Eight Hundred and Seven Bear Children

When the Dragon Emperor was preparing to bluff and negotiate conditions with the Alan Hill Empire, another corner of the world, a gorgeous castle, a room with carved beams and painted buildings, was staged a good show.

"Slap!" After a loud slap, a young man in gorgeous aristocratic attire fell to the ground. He crawled twice in fear, only to avoid the exhausted kick of the middle-aged nobleman behind him.

"What are you doing! He is your own son!" The middle-aged noble woman in gold and silver tugged at her husband, crying and begging for mercy, "What trouble did you get into again? Hurry up, hurry up!" Your father apologizes!"

"Apologize? It's late!" Panting, the man broke away from the woman's pull, and kicked again after catching up: "You bastard! How did I give birth to such a fool as you!"

"I know I'm wrong! I know I'm wrong, can't I?" The young man who rolled and crawled and got kicked fell on the floor, crying and begging for mercy, making the castle downstairs being cleaned as usual The servants were all silent.

"Okay! You are an earl anyway, what do you look like beating your son like this..." Seeing her son being beaten like this, the woman immediately felt distressed again, and caught up with her husband: "You too calm down."

The manly hands didn't know where to put them. While pushing and shoving, he wanted to continue kicking his son on the ground: "Get out of the way! I'm going to kill this idiot with my own hands today!"

"No matter what mistakes he made, he's still just a child..." The woman glanced at her son distressedly, and seeing that he didn't know how to run away, she turned her head resentfully, and persuaded her husband: "He I've confessed to you, didn't I already know I was wrong! At his age, what kind of trouble can he cause?"

"It's nothing more than a little rascal who seduced our family Sam... Send some money and you'll be fine..." From her point of view, her husband's family has a big business, and nothing is unjust.

In fact, with the strength of their family, there is really nothing wrong with this remote village.

It's nothing more than occupying someone's girl, or killing someone's unsightly bastard, it's not a big deal.

If it's a big deal, just lose some money. Isn't this kind of thing happening less often in the past? If you want to blame your husband who is usually too busy and doesn't care about the family, the children are naturally more naughty.

But children are still children after all, no matter how naughty they are, how much trouble can they cause? Isn't it just to find a few old friends, totuo relationship, and the matter will be over?

"You! What do you know?" The man was on the verge of collapse,

He pointed at his son with trembling fingers, wishing he could swallow him alive: "Let him talk! Let him talk by himself!"

"Sam...you, what trouble did you get into this time?" While stopping her husband, the woman turned around and questioned her son.

The young man who fell on the ground turned pale with fright, and replied tremblingly, "I, I am, I just joined an...an, an organization, and made some friends in it."

The more he spoke, the more fluent he became, and even as he spoke, he felt that he was right: "They are all nobles. We have made an agreement. In the future, we can help each other and make our business bigger!"

Of course, he concealed the most important part, that is, this so-called mysterious organization that helps each other, and the gathering to discuss matters is a terrible crime of treason.

"You! You still have the face to say it!" The earl subconsciously wanted to touch the long sword on his waist, but found that he was in his own home and did not wear the long sword that symbolized the family's glory.

He really wanted to kill his son with a sword, because he had heard about that organization and knew what terrible things that organization was planning.

This mysterious organization was established by a group of bastards who were not afraid of death. They wanted to overthrow the rule of Emperor Alan Hill and use businessmen to control the entire empire.

These guys have been getting together frequently recently to discuss how to assassinate the ancient emperor, create chaos and seek power.

He didn't dare to participate in this kind of activity, but what he didn't know was that his son joined this organization behind his back, and was still making suggestions in it, as if he was a little boss!

Of course, if it's just that, he can break the son's leg today and put him in the dungeon, so that he won't be fooled again.

But to his despair, just yesterday, His Majesty the Emperor Chris was really assassinated!

When he heard the news, he was still gloating, thinking that those who planned the assassination were idiots—as a result, just now, his son, who had been fooling around all night outside, was terrified and confessed everything to him.

"Your good son! He went out to fool around and deceive those girls, I don't care! Now he is planning to assassinate the emperor!" Pointing at his son, the count almost lost his anger.

"Isn't it planning to assassinate...you, what are you talking about?" The countess was stunned for a moment when she heard her husband say such a terrible word. She stood there in a daze, even forgetting about her son, who was still lying on the floor.

The entire castle fell into an unusually weird silence, as if the people who had just quarreled had evaporated at this moment.

...

"Kudden..." In another castle, a chair with gorgeous waves carved on the armrest fell to the floor, struggling with a pair of feet hanging in the air, and stopped moving after a while.

When the servant pushed open the door and was about to enter the room to pack things, the young and beautiful she saw two other maids lying on the floor, with unwillingness and pain written all over their ferocious faces.

They were poisoned to death because white spittle was still flowing from the corners of their mouths. On the bed lay a naked woman who was the mistress of the family.

At this moment, she no longer has the grace and luxury of the past, and she has long been silent when lying there. A poison bottle rolled over on the floor, and the strangely colored liquid inside spilled out and was flowing along the cracks in the floor.

"Ah!" The maid yelled hysterically, and the servants who heard the yell quickly gathered around.

They saw their master, that is, the young master of this room hanging from the beam, motionless. He was wearing decent clothes, but the shoe on one foot fell to the ground because of struggling.

A few hours ago, this corpse hanging from the beam was the richest young man in this small town...

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