Chapter 1166 Back Teeth: 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. 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.

It seems that intermarriage is not a problem. 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 as beautiful as jade. Then he glanced at the countess, who looked hideous 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 already stopped?"

"Yes, that's it, and it can only be like that!"

"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 a better candidate. At least under his protection, you can live a good life with no worries about food and clothing, wealth and glory. Even if the Bartley family is destroyed by accident. Even if the Earl unfortunately dies of illness, you You can still enjoy his remaining shadow.”

"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 my 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]

[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 noble 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's useless. Even if you have them, they won't have an impact on us at all!"

"Hmm"

Li Cang seriously suspected that the subordinates trapped in Uktra 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 doesn’t feel right.

The only person I have interacted with Li Cang is Wonton Brother, 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." 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 honor of our ancestors should not rot and mold in a damp basement."

"No! Did you listen to me? The Abyss of the Dead is full of zombies and strange beasts. Your body will only die there. The family's honor does not need to be defended in this way. You can marry a real noble lady and give birth to heirs, sooner or later."

"From the moment you sat down, I think you have lost your choice." Li Cang said slowly: "You urgently need a real noble to help you avoid Lord Victor's covetousness, don't you? But if Lord Victor, known as the hyena, knew that you had dinner with me, what would he think? I think a desperate dog will jump over the wall and a vicious dog will pounce on its food should be a pretty good description."

"You you."

Bartley was already stupid.

Having wealth in vain is never a good thing no matter when or where. It has been a long time since he, the honorary lord, has been regarded as a pig by the new and old nobles. Approaching Li Cang is nothing more than trying to struggle to death. Being close to Li Cang is his last straw. At least this impoverished earl still has room to deal with the hyena Victor, while he himself does not even have the qualifications for an equal dialogue.

But he could not imagine, not even dream, that this earl was actually planning to go to the Abyss of the Dead!

That is where the real interests of all the nobles lie. Others will be skinned and killed as a warning to others if they just look at it, let alone get a share of it. Given the miserable current situation of this earl, forcibly intervening is tantamount to seeking death. As for himself who supports this earl, his fate will definitely, definitely, definitely be ten thousand times more miserable than falling into the hands of Lord Victor. Those nobles will put him and all his family members in a copper bull and roast them!

[Honorary Lord Bartley was frightened to death by your sensational idea, and deeply regretted that he had calculated a fool and was punished by God, but the matter was done, and it was too late even if he wanted to withdraw. Today's meeting with you will undoubtedly exhaust the only patience of Earl Victor, and he had no choice]

"So, how many crystal coins do you need?" Bartley's back teeth were so tight that sparks were about to jump out, and he said tremblingly: "Respected Lord Cang Li, please give me some time, I... I still need to think."

Think a hammer!

Is it still useful to think now?

Bartley was afraid that he would not be able to help but dig up the ancestral grave of the old Li family in front of him. Instead of offending everyone at the same time, it would be better to go home and give his disappointing son a good beating to cool down his boiling brain, which would be comfortable and reduce blood pressure!

(The author whispered: It was a close call, yes, your author is still alive)