Chapter 450： Ridiculous relatives?

When Pasfel opened the door, dozens of figures in the villa immediately cast their eyes. When they saw Pasfel's face, everyone's expressions were startled, but soon they became emotionally different. Different.

The lobby of the villa is very wide, and because of this, it can accommodate so many people without being crowded...

"Patriarch!"

"Master!"

"Master Parsfield!"

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Everyone came forward to greet Pasifir. No matter what the people in the villa think, Pasifir has indeed been confirmed as the heir to the family. Even if there are still a few people who are unwilling, most of them are not. I am ready to become a "dog licking".

Ur glanced around the villa.

Then he suddenly found that the Daoli family members in the villa did not seem to have as many as they had imagined, because in this party that was full of aristocratic temperament in front of him, nearly half of them did not wear formal gowns, but magic robes.

Obviously, just as Pasfir expected, there are not many people who want to "take advantage of the fire" this time and plan the shares of the "magic wine" industry in Pasfir's hand.

Passfield looked indifferent, as if he had become what he looked like when he first met Ur...No, maybe I'm not ready to say this, but to be precise, it should be worse than it was at that time.

At least when Pasfir and Ur first met and wanted to use Ur, although there was more than 90% of them for profit, there was at least a few% of affection left.

But now, when Pasfell faces these so-called "brothers and sisters", he doesn't even bother to show his formatted smiles. He has no feelings.

"Pasfir, come with me!"

Just as Pasifir had just dealt with his "brothers and sisters", suddenly, a middle-aged blond man who was somewhat similar to Pasifir walked up the stairs in the center of the villa and spoke to Pasifir. Tao.

Pasfell looked up at the blond middle-aged man on the stairs. His face was still indifferent, and he did not respond. He just nodded towards Ur and said: "I want to go up, Jengsen, you take Ur. Rest whatever you want."

"Okay, Master!"

Jengsen leaned slightly, expressing his understanding.

Seeing this, Pasfir once again nodded towards Ur, and then walked towards the second floor. As the two walked into a room on the second floor, everyone in the hall quickly recovered after a brief silence. It became what it was at the beginning.

Just like Ur had just come in, full of laughter, but could not hear the slightest emotion.

"Please come with me, Lord Ur!"

Jangerson placed his right hand on his chest and bends down slightly, as if he had become accustomed to the mechanical scene in front of him.

"Ok!"

Ur nodded slightly, and followed Jengsen into the villa.

When Ur walked in, he immediately cast dozens of eyes at the same time, and looked closely at Ur.

Ur doesn’t care.

When he was just outside the door, Ur had already roughly figured out the situation inside. There were not many wizards in it, and their strengths were almost not far away. Almost all of them possessed no less than "S". The level of magic power of the "level wizard", even the strongest among them, is almost comparable to that of Andrew and Gloria.

Not only that.

Among these wizards, Ur even noticed the breath of the "Dragon Slayer", which was the power of the fifth-generation dragon Slayer "Dragon Eater". At that time, Ur had also seen it.

Obviously, these wizards were specially invited by the "brothers and sisters" of Passfield to help deal with the blood dragon. Of course, if Passfield was willing to give them some shares in the "magic wine" industry, then These wizards will obviously work harder.

"Your Excellency Ur, you can take a break here now, and tomorrow morning, we will go to fight the dragon."

Jengsen apparently understood Ur’s temper and found a quiet room on the first floor for Ur to rest.

"I have work!"

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just after Ur was arranged to rest by Jengsen.

The second floor of the villa.

After entering the room, Pasifir and the blond middle-aged man sat opposite each other. They were silent for nearly three minutes. Neither of them spoke a word first.

"If there is nothing wrong, I will go to rest first!"

Finally, Pasifel took the lead to break the silence.

"Is the one just the helper you found?" Seeing Pasfir really got up and wanted to leave, the blond middle-aged man slowly spoke.

"Any questions?"

Hearing Pasifir’s cold tone, the blond middle-aged man was silent for a while, and said: "The strength of the dragon that can survive from the ancient times is not trivial, and it is far from being able to deal with one or two people, even "Alonso." After I went in, I never came out again..."

"Heh! So do you mean that you want me to throw away some of the shares in the "magic wine" industry?" Passfield looked at the blond middle-aged man in front of him, and a sneer slowly emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"Anyway, they are your relatives after all. Asking them to help is not necessarily a bad thing." The blond middle-aged man said with no change in expression.

"Family? Doesn't it feel ridiculous for you to tell me this at this time? In order to fight for the family property, you married the little mistress and drove my mother out of the house, causing him to have an accident and die on the road. Back then, why didn’t you think about the word "relative"? When I was abused and bullied by that vicious woman when I was young, you knew it but ignored it. At that time, have you ever thought about the word "relative" ?"

Passfield's eyes were slightly red, and he spoke quite heartbreakingly.

The blond middle-aged man frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said angrily: "Aurora is your stepmother after all? And I will be your father anyway, so are you talking to me like this?"

Passfield looked at the blond middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes were not without irony, and said: "Excuse me, now I am the head of the Daoli family, I can talk as much as I want."

"Why? It feels ironic, that I was vying for something for my whole life, but in the end I got it by the son I wanted the least."

"Now the whole family is the only one who can help you solve the "blood dragon" problem. Are you afraid of losing my help if you talk to me like this?" It seems to be the pain of the blond middle-aged man, the blond middle-aged man. His eyes were also a little gloomy, said.

"Sorry, I don't really need it!"

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