Trafford’s Trading Club

The two-winged 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 continued to use the souls of family members to buy a demon to seal time.

As for this demon, it is the 'Piercing Man' that Youye mentioned.

Or he could be called Archduke Vlad... But since he can be called Duke Impaler, Boss Luo can easily be connected with the name Count Dracula.

But when Boss Luo and Youye walked to the castle gate, 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 interested him even more.

It's really a carriage.

Boss Luo has no intention of restraining himself. Before work, he feels that there is nothing wrong with being a tourist for a while. But inside the castle, there must be a hustle and bustle that is inconsistent with this peaceful sea of ​​flowers.

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The Ceausescu family is a very old family in this land. It 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 place. The news is that Mr. Jonathan, the head of the Ceausescu family, who has just celebrated his sixty-fifth birthday, has been diagnosed with a terminal illness and will die soon.

He called a lawyer, seemingly to resolve the issue of wealth distribution. But according to past traditions, most of the property of the entire Ceausescu family will only be distributed to one person, and the rest will be distributed to the rest of the people as if it were sent away.

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 obstruction.

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 meet 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, that's right." 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 are not necessarily direct descendants and will follow a secret mechanism that only the head of the family knows, 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, only one seemed not to care much about this. His name is Osmond, he is about the same age as Kista, and he 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 from a certain dynasty on this land, and it was also a very ancient family. But Master Osmond's mother fell in love with a cook in the Ceausescu family castle, and the two eloped away, leaving Master Osmond alone.

Master Osmond was only found by Mr. Jonathan nearly a year ago, and he was recognized as a member of the Ceausescu family. However, because he was the remaining son from an elopement, he was not welcome to see him.

Young Osmond was sitting behind 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, rose hedges create a small maze.

Osmond has been to this castle several times and knows that there is an ancient well that has been sealed in the center of this small flower-walled maze. It was said that it had dried up a long time ago and was weighed down by boulders, so there should have been nothing surprising about it.

But whenever 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 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 terrifying the 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 - it was 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, precisely because he knew his end was coming, he was anxious to deal with his inheritance and choose his successor. He looked at Youye, whose appearance had not aged in thirty years, and thought that the man next to her was naturally the owner of the club.

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 the update after midnight will be changed to tomorrow morning. It's been as hot as roasting a pig every day lately, and the air conditioner is blowing too hard... My body is indeed a bad guy.

PS2: But I also updated two chapters today! Where are the tickets..._(:3　∠)_