Chapter 388 Ashburn's Madness (Super Long Chapter)
He was the only one left?
Ashburn's eyes suddenly brightened, his breathing gradually became a little hot, his eyeballs spun quickly, and no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.
The words spoken by the young man in front of him named Simmons continued to echo in his ears.
Ashburn had to admit that what Simmons said made a lot of sense.
What is the most important thing for a father? The inheritance of the family bloodline and the consolidation of power.
As long as these two points can be guaranteed, it makes no difference who sits on the throne of the Son of God, whether it is yourself or the eldest brother, or if it really doesn't work, the third, fourth, or fifth brother can also be pushed up.
So what if they were all dead?
Am I the only bloodline of the Brant family?
At that time, apart from supporting me to sit on the throne of the Son of God at all costs, will my father and mother have any other choice?
A stream of scorching air gushed out of Ashburn's nostrils. He kept pouring liquor into his mouth, trying to hide his feelings in this way. He knew that if he did this, he would have to kill all of his brothers and leave no one alive.
Even though Ashburn was ruthless, when faced with such a choice, he still felt his fingers trembling and found it difficult to make a decision.
But who is Simmons? He is far more treacherous and vicious than the so-called Holy Son in front of him. Just by taking a casual glance at Ashburn, he already understood what Ashburn was thinking: "Sir Holy Son, I know that you are kind and good-hearted by nature, and you are unwilling to take action against your brothers."
"But, in fact, you have no other choice. Only if you sit on the throne of the Holy Son can the prosperity of the Brant family be maintained. Apart from you, no matter who it is, the final outcome will be the demise of the Brant family and the extinction of the bloodline."
Ashburn's breathing paused slightly, and he remained noncommittal.
"Think about it, who are your brothers? Are they strong enough? Can they scare off those unruly troublemakers in the church?"
“Are their brains smart enough?”
"Believe me, if your eldest brother really sits in that position, once your father and mother run out of life, those greedy lunatics in the church will definitely become the most cruel beasts and tear the entire Brant family into pieces, leaving not even a single bone residue behind."
“Now it seems that you have killed several brothers, but…” Simmons’ voice became more sinister and eerie: “In my opinion, you are saving the Brant family.”
Buzz.
Simmons' voice seemed to contain some mysterious and strange power, with a strong temptation, constantly echoing in Ashburn's mind.
There seemed to be a flame burning in Ashburn's eyes.
His breathing was heavy and rapid.
That's right, he was saving the Brant family.
Apart from him, no one can lead the family to prosperity. Once the family falls into Ilze's hands, its demise is almost certain.
He couldn't just watch a thousand-year-old family like the Brant family go to destruction. His father and mother were so stupid that they couldn't even see such a thing.
With a whoosh, Ashburn could no longer bear the urge in his chest, and he stood up abruptly: "Mr. Simmons, I will pretend that I didn't hear what you said today. No matter what, I will unconditionally abide by the decision made by my father and mother."
"Goodbye."
Throwing down a sentence, Ashburn walked straight out of the restaurant, leaving Simmons alone in his seat, looking at the empty bottle in front of him with a strange look on his face. Ashburn, this little bastard, he doesn't seem to have paid yet, right? Well, it doesn't matter.
It’s just three or five gold coins at most, it’s no big deal.
In fact, in order to seduce Ashbern, he really tried every possible means. First, he watched Ashbern drink more than a dozen bottles of liquor, and then added magic potions to the subsequent drinks to stimulate the impulse in Ashbern's heart.
In the end, he even showed up in person, using his special abilities to seduce Ashbern's mind with every word.
It is not possible to let Ashburn directly rebel against Marcelino, but if he puts on the guise of protecting the family, everything will immediately become natural.
Simmons smiled bitterly, thinking that he, the third divine envoy of the Eternal Freedom Sect, had to do such a thing... But there was nothing he could do. This was arranged by Princess Lydia and Isabel...
Ifrit, the dragon girl, is so terrifying.
Simmons didn't want to resist the Dragon Pillar in the Dragon Girl's hand.
Shaking his head, Simmons stopped thinking about those messy things and waved to the waiter not far away: "Check out..."
"Sir, sixty-four gold coins in all."
The smile on Simmons' face froze with a creak: "How much?"
"Sixty-four gold coins and seven silver coins. I'll give it to you." The waiter said with a smile.
Simmons' lips couldn't stop twitching. Damn it, he hasn't been out for a while. Have the prices in the Spang Theocracy become so outrageous?
"Or, you can go find Ashburn, after all, he was the one who drank the wine..." Simmons said cautiously.
As a result, the waiter just looked at him with a smile, as if to say, "Do you think I'm stupid? " Simmons was helpless and gritted his teeth: "Give me a bill, I want to go back and get reimbursed."
Damn it, it’s fine if you ask me to do the job, but you can’t charge me for the money too. It’s sixty-four gold coins.
…
Night sky.
The cold wind blew across Ashburn's cheeks, dispelling some of the smell of alcohol on his body. However, the fire in his chest was never extinguished, but instead burned even hotter.
Hehe, Simmons did remind himself.
He is not a father. He does not care about the inheritance of the Brant family. He only cares about his own status and power.
The figures of several younger brothers emerged in his mind. Ilze was fine, as he had disliked that man for a long time and had no psychological pressure at all to kill him. But those younger brothers were different, especially the youngest one, the fifth one, whom he had held in his arms when he was a child.
It's really hard to do it.
Although the Brant family is extremely powerful and controls most of the authority of the Church of Nature's Heart, there are still some opponents, and it is impossible to arrange all family members into the church... Well, it is mainly because Marcelino's sons are really too incompetent.
