C100 (1/2)

England, Scotland.

After a few hours of flight, they arrived at a castle in Scotland.

As they travelled through the night, Shu Luo's cold became more and more severe. The redness on his face was tinged with a kind of paleness that congealed into a pinkish horror.

In the Gothic Castle built in the nineteenth century, candlesticks were lit up with yellow lights, luxurious crystal chandeliers were flowing down. Large European oil paintings, baroque style furniture, handmade goods, all of them exquisite and expensive.

Shulo sat in the lobby, looking at a painting of a man, the grandfather of the young Duke Zorn.

He had a pair of golden amber eyes, just like a golden sunrise. It was as if a single sweep of his eyes could penetrate anyone's senses.

He just stood there quietly, dignified and elegant, holding the scepter in his hand and wearing a dark red velvet coat with the crown on the collar still on. The hat was inlaid with four mink skins, and on its crown was a gold ring adorned with eight red gold leaves.

Beneath the bottom of the painting is the king's seal and signature, our true, trusted and most beloved companion.

Shu Luo slowly approached the portrait and quietly observed it. It was too similar. The aura of a tyrant, the demeanor of a king, the aura of luxury that emanated from him … half of Zuo En's personality belonged to this grandfather.

But there was a noble and elegant inner quality hidden within Zuoyen's appearance. That kind of brilliant inner intelligence had always been gathering and waiting for the day when it would burst out. Because he was in the dark, he could contain everything different from the dazzle, that kind of crescent light, was cold and unadulterated.

It could be said that Zuo En was a perfect man who was almost like a god. Whether it was appearance or inner talent, no matter if it was grace or bearing, he was second to none.

”You're here …”

The strong voice carried a sense of majesty.