Chapter 1016 I Want to Be the Head of the House

There was a hint of remorse in Jin Longniang's eyes, she didn't think of this, and made a fuss about martial arts. But although it was late, there was nothing to worry about.

Because of Moreya's identity, he can control the top families of the Federation through martial arts, but she can't achieve the same good results as Moreya by expanding her power in this way.

Drip!

At this moment, an urgent message sounded, Jin Longniang was stunned for a moment, looked around subconsciously, and then realized that it was not her message,

"Muria, someone sent you a message."

"Well, I heard it." Morea clicked on the message prompt that popped up on the top of the communicator's screen, and then saw the content above, and the corners of her mouth curved upwards unconsciously.

"Who sent you a message and smiled so happily, is it a girl? If so, I'll have to tell Michaela." Seeing Muria whose smile gradually became brighter, Jin Longniang picked it up eyebrows asked, with a playful look on his face.

"Don't talk nonsense, an elder of the Douglas family sent me an invitation to invite me over to dinner."

When Morea heard Jin Longniang's words, she rolled her eyes helplessly, and then explained.

"Oh, don't think that I don't know what tricks people in this world will do when they eat. You'd better be honest and don't do anything other than eating."

"Don't you think you're worrying a bit too much?"

"I think I'm worrying too much, that's ok, you give me some hush money, and then I won't ask you about your business, no matter how foolish you are in this world, I won't tell Michaelella, how is it? ?"

"Away, I didn't do anything, what's the hush money?" Morea looked at Jin Longniang, who was ready to kill him at any time, with a look of disgust on her face.

"If you give it after you've done it, the price of the sealing fee will go up. Why don't you think about it?"

"I don't have any money, don't look for me, you go to my father." Morea got up, picked up the communicator, and said hello, "I'm going to dinner, I'll talk when I have time."

"Don't do superfluous things, I'm staring at you all the time." Jin Longniang reminded Moreya in a soft voice.

"Hum." Morea snorted twice, ignoring it, and turned off the communicator.

...

"Meeting for the first time, Geros, I am Abios, and I am the ruling elder of the family."

When Morea followed the invitation letter to the private room of a luxury hotel, a middle-aged man with brown hair who looked kind, suddenly came over and extended his hand to Moreya.

"Hello, Elder Abios." Looking at the palm of the seemingly amiable elder, Morea also stretched out his palm and shook it with him.

"Although I already know that you are very young. But when I saw you with my own eyes, I still felt very incredible. Seventeen-year-old Wu Zun is simply unimaginable."

The elder who held Moria's palm looked at Moria's face, and then praised.

"My son is about the same age as you, but he's doing nothing right now. If he can be half, no, one-tenth of your excellence, I'll be satisfied."

"You've praised it too much, I just worked a little harder when I usually practiced." Morea said very humbly.

"Jeros, I didn't expect that you are not only young and promising, but you are so friendly to others, which is beyond my expectations. I thought I would meet an extremely arrogant and sharp-edged young man today."

"I just made this achievement, what's so crazy." Morea shook her head.

"You are really humble, come, please take a seat."

... Next, the light and chips were intertwined. Morea and the elder were chatting with Shiraz in this box, and they chatted about some things indiscriminately. After more than an hour, the elder said it. The real purpose of his invitation to Morea.

"Jeros, I heard that the martial art form you cultivated can give power to a person who has never practiced before. I don't know if this is true?"

"Of course." Seeing this procrastinating elder who finally revealed his true purpose, Moria also responded with a smile. He was naturally happy now that a fish was hooked.

"But I also heard that you give power to others, and it doesn't seem to require too much consumption. Is this true?" A hint of curiosity appeared on Abios' face.

"Of course," the smile on Morea's face faded away, "no."

"Uh!" Abios' face froze slightly. "It seems that the rumor I heard was wrong. I'm really sorry. I originally wanted to ask you to demonstrate it for me."

