[Chapter 12]: A good coffin is the face of the blood family!
The next day, noon.
Fang Qingyan finally collected all the taxes.
And very smoothly back to the Kastein Fort Interchange.
Completed the task very successfully.
But the rest of the "Tax Squad" wasn't so lucky…
"Fifty-six thousand milliliters of blood is missing!"
The old butler Albert stared sharply at one person and asked sharply, "Did you hide it? Tell me honestly!"
"No, I didn't! It's from the Bruch family. They crossed the border to collect blood. I… I dare not stop it."
Not only him, but several other people also failed to complete the amount of blood food required by the tax.
It's not that they are full of their own pockets, but because the "taxpayers" have already been drawn a round of blood in advance, and they really can't squeeze it out!
The old housekeeper Albert was stunned for a moment, then his expression became extremely ugly, and he gritted his teeth: "Damn it! These unreasonable robbers are really undisguised robbery!"
He actually believed the words of the tax collection team.
Not the slightest doubt.
Seeing this, Fang Qingyan couldn't help but flicker.
Not only the small town of Bonn, but almost all the towns in the fief of Kastein were ravaged by the people of the Bruch family.
Moreover, judging from the performance of the old butler Albert, it is not the first time that this kind of thing has happened…
He was more curious how the old housekeeper would deal with this matter.
"Ugh..."
Albert sighed helplessly, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you all go back to rest."
never mind...
Sure enough, there is no surprise "forget it".
Arms can't twist their thighs, big nobles bully small nobles, just like small nobles bully commoners, the weaker can only have grievances and dare not speak out.
This is the food chain and contempt chain of the blood clan.
Of course, the most crucial factor was that Count Carstein left and went to the Draenor Mountains.
Otherwise, the Bruch clan should not be so arrogant.
…
"You're the only one who completed the mission."
Albert looked at Fang Qingyan, very surprised, "Didn't the hooligans of the Bruch family go to the town of Bonn?"
Fang Qingyan shrugged his shoulders: "It should be, I didn't encounter it."
He can't always say: They came, but unfortunately they couldn't go back, they were all slaughtered by me!
Albert believed it to be true: "You are so lucky, go and receive a reward of ten silver coins."
As for other people, there is no reward, but severe punishment.
Rules are rules!
"Thank you, nothing else, I'll go back to rest first."
"Go, let's go. Alas, today is really unlucky… Hmph! When the Count comes back, he will definitely seek justice for us."
…
Ten silver coins are Fang Qingyan's salary for three months.
But he didn't care about the money at all.
Over the past few months, he has been rewarded with many precious materials for signing in.
All on the black market.
Fang Qingyan has saved thousands of gold coins, and he is rich and wealthy.
He even has the ability to buy a house in the center of the city of Lahmia.
It's just that he doesn't pay much attention to yellow and white things.
Money is an external thing, only strength is the guarantee of life.
…
Tax collection is busy all night, allowing a day off.
After returning to the hut.
Fang Qingyan was about to lie down in his "love coffin" and use three drops of Marquis blood to break through the level of life.
However, he suddenly remembered a very serious thing: his coffin was damaged by himself.
It was damaged when cultivating the Secret Technique of Transforming the Sun-Walking Blood Race.
He rubbed his forehead helplessly…
"I need a new coffin. On the one hand, it can improve the success rate of the breakthrough, and on the other hand, it can block the movement caused by the breakthrough."
Fang Qingyan muttered to himself, "But now it's daytime, when the blood clan is resting, the black market is closed, so even if you want to buy it, you can't buy it!"
It is possible to place an order.
But the coffin will not be received until tomorrow at the latest.
Why wait until tomorrow if you can make a breakthrough today?
…have to find another way.
suddenly!
Fang Qingyan had an idea in his mind and remembered one thing…
"Isn't Count Carstein not in the castle? His coffin is not used. What a waste of time?"
His eyes bloomed with an unusually bright luster.
He said that he has no cleanliness and doesn't mind the coffins that others have laid on!
…
Castle Castle is huge.
The Count's "bedroom" is also very luxurious, filled with various precious collections.
The door was locked, and there were attendants guarding the door.
But for Fang Qingyan, who is at the peak of the Viscount state, it's useless!
Carstein is not here, he is the king in this castle.
It took no effort at all to enter this luxurious bedroom.
A pair of extremely gorgeous black-gold coffins came into view, with a heavy and majestic atmosphere. At first glance, it was a corpse coffin of excellent quality. It was definitely not a luxury that ordinary nobles could enjoy!
There is also a refreshing scent of spice in the air.
The Earl enjoys life very much.
boom!
Fang Qingyan kicked open the lid of the coffin.
Then he lay down and pulled the lid closed.
He immediately felt a very special energy wrapping him, which instantly calmed his mind and nourished his spiritual power, allowing him to enter a state of meditation at any time.
High-end, atmospheric, high-grade!
"Sure enough, a good coffin is the face of the blood family! Dammit, I will also get a set of such advanced configuration someday!"
Fang Qingyan thought to himself.
Without further ado, he immediately took out a drop of Marquis blood essence, took a deep breath, and swallowed it abruptly.
The pure and huge life energy exploded in the body!
He started a breakthrough…
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