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"Wait a minute."

Hearing the old man calling out these people's identities, Amber's eyes widened.

This old guy was right. At this time, the strong and disciplined men in black brought by Amber were the most loyal followers of Grindelwald when he traversed the European continent.

That is, the saints that everyone talked about in the entire European continent back then.

"Little master, I know this person.

After hearing Amber's order, the Saints did not stop immediately, but quickly resolved all the opposing forces, and then divided everyone.

The most elite group surrounded the old patriarch of the Boke family tightly in the middle, quickly confiscating the wands of these people, and only then came to report to Amber.

Looking at the saints who had completed the division and encirclement, Amber's eyes flashed with surprise.

He originally thought that after decades of silence, these second and third generations of saints had not been baptized on the battlefield, and their combat effectiveness should not be strong.

That's why, to deal with a Bock family, Amber pulled out a team of 200 people.

Since you want to stand up, you must stand upright and agile.

Winning with difficulty will make everyone inferior, and it will only make people look down on themselves for no reason.

But I didn't expect that these people had such a strong fighting power, which also gave Amber a new estimate of the true power of the old man.

Seeing Amber staring at these people in a daze, the man in black who ran over to report to him just bowed slightly, quietly waiting for Amber to come back to his senses.

Some of them, gathered around Grindelwald for a great and lofty ideal, have remained steadfast even after three generations and over a hundred years.

Such loyalty and firmness are far from what Voldemort's so-called Death Eaters can match.

And Amber, who completely inherited Grindelwald's lofty ideals, is naturally their new object of allegiance.

Amber's orders are even more precious than their lives.

Looking at these saints, they are well organized and powerful. The old patriarch Boke seemed to think of the darkest moment in Europe back then.

He threw away the crutches in his hand and lay down on the ground, shivering, completely unable to see the old-fashioned and prudent demeanor in the conference room before.

"Pryushkin Bock, welcome to His Royal Highness the Dark Lord"`""

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Hearing this title, Amber frowned instinctively, and recovered from his previous thoughts.

Seeing Amber's eyes refocusing, next to the standing saint leader, he took a step forward and explained to Amber in a low voice:

"Little master, this person was the patriarch of the Boke family back then, and when the old master was glorious, he was also a member of the vassal.

Speaking of this, a clear contempt flashed in the leader's eyes, and he glared at Pryushkin, and then continued,

"It's just that after the old master failed in the duel, these people drew a clear line with us and disappeared. I didn't expect to dare to fight against the little master now.

"My subordinates believe that such a two-faced villain should be executed in public.

Hearing the suggestion of the leader of the saints, Amber nodded slightly, and a look of firmness flashed in his eyes.

What he said was right, kindness did not lead the army, and he had an old enemy on his side like this, and now adding new hatred to the old thing is Liwei's best choice.

"In that case, it's up to you-"

"Wait a minute! Master, please wait!

Before Amber's words were finished, a shrill cry came from the side.

The two looked back, only to see Abraham rushing over in a hurry, kneeling on his knees, and prostrate in front of Amber, constantly begging for mercy.

"Master, please forgive my grandfather's life. The Bock family is willing to be a slave, and only the master's life will be obeyed in the future."

"presumptuous!

The leader of the saints was furious, and with a wave of his wand, the blue Cruciatus instantly shot out and hit Abraham.

Under the torment that bored into me, Abraham wailed and shrank into a ball and trembled constantly.

But the mouth was still intermittent, begging for the old Pryushkin.

"Okay, Jack, let's go.

Unable to see Abraham's performance, Amber frowned and stopped the leader of the saints beside him.

"Yes, little master."

Hearing Amber's words, the leader of the saints immediately stopped, bowed slightly, and stepped aside.

And Amber took a step forward and looked down at Abraham with indifferent eyes.

"You should know the price of interceding for him, and you should also know that I will not let anyone go against me. 35

"Yes, master, please be merciful, the Boke family still has a small role to help the master share his worries."

Looking at the extremely humble Abraham kneeling on the ground, and then looking at some of the Bok tribes next to him who were either dead or faint, or lying on the ground in the same posture.

Amber pondered for a long time, took out a huge dragon skin from his arms, and threw it in front of him.

|| In that case, sign it. "

"Yes, thank you for your generosity, Master."

Seeing this secret deed written with the complete dragon skin, a trace of pain flashed in Abraham's eyes, and then he buried his head lower.

He knew that once this secret agreement was signed, the Boke family, or even the vassal family, would not be able to do it.

At that time, they can only become Cadmus's most loyal servants. As long as Amber is willing, all members of the Boke family blood will be killed immediately, and there is no room for resistance.

But now there is no choice. The Boke family has angered Amber twice in a row. If they don't sign this contract, the whole family will be wiped out at this time.

Watching Abraham drip his blood on the contract tremblingly, then Mander, who is the current patriarch, and Pryushkin, who is the previous patriarch, repeated the same action.

The three generations of the old, middle and young generations were determined at the same time, and the contract turned into a white light and threw it into Amber's soul (Li Nuo's).

Feeling the life and death of the people in front of him in his soul, Amber snorted coldly and withdrew the saint who was about to move.

"Master, thank you for your generosity.

Seeing Amber's actions, all the still awake Boke people thanked them, but they felt very uncomfortable.

One of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, the entire family became the servant family of the young man in front of him.

This disparity in status made everyone look miserable, but Amber's next sentence made them look horrified again.

"Don't think that you can escape your guilt, even if it is a slave, I don't want to eat the waste of dry food."

"Pryushkin Bock, I hope you are of some use. Otherwise, you will be dead in seven days."

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