Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

"Mr. Bruce, how are you feeling?"

"Well, the effect is obvious, the erosion has slowed down, no, it should be said to have almost stopped."

The luxuriously dressed man sitting in the main seat behind the table said so, stretched out his hand to touch his chest and felt it again, and nodded after a while.

"The restlessness of the soul has disappeared, and the immortality has also subsided. The most amazing thing is that there are no side effects...Andrew, do you know what this is?"

"Um, I really haven't heard of this, but according to my observations, it is certain that this is an ancient artifact before the third era."

Wearing a peaked hat and reading glasses, an old man with a gray beard took two steps forward, looked carefully at the Requiem Lamp and said:

"The material of this oil lamp is somewhat similar to soil. The lamp oil may be the blood of some kind of creature. It must be a pagan thing, but judging from the fact that it has no side effects, it should not be classified as an evil item. It probably came from a civilization that has disappeared in the second era. One."

"Can it be imitated?"

"You can try, but I'm afraid it will be difficult."

"Well, if you can't even do it, others probably won't be able to. I didn't expect my life to be controlled by a lamp one day."

The middle-aged man laughed at himself, but none of the people in the room could laugh. Everyone was silent. A man holding a black wooden stick observed for a long time and said:

"At this rate of consumption, it can last for at least several years, which means that at least we have a few more years."

"That's right, in a few years, with our Sorophia's ability, there may not be a turnaround."

Everyone in the room became optimistic, Bruce Solofia smiled wryly when he saw this, it was a good thing to get this lamp anyway, he really shouldn't be too pessimistic.

"In the past few years, I will be able to train Charlotte. At that time, there will be no worries. If it still doesn't work, we can fight to the death."

Bruce's words made the expressions of everyone in the room serious. Everyone nodded at each other, and the air of determination filled the space until someone remembered something.

"By the way, where is the seller? Where did this lamp come from?"

"It was sold by the Marquis of Acate of the Holy Kingdom of St. Mestre."

"What? The Marquis of Acate?"

Bruce frowned when he heard what his subordinates said, as if thinking of something, he began to lower his head and meditate. The people nearby looked at each other, and Andrew raised his glasses and asked:

"Bruce, do you know him?"

"No, I don't know each other, but... some origins."

The brown-haired man murmured this answer, raised his head and asked:

"Is there any message or something?"

"No, no, on the contrary, I have repeatedly told the local branch president not to disclose any information."

"..."

Bruce relaxed a little at this, thinking it might just be a coincidence.

That's right, it's been almost 100 years, who still remembers the original agreement?

Relieved, Bruce shook his head and chuckled, but he didn't expect there to be a follow-up.

"But it's a little strange that the seller is the son of the Marquis of Acate, who seems to be only nine years old this year."

"Nine years old? It's the same age as the eldest lady. Could it be that she was secretly sold?"

"Haha, how is it possible, this is an ancient relic before the third era, can it be a family heirloom?"

"The report said that the Marquis of Acate ordered his son Roya Acate to act as his charge. According to the information, this little Marquis does not seem to have extraordinary talents. Maybe he wants to deepen the relationship with the local branch so that he can develop the territory in the future and carry out business cooperation. "

"It's possible that if you can't take the extraordinary path, you can only manage the territory."

Everyone was discussing the matter of the seller, Akat's house, but Bruce, who was sitting in the main seat, fell silent again.

The Marquis of Akat sent his son to sell this lamp to Sorophia, which is nothing in the eyes of others, but in Bruce's view, it has a lot of meaning, rather it is a clear reminder.

The other party remembered the agreement, and was urging him to fulfill it in this way, and was even willing to give him a family heirloom to save his life.

Bruce didn't know where the other party knew about his situation, nor how his buyer's identity was leaked. As the years passed by, the Arkart family seemed to be becoming more and more mysterious.

"Is this fate?"

Bruce muttered to himself, calling out his daughter's name.

"Charlotte."

Chapter 32 Fake alcohol harms people!

Roja had a dream. In the dream, he seemed to be tied up by cannibals. He was put in the refrigerator to refrigerate, and he was shivering with cold, and then he was pulled out and put in a frying pan. It was so hot that he was terribly hot.

I don’t know if it’s because Roja is thick-skinned, he may not be cooked after cooking in the frying pan, so he was sent to the refrigerator to freeze, and after he came out, he poured the frying pan again, and this repeated cycle of playing with fire and ice, at the end Luo Ya Ya's consciousness was a little fuzzy.

It wasn't until a little bit of crying came from his ears that Roja's consciousness gradually became clear. He slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and his goal was the ornately decorated ceiling.

"here is......"

"Brother Roya, brother Roya, you finally woke up! Woooo——"

"Alyssa?"

The boy turned his head with some difficulty, and saw the girl rushing over. Alyssa, who found Roja woke up, was crying in his arms. Then shouted happily to deliver the news.

"The young master is awake!"