Although Ilze is Marcelino's eldest son, Marcelino actually had another son before Ilze, who was the real eldest son of the Brant family. Marcelino also had high hopes for this so-called eldest son. At the age of twelve, under Marcelino's manipulation, he became a clergyman of the Church of the Heart of Nature and was designated as the Son of God.
Marcelino's favor towards this true eldest son was even greater than that towards Ashburn. This eldest son had an amazing talent in cultivation. Even Ashburn, the so-called genius, was far inferior to this eldest son.
Marcelino had high hopes for him, but he never imagined that despite his great talent in spiritual practice, his character was distorted. At only twelve years old, he had learned cruel and brutal methods. He loved to torture nuns for fun. In just one year, he tortured nearly a thousand nuns to death. He was a real devil.
When the bodies of the nuns, who had been tortured beyond recognition, appeared in front of everyone, all the anger was ignited at once. Even Marcelino could not protect his son. Although he tried his best to protect him, he had to expel his son in the end. Then, outside the church, the eldest son was assassinated.
Marcelino, the Pope, was furious and investigated like a madman, but in the end he gained nothing.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Moreover, there was serious exclusion of Marcelino's children within the church. Under the manipulation of some opponents, non-clergy members of the Brandt family were forbidden to live in the church, and every member who wanted to become a clergyman had to undergo strict examinations. In order to quell the anger of nearly a thousand nuns who were tortured to death, Marcelino had no choice but to accept it although he was unwilling.
To be honest, if the Brant family had not been running the Nature's Heart Church for so long, their influence would be so widespread that it would be no exaggeration to say that they were deeply rooted. This incident alone would have been enough to lead to the destruction of the Brant family. However, although the Brant family did not perish, the iron-clad church they had run eventually had some loopholes, causing the family's control over the church to seriously decline. That's why the opponents would hold on to the incident involving Ashburn.
While Ashburn was recalling all sorts of messy things in his mind, he took advantage of the night and walked in a certain direction.
He sneered, his heart full of contempt and resentment towards his father. Look at what the once mighty Brant family has become? You can't even protect a son. Are you worthy of your ancestors? The family can only become stronger in your own hands.
That's right, no matter what he did, it was all for the family.
He still wanted revenge, and he knew very well that only by maintaining his current status could he have hope of revenge.
Roger...
Isabel...
I won't let you go.
With a strong and unresolvable resentment in his heart, Ashburn pushed open the door of a mansion.
There were many guards arranged by Mireya and Marcelino in this mansion. However, after these guards found out that the visitor was their second young master, they naturally did not stop him and allowed Ashbern to enter the mansion.
The hall of the mansion was brightly lit, and four figures could be seen through the thick glass.
If it wasn't Ashburn's brothers, who else could it be? The short and fat guy in the crowd was Ilzer. When Ashburn entered the hall, Ilzer was talking to his brothers with spit flying all over his face, his fat face full of excitement.
Even if he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Ashburn knew what the fat guy was talking about. It was nothing more than some boastful talk about how he was about to become the Son of God and that he would be the next head of the Brandt family.
Hearing the footsteps, Ilzer's voice stopped abruptly. When he saw Ashibern drunk and reeking of alcohol, he frowned and looked gloomy, as if he was a little unhappy: "Second brother, are you drinking again?"
"Do you know how many eyes are on you now? Your every move will be magnified and may even become a reason for them to criticize your parents. You have already caused such a big disaster for the family, do you want to continue to cause trouble for the family?"
Without his parents around, Ilze was too lazy to pretend, and there was no longer any politeness in his words, as if he was scolding someone.
Ashborn grinned and glanced at Ilzer: "You useless bastard, when did it become your turn to take care of my affairs?"
Ilzer was immediately furious. The word "waste" deeply hurt Ilzer's pride. His talent in cultivation was only average. In an ordinary family, he might be barely considered talented, but in the Bright family, it was not good enough. He had faced his parents' disappointed eyes countless times since he was a child, which made Ilzer's nerves extremely sensitive: "Shut up, Ashborn, recognize your identity. Tomorrow I will become the Son of God, and I will be the heir of the family in the future. What qualifications do you have to disrespect me?"
"Brother, ignore him, he's a lunatic." A small figure walked up to Ashburn and comforted him. Although he looked only about ten years old, it was obvious that he was well-educated. Despite his young age, he behaved quite decently and had the demeanor of a nobleman.
This man was the fifth son of the Brandt family. Although he was well-educated, he did not take Ilze seriously at all in his words. He had a good relationship with Ashbern. Even though Ashbern had been deprived of the inheritance rights of the Holy Son and the future head of the family, he still stood firmly by Ashbern's side.
Ashburn smiled slightly, reached out and gently patted Laowu's head, sighed slightly in his heart, and felt a little moved.
only……
After all, Lao Wu is his most threatening opponent.
Although Simmons gave himself advice, he was not a member of the Brandt family after all, and he didn't know enough about the family's situation.
Originally, Ashiborn also regarded Ilze as the biggest enemy, but on the way back, he had already figured it out. The eldest brother was a piece of trash. If the family fell into the hands of the eldest brother, it would be the same as direct destruction. He was just a tool. Because the family did not have suitable talents for the time being, he was asked to take over temporarily. When the fifth brother grows up, the position of the Son of God will definitely belong to the fifth brother.
Judging from her age, it will be another three years at most.
When this thought emerged in his mind, a bone-chilling chill suddenly flashed across Ashburn's eyes, and his palm slowly slid down Lao Wu's head and landed on Lao Wu's thin neck.
The next moment...
Crunch.
The slender neck suddenly sank deeply in a weird way.
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