Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 133: Council Of Elders (1)

After resting for a day, Alan reported back to Dawn Blade. This autumn hunt had yielded quite a few harvests, and Leon had stepped forward to take care of the dangerous species that filled the warehouse of the flying ship. After deducting labor and sales costs, the net profit will be divided between the two of them. Of these, Leon took 30% and Alan 70%. Apart from that, Leon gave Allen the prize he had obtained from the autumn hunt as promised. However, considering that Leon didn't have much to gain from selling those dangerous plants for him, Allen couldn't accept all of his possessions, so he only took a second-grade magical weapon.

Alan wanted to return the other items to Leon, but Leon refused, and the two of them argued about it. In the end, they decided to distribute this portion of the prize to the young masters and young ladies who didn't get anything from the ten Autumn Hunters in the name of the two of them. Thus, this autumn's hunt had almost everyone's harvest, and it had earned Allen and Leon a lot of fame.

Two days after Ellen returned to the academy, the people in Castle Ugarte were busy almost early in the morning. Residents of Levin Town saw cars flying through the town one after another along the road leading to the castle. There were different emblems on the flying cars, which represented the important clans of the Bethcodd Family.

These clans usually scattered all over the surface and had their own properties. If Bethcodd was an ancient tree, then these sect relatives would extend to an unknown depth of roots beneath the ground. One of them might not have much weight, but when they came together, they were the cornerstones of the Bescord family. It was only when the council of elders was held that these clan elders would rush back from the surface and return to Castle Ugarte, the place where the clan originated.

The parking lot outside the castle was filled with flying cars, and the additional family guards stayed at their posts, forming a tight protective net. When the clan elders arrived in Babylon, their safety was handed over to the main family. Bescord had many friends and enemies, but this was Babylon. Under the eyes of the federal government, normally, no one would dare to openly attack the important members of the Beth Cord family. However, Horn still sent out guards to escort them all the way, and even sent another secret warrior, Fordin, back to guard them.

The last three surviving secret warriors, Blood Scorpion Anna, were skilled in assassination, intelligence gathering, and other missions. Spear Fiend Fuding was the strongest of the three. He was already a Level 25 Awakened when he followed Horn on his expedition to the Outer Realm. As for now, no one knew the depth of his strength, and it was not surprising that he had advanced to the peak of the Dominant or Ancestral Descendant realm. Although Baroque was slightly weaker than Fuding in strength, he was so talented that he couldn't even catch up with Fuding in terms of leading the troops to battle. Hence, he was entrusted with a heavy responsibility and had other important positions, so he was not fated to participate in this Council of Elders.

The safety of the Council of Elders was handled by Fuding, so Horn was very relieved. The formal council of elders of Bethcodd is held every five years. Normally, some important proposals are settled by videoconference. There is no need for all the elders to be present, only three to five elders serving as executive council members are required to pass them. For example, with regard to Allen's resource allocation plan, it was approved by Horn and three other directors and could be implemented.

For example, the five-yearly council of elders was much more formal. All sixteen of Bethcock's family elders had to attend. After all, the agenda of the council of elders, which would last for three days, involved the future development of the family, strategic changes, appointments and scheduling of important members, as well as the announcement of major family events, and so on. This was related to the interests of every elder, the clan behind him, and even every clansman.

Horn, who was also the head of the clan, had already arrived at the top floor of the main building. The banquet hall on the top floor was connected to the meeting hall where the Council of Elders was held, and between the two halls was a wooden door with iron edges. During the Council of Elders, the banquet hall will also be open at the same time, allowing the attendants of the various clans to enjoy the fine wine and delicacies of the self-service style at any time in the hall.

There was another passage to the conference hall. Horn and Hussein arrived early. The guards opened the door for the two of them. A five hundred square meter hall appeared in Horn's eyes. On both sides of the middle wall of the hall were the Griffin flags of Bethcodd, and in the middle were the portraits of the Patriarchs of past generations. A hundred years later, Horn's portrait would also be on the list. As for now, it was still a little early.

In the middle of the hall was a long lightning stone table. Lightning stone was the product of one of the Bethcod clans' colonial planets and was named for its natural lightning-like patterns. The stone table was carved and polished from a large piece of raw stone. It was completely integrated, and there were no seams that could be found. The sixteen dark red velvet chairs were arranged on two sides. That was the position of the elders.

As for Horn, his position was at the center of the long table, with his back facing the family flag and portrait wall.

