Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 55: Turning Point



Chapter 55: Turning Point

Every clan that could enter the top layer of society had passed the test of time. These clans could be traced back to at least a hundred years, while veteran nobles like Beth Cord had a glorious history of more than two hundred years. These old aristocrats were the pillars of the Federation. Often, this kind of clan was a colossus.

In their genealogy, the relationship between the wrong roots was complicated, just like those ancient trees that were flourishing. Their roots must have spread for countless meters underground. Naturally, Bescott was no exception, and like many families, he usually divided many family members into direct bloodline and collateral bloodline.

In order to ensure the prosperity of the clan, the position of Patriarch would normally only be given to direct bloodline relatives. Of course, in some turbulent times, there were also instances of collateral clans seizing the position of Patriarch. However, that was still a very small number, and even if he succeeded in seizing the throne, that clan would surely suffer a great loss of vitality. After all, most of the clan's martial power and wealth were in the hands of direct blood relatives.

It was like a swarm of bees. In a large family system, there was also a division of labor between the direct and side branches. After the Battle of Dawn, this division of labor became even more obvious. Normally speaking, in the family business, some relatively modest tasks would be entrusted to the other branch clans to take care of. They would be responsible for most of the family's business dealings, just like the worker bees in the swarm, constantly accumulating wealth for the family.

Direct blood relatives had to shoulder the responsibility of opening up the family business and exploring the foreign battlefield. They had to lay down more colonial planets for their families and establish safe and stable trade routes between these colonial planets and Earth, so that the families could benefit from them. Simply put, the collateral clan's obligation was to be responsible for the clan's business operations, while the direct bloodline had to find more sources of wealth for the clan.

Under such a pattern, the chances of a direct descendant dying were much higher. However, every direct descendant that could stand firm in the battlefield of the Outer Realm was a hero of one side, and their status in the clan system was also difficult to shake. Because in the end, their achievements were all fought out, and they were truly powerful!

Vincent's family is a collateral branch of Beth Cord, and his family manages more than two business chains on the surface for Beth Cord. In order to stand out from the other side branches, Vincent's father spent a lot of money to send his son to Babylon's Dawn Blade Academy, which was specially designed for aristocratic children. Vincent also lived up to his father's expectations and achieved outstanding results in the academy.

The evaluation of the younger generation came from many aspects, and the results of Dawn Blade Academy was one of the most important examinations. If Vincent can graduate successfully, there should be no escape from the position of foreign affairs director. Although it was completely incomparable to direct descendants in terms of the resources they received from the family, the position of foreign affairs director was also a hot spot in the branch.

Apart from the arrogance and arrogance shared by the descendants of aristocratic families, being able to accomplish such a feat did not prevent Vincent from also possessing a clever and agile mind. Hence, after hearing Kodorf's words, he was immediately moved. He frowned and said, "You mean that Patriarch Horn intends to raise this kid named Allen into someone in an important position? How is this possible? He's just a lowly commoner!"

"Have you seen Alan's appearance?" Kodorf suddenly asked.

Vincent smiled contemptuously, "How can I care what a lowly person looks like?"

"As far as I know, his appearance is somewhat similar to that of an aunt of mine." "I heard from my father that my grandfather loved one of their youngest sisters the most, Aunt Lenny. Ten years ago, Aunt Lenny suddenly ran away from the family, and since then there has been no news of her, and Grandfather regrets it," Kodorf said leisurely.

At this point, Kodorf shut his mouth. He had given enough hints.

Sure enough, Vincent exclaimed, "So when he saw Alan's appearance, the Patriarch touched the scenery and decided to bring him into the family to make up for the loss of his daughter?"

"Do you think that's impossible? Even if Alan isn't our direct descendant, with his face, who can guarantee that Grandpa won't raise him to be the number one disciple among the other descendants?" Kodorf patted Vincent on the shoulder and said, "I think you've been desperate these past two years. It would be a pity to lose your position as head of foreign affairs just because of someone's face."

Vincent nodded his head forcefully, and even a sinister expression appeared on his face. "Thank you for your reminder, Cousin Kodorf's help. I will never forget it."

"Nothing, I'm just saying a few words. Alright, I have to go somewhere else. These two beauties are hard to deal with." Kodorf laughed loudly and stood up. With a wave of his hand, he walked out of the card seat with two hot girls in his arms.

