After a day's rest, Eren reported back to Dawnblade. This autumn hunt was very fruitful, and Leon stepped in to deal with the dangerous species that filled the storehouses of the flying ships. After deducting the cost of labor and sales/sales, the net profit will be divided into three or seven points by the two people. Among them, it is naturally Leon who takes 30% and Alan who takes 70%. In addition, Leon gave Alan the prize he obtained from his autumn hunt as promised, but considering that Leon had not taken much to help him sell those dangerous seeds, Alan could not accept all his things, so he only took a second-grade magic weapon.

Alan wanted to return something else to Leon, but Leon refused to allow it, and the two argued about it. In the end, it was decided that in the name of the two of them, this part of the prize would be distributed to the young masters and young ladies who had nothing after ten autumn hunts. So this year's autumn hunt, almost everyone has a harvest, and it has also earned Allen and Leon enough fame.

Two days after Allen returned to the academy, the people in the castle of Ugal were busy almost early in the morning. The inhabitants of the town of Lewin saw the speeding cars passing through the town and leading to the castle. Each of these cars has different coats of arms, which represent the important clans of the Bescord family.

These clansmen are scattered all over the surface of the earth on weekdays, and each has its own property. If Bescord is an ancient tree, then these clansmen are roots that extend to the ground and do not know how deep. One of them may not be of much weight, but when they come together, they are the cornerstone of the large family of Bethcord. It is only when the Council of Elders is held that these clan elders will rush back from the surface and return to the place where the family originated from the Ugal Castle.

The parking apron outside the castle was full of flying cars, and the additional family guards stood at their posts, forming a tight protective net. When the clan elders came to Babylon, their safety was left to the Lord's house. Bethcord had many friends and enemies, but this was Babylon after all. Under the nose of the federal government, normally speaking, no one would have the audacity to openly attack Bethcord's family dignitaries. But Horn still sent guards to escort him throughout the journey, and even transferred another secret warrior, Ferdin, back to take up the town.

The only three surviving secret samurai, Anna the Blood Scorpion, is good at assassination, intelligence gathering and other tasks; Gun Demon Ferding is the strongest of the three, and he was already a level 25 awakened person when he followed Horn on his expedition to the Outlands. As for now, no one knows the depth of his strength, and it is not surprising that he has advanced to the top level of the Dominator or Ancestor; Although the last sword general Baroque is slightly inferior in strength to Fortin, he is all-round in civil and military affairs, and in terms of leading troops to fight, Fuding can't catch up. Therefore, he was entrusted with an important task by Horn, and he had another important position and did not have the opportunity to participate in the presbyterian meeting this time.

The security of the Presbyterian Council was presided over by Fordin, and Horn was reassured. Bethcord's formal presbytery is held every five years, and some important proposals are resolved through video meetings on weekdays, without the presence of all the elders, and only three to five elders who serve as executive directors can be met with guò. For example, Allen's resource allocation plan can only be implemented by Horn and three other trustees.

For example, the five-year meeting of elders is much more formal, with all 16 family elders of Bethcord in attendance, after all, the agenda of the three-day council of elders involves the development of the future family, strategic adjustments, the appointment and scheduling of important members, and the announcement of family events. This is related to the interests of every elder, the clan behind him, and even every clan, and it can not be extraordinarily careless.

Horn, who is the head of the main family and the head of the family, came to the top floor of the main building early. The banquet hall on the top floor is connected to the meeting hall where the presbytery is held, separated by an iron-trimmed wooden door. During the Presbyterian Meeting, the banquet hall is also open at the same time, so that the entourage of the various clans can enjoy buffet-style food and wine in the hall at any time.

There was another way to the conference hall, and Horn and Hissing, the butler, arrived early. The guards opened the door for the two of them, and a hall of five hundred square meters appeared in Horn's eyes, on both sides of the wall in the middle of the hall, hanging Beskode's griffon and eagle battle flags, and in the middle were portraits of the patriarchs of the past. When Horn is a hundred years from now, his portrait will be among them, and now, it's a little early to go.

In the center of the hall is a long lightning rock table, the product of one of the Beth Cord family colonies, named after the natural lightning-like texture of the stone. The stone table is carved and polished from a huge rough stone, and it is so integrated that there is no half-threaded gap. Sixteen dark red suede chairs were arranged on two sides, and that was where the elders were located.

As for Horn, he sat comfortably in the middle of the long table, with his back to the family flag and the portrait wall.

In the dome of the hall, an ancient and intricately patterned chandelier hangs in the center. In the past, every beautiful candlestick on it would be lit with a candle the size of a child's arm. Now, of course, its function has been replaced by several sets of crystal sconces on the walls of the hall, leaving only the decorative and commemorative function.

