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Charles accidentally crossed into the extraordinary mysterious world and became the youngest son of the West family, one of the six blue blood aristocrats.

Under the unfavorable start that everyone wanted him to die, Charles had to raise the flag of resistance, and began to trade with the ancient god, step by step to the peak of the world.

"When blue blood shines on the battlefield, you are the real aristocrats!"

"Those aristocratic darkness covered up by dirty means will be uncovered by the aristocrats themselves!"

"Only with truth and practice can we prove that red blood is as noble as blue blood!"

"Lord Charles, is it not enough to put such a few words in your biography?"

After thinking for a moment, Charles silently added a sentence at the end.

"For the glory of blue blood aristocracy!"

Blue blood noble

"Master Charles, this is the holy spar you want. It's all here!"


Hurley handed a package, and Charles gently carried it. It was heavy.


"Worthy of being the searcher of the third sequence, can find so many holy spars!"


The sharp fingernails on the waiter's index finger have pinched several blood marks on Huli's neck, and the black haired middle-aged man has completely lost the grace and grace when he first met.


His long hair covered his venomous eyes. Just 30 minutes ago, he came to the place where he met Mrs. West as agreed, he was not meet beautiful woman,but waiter's sharp fingernails.


For these holy stones, he ran for seven places, and it took several weeks to get so much weight, but now he is going to work in vain.


Huli was still a little reluctant. He stared at shire angrily and shouted:


"Master Charles, are you so worthy of the reputation of the West family?"


Reputation? With a sneer, Charles took out several holy spars from the bag and threw them to the waiter. The waiter nodded gently, with a strange smile on his face, and his hands completely turned into claws.


Huli saw this and crawled back in horror. The English version of the long windbreaker dragged on the ground, leaving no image at all.


The shrieking sound cut through the sky of the alley, but the crowds coming and going in the street didn't seem to be disturbed by the sound.


Five minutes later, Charles divided half of the holy spar in his hand and handed it to the waiter. He was still very satisfied with this transaction. The extraordinary person in the fifth sequence was indeed extraordinary, and handled Huli secretly and perfectly.


Charles asked the waiter with some uneasiness.


The waiter showed a sweet smile. She stretched out her small pink tongue to lick the residual blood on her fingernails, and answered softly:


"Of course not, master Charles, this is only a deal between you and me!"


In fact, even if the waiter told to Jack , it would have no impact on Charles, which did not violate the agreement with Jack.


Charles didn't sympathize with him much, and now his own situation was precarious, so he could only say that people were not for themselves, will heaven  the destroyer.


Growing up in the West family, Charles was used to all kinds of intrigues. The blood flowing in his door was blue and was destined to be a natural cold-blooded animal. How could he have compassion for others?


No bounty hunter is willing to trade with the nobility, which is naturally reasonable. Since HuLi knowingly danger, he must pay the price for his greed.


Guilt and shame had long been forgotten when Charles faced assassinations. As long as he could survive, no one in the world could not become a victim.


On the way back, Charles' eyes were calm, and the waiter took his hand and led the way in front.


He hasn't seen his old knight for a long time. In the past, every time he came out, the old knight led the horse. He sat on the back of the horse and was comfortable all the way.


However, he also knew that the heartfelt old knight probably would never appear in front of him again. Since he became Miss Wilton's fiance, the Duke would not let Chales have some one completely allegiance to his.


He only hopes that Lawrence can live well with his old horse, and when he dies, he can be reborn into another world, a world without nobles.


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