Diary of the life of a working wizard

Neat clothes, meticulously styled hair...

When the Duke appeared in the drawing room again, although his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and although he had to rely on crutches to walk to avoid falling, there was no trace of embarrassment in him anymore, only the aristocratic temperament exuding from his bones.

I have to say that Xia Yunjie still appreciates this kind of aristocratic temperament emanating from his bones. This temperament is not something that just any rich or high-status person can possess. It takes a long time to accumulate.

However, when the old Duke walked up to Xia Yunjie, the flattering smile that appeared on his face involuntarily made Xia Yunjie's good impression of the nobles disappear all of a sudden.

In the face of death, in the face of the continuation of the family's survival, no matter how noble a nobleman is, he still cannot help but reveal his humble side.

Xia Yunjie waved his hand and sent everyone away, leaving only old Brad.

"Extend your hand and show me." Xia Yunjie said to Brad Lao.

Upon hearing this, Brad bowed and stretched out his hand to Xia Yunjie tremblingly.

Xia Yunjie stretched out his hand to clasp his wrist, and a trace of witchcraft power quietly penetrated into his body along his bloodline.

As the inheritor of the bloodline of the ancient Witch King, Xia Yunjie is unparalleled in terms of physical attainments.

As soon as Wu Li penetrated Brad's body, Xia Yunjie had to sigh that this guy's physical body was really very strong. If he were in his prime, his physical strength would probably be comparable to that of an early Jindan monk in the world of cultivation. Of course, in terms of strength, Brad, who does not know magic and only has the physical body and strength comparable to the early Golden Core monks, is definitely not the opponent of the early Golden Core monks. But in the era of the decline of Taoism and the backward weapons before World War I, Brad's strength in his heyday was indeed enough to push Britain to dominate the world behind the scenes.

Of course, now Brad's physical body has been damaged by some kind of force and is riddled with holes, and it is no longer as strong as it used to be.

"Eh?" As the witchcraft power penetrated, Xia Yunjie suddenly felt a familiar and domineering hot breath. It was this hot breath that destroyed Brad's originally cold body.

"You have been to Agia in Africa. Did you get injured in Agia?" Xia Yunjie said with a hint of surprise and curiosity.

Two years ago, while participating in the Spring City Taoist Conference, Xia Yunjie met King Balu, the great earth king of Agia today. At that time, he suffered from the fire poison, which is the same fire poison that is now raging in Brad, but at that time, King Balu The fire poison on his body was very weak, so Xia Yunjie easily removed it and didn't take it seriously afterwards. But now that he saw a strong man like Brad being poisoned by this fire, Xia Yunjie began to realize that the Holy Fire Heavenly Dragon that King Balu offended back then should not be underestimated.

Seeing Xia Yunjie reveal what happened two hundred years ago, Brad jumped up like a cat that had been stepped on by the tail. He looked at Xia Yunjie in great shock and said, "How did you know?"

"I have met the same person who was poisoned by this fire before, but I casually removed the poison without paying attention to it. I didn't expect that with your Duke's strength, you would also be infected. It seems that the Holy Fire Tianlong is still there. Some skills." Xia Yunjie replied.

Brad's eyes suddenly widened when he heard this, and he looked at Xia Yunjie as if he were a monster. This fire poison had tortured him for nearly two hundred years. It had turned a vampire duke who once looked down on the world's heroes into a frail old man. I thought that even a strong man like Xia Yunjie might not be able to help him get rid of him. Unexpectedly, he said that this fire poison can be easily removed, and he also said that he didn't take it to heart at all. What's even more exaggerated is that he even said that the terrifying Holy Fire Tianlong only had some abilities. You must know that he was at his peak back then, and he also brought a group of the most powerful people in the family, three of whom were marquis cultivators. But in the end, except for him who survived, the rest were all killed by the holy fire dragon. Burnt to ashes. It was also after that battle that the Stuart family began to decline. Now, except for him, the only clan members with the highest cultivation level in the family are at the earl level.

After the shock, the flattering look on Brad's face became even thicker. It was so thick that Xia Yunjie felt sick just looking at it. He couldn't believe that the man in front of him was actually a noble among the British nobles, a duke who had lived for hundreds of years.

"Put away your disgusting face. I can help you deal with your poison and restore you to your original strength. But you almost killed Feng Guoming and his children. Can you tell me, My reason for helping you? You don't naively think that a beating can buy you your life, your strength, and the continuation of your family, right?" Xia Yunjie retracted his hand that clasped Brad's wrist and asked road.

When Brad heard this, he actually put away his flattering expression and remained silent for a long time. His eyes flashed with excitement for a while, and then with a conflicting look that was difficult to make a choice.

