After Signing In For 50 Years, I Became A Blood Clan Boss

[Chapter 19]: The new butler of the castle!

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The big iron gate opened.

A group of bodyguards in armor walked in, almost everyone was injured, and many of them were lying on stretchers without arms and legs, and their morale was low.

At the front of the line, Count Carstein sat in a wheelchair like that, being pushed around by his guards.

Fang Qingyan couldn't believe it, this half-dead, pale-haired, wrinkled old guy turned out to be the suave, elegant and confident Count Carstein!

Feel his blood.

Fang Qingyan was even more speechless in his heart.

Count Carstein's qi and blood activity at the moment is not as good as that of a traditional blood clan, and it is hard to imagine how badly he has suffered on the battlefield.

Qi and blood withered, and spiritual power was almost exhausted.

After Fang Qingyan felt it briefly, he shook his head regretfully.

The source has been injured, unless the Duke is not stingy with qi and blood to help him heal, he will definitely not live for a few years.

Of the eight hundred personal guards taken away when they set off, only a few dozen were left alive.

Terrible!

It can be seen that the blood race was abused by the orcs in this battle.

...

"Cough-cough-"

Count Carstein coughed weakly, like an old man with a candle in the wind.

He looked around with cloudy eyes, and saw that Fang Qingyan and the others were the only people who came out to greet him, a bad premonition arose in his heart, and he became a little more energetic.

"Why... how come it's just the few of you? Where's Albert?"

Fang Qingyan didn't answer quickly, and pretended to look at each other for a while with the other people.

Then a servant at the back replied: "Lord Count, the old housekeeper... he suffered a misfortune."

Fang Qingyan nodded in agreement: "Please condolences."

When Carstein heard the words, he immediately became furious, and even if he was ravaged by the orcs on the battlefield, why did he have his house stolen?

"Speak!" His eyes sharpened and his voice hoarse, "Tell everything again."

After hearing a few servants describe what happened in every word.

The fury on Carstein's face gradually turned into loneliness, sadness and sadness.

"His Royal Highness Marston did it? How could he bully my people while I'm away?"

He aged ten years in an instant.

Although the flame of revenge is burning in his eyes, it is more helpless when faced with cruel facts.

As an ordinary noble, he could not offend the Bruch clan at all.

What's more, what about revenge in this half-dead look?

But then, he heard the servants talk about the tragic destruction of Earl Marston's castle.

Carstein's eyes lit up a little.

"How did you survive?"

he asked again.

"We thought we were going to die, but suddenly a mysterious powerhouse appeared and killed all the enemies. We just don't know if this powerhouse was the one who killed His Highness Marston."

Someone answered.

Carstein nodded thoughtfully.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he raised his hand tremblingly and waved: "I know everything, everyone should leave."

When the guards heard the words, they all dispersed and left the castle.

After a brutal war, they all miss their families.

"Ah~"

Carstein sighed desolately, looked at a few servants, and finally fixed his gaze on Fang Qingyan: "Where is Albert's tomb? Take me to see it."

Fang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, pushed up the wheelchair, and went to the cemetery in the back mountain.

Count Carstein sat for a long, long time at the tomb of the old butler Albert.

The expression on his face is sometimes sad, sometimes self-blame.

"Albert and his father, grandfather, and grandfather have served me for more than seven hundred years. In fact, I have long regarded them as relatives."

Castan was hoarse because of the low voice of the count.

It's like talking to Fang Qingyan, or talking to himself.

He was like a sad old man mourning the death of a loved one.

When the castle was in crisis, the old butler Albert had to defend this place desperately. If Kastein had not treated him as his own, the old butler would not have done so.

Because Carstein regards Albert as his family, and Albert has long regarded the castle as his home.

Fang Qingyan felt the sadness of the count and nobleman, and could only sigh in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save Albert, it was just that he was at a critical moment of breakthrough and didn't know what was happening outside.

If he hadn't stood up for the humans in the small town of Bonn before, he wouldn't have gotten into trouble later, so Fang Qingyan was responsible for the death of the old housekeeper Albert.

But he didn't regret it. If he did it all over again, Fang Qingyan would still kill the two guards who were so careless.

Although Fang Qingyan is indifferent to fame and fortune, and just wants to practice quietly, but there will be no eternal peace in this world. If you don't look for things, things will come back to you.

So when it's time to do it, do it.

"Edward..."

Carstein turned to look at Fang Qingyan and said solemnly, "You can take over Albert's job in the future, are you willing?"

Fang Qingyan was stunned.

To make his little servant the new housekeeper?

It doesn't make sense...it's too casual.

But soon, he suddenly realized.

Count Carstein knew that he had few years to live and that his journey of life was coming to an end.

After losing the battle, coupled with Albert's death... He was already disheartened, and he didn't bother to toss with this shit anymore.

"Okay, I will not betray your trust and will manage this castle for the old butler Albert."

Fang Qingyan nodded and accepted the job.

Carstein was casual, and so was he.

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