The two-wing castle on the east and west wings is hidden in a large green forest and sea of roses, with mountains in the distance, beautiful poetry and painting.
It's like a fairyland.
Of course, it is the fairyland in the Western concept of questioning.
The castle, which is full of history, is surrounded by few people, and only a small road has been built leading to the castle gate.
Luo Qiu and Youye walked on the Rose Highway, recalling the transaction contents of the financial owner in the ledger, or the continuous transactions of the Ceausescu family over the past hundreds of years.
For more than five hundred years, the Ceausescu family has been using the souls of family members to purchase a demon that seals time.
As for this demon, it is the 'Piercing Man' that Yuye mentioned.
Or he could be called Grand Duke Vlad... But since he can be called Duke Impaler, Boss Luo can still be easily connected with the name Count Dracula.
But when Boss Luo and Youye walked to the gate of the castle, they unexpectedly saw a lot of modern vehicles. Although there were some expensive luxury cars among them, it was the brass-colored four-wheeled carriage that made him even more excited.
For the sake of interest.
It's really a carriage.
Boss Luo didn't intend to restrain himself. Before work, he felt that there was nothing wrong with being a tourist for a while. But inside the castle, there must be a hustle and bustle that was inconsistent with this peaceful sea of flowers.
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The Ceausescu family is a very old family in this land, which has been passed down from generation to generation and remains standing.
In the past few days, basically the entire family's descendants have rushed back from all over the country. The news is that Mr. Jonathan, the head of the Ceausescu family who just celebrated his sixty-fifth birthday, has been diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Will die soon.
He called a lawyer, seemingly to discuss the issue of wealth distribution. But according to past tradition, most of the property of the entire Ceausescu family would only be distributed to one person, and the rest would be distributed to
The rest.
In other words, Ceausescu's wealth has always been highly concentrated in the hands of one contemporary person - but strangely, every inheritance of wealth does not necessarily occur in the direct line of the head of the family.
Ceausescu's wealth inheritance seems to have always followed a mysterious and ancient judgment mechanism.
The butler, who had served the master of the castle for nearly thirty thoughts, now blocked everyone's plan to visit Mr. Jonathan.
"Fang Mao, why don't you let me see my grandfather!?"
The young man questioned loudly in front of the old butler. As Jonathan's direct grandson, the young Kista was extremely dissatisfied with the old butler's interference.
The old butler said: "My Master Kista, please forgive me for this rude behavior. But I have to obey the master's instructions and not let anyone see him until he is ready."
Kista was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "You said this was my grandfather's order?"
"My young master, exactly." The old butler nodded and looked around at the few young people present, as well as the older members of the Ceausescu family.
Because the heirs of the Ceausescu family were not necessarily direct descendants and would follow a secret mechanism that only the head of the family knew, he was able to see greed masked by anxiety and worry in the eyes of many people.
Among the many descendants of the Ceausescu family, there seems to be only one who does not care much about this. His name is Osmond, who is about the same age as Kista, and is also the grandson of Mr. Jonathan.
In the early years, Master Osmond's mother originally had a very enviable engagement. The other party was once a descendant of a sultan of a certain dynasty on this land, and it was also a very ancient family. But Master Osmond's mother fell in love with him.
A chef in the Ceausescu family's castle, the two eloped away, leaving only Master Osmond.
Master Osmond was only found by Mr. Jonathan nearly a year ago, and he was recognized as a member of the Ceausescu family, but because he was the remaining son from an elopement, he was not welcome to see him.
Young Osmond had been sitting at the back of the crowd, but now he walked out without saying anything.
He walked out of the east wing of the castle where Jonathan lived, and came to a quiet courtyard between the east and west wings. In the courtyard, the rose hedges created a small maze.
Osmond has been to this castle several times and knows that in the center of this small flower-walled maze, there is an ancient well that has been sealed. It is said to have dried up long ago and is covered by large rocks. There should be nothing surprising about it.
But every time Osmond passed by, his heart would beat inexplicably, as if he heard something whispering.
"Mr. Osmond."
Suddenly, someone called him from behind. When he turned around, he saw a man wearing a black robe and a silver cross. The cap covered his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Only his naked body could be seen.
A very fair-skinned nun.
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Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew open the gauze curtains, and there was a roaring sound. The lawyer who was discussing something with Mr. Jonathan frowned.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jonathan, who was lying ill in bed, suddenly said: "You should go out first. I want to be quiet for a while. I will call you again later."
The lawyer did not dare to say anything. He knew how much wealth this old man had in this land, and he also clearly understood the power of this family in the country.
The lawyer closed the door and exited. Jonathan lifted the quilt at this moment, walked out of bed, and looked seriously at the two figures who appeared on the balcony of the room at an unknown time.
Jonathan took a deep breath and said, "You are here after all."
"Mr. Jonathan, according to the contract time thirty years ago, the deadline is before sunrise tomorrow. Please make preparations." You Ye looked at Jonathan and said calmly.
Of course, the conversation between the two is done in a special language.
Luo Qiu could understand this conversation very clearly - in Hungarian.
Well, it took five days. But in fact, if it only takes five days to master a foreign language...it's so cheap!
"Mr. Isaacs, long time no see." Jonathan looked calm.
In fact, it was precisely because he knew that his time was coming that he rushed to deal with his inheritance and choose an heir. He looked at You Ye, whose appearance had not aged in thirty years, and thought that the man next to her was naturally from the club.
boss.
Although it is not clear why it has the appearance of a clown, no matter what happens in this mysterious place handed down from ancient times, Jonathan is not willing to delve too deeply into it.
"Mr. Jonathan, this..." Youye was about to correct Jonathan's mistake.
Unexpectedly, the new leader of the club waved his hand, nodded, and said in fluent Hungarian: "Long time no see, indeed."
What the new boss is thinking about is very simple.
He doesn't take the blame for his ex, he just came here to collect the debt...
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PS1: I feel a little uncomfortable, so I’ll update my post-zero update tomorrow morning. It’s been as hot as roasting a pig every day recently, and the air conditioner is blowing too hard... I’m really a loser.
PS2: But I also updated two chapters today! Hey! Where are the tickets..._(:3 ∠)_
