After signing in for fifty years, I became the leader of the vampire clan

The orc army marched straight into the territory of the Vampire Clan, destroyed the city and captured thirty-five cities in one night.

The coffin board of the vampire ancestor was not pressed down!

Duke Vlad, who had been in seclusion for 1,400 years, climbed out of the coffin and turned the tide. Only then did the orc army stop their attack...

However, the orc army in Azeroth still has not retreated, and is still preparing for the next round of attack.

To put it simply, the vampires have never fought ferocious orcs.

The Kingdom of Nikala was defeated!

For a time, gloomy clouds filled the sky over the city of Lahmia, and even the moonlight seemed to dim a lot.

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A few more days later.

Count Carstein has returned from the front.

The Earl was pushed back in a wheelchair...

Chapter 19

Crunch——

The big iron door opens.

A group of armored guards walked in. Almost everyone was injured, and many missing arms and legs were lying on stretchers. Their morale was low.

At the front of the team, Count Carstein was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by his guards.

Fang Qingyan couldn't believe that this half-dead, pale-haired, wrinkled old guy was actually the suave, elegant and confident Count Carstein of the past!

Feel his blood.

Fang Qingyan was even more speechless.

Count Carstein's energy and blood activity at this moment is not as active as that of a traditional vampire. It is hard to imagine how severely he suffered on the battlefield.

Qi and blood are withered, and mental strength is almost exhausted.

After Fang Qingyan briefly sensed it, he shook his head with regret.

He has been injured to the core, and unless the Duke spares his energy and blood to help him heal, he will definitely not survive for a few more years.

Of the 800 personal guards who were taken away when they set out, only a few dozen came back alive.

It can be called tragic!

This shows how badly the vampires were tortured by the orcs in this battle.

…

"Ahem——"

Count Carstein coughed weakly, like a frail old man.

He looked around with turbid eyes, and saw that only Fang Qingyan and three or four others came out to greet them. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and he became a little more energetic.

"How...why are there only a few of you? Where is Albert?"

Fang Qingyan did not rush to answer, and pretended to look at each other with the other people for a while.

Then a servant at the back replied: "My lord, the old butler... he has encountered misfortune."

Fang Qingyan and others nodded in agreement: "Please forgive me."

When Kastein heard this, he immediately became furious. Even if he was ravaged by orcs on the battlefield, why was his house stolen?

"Tell me!" His eyes became sharp and his voice was hoarse, "Tell me everything again."

After hearing several servants describe what happened.

The rage on Kastein's face gradually turned into loneliness, sadness and sadness.

"Did His Highness Marston do it? How could he bully my people while I was away?"

He aged ten years in an instant.

Although the flames of revenge are burning in his eyes, what's more is the helplessness in facing the cruel facts.

As an ordinary nobleman, he could not afford to offend the Bruch clan.

What's more, with this half-dead appearance, how can we talk about revenge?

But then, he heard the servants talking about the tragic destruction of Earl Marston's castle.

Carstein's eyes lit up a little.

"How did you survive?"

he asked again.

"We thought we were going to die, but suddenly a mysterious strong man appeared and killed all the enemies. We just don't know if this strong man was the one who killed His Highness Marston."

Someone answered.

Carstein nodded thoughtfully.

After lowering his head and thinking for a while, he raised his hand tremblingly and waved: "I know everything. Let's all leave."

Upon hearing this, the guards dispersed and left the castle.

After experiencing a brutal war, they all missed their families.

"Alas~"

Carstein sighed lonely, looked at several servants, and finally fixed his gaze on Fang Qingyan: "Where is Albert's grave? Take me to see it."

Fang Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded, stepped forward to push up the wheelchair, and went to the cemetery in the back mountain.

Count Carstein sat in front of Albert's old butler's grave for a long time.

The expression on his face is sometimes sad, sometimes remorseful.

"Albert, his father, grandfather, and grandfather have served me for more than seven hundred years. In fact, I have already regarded them as relatives."

Count Carstein's voice was low and hoarse.

It seemed like he was talking to Fang Qingyan, but also like he was talking to himself.

He seemed like a sad old man mourning the death of a loved one.

When the castle was in crisis, the old butler Albert tried his best to protect this place. If Carstein hadn't treated him as his own, the old butler wouldn't have had to do this.

Because while Carstein regarded Albert as a relative, Albert had already regarded the castle as his home.

Fang Qingyan felt the sadness of this count nobleman and could only sigh in his heart.

It wasn't that he didn't want to save Albert, it was just that he was at the critical moment of a breakthrough and didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

If he had not stood up for the humans in Bonn Town before, he would not have gotten into trouble later. Therefore, Fang Qingyan was responsible for the death of the old housekeeper Albert.

But he had no regrets. If he had it to do over again, Fang Qingyan would still kill those two bodyguards who looked down upon their lives.

Although Fang Qingyan is indifferent to fame and fortune and just wants to practice quietly, there will be no eternal peace in this world. If you don't look for trouble, trouble will come back to you.

So when it's time to take action, you still have to take action.

"Edward..."

Carstein turned to look at Fang Qingyan and said in a deep voice, "You will take over Albert's job from now on, are you willing?"

Fang Qingyan was stunned.

Actually let him, a little servant, be the new butler?

It doesn't make sense...it's too casual.

But soon, he suddenly realized.

Count Carstein knew that he had only a few years to live and that his life's journey was about to reach its end.

After losing the battle and Albert's death... he was already so disheartened that he was too lazy to bother with such nonsense anymore.

"Okay, I will not betray your trust and will manage this castle for Old Butler Albert."

Fang Qingyan nodded and accepted the job.

Kastein is very casual;

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ps: I beg for support from Xiaopujie, please give me a monthly evaluation ticket for flowers, I beg you on your knees! .

Chapter 20

Fang Qingyan moved out of his cabin.

His new quarters were spacious, the second most luxurious room in the entire castle.

If another servant was suddenly promoted to be the earl's butler, he would definitely dance with excitement.

But Fang Qingyan didn't care much about this.

He obtained a set of keys, including the keys to the castle treasury and the blood bank door.

In the eyes of others, this is a symbol of power and status!

But Fang Qingyan took these things very lightly.

The second day after becoming the new butler.

He took two servants and went out to recruit people. It was outrageous that there were only so few people in such a big castle.

In the past, if this kind of thing happened, there was no need to go there in person. Just say hello and someone would come to your door.

But now Count Carstein has become a useless man.

The nobles who used to fawn over him suddenly disappeared in a tacit understanding.

Almost no one even came to see Carstein.

…

Lahmian city.

Fang Qingyan spent several hours recruiting a dozen new people, all of whom were the last generation of vampires.

There are cooks, servants, and attendants.

"You take them back first, I will return to the castle later."

He ordered to his accompanying men.

After parting ways, he came to the black market alone.

I found the familiar trading house and walked in.

"Oh~ look who I saw? Isn't this our most distinguished customer, Mr. Edward?"

As soon as the owner of the store saw Fang Qingyan, he immediately greeted him with bright eyes.

In this year, Fang Qingyan has sold thousands of gold coins just for selling materials. Among all the regular customers of this trading house, he is definitely the number one big customer.

"Long time no see, Thomas."

Fang Qingyan nodded to the trading house boss.

Thomas smiled and asked: "Are you here to deliver goods for Lord Carstein again this time?"

"Well, yes." Fang Qingyan said lightly, "In addition, I need a top-notch coffin."

The Earl is back, and he can no longer occupy the magpie's nest.

"Hahaha, it's all easy to talk about. Please come inside and let's change places and talk slowly."

Thomas very politely invited Fang Qingyan to a dedicated private room.