Chapter 507

Sir Beckett looked at the look of the pear, and thought it should be almost.

Sure enough, after reading the list, Jinli looked at Sir Beckdo with surprise: "I didn't expect that your blood group should be so sincere. I took this gift and when would you give it to me?"

Sir Beckett: " You can send it now if you need it, or we can send someone to your address when you return home. "

Jin Li thought for a moment: "then I'll send it back when I return home. It's not convenient to move back so many things."

Sir Beckett said in his heart that if you don't have enough, you can have less.

He looked at Jin Li with pain on his face and put away the list of rites as if he had been cut flesh. The blood clan was very strict. How could this humiliating compensation be made by the noble Duke?

So Mao Shan pulled all the hair this time from the private property of bechto.

But it hurt him badly.

When the matter is finished, he doesn't want to stay in this sad place any more. He says goodbye with Jinli in a fast voice.

Lu Jianzhen also had some accidents: "do you want to leave so soon?"

Sir Beckett was very appreciative of the excellent artist, but he was not in the mood to say, "something's going on at home."

Lu Jianzhen nodded understandably.

On the balcony, Jin Li proudly shakes the gift list in front of Lu Zhengya: "the reparation of the blood clan."

Lu Zhengya picked up his eyebrows and said, "what's the apology?"

Jin Li told him about the Shenjian Bureau.

Lu Zhengya looked at the gift list in his hand and was silent for a long time. He sincerely praised him: "it's powerful."

By the way, he thought: I don't know the negotiators from the Supervision Bureau, would you like to be a part-time negotiator?

When Lu's negotiation team signs up and cooperates with other companies in the future, it may save a lot of money.

*Sir Beckett went back to the castle of the Duke of Cappadocia.

The Duke was in such a bad mood that he would not be happy if anyone was slaughtered - even if it was not him who paid for it.

But it's kind of a slap on the face.

When he saw Sir Beckett, he asked in a cold voice, "what has been sent?"

Sir Beckett nodded.

Seeing his subordinates' dispirited look, the Duke felt a little embarrassed, but only a little.

The blood clan is used to arrogance. These subordinates, in the Duke's heart, are just a dog of the same clan.

The Duke relaxed a little: "this time, it's hard for you. Today, you have dinner with me. "

"Thank you, Duke," rejoicing Sir Beckett

It's a great honor!

Lunch will be ready soon - it's really easy.

At the gorgeous table covered with white cloth, the Duke sat in the main seat, and Sir Beckett sat at the bottom.

In front of both of them, there was a glass of red blood in a delicate crystal cup.

The Duke held up the cup of blood with his pale fingers, and his long fingers were all brilliant on the bright red blood.

"This is the blood of the freshest and purest beautiful girl. Beckett, have a taste. " Said the Duke in a low voice.

"Thank you, Duke." Sir Beckett picked up the crystal cup and was ready to drink it.

I don't know why. In the eyes of Sir Beckett, the fragrant blood is now Somehow it made him feel bad.

He wondered in his heart: is it not the Duke who even gave me the inferior?

It shouldn't be.

But he did not dare to have a doubt, closed his eyes and drank.