Trafford’s Trading Club

"What? Osmond?"

Master Cista of the Ceausescu family slapped the table angrily, like a mad bull.

The lawyer who had been bribed early was saying some information that was difficult for him to accept.

"Mr. Kista, this is indeed Mr. Jonathan's last will and will, and it will be announced after his legal death."

"No! He is just the offspring of a daughter who eloped! He is a stain on the Ceausescu family. How can he inherit 90% of the Ceausescu family's inheritance!"

"Mr. Hista, Mr. Jonathan has completed the preparation of the will under my witness." The lawyer shook his head at this time and said: "The will needs to be kept confidential. Let me tell you that it has violated my professional ethics... Please Hista Mr. Ta, don’t tell others that I told you this, just think of it as a reward for my help in the first place.”

After the lawyer finished speaking, he left in a hurry.

Kista sat down again, unable to calm down. Although it has happened many times in the past traditions that the successors of Ciosescu are not necessarily direct relatives, he still thinks that he is the best among the successors of this generation.

"I actually gave it to a bastard..." Kista gritted her teeth.

The young talent's face was as ferocious as a poisonous snake.

"Yes, you contributed a lot to the Ceausescu family, but in the end you only got 10% of the wealth...and it was shared equally with everyone else. Your grandfather was really partial."

At some point, a young woman's voice came from the balcony of the room. Kista turned around and looked.

Wearing a black robe, even the black robe can't hide that plump body...a woman dressed as a nun.

"nun?"

This is the room on the fourth floor of the castle. Kista really can't figure out how this woman appeared on the terrace... Maybe she had been hiding before she entered the room, and she even eavesdropped on the conversation between herself and the lawyer. ?

"Mr. Kista, it doesn't matter who I am..." The nun paused and said softly: "What matters is, don't you want to get the Ceausescu family's wealth?"

"Who are you?"

Seeing the sudden and strange appearance of a woman dressed like a nun - the nun did not lead people to do good, but was here to discuss the inheritance of a large family's inheritance? Are you kidding me?

"Mr. Kista, don't you want to know the Ceausescu family's true criteria for judging heirs?"

"You..." Kista frowned.

He works out all the year round and also learns Western boxing. As a young and strong man, he is not afraid of this petite-looking woman. He squinted at the nun in front of him: "...what do you know?"

"Then it starts from a long, long time ago..." A slight smile appeared on the face that only showed the lower half, "an ancient legend."

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"It seems that the original head of the family must have loved his wife deeply, right?"

Speaking of the origin of the Ceausescu family's seal, Luo Qiu lamented, but he immediately remembered another thing, "Did the Impaler become a vampire because he once made a wish in a club in the past?"

"certainly."

Luo Qiu frowned and said: "Vampires in Western legends are immortal... Isn't this debt forever irrecoverable?"

Youye said: "Vampires live on blood and have to follow their bloodthirsty instincts, so they can theoretically survive forever. So, the Impaler needs to be sealed, right?"

Luo Qiu was stunned.

He suddenly understood something.

No matter how much blood the cruel Impaler swallowed due to the war, no matter how powerful he became, if he was dismembered and his body was separated, after many years... he would still 'starve to death', right?

"Behind the group that killed the Impaler back then... was there also the shadow of the club?" Luo Qiu suddenly asked.

"The previous master didn't say that." Youye smiled and said, "So Youye doesn't dare to guess...but there is one thing I know."

"What is it?"

"The wife of the former head of the Ceausescu family will not be tempted innocently." Youye said calmly: "Among the twenty-one surviving black soul envoys, there is an envoy who is on vacation and once came to Pass through this castle."

The club's new boss took a good moment of silence.

It gives the Impaler the power of immortality.

It may have been the driving force behind the killing and dismemberment of the Impaler.

A black soul envoy once came to the castle...

The wife of the head of the Ceausescu family was tempted and secretly drank the blood of the Impaler, causing tragedy.

The rules of succession passed down from generation to generation in the Ceausescu family...

The Impaler will eventually die due to weakness, and until then, the club can continue to obtain souls traded to seal the demon from the Ceausescu family.

Perhaps this is the tip of the iceberg among the countless unknown dark sides of the club’s past?

Luo Qiu suddenly shook his head and said with emotion: "The previous boss was really good at doing business."

But You Ye asked: "Master, do you think it's inappropriate?"

Luo Qiu shook his head again and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just feel that the novice teaching comes a little early... but it's better to be earlier."

Youye smiled and said nothing.

Luo Qiu looked at the castle thoughtfully at this moment, and suddenly said: "Who is that guy jumping around in the castle?"

Youye said: "They are probably people from the Black Order... They are really good. It seems that after hundreds of years of rest, they have recovered a lot."

Black…Order.

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In the evening, it started to rain lightly.

Mr. Jonathan of the Ceausescu family suddenly made all the young people of this generation - young people under thirty years old - anxious.

With the support of the old housekeeper, the gray-haired Mr. Jonathan quietly came to the courtyard between the east and west wings with the eleven young people in his family.

They passed through the flower hedge and came to an ancient well in the center of the rose wall maze.

The butler took an ancient key from Mr. Jonathan's hand and walked to the edge of the ancient well. He groped around the body of the ancient well, and finally pulled out a piece of brick, revealing a keyhole.

When the key is inserted and twisted, a sound like the turning of a millstone can be heard.

The ancient well in front of me suddenly cracked in the middle, and then opened to both sides. At the same time, I heard Mr. Jonathan say in an indifferent voice: "Go in... Heirs, I will be inside, and among you." Selected.”

The mysterious scene in front of them made everyone look hesitant, but more importantly, they were yearning for the huge wealth of the Ceausescu family.

Kista frowned.

Osmond is not here...Jonathan did not call Osmond!