Creak--
The iron gate opened.
A group of armored guards walked in. Almost everyone was injured, and many of them were lying on stretchers with missing arms and legs. Their morale was low.
At the front of the team, Count Castern was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by his guards.
Fang Qingyan could not believe it. This half-dead, white-haired, and wrinkled old man was actually the elegant, elegant, and confident Count Casteine!
He felt his blood essence.
Fang Qingyan was even more speechless.
Count Castern's blood essence was not as active as a traditional Blood Breed. It was hard to imagine how badly he had suffered on the battlefield.
His blood essence withered, and his mental power was almost exhausted.
After Fang Qingyan sensed it briefly, she shook her head regretfully in her heart.
He had already injured his core. Unless a duke was generous enough to heal him, he would not be able to live for more than a few years.
Out of the eight hundred personal guards that he had taken with him when he set off, only a few dozen had returned alive.
It was tragic!
From this, it could be seen how badly the Blood Breeds had been tortured by the Beastmen in this battle.
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"Cough cough-"
Count Castern coughed weakly like an old man who was as old as a candle.
He looked around with a turbid gaze. When he saw that only Fang Qingyan and the other three or four people had come out to welcome him, he immediately had a bad feeling and became more energetic.
"Why…why are there only a few of you? Where's Albert?"
Fang Qingyan did not rush to answer. He pretended to look at the other people for a while.
Then, a servant at the side answered,"Earl, the old butler…he met with misfortune.”
Fang Qingyan and the others nodded in agreement."My condolences."
Castin was furious when he heard that. It was one thing to be ravaged by the orcs on the battlefield, but why was his home stolen?
"Speak!" His gaze sharpened, and he said in a hoarse voice," Tell me everything.”
After hearing the servants describe what had happened one after another, he was shocked.
The rage on Castin's face gradually turned into loneliness, sadness, and sorrow.
"It was Prince Marston? How could he bully my people when I wasn't around?”
He instantly aged ten years.
Although his eyes were burning with the flames of revenge, there was more helplessness in the face of cruel reality.
As an ordinary noble, he couldn't afford to offend the Bruch clan.
Moreover, with his current half-dead appearance, how could he talk about revenge?
But then, he heard the servants say that Count Marston's castle had been destroyed.
Castin's eyes lit up.
"How did you survive?”
he asked again.
"At that time, we thought that we were going to die, but a mysterious expert suddenly appeared and killed all the enemies. We just don't know if this expert was the one who killed Prince Marston.”
someone answered.
Castin nodded thoughtfully.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his trembling hand and waved."I know what happened. Everyone, disperse.”
Hearing this, the guards dispersed and left the castle.
After experiencing an extremely tragic war, they all missed their families very much.
"Sigh ~"
Castin sighed desolately. He looked at the servants and finally fixed his gaze on Fang Qingyan."Where is Albert's grave? Bring me to take a look."
Fang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He went forward and pushed the wheelchair to the cemetery at the back of the mountain.
Count Castern sat in a daze in front of the grave of the old butler, Albert, for a very, very long time.
The expression on his face was sometimes sad and sometimes self-reproaching.
"Albert and his father, grandfather, and grandfather have served me for more than seven hundred years. In fact, I have long since treated them as family.”
Count Castin's voice was low and hoarse.
It was as if he was talking to Fang Qingyan, but also as if he was talking to himself.
He was like a sad old man who was mourning the death of his loved one.
When the castle was in danger, the old butler, Albert, had risked his life to protect this place. If it wasn't for the fact that Castin treated him like his own, the old butler wouldn't have done so.
This was because while Castin treated Albert as his family, Albert had long since treated the castle as his home.
Fang Qingyan felt the sadness of this Earl and could only sigh in her heart.
It wasn't that he didn't want to save Albert, but that he was at the critical juncture of his breakthrough, so he didn't know what was happening in the outside world.
If he hadn't stood up for the humans in the small town, he wouldn't have gotten into trouble. Therefore, Fang Qingyan was responsible for the death of the old butler, Albert.
However, he did not regret it. If he had to do it all over again, Fang Qingyan would still kill those two guards who treated human lives with no regard.
Although Fang Qingyan was indifferent to fame and fortune and only wanted to cultivate in peace, there would not be eternal peace in this world. If you did not look for trouble, trouble would come back to you.
Therefore, when it was time to make a move, he still had to make a move.
"Edward…"
Castin turned to look at Fang Qingyan and said in a deep voice," You'll take over Albert's work in the future. Are you willing?”
Fang Qingyan was stunned.
He actually wanted a small servant like him to be the new butler?
This didn't make sense…This was too casual.
However, he immediately came to a realization.
Count Castern knew that he only had a few years left to live. The journey of his life was about to come to an end.
After losing the battle, coupled with Albert's death…he was already disheartened, and couldn't be bothered to deal with these things anymore.
"Alright, I won't let you down. I'll manage this castle well on behalf of old butler Albert.”
Fang Qingyan nodded and accepted the job.
Castin was very casual, and he was also very casual.
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