December 22, early morning.

Before dawn, he had practiced a round of Hydera breathing. He comfortably burned a bath with boiling hot water. He was already wearing brand new home clothes and sat comfortably in the dining room on the first floor.

"It seems that the four basic elements of Qi veins have been opened, and my appetite has become smaller." Waving the knife and fork in sterling silver, cutting a piece of beef rib into small pieces, Qiao looked at Hesen sitting on the other end of the dining table with a serious look.

"This is very unreasonable... How can that empty basic element replace delicious food?" Joe sighed, and satisfiedly stuffed a piece of tender and juicy beef rib into his mouth and chewed it in big mouths.

While chewing, he said vaguely: "But fortunately, this Hydera breathing method is good. Even if I eat too much, I only have a few breaths and the food in my stomach will be digested quickly, which allows me to eat more delicious food, which is a great feeling."

Hesen, who was carrying the "Imperial Capital Express" that he had just delivered, carefully reading the headlines, raised his eyelids and glanced at Qiao.

"Theoretically, the amount of food brought by Hydera's breathing method is not limiting...Joe, just be happy. Anyway, even if you keep eating all day long, the profit in your own name can support you."

Hesen reached into his pocket, took out a thick stack of secret traveler checks, threw them on the dining table, and flicked his fingers, and the check had already slipped along the smooth dining table, and stopped steadily in front of Joe.

Qiao dropped his knife and fork, grabbed the check book, and carefully examined the numbers on it one by one.

"The income in my name?" Looking at the terrible and scary number on the thick stack of travelers' checks, Joe blinked and looked at Hesen in a daze.

"Before I set out from Tulum Port, Viglar bought a new batch of new potions... Duke Ross, two dukes and four marquises whom she was acquainted with, they joined forces to buy a more amazing batch of new potions."

Hesen shook his head, glanced at the check book in Qiao's hand, grabbed the milk cup in front of him, and sipped two mouthfuls of fresh milk with a "gudonggudong".

"You are my son, otherwise I wouldn't be able to help but eat bad things. You and I know the cost of these new potions...but the benefits it brings are so terrible..."

Hesen licked the milk foam at the corner of his mouth, threw the newspaper on the dining table, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the knife and fork, and launched a fierce attack on a roast beef leg that the cook had just sent from Tulum Port.

He swallowed a few large pieces of strongly fragrant beef shanks hard, Hesen raised his head and pointed at Joe: "You are back, just in time... I will help you pick a big mansion next to Hydra Palace. You will go over and take a look in the past two days. If you are satisfied, you will pay the money yourself..."

He wiped the oil stains on the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and Hessen shook his head: "Remember, this is the favor of Duke Ross... That house is the private property of a royal member who committed the crime. If it weren't for Duke Ross' introduction letter, I wouldn't be able to take this house from the Royal Assets Administration."

Qiao's eyes lit up: "How about that house?"

"Apophis Palace... According to legend, Apophis is a terrifying giant snake living in the underground abyss, and a big guy who is as famous as Jemengard... However, compared with Jemengard, Apophis collects souls, controls souls, and devours souls, and is a more evil dark snake."

Hesen shrugged his shoulders and looked at Joe deeply: "Apophis... If you are not satisfied with this name, you can change it after buying it."

"The palace, with the style of the Second Gaul Empire, is much more beautiful than the square pile of stones in the Dren Empire. It covers an area of ​​500 acres, and the main building is a three-story building with three floors underground and a palace with twelve towers. The main building has 666 rooms, all of which are all functional."

"If you add the rooms, guard rooms, servant rooms, etc., the Palace of Apophis, there are more than 2,300 rooms."

Hessen cut off a large piece of beef leg very calmly: "According to the information given by the Hydra Palace, at the New Year celebration at the Hydra Palace, I will be transferred from a Junker to Teutonic... and the title has also been promoted to the real Marquis, Upper Lockson County in the Wyndham Province, and the fattest piece of fat in the Wyndham Province will become the fief of the family."

"As we become stronger, we need to have a decent stronghold in the Emperor."

"So, the Apophis Palace will become the storefront of the family in the imperial capital, but its property rights will be clearly attributed to your name. Is this okay?" Hessen chewed the beef leg meat in big mouth.

Joe stuffed the thick checkbook into his pocket, and he looked at Hesen a little blankly: "Of course, but..."

Hessen proposed for the first time that a certain family's property was clearly attributed to his name... This made Joe a little unaccustomed and a little uneasy...

"The process that must be established for family growth... is also a process that must be established for growth." Hessen blinked at Joe: "Joe, you and Gorkin have both grown up, aren't they?"

