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The corpse of the war giant is too huge, and the transformation pool of this level can't hold it at all. It can only spray out the liquid light energy in the transformation pool like a fountain, and then wash it all over its body in the form of spray.

The damaged corpse was repaired bit by bit, and its fleshy body was transformed into a light elemental body inch by inch.

This process may have to continue for some time. It just so happened that Wu Hui suddenly received a message from someone in the lower realm. Immediately, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After arranging the game for several days, the good show was finally about to begin.

Anyway, being idle in the Kingdom of Light is also idle, and of course this good show should not be missed.

With just one thought, Wu Hui's main consciousness returned to his mortal body. The whole process was skillful and natural. Obviously, Wu Hui has become more and more adapted to this kind of life.

It felt like playing an online game on Earth, where he could log in and log out at any time, which made his life gradually more colorful.

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Bright Plane, Fort Thorn.

Since losing its master, Thorn Castle has welcomed several groups of guests in the past few days, from the younger brothers and sisters of the same generation as Earl Raymond, to the elders of the collateral line of the Raymond family, and even the blood relationship has been incomparable. Several of the weak relatives came.

On the surface, these people put on an air of elegant aristocrats, but in their bones they looked like a pack of wolves pouncing on their food. All of them stared at the temporarily unowned land of Thornland with red eyes.

The Territory of Thorns has a vast area, covering more than 30,000 square kilometers. There are mountains, rivers, and a lot of fertile farmland in the territory. There are four cities like Luan City alone, and one is bigger and more prosperous. The main city that has been operating for hundreds of years. With the daily flow of people, the tax revenue alone is a huge sum.

Not only that, but the Raymond family also has a huge amount of property that ordinary civilians can't imagine, as well as various ways to make money.

This is an extremely delicious and attractive giant cake. Even if you can't take all of it, just taking a bite on it is enough to make many people "eat" their stomachs full.

The old butler of Thorn Castle was very busy.

On the one hand, these relatives who came here are all nobles, and he can't neglect any of them. On the other hand, the ownership of the title has not yet been determined, and his future is still in a fog.

After a few days, the old housekeeper lost a lot of weight.

this day.

In the resplendent castle hall, a middle-aged man wearing a dark red aristocratic uniform was sitting comfortably on the main seat that should have belonged to the owner of the castle.

This middle-aged man is about fifty years old. Although he is no longer young, he is still full of energy. His well-maintained skin has not lost its elasticity. His light golden half-length hair is combed neatly and softly. The ground is attached to the back of the head, the blue-gray eyes are deep and blurred, and the romantic and suave youth can be seen vaguely.

"Viscount Mars, this is the seat only the owner of Thorn Castle can sit in. You..." The old butler of Thorn Castle looked at him with a embarrassed face, hesitating to speak.

"Heh~ Old John, why are you still so rigid?" Viscount Mars glanced at him lightly, and smiled nonchalantly, "My brother is dead, and his only designated heir, my poor nephew, is also dead. I have unfortunately died. According to the law of noble succession, I am the first heir in line, so of course I am the next owner of Thorn Castle. It is just a seat in advance, why not?"

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the old housekeeper, but looked around critically.

"My brother's aesthetics are really as bad as ever." He frowned in disgust, and ordered the manpower he brought to start renovating the hall without any politeness.

"The style of this curtain is too old-fashioned. It has long been out of fashion, and only my brother Earl Raymond is still using it. Change it."

"This sofa is too old-fashioned. Change it."

"This... changed."

"……Changed."

"……Changed."

That posture was like pointing the country, and it didn't take the old housekeeper seriously.

Under his command, one thing after another was replaced, and in a short while the castle hall was unrecognizable.

The servants in the castle watched Viscount Mars's men messing around in the castle, feeling anxious and angry, and frequently looked at the butler.

The old butler was also flushed with anger, trembling all over.

However, as a housekeeper, he is only a servant of the Raymond family in the final analysis. When Earl Raymond was around, he naturally didn't have to be afraid of Viscount Mars, but now... no matter how much resentment he has in his heart, he can't let it out come out.

Waving to the servants, the old butler took a deep breath to suppress his anger, and wanted to make a last effort to persuade Viscount Mars.

However, before he could speak, another voice floated down the stairs.

"Mars, Mars, where is this going? Are you so impatient? Aren't you afraid that you won't be on the earl's throne in the end, making you laugh?"

As soon as the voice fell, a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes came down the stairs.

Compared with Viscount Mars, this middle-aged man is obviously much younger, about forty years old, the contours of his face are very similar to Viscount Mars, but those deep blue eyes are more transparent, It's like the sky that has cleared the clouds, making people feel more comfortable.

However, compared with his appearance, his temperament is more impressive.

He did not wear the aristocratic uniforms that the nobles often wear, but a knight uniform. He looked very tall and straight without losing the aristocratic demeanor, personable, dignified and natural.

Seeing him, the old butler's eyes lit up slightly, and he bowed to him reservedly and respectfully: "Master Viscount Norman."

"Uncle John, you don't have to be polite."

Viscount Norman nodded kindly to the old butler, then waved his hand, and the servants behind him immediately stepped down the stairs, preventing Viscount Mars' men from changing things.

