"It's still far away," he said with some slightest suggestion.

The old man shook his head, "Sorry, Mr. Sean, I don't think I should go forward any more."

With a whistle, the old horse stopped and refused to take another step.

Sean sighed helplessly and was about to get off the car, but the old man said in a slight twist, "Can you sign me?"

Sean finally signed him and watched the old man leave in the carriage. He stood on the dry ground on the edge of the woods, feeling a little dilemma.

Forget it, it’s a blessing or not a disaster, it’s a disaster that can’t be avoided. It’s all here, so you can’t give up, that’s too cowardly.

Perhaps it was just a false alarm. As he thought about this, he confirmed the revolver in his arms again, and then he carried his suitcase toward the castle in the distance.

The road was as difficult as expected. The ground covered with dead branches and leaves was deep and shallow. The branches of dead trees on both sides of the road were always scratched against his coat, which was annoying.

Sean carefully avoided the oncoming branches and took advantage of the last afterglow of the sunset to come to the gate of the manor.

A narrow and deep river surrounded the manor inside, and a suspension bridge spanned the river, and the wooden boards were deeply embedded in the dry and hard soil on the shore. It seemed that the suspension bridge had lost its function and was only used as a wooden bridge.

As soon as he stepped onto the wooden boards on the bridge, he heard a cold voice shouting.

"Stop!"

Sean was so scared that he stopped quickly. As soon as he looked up, he saw a pair of bright eyes staring at him in the shooting hole in the city wall, and a double-barrel hunting rifle was held in his hand.

He hurriedly raised the invitation letter in his hand and shook it. The man put down his gun and turned around and disappeared for a moment. The door of the manor slowly opened with the creaking of wood.

Sean looked at the gate that looked like a dark mouth, and he felt a little regretful about taking this trip.

He walked across the suspension bridge and a middle-aged man came up with a thick beard and a shabby canvas windbreaker. He looked like he had a bad temper. The man stared at him. Just when Sean thought the other party was going to hit someone, the man bowed deeply, "Welcome to the Anlin Manor, Master Sean."

"Do you know me?"

"Ms. Delia has described your appearance to me, please come with me."

Sean followed the man toward the depths of the manor. The manor was undoubtedly huge and gloomy, but it also showed a hint of majestic atmosphere everywhere, especially the magnificent castle deep in the manor, which was obviously built for military purposes.

Sean has learned about the history of the Kingdom of Brighton. Hundreds of years ago, it was the northern border of the kingdom. Fort Rouns has been a military important place for a long time, and it was not until recent decades that it was changed to Andrews.

As a local aristocrat, Albert is likely to be the so-called "border aristocrats" and has a certain military color.

Sean thought that it would be great if he could inherit such a large industry. Although the location was a bit bad, how could such a large castle be sold for tens of thousands of pounds?

Just as I was thinking, the gate of the castle had arrived.

The middle-aged man opened the door, "Please come in, Mr. Sean, everyone else is already waiting inside."

"Other people?"

"The master has many descendants. When he heard the bad news, he all rushed over."

When Sean walked in, he realized that "there are many descendants" was already a very modest statement.

There were about twenty men and women, most of them wore long black veil dresses or black dresses, gathered in the hall of the castle. When they saw him walking in, they all looked curious and puzzled.

Some people were whispering, probably guessing his identity, after all, he had no contact with these relatives for ten years.

Seeing so many people coming, Sean was suddenly a little depressed. So many people came to share the inheritance, and I’m afraid there will be not much left when it’s my turn.

An old servant nodded to him, "If you pay tribute to your remains, please come here."

Sean was really not interested in seeing a dead old man, but he still had to abide by the necessary etiquette. He walked to the coffin with a serious face and saw an old man in a black dress lying inside, wearing the badge of the house on his chest, holding a sword in both hands, and putting it straight on his chest, presenting a solemn posture, which is a privilege that only the nobles in the border areas have.

Perhaps the restraining master has a good craftsmanship, and the old man looks lifelike. Except for his slightly pale face, he can hardly tell that he is a dead person.

Under the reflection of the chandeliers and candles on his head, his expression seemed to be completely uneasy, and even had a bit of sternness and solemnity when he was alive. Time left no traces on his face, except for his snow-white hair, he looked like a middle-aged man.

Sean looked carefully and said, it was true that the two looked a little similar.

He held his chest and greeted him, then stepped aside, found an empty seat and sat down, waiting for the next will to be announced.

After waiting for a long time, the main owner finally appeared.

The female lawyer named Delia walked out, and an old man was following her, who seemed to be the housekeeper of the manor, and two others were walking with her, a middle-aged soldier wearing a Kingdom Guard uniform, and a fair official wearing monocle glasses. As soon as the four people appeared, the audience was silent.

The middle-aged soldier nodded to everyone and stood aside. Delia took out her will and handed it over to the Justice Officer.

The justice official pushed the monocle glasses and started reading them in public.

"Barl Albert died unfortunately, but fortunately he died on the bed, and before his death he had a loyal servant and his relatives. However, his old friend had passed away, and life would continue.

According to the Baron's will, in the witness of the king's representative, himself and the Baron's lawyer, I hereby announce his estate.

Baron Albert's legacy includes-

Dark Forest Manor and surrounding territories and castles.

Four carriages, six purebred horses, twelve slow horses, five hunting dogs and other livestock property...

Three stores in Andrewen, spice shops and silver shops in Swordburgh, and one thousand shares of Brighton Railway Company...

Listening to the justice official's thoughts on the industries left by Viscount Lawrence one by one, Sean couldn't help but feel a little more anticipated. So many industries can be divided into some things, preferably the industry of the sword castle, which can be operated nearby, or simply sold for money.

Although the professor's identity is respected, his salary can only be said to be acceptable. Although the royalties are generous, it is far from enough to be used to do big things.

Someone suddenly asked beside him: "Are you Vincent's son?"

He looked back and found that it was an uncle with a beard, asking with a look of hope.

"Who are you?"

"Edmund Forest, Vincent is my younger brother."

It turned out to be my uncle, Sean nodded, "That's right."

"Ha, I didn't expect to be lucky enough to see you. I have always heard that a famous scholar appeared in Vincent's house. I noticed that you were wearing the badge of the sword castle. Are you the lecturer there?"

"professor."

"Oh my god, I really didn't expect it."

The uncle seemed quite emotional, "When I was a child, Vincent was a rebellious child, but he didn't expect that he would betray the family for a woman - without intention of offending. However, this is all in the past. If you can raise a child like you, your younger brother and sister are undoubtedly an excellent woman."

Sean was a little embarrassed and haha. He had no impression of the cheap parents at all. Most of the poor memories were lost during the process of integrating them through time.

He was about to make a few perfunctory words, but he read his name from the will.

"My son Vincent left home at a young age and gave up his family oath. I was deeply disappointed with him. However, I heard that his son Sean had a profound academic performance, so I decided to leave the relevant books in the library to him, hoping that he could go further and not let the manuscripts be covered with dust."
Chapter completed!