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Leonard took the stiff Coster into his arms and put his mud-filled head on his lap.

"I have been thinking since I was a child, how can people like you and me who are both cold-blooded and not afraid of death can taste the taste of pain. Finally one day, when you asked your sister to kill her beloved horse, I thought of what to do. ******Nader smiled and said: "Father, I found that your greatest wish in this life is to continue the Farrell family, so..."

"So, are you going to destroy the Farrell family?"

Coster put away the almost harmless disguise before, and turned to coldly: "Then you are wrong, all families will be destroyed one day, I will feel sad for not being able to continue the family, but definitely not... "

"Look, aren't you wrong again?" Leonard patted his face playfully.

"How could I be willing to destroy such a good toy? Not only do I want the Farrell family to continue, but also to continue in the strongest possible way, the Farrell family will become the royal family of Farrell! If there is even a chance , I will make it the strongest dynasty on this land!"

Coster snorted coldly. "And then I'll die before the family reaches the top, without being able to see it with my own eyes? I admit it will make me miserable, but you are my son after all! With my blood, even if I can't see that day, I still……"

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet." Leonard smiled and waved out a finger.

"It's definitely not your blood that inherits all this. I will never have a child in my life. All your children except me will die, including my stupid sister."

Leonard gestured enthusiastically. "Not only that, I also want to erase all traces of the Farrell family. I have burned the ancestors' deeds. The family motto that has been passed down will be changed, and the family emblem will also be changed, um... just from It's better to change the thorn-bearer to the thorn-slayer."

"I will spend decades killing all those who have the blood of the Farrell family, and destroying all the books that recorded the Farrell family.

I'll put the name Farrell on top, but blood, coat of arms, honor, motto, everything else will become something else.

All the things you want to guard will not stay, and in the end, there will not even be a person who remembers the Farrell family. Except for this name, all the traces of the Farrell family's existence will be removed by me bit by bit. erase……"

"Crazy... lunatic... you lunatic!" Coster finally lost his calm, roared fiercely, cursing his son, but the panic and fear in his eyes were hard to hide.

In the sound of his father's fearful curses, Leonard slowly opened his arms and looked at the thousands of corpses in the valley wearing the thorns' family emblems, breathing the **** air around him, enjoying himself. Close your eyes.

"It's not wrong! I'm not a madman without reason. I just found the meaning of life when I was very young. From that day on, the only meaning of my life is to make you feel pain."

He smiled and said: "I will keep your memory, make you an elemental creature with infinite lifespan, and make you a stone sculpture in front of the gate of Iron Thorns, watching the Farrell family reach the top, helplessly. Watching it erase every trace of it by me, and helplessly... oh? Dying so soon?"

The man in Leonard's arms glared at him with wide eyes, but those once majestic eyes had lost their lustre, and a hand pierced his heart, which was Coster's own hand.

Leonard stood up cheerfully, kicked away the middle-aged man's body, and snapped his fingers in satisfaction.

"it's your turn."

The man in black, who had been standing silently behind him, stepped forward and chanted some kind of sinister incantation. After a while, Coster's body shook, and a ghost covered in mud floated out of it.

Looking at the shocked ghost, Leonard grinned happily, revealing a set of sharp teeth.

"Father, do you think you can avoid becoming an elemental creature if you cut yourself off? In fact, I lied to you, I can't find a great alchemist who can be an elemental creature, but there are really petitioners who can revive ghosts. One."

He happily took out a strangely-shaped puppet from his arms, raised his hand to take Coster's ghost in, and put his lips together and said softly:

"I will use the strongest stone to carve a statue for you. As for the shape..."

Leonard turned Coster's body over with his toes, studied it carefully, and then rubbed off the mud from the soles of his shoes in disgust.

"Forget it, you're so ugly now, let's sculpt it like me. It's better for your face to disappear in everyone's memory."

"Leonard! Leonard!"

The ghost covered in mud stuck its head out of the puppet, and roared with a grim face: "It's useless! No matter how much you do, it can't change the truth! I'm your father, and your body is dripping with my blood. The Farrell family will never perish! You will become the most splendid mark of the Farrell family in this world! You are my continuation! You will always..."

Leonard smiled and didn't speak. He took a beautiful wooden box from the man in black behind him, and carefully put the "treasure" in his hand into it.

Then, he put on the cover that glowed with soft white light, the curses and roars of malice disappeared, the relief of the saint on the cover slowly lit up, and a heart-piercing scream came from the wooden box.

Leonard moved the wooden box to his ear and listened to the sound inside the box with an expression of incomparable enjoyment on his face.

The man in black behind him raised his head and glanced at it, and found that the relief of the saint on the lid of the box was a little familiar, and upon closer inspection, it was nine points similar to Miss Jessica.

It's just that compared to the young lady who always had a cold eyebrow, those embossed eyebrows looked much gentler and more mature, like Miss Jessica when she was in her thirties.

The man in black robe waited patiently for a long time, but Leonard was still fascinated by the screams in the box, even with tears in his eyes, as if he was enjoying a touching opera, without speaking to him at all the meaning of.

He couldn't help but reminded: "Lord Leonard, how long does it take to prepare the materials you promised?"

Leonard seemed to wake up from a sweet dream~www.wuxiaspot.com~ frowned and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Hey! You really don't know the atmosphere. I'm enjoying the beauty of revenge here. You interrupt me so rudely, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

The man in black robe raised his head, and a smile appeared on his bloodless face under the hood.

"Of course not afraid, you still need me to provide this ghost with the power of death to maintain its existence under the burning of the holy light. As long as this ghost is not dead, then I am safe, and you will even send someone to protect it. I."

Leonard pouted angrily. "Tsk, smart people are hard to deal with. I promise you that there will be no shortage of materials, but you have to change this broken box. The voice is too low now."

He cherished the "broken box" and said angrily, "If I don't bring it to my ear, I won't be able to hear the swearing in it, and I still want to fall asleep listening to it these days, don't you? Do you want me to sleep with this broken box?"

The man in black robe spread his hands helplessly.

"Lord Leonard, this ghost is going to be sealed in the statue. What if you are used to listening to his curses and fall asleep, and after he is sealed in the statue, you suddenly can't sleep? To hold the statue..."

"Hey~ let's forget it." Leonard shook his head and said regretfully, "Even if it's his own statue, it's still disgusting to sleep with a man in his arms. You should take it for me."

He casually threw the box in his arms to the man in black robes like a trash. Leonard strode towards the convoy in the distance. A smiling old man and a beautiful girl were waiting for him.

"Let's go, let's go and thank the people of Fortune Church. Without them, it would have taken a lot of effort to kill all the direct descendants of the Farrell family."