Even though the hall is only used once every five years, it is still spotless. Horn walked over to the portrait wall, his gaze sweeping over the portraits of the patriarchs. There was a slight pause on the second portrait at the end, and the man in that portrait had a somewhat resemblance to Horn. His eyes stared, as if he were looking forward to the future of his family. The painter's painting skills are indeed excellent, although it is only a portrait, but the person's eyes are very expressive.

This was the previous patriarch and Horn's father. Underneath the portrait is a line of small print with a name: Charos. Bethcord.

"You know, Helsing. At that time, my father was not optimistic about me, because I was more interested in the pursuit of power than family management and power. At that time, my father thought that I was a martial artist, and he often said that a martial artist could not lead the whole family, and I didn't think so at the time. He even often confronted him, and he told me to read more books on management and politics, and I applied for expeditions to the outer lands. Horn smiled and shook his head: "But it turns out that my father is right, to lead the whole family, it is not enough to rely on force alone." But it didn't hurt to be strong, at least after I returned to Babylon, it allowed me to survive the machinations and attacks of several of my siblings, and eventually take over my father's job. ”

Helsing bowed his head and did not comment.

The struggle for power has always been bloody and brutal. Whether it is the president of the federation or the patriarch of the family, who dares to say that his hands are not stained with the blood of competitors? Take Horn as an example, if he hadn't killed a few of his own brothers, how would he have been able to sit in his current position.

Next to the portrait of Horn's father, there is a vacant frame. There was no paper in the frame, only a small sign with Horn's name written on it. This is reserved for Horn's portrait, and when he dies, the portrait that has been prepared early in the morning will be framed. Horn reached out and touched the wall next to his portrait, and said, "I hope that in this place after me, there will be a portrait of Alan." ”

Helsing's head was lowered, and he struggled to keep Horn from what he was saying. Even if he likes Alan a little young master, but when Alan enters the heir sequence at the end of the day, he has to maintain his current position, and try to avoid inadvertently leaking some information from his mouth. As the housekeeper of the family, Hesin knew very well what he could say and what he could say in his stomach.

The door opened, and heavy footsteps rang out. Horn turned his gaze, his gaze filled with a mountain-tall figure. The man struggled to move like a hulking bear, and shouted with his hands outstretched, "Hey, Horn. My dear patriarch and brother, I haven't seen you for five years, and you still haven't seen you at all. It makes me jealous, why didn't you get slashed by the Blade Demon back then, or I wouldn't have to see me gaining weight in your overly bright eyes every time I see you! ”

"Damn Edric, you should keep your mouth shut. Looking at your size, I doubt you're having oil in your veins instead of blood. Horn laughed as well and symbolically hugged the fat man. After all, the other party's body was so fat, Horn couldn't put his hands together at all.

Helsing also came over and bowed to the fat man and said, "It is a pleasure to see you, Mr. Edric, you look healthy. ”

Edrick happily patted Helsing and said to Horn, "Look at Mr. Helsing, this is called greeting." It's not like you cursed me as soon as you came up. ”

Horn shook his head and smiled, "It's just that you can't understand my concern." ”

"Patriarch Horn is right, Edric, we'd all be happy if you had as much humor as you have fat."

Following the fat Edric, a thin old man walked in with his hands in his hands. His figure was slumped, and his yellow skin was clinging to his skeletal face. As he spoke, he saw a row of yellowed and half-rotten teeth, a qiē that made him look like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave.

"Welcome, Uncle Baker." Horn nodded.

Edric put away his smile and said coldly, "I'm glad to see you again, Uncle Baker." I thought you wouldn't be able to come this year, but I didn't expect you to be in the coffin. ”

"Rest assured, Edric. If I die one day, I'll definitely send you an obituary. Without taking the fat man's disrespect to heart in the slightest, the old man sat straight on the first chair on his right.

Edric's eyelids jumped, and he swayed his body to the other side of the old man, trying to fit his body into a chair that could fit the two of them.

As soon as the fat man took his seat, a figure flashed outside the door. He was about the same age as Hoth, but he was dressed in a very ostentatious gown, and an exaggerated exploding head was still eye-catching. The man turned a golden cane in his hand, and the various gemstone rings he wore on the ten fingers of his hands made him look like some outburst on the surface. But such a tasteless fellow is indeed one of the elders of Beskode, Tyre.

Tyre stroked his well-groomed mustache with his hand, "Looks like I'm late this year, Edric and Uncle Baker, why aren't you dead yet, it's so sad for me." ”

Both Edric and Baker snorted, and Horn shook his head and looked at Helsing, both of whom smiled helplessly. At this point, the three most important elders of the side branch clan have arrived. I1387