, it will be useless. Even if you have it, there is no way it will have an impact on us!"
"Well..."
Li Cang seriously doubted that the subordinates trapped in Yuktra Hill might only sincerely want to escape or clear the dungeon at the beginning. After living here for a period of time...
ha!
In short, the reasons are very good and the evidence is very conclusive.
Don't underestimate this kind of silent hint and guidance. Even without any additional technical effects, such as the extremely brutal method of the MLM organization before the disaster, it can achieve effects that are incredible to outsiders, let alone this Li Cang.
The narration doesn’t feel right.
The only person I have ever interacted with is Mr. Wonton, who can be regarded as a role model. Although he keeps complaining, it is obvious that he has a mentality of being content with the status quo. A 28-year-old can win
A master with a doctorate degree, a guy who dared to go to the track a year and a half ago, to insist that this kind of person has no temper, no energy and arrogance is simply going to the grave and burning newspapers!
[Honorary Lord Bartley thinks he has figured out part of your thoughts. He is cautious and can’t wait to ask you if you need material help. As a newly promoted honorary Lord and quasi-noble, he is happy to support the revival of a family with ancient bloodline.
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"The Abyss of the Dead." Li Cang thought clearly, "What does Lord Bartley think?"
Bartley was shocked, and the chair under his butt made a sharp creaking sound, almost running away on the spot: "Li, Your Excellency, Earl Li Cang? This is an impossible goal. The abyss of the dead is the last resort of the ancient blood nobles."
Forbidden! They will not allow a new person to step in and distribute the easy benefits, even if your family was one of them before!"
"The family carriage has not been used for a long time. The honor of our ancestors should not rot and mold in a damp basement."
"No! Did you listen to me? The Abyss of the Dead is filled with zombies and strange beasts. Your body, even if it gets there, is destined to die. The honor of the family does not need to be defended in this way. You are completely
You can marry a real noble lady and have children, and one day sooner or later..."
"From the moment you sat down, I think you have lost your choice." Li Cang said unhurriedly: "You urgently need a real nobleman to help you avoid Lord Victor's covetousness, don't you?
But what would he think if Mr. Victor, the so-called hyena, knew that you had a dinner party with me? I think a dog jumping over a wall and a vicious dog pouncing on food should be a pretty good description."
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Bartley was already stupid.
Empty wealth is never a good thing no matter when or where. He, the honorary Lord, has been regarded as a pig by the new and old nobles for a day or two. Getting close to Li Cang is nothing more than trying to fight to the death and get close to Li Cang.
Cang was his last life-saving straw. At least the down-and-out Earl still had room to deal with the hyena Victor, but he himself was not even qualified to have an equal dialogue.
But he couldn't imagine, not even in his dreams, that this Earl was actually plotting against the Abyss of the Dead!
That is where the true interests of all nobles lie. Not to mention taking a share of the pie, others will be skinned and cramped just to scare the monkeys. Given the tragic current situation of this earl, forcibly intervening is tantamount to seeking death. As for this earl,
For providing support, his fate will definitely, absolutely, definitely be 10,000 times worse than falling into the hands of Lord Victor. Those nobles will put him and all family members into a copper bull for roasting!
[Honorary Lord Bartley was frightened out of his wits by your sensational idea. He deeply regrets that he schemed against a fool and was punished by God. However, the done deal is already over. Even if he wanted to withdraw, it is too late. Today's meeting with you will undoubtedly make Count Victor miserable.
The only trace of patience he had was exhausted, and he had no choice]
"So, how many crystal coins do you need?" Bartley clenched his molars so hard that sparks popped out, and said tremblingly: "Dear Lord Cang Li, please give me some time, I.
..I still need to think..."
Think like a hammer!
Is it still useful to think now?
Bartley was afraid that he could not hold back and dig up the ancestral graves of Lao Li's family in front of him. Instead of offending everyone at the same time, he might as well go home and give his unsatisfied son a good beating to cool down his boiling brain and feel better again.
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(The author beeps quietly: There is no danger, yes, your author is still alive)