Viscount Mars didn't stop him, but just looked at Viscount Norman with cold eyes, with a half-smile on his face: "My good brother, you were not so polite to Old John before. What's the matter? I want to win his support, or I want to show off Your demeanor of a level 4 great knight? It's a pity that you can't get the right of inheritance just based on these."

"It's really not enough. After all, you married the daughter of Earl Carlos's family~" Viscount Norman raised his eyebrows, not only did not get angry at Mars' sarcasm, but showed a subtle smile, "But , this time, the little brother may let the big brother down."

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced behind him, and the smile on his face suddenly deepened: "Do you think so, Mr. Andre?"

Only then did Viscount Mars notice that there was still a person standing behind Viscount Norman.

The figure was slightly shorter than the Viscount Norman, but his figure was very thick and strong, his body was muscular, his arms were almost as thick as two ordinary people, and his face was covered with dark red beards, giving people the impression of Extraordinarily solid and heavy.

Not only that, but behind this person was a huge shield almost as tall as a person. The shield was thick and heavy, with a black luminescence glowing on its surface. Just looking at its appearance, it seemed as if it could make people feel the powerful defensive power.

This person, isn't this person the level 6 sub-sage next to his brother, Andre O'Neill?

Viscount Mars was startled, and stood up from the sofa suddenly: "Mr. Andre, you, aren't you in the barracks? Why, how come..."

"Mr. Andre was naturally invited back by me." Viscount Norman smiled viciously, "After all, the change of the earl's title is a major matter for the entire Thorn Territory. In case the successor is not good at production, he will only prodigal An incompetent dude, his old man will also be very troubled."

Hearing this, Andre O'Neill nodded slightly with a serious expression: "Viscount Norman is right. The old Earl Raymond treated me well, and I can't just watch the property he left be squandered by others."

As he spoke, his dark brown eyes glanced at Viscount Mars, and then he looked away.

Obviously, in his eyes, Viscount Mars is the one who doesn't care about giving birth but only prodigals. As for the Viscount Norman, he is talented, hard-working, and his viscountdom is also well-run, and he is even more personable, even if he treats ordinary people with a pleasant face, he is the heir to the title he favors.

Viscount Mars blushed with anger.

In normal times, if Norman dared to taunt him like this, he would have been unable to bear it. However, at this moment, compared with the taunts of the two, he cared more about Andre O'Neill's choice to support Norman this matter.

Andre O'Neill is a sub-holy-level powerhouse as famous as Edmund the Flamewalker. The two defend and attack together, which is the strongest trump card in the hands of Earl Raymond.

Now that the Flame Walker died, Andre O'Neill became the only sub-holy-level powerhouse under the Raymond family, and he was also the actual controller of the Thorn Knights. His high status and weight were simply not his space. In the name of an heir, but in fact, there is no comparison to the Viscount with much real power.

Norman got the support of Andre, and the balance of victory suddenly tilted more than half to his side. I want to get the title, I'm afraid...

Viscount Mars clenched his fists, and his face became more and more ugly.

The old butler looked at the expression on Viscount Mars's face, his face was calm, but he felt very happy in his heart.

Mars, relying on himself as the heir, didn't take him seriously at all. This time, it can be regarded as retribution.

"Yo~ so lively? It seems that I came at the right time~"

Suddenly, a carefree male voice came from the door.

Everyone in the hall was startled, and turned their heads suddenly, and saw three people coming in the corridor outside the door, led by the male servant.

There were three people, two men and one woman, and the one walking in the front was a young man wearing a bright red aristocratic uniform.

He has exquisite facial features and a pair of green eyes like emeralds. His long flowing golden hair is loosely tied with a tie at the end, and he is full of aristocratic demeanor Suave.

Walking beside him was a young man with black hair and black eyes. He was wearing a white and luxurious robe with gold trim, with only a short stubble of black hair left on his head, he looked a bit maverick, but there was a noble bearing in his steps, his appearance was imposing, and his demeanor was extraordinary.

Behind the black-haired youth, followed by a woman.

This woman was wearing a long red dress with slits, her already bumpy figure was outlined more and more hotly, her big chestnut wavy hair spread all the way to her waist, she looked a little lazy and unable to raise her spirits, He was stunned to be a long way behind the two of them.

However, her twinkling peach blossom eyes seem to be seductive, coupled with that lazy expression, it is called a charming and enchanting.

These three people have their own characteristics, and each of them is an eye-catching existence when they are taken out alone. Now the three of them are walking together, just like walking luminous bodies. God for a moment.

However, the next moment, someone recognized the young man in charge.

"Master Black."

The old butler was the first to react and bowed down to salute him.

It turned out that these three people were Black, Wu Hui, and the beautiful boss Liliana.

"Blake Lytton." Viscount Norman narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "What are you doing here? Could it be that you, an illegitimate child, still want to covet the Earl's title?"

Facing such aggressive questioning, Wu Hui was also filled with emotions. Whether it is the earth or another world, the hearts of those fighting for power are the same.

It's a pity that these confident guys don't know that everything is just making wedding clothes for Wu Hui.

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