"Why do you think it's such an easy thing for a person who doesn't take any exercise and doesn't make any effort to gain strength so easily?"

"Also, how can this kind of thing be so easy? Let a person without Yuxing talent become an official star armor division, so far no one can achieve it."

"That's why I won't give my power to others easily." No one will cherish things that are obtained for no reason. This is a very simple truth, and Moria naturally understands it.

"If that's the case, I don't know what price I will pay. You can let you separate a part of your power and give it to one of my blood relatives."

"Elder Abios, do you know my recent pursuits and goals?" Morea didn't answer his question, but asked instead.

"I really don't know this." Abios smiled reluctantly. I only met you today, and I haven't had much understanding with you. I know what your goal is? Don't you mean to embarrass me by asking me this kind of question?

"My short-term goal is to become the head of the family." Morea said his plan without any hesitation.

"..." Ebios listened with a smile, but when he heard what Morea said, the expression on his face gradually solidified, "Well, wait, what did you just say? I don't seem to understand."

"I said, I want to be the head of the house." Morea looked at Abios and repeated, "This will be heard clearly."

"..." Elder Abios was silent, if any seventeen-year-old family member except Morea said this sentence in front of him, he would slap it up now.

What do you think you are, who can be the head of the house if you want? Don't even look to see if you are that material? Also the head of the house.

But sitting in front of him was the most talented and talented martial artist after the disaster three hundred years ago, the first Wu Zun who can be compared with the titled Star Armor Master.

Saying this sentence in his current status has a completely different effect. It is a huge shock to this elder who has something to do with Morea.

"No kidding?"

"Of course not. With my current status, is it too much to want to be a family?"

"Not too much." After hearing Morea's confirmation again, Abios slowly let out a sigh of relief. At this time, he began to examine Morea's ideas and the possibility of success.

As a result, the elder was stunned to discover that the seventeen-year-old boy, when he had this idea, had a very high possibility of realizing it, because the Douglas family followed the position of the able. Simply put, the strongest and most capable person can serve as the head of the family.

It is the new generation of the entire Douglas family. No, it is the new generation of the entire Federation. No one can be compared with Morea, so when he wants to be the head of the family, there seems to be no other factors other than himself and time. can be blocked.

"So I would like to ask you to support me when I compete for the master, and in return for your support, give my power to the person you designate."

"No problem." After silently calculating the probability of Morea becoming the next head of the Douglas family, the elder immediately gave a very clear answer.

"In that case, call out your blood relatives. I think since you invited me here, your blood relatives should be waiting not far from here!"

"Ellen, don't get out of here yet." After hearing Morea's words, the elder immediately put on a very stern face and scolded the cubicle beside him.

"I heard, you don't need to shout." A young man with colorful hair followed this voice and pushed open the door of the private room and walked in.

"You..." Seeing his son's outfit, Abios' face suddenly turned ashen, "I didn't ask you to dye your hair back for me, and then clean it up for me. Is it?"

"Hey, what does it matter, but the person I want to meet today is someone my age, not an old man like you, why are you so serious?"

The young man in a tattered set of clothes that could probably be named in the name of fashion or art laughed, and then he looked at Morea who was sitting beside him, "Yes, brother!"

"Is this your son?" Morea ignored the young man at all, but cast his eyes on the elder with an unusually ugly face.

"Yes, made you laugh."

"I think your health is not bad, why don't you have another one? Throw this kind of waste directly into the garbage heap, or toss it into the orphanage, and bring it to me. What's the shame?"

"..." Ebios's face began to darken.

"Do you have any other heirs?" Morea asked. "Change someone. My power will not be given to this kind of guy. This is an insult to me."

"I only have his son." The elder's body had already begun to tremble, not against Morea, but against his useless son.

"Oh," Morea nodded, "If that's the case, then I'll give you the power, or, I'll give you time, how about waiting for you to have another one?"