Vincent sat in the card seat for a moment before walking out. His other companions invited him to drink, but he shook his head and left in a hurry, leaving a few boys staring at him. Finally, someone shouted, "Vincent's gone. Who's going to pay tonight?"

So the teenagers began to tangle with new questions.

Kodorf smiled as Vincent lowered his head into his seat and quickly left the twilight. He was also sitting in an extended magic car, with two sexy women kissing his cheeks and ears. '"Young Master, just test Alan's words. Leave it to me. Why bother asking Vincent to do it?" Kodov said as if he didn't feel anything. He was sitting opposite him, a 50-year-old man with a beard and sharp eyes, and said, "Young Master. Just test Alan's words. Leave it to me. Why bother asking Vincent to do it."

"Teacher Robert, you should know that he was invited by Grandpa. This means that Grandpa valued this little brat for whatever reason. So it's better not to get involved with us in such a thankless matter. Let Vincent do it for us." Kodorf finally reacted. He reached into one of the women's chests and smiled, "We just need to watch the play. There's no need to make a scene, is there?"

"Drive," he added. "These two kittens can't wait any longer."

The two women chuckled. One of them had already squatted at Kodorf's feet, panting slightly, and started a fierce offensive. The old man named Robert's eyes were cold, as if he didn't see the intense peach-colored scene in the car at all.

When Alan woke up, he found that it was already dawn. His face was sticky. He casually wiped off a handful of sweat, but the sweat was filled with a strong smell of alcohol. Looking around, Tonislaw and the other soldiers who were reveling last night were still asleep. They occupy tables and sofas in all directions, and some even lie on the ground sleeping with wine bottles in their arms.

Thinking of the war song they sang last night and looking at these straightforward soldiers, Alan suddenly felt that not everyone in Babylon was wearing fake masks.

"These are troublesome fellows."

A voice came from the direction of the bar, where a few small lights were on, only illuminating one end of the bar. Under the light, a burly but well-dressed old man was wiping the bar. He lowered his head and said, "But I like them. When I see these bastards, I think of myself when I was young. I'm sorry for letting you hear a bunch of old grumbles. My name is Yuki and I've known that old man Hughton for a long time. I heard he taught you?"

"Yes, thanks to Mr. Hughton's guidance. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to stand here." Allen stood up and said with some frustration, "He said that he would be interested in learning about the design of the Magic Cube in the future, but I haven't seen him since the competition."

"He came last night while you were asleep. Actually " Yuki took out a note from his pocket. "Here's the address he gave you. He told you to come find him when you wanted to learn that shit. Oh, he said you had to bring good wine when you went. Otherwise, he wouldn't open the door, damn old drunkard!"

Alan took the note from Yuki. It was indeed an address. He looked at the old man and said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Yuki."

"You're welcome. Just remember to come over when you have time." Yuki looked outside the door and muttered, "It should be about time."

"About what?"

"The person who came to pick you up should be almost there." Yuki put down a polished glass. "There is nothing in Babylon that Bethcodd does not know."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the bar was pushed open. Helen, the butler, walked in and looked at Alan. "Young Master, please come with me. Old Master asked me to pick you up."

"But I "

"It doesn't matter. I've already packed your things for you. There's no need to go back to the training center." Helsing said carefully.

Alan spread out his hands and said, "Alright then."

"Say goodbye to Tonislaw for me," he said to Yuki. "I'll come and see him when I'm free."

"I will definitely bring it."

Alan and Helen walked out of the bar. There was already a flying car with the Beth Cod emblem on it in front of the main entrance. The main body of the family badge was a shield with a lion-shaped eagle-headed beast pattern on it, and a symmetrical sword pattern extended out from its surroundings. Black and yellow are the main colors, which are very eye-catching.

This badge is the symbol of Patriarch Bescot. Other badges of other races use this as a benchmark to extend and change, but there are some things that are not allowed to be used. For example, the Gryphon and the long sword could only be used by the Patriarch.

When Allen's name was added to the list of heirs, he would also have his own badge, a symbol of status and a business card for social interaction between nobles. Of course, for Alan at this time, he still had nothing in Beth Cordery.

Alan got on the magic energy flying car and watched the car leave Goldwing Avenue, heading east. Gradually, the buildings on both sides of the road began to disappear, replaced by rolling mountains and green trees. The sun was rising from the east, and the brilliant sunshine was like a gift from God, bathing Babylon in a golden light.

A new day had arrived, and Alan would usher in one of the most important turning points in his life.

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