Naturally, he was excited because the fire poison that had tortured him for nearly two hundred years was about to leave him, and his strength could be restored to its original strength. In the past, even if he found someone like Feng Guoming who had inherited some powerful bloodline from ancient times, He was not completely sure about the Chinese, but now he saw full certainty in the young man in front of him.

The paradox is that as the young man in front of me said, what reason does he have to help him?

How could Brad, a person who has lived hundreds of years, not know that there is no free lunch in this world? What's more, he almost killed Feng Guoming and his children before, but now he is asking him to save his life and help. He has regained his strength. If it were him, he would never do such a stupid thing if there were no huge benefits.

benefit? What benefit can he give to the people in front of him?

money? status? Or a woman? Brad's mind was spinning rapidly, but he was denied by himself.

Even he can possess these things, and even once led the British Empire to occupy a quarter of the world's land. How can this young man in front of him, who is much stronger than him, care about it?

The more he thought about Brad, the paler his face became, and he realized that he seemed unable to give the young man in front of him a satisfactory answer at all.

"Pfft" Brad suddenly knelt down on one knee and said: "A life for a life. I, Brad, swear in the name of my blood ancestors, if you can save my life and restore my strength, I will become your loyal My servant will always follow your footsteps."

"Although I don't take your strength seriously, to the world, your strength is terrifying, and you need to be restrained by this oath. Since you have made your own choice, I will accept you for the time being. I vowed that after Feng Guoming's child truly becomes a strong man and has the ability to take charge of the Stuart family, I will consider giving you freedom based on the situation." Xia Yunjie saw that Brad was indeed a human spirit, so he didn't bother to talk in circles with him. He nodded and hooked his finger, and suddenly a little blood floated out from Brad's original wound and floated in mid-air.

"You swear," Xia Yunjie said seriously.

Brad looked at the drop of blood floating in front of his eyes and swore solemnly.

When Brad swore, he felt something subtle being pulled out from the depths of his soul and entering the drop of blood in the air.

The blood bloomed with a strange light in the air, forming an ancient and peculiar rune. After Brad finished swearing the oath, the rune was divided into two, half of which sank into Brad's eyebrows, and the other half was collected by Xia Yunjie's palm. Disappeared in it.

"This is a blood oath. Even if you are thousands of miles away, if you have the slightest intention, I will be able to detect it and instantly kill you," Xia Yunjie said calmly.

"My distinguished master, your servant understands." Brad replied, still kneeling on one knee, but a little cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Xia Yunjie's unpredictable abilities far exceeded his imagination.

Xia Yunjie did not point out Brad's inner fear, and waved his hand: "Get up, you don't have to salute like this in front of outsiders in the future, just know it from the bottom of your heart. As for me, my full name is Xia Yunjie, you can just call me Mr. Xia Can."

"Yes" Brad stood up as instructed.

"Now let me remove the fire poison from you and repair your body. You sit cross-legged in front of me." Xia Yunjie said.

Brad felt a little sad about becoming Xia Yunjie's servant, but when he heard that the fire poison was removed and the body was repaired, the sadness in his heart was immediately replaced by excitement, and he hurriedly sat cross-legged in front of Xia Yunjie.

Xia Yunjie pressed his hand on the Baihui point on the top of Brad's head, and surging witchcraft power poured down from the Baihui point.

As soon as the fire poison swirling around Brad's heart felt the overwhelming witchcraft power, they immediately restrained the violence of the fire poison like slaves seeing their master, and became so docile that they allowed the witchcraft power to take it all away.

In the blink of an eye, the fire poison surrounding Brad's heart was completely eliminated. It's just that the witchcraft power didn't just withdraw. Instead, it started from the heart and spread out like the intricate blood vessels, reaching every corner of Brad's body.

In about an hour, the witch power repaired Brad's riddled body, and took the opportunity to temper and hammer it. When Xia Yunjie took his hand back, he felt that Brad's body was full of strength. He couldn't help but roar, and a pair of huge purple wings with a few silvery lights on each side penetrated his clothes from his back and appeared under the light.

"Silver, silver light" Looking at the silver light in the purple wings, Brad was so excited that he couldn't help but tremble all over.

The strength of the blood clan is divided according to the title of the nobles, such as baron, viscount, earl, and marquis. Starting from the duke, this is the line where the blood clan truly enters the ranks of the strong and has a life span of at least six hundred years. Starting from the duke, it is divided into first-class duke, second-class duke and third-class duke, and the same is true for the subsequent princes.

Although Brad is the only vampire in the Western world who has become a duke in the past seven hundred years, he has always been the worst third-class duke. The pure purple wings are the symbol of the third-class duke, but the silver light that appears now is the second-class duke. Waiting for the Duke's sign