Chapter 1166: Rear Molars: This high-end game
Like a thunderbolt, Bartley's expression was confused for a moment. Honorary Lord Bartley has never been regarded as a real nobleman, even he thought so, but Bartley is a smart businessman who can always learn from other people's opinions. Smell something unusual in your tone to gain business opportunities and information.
Heir?
Shelley is his youngest daughter, so she has no inheritance rights. She is not considered an heir at all!
So why did the Earl say this? Is it just admiration? No, no, no, the ancient nobles are usually very good at being polite and polite, but it will never be the tone of Earl Li Cang!
Become a true noble within three generations?
Did the Earl fall in love with Shelley?
Hiss.
There seems to be nothing wrong with intermarriage. After all, he was able to ignore the objections of those old guys and marry such a countess. She is definitely an infatuated person who can easily get carried away!
Bartley looked at Li Cang, who was as young as jade. He looked at his little daughter Shelley, who was carved from pink and jade. Then he glanced at the countess, who was ferocious and terrifying. Well, it was wrong to take on a human form.
This one doesn't even know how to wear a girdle. Just look at how a real aristocratic lady can have such a large amount of despicable things. How can she show up everywhere like this one and do a job like a gladiator!
Of course the Countess would choose someone like our Shelley!
"emmmm" Bartley's thoughts were running wildly: "But that's not right. I, a lord, have something worth mentioning. No matter how depressed he is, the earl must at least find a baroness with the title of viscount to give birth to an heir. Right? Let’s cede a little bit of the heir agreement, and marrying the daughter of a marquis isn’t even called Gao Pan!”
"So what do I have?"
"Yes, I have money!"
"But I have been pleading with him for several years. Why did the earl suddenly change his mind? Wait, could it be that his illness has gone away?"
"Yes, that's it, and it can only be like this!"
"There's a lot to do! I, Bartley, have a lot to do!"
"Shelley Meyer Bartley, my quirky daughter, you have to know that my father is not trying to push you into a pit of fire. My father has already devoted his life to the family and does not need any additional dedication from you. Mr. Li Cang, Mr. Compared with those nobles with evil intentions, he is He is a better candidate. At least you can live a good life with no worries about food, clothing, wealth, and glory under his protection. Even if the Bartley family is destroyed by accident, and even if the Earl unfortunately dies of illness, you can still enjoy his shadow."< br>
"The wealth will disappear, but the family name will not. Let the blood of the Bartley family flow forever in the sacred Yuctra Hill. That is the trace of our coming, and that is the meaning of our existence! My dear daughter, I have prepared for the worst, and I hope you can finally understand what your father has done for you and the family. I love you and our family more than anything!”
[Your ambiguous words confused Bartley's thinking, making him restless and starting to think wildly. Maybe you can take this opportunity to invite the lively and bold Miss Shelley to enjoy the moon together. She has been secretly observing you for a long time]
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[Your wife Lilith took out her 800 kilogram weight from nowhere. You restrained the impolite part of your thoughts and became reserved again. The life of a nobleman is so ritualistic]
Li Cang whispered to Li Laixi quietly: "Are you sure this thing doesn't have the effect of subtly influencing the subordinates' thoughts? Even in terms of character setting, this narration is too outrageous."
"How do I know? I don't feel it! You have the spine Gu and I have the ferocious dragon suit. No matter how many PUA words you use, it will be useless. Even if you have it, it will never have an impact on us!"
"Hmm"
Li Cang seriously doubted that the subordinates trapped in Yuktra Hill might only sincerely want to escape or clear this dungeon at the beginning, after living here for a period of time
ha!
In short, the reasons are very good and the evidence is very conclusive.
Don't underestimate this kind of silent hint and guidance. Even without any additional technical effects, such as the extremely brutal method of the MLM organization before the disaster, it can achieve effects that are incredible to outsiders, let alone this Li Cang. The narration didn’t feel right.
The only person I have ever interacted with is Mr. Wonton, who can be used as a model. Although he keeps complaining, it is obvious that his mentality of being content with the status quo can be seen. A 28-year-old can win To say that a master with a doctorate degree, a guy who dared to join the track a year and a half ago, has no temper, no energy and arrogance is simply going to the grave and burning newspapers! [Honorary Lord Bartley thinks he has figured out part of your thoughts, and carefully and impatiently asks you if you need any material help. As a newly promoted honorary Lord and quasi-noble, he is happy to support the revival of a family with ancient bloodline. 】
"The Abyss of the Dead." Li Cang thought clearly, "What does Lord Bartley think?"
Bartley was shocked, and the chair under his butt made a sharp creaking sound, almost as if he was about to run away on the spot: "Li, Your Excellency, Earl Li Cang? This is an impossible goal. The Abyss of the Dead is the last resort of the ancient blood nobles." Forbidden! They will not allow a new person to intervene in the distribution of easy benefits, even if your family was one of them before!"
"The family carriage has not been used for a long time. The glory of our ancestors should not rot and mold in a damp basement."
"No! Did you listen to me? The Abyss of the Dead is filled with walking corpses and strange beasts. Even if your body gets there, it will only lead to death. The honor of the family does not need to be defended in this way. You can absolutely Marry a real noble lady and give birth to an heir, sooner or later.”
"From the moment you sat down, I think you have lost your choice." Li Cang said unhurriedly: "You urgently need a real nobleman to help you avoid Lord Victor's covetousness, don't you? But what would Mr. Victor, who is known as the hyena, think about you having a dinner party with me? I think a dog jumping over a wall and a vicious dog pouncing on food should be a pretty good description.”
"You you."
Bartley was already stupid.
Empty wealth is never a good thing no matter when or where. He, the honorary Lord, has been regarded as a pig by the new and old nobles for a day or two. Getting close to Li Cang is nothing more than trying to fight to the death and get close to Li Cang. Cang was his last life-saving straw. At least the down-and-out Earl still had room to deal with the hyena Victor, but he himself was not even qualified to have an equal dialogue.
But he couldn't imagine, not even in his dreams, that this Earl was actually plotting against the Abyss of the Dead!
That is where the real interests of all the nobles lie. Not to mention taking a share of the pie, others will be skinned and cramped just to scare the monkeys. Given the tragic current situation of this earl, forcibly intervening is tantamount to seeking death. As for this earl, If you provide support, your fate will definitely, absolutely, definitely be 10,000 times worse than if you fall into the hands of Lord Victor. Those nobles will put him and all the family members into a copper bull for barbecue!
[Honorary Lord Bartley was frightened out of his wits by your sensational idea. He deeply regretted that he had plotted against a fool and was punished by God. However, the deal is already done. Even if he wanted to withdraw, it was too late. Today's meeting with you will undoubtedly make Count Victor The only trace of patience he had was exhausted, and he had no choice]
"So, how many crystal coins do you need?" Bartley said tremblingly, his molars clenching so hard that sparks popped out: "Dear Lord Cang Li, please give me some time. I... I still need to think.”
Think like a hammer!
Is it still useful to think now?
Bartley was afraid that he could not hold back and dig up the ancestral graves of Lao Li's family in front of him. Instead of offending everyone at the same time, he might as well go home and give his unsatisfied son a good beating to cool down his boiling brain and feel better. Press!
(The author beeps softly: There is no danger, yes, your author is still alive)
(End of chapter)