An ancient and complex chandelier hung in the middle of the hall dome. In the past, every exquisite 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 groups of crystal wall lamps on the walls of the hall, leaving only decoration and commemorative significance.

Even though the hall was only used once every five years, it was still spotless. Horn walked to the portrait wall and swept his gaze across the portraits of the patriarchs. He paused for a moment on the last and second portrait, the man in that portrait was somewhat similar to Horn. His gaze was fixed as if he was looking forward to the future of the clan. The painter's painting skills were indeed excellent. Even though it was just a portrait, it made this person's eyes look very vivid.

This was the previous Patriarch and Horn's father. Below the portrait was a small line with a name written on it: Charlotte Bescord.

"You know what, Helsing. Back then, my father didn't think highly of me, because I was more interested in pursuing power than the management and power of my family. At that time, my father thought that I was a martial artist. He often said that a martial artist was unable to lead the entire family. At that time, I did not think so. He even asked me to read more about management and politics, and I applied for an expedition to the Outer Realms. "Horn smiled and shook his head," But it turns out that my father was right. To lead the family, martial power alone is not enough. But there was no harm in strong force, at least after I returned to Babylon, it allowed me to survive the conspiracies and attacks of several of my fellow brothers and finally succeeded my father. "

Helsing lowered her head and did not comment.

Power struggles were always bloody and cruel. Regardless of whether it was the president of the Federation or the patriarch of the clan, who dared to say that their hands were not stained with the blood of their competitors? Take Horn for example. If he hadn't killed a few of his own brothers, how could he have sat in his current position?

Beside Horn's father's portrait was an empty frame. There was no paper in the frame. There was only a small sign under the frame with Horn's name written on it. This was a portrait location reserved for Horn. After his death, the portrait that had been prepared early in the morning would only be mounted in the frame. Horn reached out and touched the wall beside his portrait. "I hope that Alan's portrait will be placed in this position after me," Horn said.

Helsing lowered her head and tried to make herself unable to hear what Horn was saying. Even though he liked Ellen, he had to maintain his current position and avoid accidentally leaking any information from his mouth when he entered the heir ranks at the end of the day. As the housekeeper of this family, Helsing knew very well what she could say, and what she could say would be rotten in her stomach.

The door opened and heavy footsteps sounded. Horn turned around and his gaze was filled with a figure as tall as a hill. The man struggled to move like a heavy bear, his hands flushed red as he shouted, "Hey, Horn." My dear Patriarch and brother, I haven't seen you in five years, but you still haven't seen you at all. "You really make me jealous. Why didn't you get slashed by the Blade Demon back then? Otherwise, I wouldn't have to see me gaining weight every time I saw you with your overly bright eyes!"

"Damn it, Ederick, you should take care of your mouth. Look at your figure. I doubt that your veins are flowing with grease, not blood." Horn laughed and embraced the fatty symbolically. After all, the other party's body was so fat that Horn couldn't even close his hands.

Helsing walked over and bowed to the fatty, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Edrick. You look healthy."

Ederick patted Helsing happily and said to Horn, "Look at him, Mr. Helsing. That's greeting. It's not like you cursed me the moment you got up."

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

"Patriarch Horn is right. Ederick, if your sense of humor is as fat as yours, we'll all be happy."

After Fatty Ederick, a skinny old man walked in with his hands behind his back. His body was bent, and his waxy yellow skin was tightly pressed against the skeletal face. As he spoke, he saw the row of yellow teeth that were half rotten. All of this made him look like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave.

"Welcome, Uncle Baker." Horn nodded.

Ederick put away his smile and said coldly, "I'm so 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."

"Don't worry, Ederick. I'll definitely send you an obituary when I die." Without taking fatty's disrespect to heart, the old man sat straight on the first chair on his right.

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

Just as the fatty took his seat, another figure flashed in from outside the gate. He was about the same age as Hawes, but he wore a very exaggerated gown, and an exaggerated explosive head was eye-catching. The man turned a golden cane in his hand, and with all the gemstone rings on his fingers, it made him look like an explosive person on the surface of the earth. However, such an ungrateful fellow was indeed one of the elders of Bescot, Tyre.

'"Looks like I'm late this year. Why aren't you dead, Uncle Ederick and Uncle Baker?" Tell gently twitched his carefully groomed moustache. "I'm so sad."

Ederick and Beck both snorted. Horn shook his head and looked at Helsing. Both of them smiled helplessly. At this point, the three most important elders of the side branch clans had all arrived.