The Bruher clan was located north of Lemia City.
The northern part of the Nikara Kingdom was basically the land of the Bruch clan, covering an area of more than 600,000 square kilometers.
As one of the seven great royal families, the Bruch clan was like a huge empire.
There was no end to the grand and huge palace, and there were luxurious castles everywhere.
Compared to the size of the Bruch clan, Count Castern's fief was a joke.
At this moment, in a magnificent palace.
Marquis Bruch, who was wearing a luxurious purple-gold robe and a dark red shawl, sat on a high spot.
His face was as gloomy as water, and his gaze was as sharp as an eagle as he looked at the person kneeling on one knee below.
The pressure of a Marquise made the man tremble in fear.
"You investigated the murder of my son for more than a year, but you still haven't found out the truth?”
Marquis Bruch's voice was cold and filled with killing intent.
" Lord Marquis, please calm down. It's my fault for being incompetent." His subordinate hurriedly kowtowed.”
"Humph! If it wasn't for the fact that our Bruch Family suffered heavy losses in the war against Azeroth last year and lacked useful people, I would have sent you to see Ancestor Lilith!”
Marquis Bruch snorted coldly.
He had lived for more than three thousand years, and this was the first time he had experienced the pain of losing a son.
When they were on the battlefield, Marquis Bruch had a premonition that this would be a tough battle. It was very likely that the Blood Breeds would not be able to defeat the Beastmen.
Therefore, out of personal feelings, he deliberately left his only son in the ancestral land and did not bring Marston to the battlefield.
Who would have thought that something would happen to Marston in the Ancestral Land?
Marquis Bruch would never forget the scene he saw a year ago.
His son's mutilated corpse lay on the cold ground. His head was shattered into countless pieces and mixed with the soil. There were cuts on his body from magic tools, as well as traces of burning from sunlight.
He died such a miserable death!
What puzzled him the most was that it was impossible for a vampire to have superpowers related to the sun. The battle happened at night, so how could he explain the residual essence sun fire on Marston's wound?
There were no survivors in Marston Castle.
It directly made this case an unsolved case.
"Hurry up and get out to investigate!”
The more Marquis Bruch thought about it, the angrier he got. He roared at the earl's subordinates like a lion," I'll give you another month. Don't come back to see me before you find out the truth!”
"This subordinate accepts the order!"
The earl quickly left, afraid that Marquis Bruch would go back on his word and capture him to eat.
"Don't let me find out who killed Marston. Otherwise, I will make you wish you were dead!”
Marquis Bruch gritted his teeth.
Then, he waved his hand and instructed the attendant,"Bring those women over!"
His only son had been killed, and he had no heir. He needed to work hard to make a child. In the past year, Marquis Brouch had been busy every night, sweating profusely in the coffin, performing a very primitive physical labor.
However, none of the women's stomachs had gotten bigger.
On the contrary, the conflict between him and the marchioness was getting bigger and bigger.
This further increased his hatred and hatred for the person who killed his son!
Suddenly, a servant ran in and reported,"
"Lord Marquis, Count Castern and his butler are here to visit. They are waiting outside the castle. Should we let them in?”
"Hmm?"
Marquis Brouch was stunned." Castin…That guy isn't dead yet?”
"No, I haven't." The servant answered truthfully," But from the looks of it, he's about to go to the Primogenitor's Divine Kingdom.”
"Humph! Castin had already become a half-dead cripple, yet he still came looking for him?”
Marquis Bruce's expression was very cold as he said indifferently," His blood has been contaminated by the poison of the Medusas. He will definitely die! He just wants to borrow some of my blood essence to extend his life. Let him go back. I won't see him!”
Why would he struggle if he died earlier and reincarnated earlier?
Although Count Castern had followed him on the battlefield for many years and made countless contributions, now that he had become a cripple, he had lost all value and lived a waste of his fief.
How precious was his blood essence?
Blood essence and blood were two completely different concepts. Even Marquis Bruch would need half a month to recover a drop of blood essence he had given someone.
Using such a precious thing to extend the life of a cripple, wasn't that a reckless waste?
Therefore, Marquis Bruch did not even let Castin and Fang Qingyan enter the main door.
……
Outside the castle, outside the iron gate.
" Please return, Earl."
" I'm sorry," the servant ordered mercilessly." The Marquis is busy with official business and has no time to meet you. Come again next time."”
"He…he doesn't want to see me?"
Castin sighed faintly. After a few seconds of silence, he waved his hand." Let's go, Edward. Let's go back."”
Fang Qingyan looked at the gorgeous castle in front of her expressionlessly, then pushed the wheelchair and returned the way she came.
As expected, like son, like father.
Marquis Bruch was heartless and had cut off all of Castin's hopes.
The sorrow of a dying hero;
The desolation of a fallen tiger.
……
"I'm dying."
On the way, Castin suddenly said faintly," Maybe today, or maybe tomorrow. In short…it'll be soon."”
If it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't hold on any longer, he wouldn't have shamelessly come looking for Marquis Bruch.
She did not expect him to really leave her in the lurch.
Castin was disheartened. He leaned weakly against the wheelchair and did not move.
Before the person died, the heart died first.
Fang Qingyan glanced at him and chuckled."Don't be so pessimistic. You can still live for a long time.”
……
After returning to the castle.
Castin made an astonishing decision!
He asked Fang Qingyan to issue a notice to dismiss his personal guards, including everyone in the castle. Everyone received a shocking amount of money.
Everyone knew what this meant…
"Stay here and bury me before you leave, Edward.”
Kastan said to Fang Qingyan.
Fang Qingyan nodded.”
To be honest, he didn't understand.
Why was a count who had lived for more than 800 years, a noble with boundless glory, so lonely at the end of his life?
No children, no lovers, no friends…
He didn't even have any last words before he died.
Everyone would die, but Count Castern's death was destined to be the most pitiful.
Fang Qingyan looked at the old man sleeping soundly in the wheelchair and silently made up his mind. He must not live like Castin, so lonely, pitiful, and miserable.
Not to mention having a lot of wives and concubines and grandchildren, he had to find a few more!
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