Qiao picked up the milk cup and sipped a few mouthfuls of milk with a 'gudong, Gudong'.

"Whatever you want to say...Gorkin and I are brothers." Qiao hummed: "What is this Abo... what is it? How much is it worth?"

"Fifty million gold mark." Hessen's face slapped violently: "The most expensive property in the history of the Emperor... But, Joe, it is worth the price. I have seen it. The furniture, furnishings, and other details in it are worth the price."

"If it was not for its old master, it had been idle for a long time, and the imperial royal family would need to invest more than three million gold marks every year to maintain it... If it weren't for the introduction letter from Duke Ross... No matter how rich you have, you wouldn't be able to take down the Apophis Palace."

Joe blinked and lowered his voice.

He remembered the knight novels he had read when he was a child that recorded certain palace secrets.

He asked softly: "Where is this Apophis Palace? Will it be, a little... a little..."

"Is it a traitor?" Hesen looked at Joe and laughed 'haha': "Apophis, just east of Hydra Palace, less than a mile away, the most core area of ​​the entire imperial capital and the best geographical location, tsk... The core area of ​​the imperial capital, 500 acres of land and 50 million gold marks, is actually worth the price of this land."

"We have taken a big advantage this time...but you don't have to worry about anything else." Hessen looked at Joe with a smile: "Understanding? No, no, Apophis is not a real royal estate, he is just the private property of the old prince."

"If that old highness hadn't been frozen to death, he should be hunting or fishing in the ice sea in the far north, a small island with pleasant scenery? Of course, the premise is that he can find a hunting gun or a fishing rod on that island."

"Since the Royal Asset Management Bureau has clearly marked the price of Apophis, and no one in the imperial capital has taken over... We spent money, and this house is ours."

Hesen slashed the ox leg bone in front of him with a knife, grabbed half of the big bone, and began to suck the ox bone marrow inside.

The sound of light steps came, and Gorkin walked into the restaurant wearing a lieutenant colonel uniform. He rubbed his palms hard and shouted loudly: "Ah, you must not believe that I was awakened by the taste of seafood soup... Dear Father, you brought seafood from Tulum Port?"

Hesen put down his ox leg bones and smiled loudly: "Ah, Gorkin, your dog's nose is so good... Fresh, fresh, not real seafood, but... in the imperial capital, you can't expect too much, right?"

A large pot of seafood soup was brought up by the cook. Gorkin didn't care about anything else and sat next to Joe quickly and feasted happily: "Yes, it's good to have chili... Well, you're right. In the imperial capital, you can't expect anything...ah, this taste..."

Gorkin's mouth was drooling, and he was extremely intoxicated and poured three large bowls of soup.

Hesen and Joe looked at Gorkin with pity, and Hesen murmured: "Fortunately, I didn't let Leah come over. After all, she wants to stay in Tulum Port to guard the house... Gorkin, look at you like this... When I was in Tulum Port, I didn't see how much you loved to drink seafood soup."

The sound of messy footsteps came.

Wearing a white nightgown, Weima, who was erratic in her steps, walked into the restaurant like a sleepwalking.

There were a few dazed hairs on top of his head, and Tifa, who was also wearing a nightgown, took a comb and a hair rope, followed behind Weima and helped Weima take care of her hair.

With the headband in his mouth, Tifa snorted coldly through the cracks of his teeth: "Wema, you little greedy cat, you get up when you smell the fragrance...you haven't...ah?"

Tifa widened his eyes and stared at Gorkin, who was sitting at the dining table with a big bowl.

"Ahhh, who is this? This beautiful girl, is it my sister Tifa?" Gorkin waved the big spoon in his hand and greeted Tifa very exaggeratedly: "A formal imperial judge, Tifa, I heard that many of my old acquaintances in Tulum Port have been sent by you to mining on the island of the northern ice sea?"

Tifa, who had always been as cold as ice, had a smile on his pretty face.

She scraped Vima's hair with a comb, causing Vima to scream, and then nodded to Gorkin with a smile: "Not many, but basically, your old acquaintances have been sent to mine by me... Seeing that you have sound facial features and free limbs, I will go to St. Maya Cathedral and donate more incense money to you!"

"It's indeed my real sister." Gorkin giggled, then squeezed his eyes at Weima, who was stunned.

"This person should be my little sister Weima, right? Qiao's letter is right, it really looks like a bean sprout..."

Weima looked at Gorkin blankly and pulled Latif's sleeve a little timidly: "Tifah, who is this guy who is as thin as a stray dog? Why does it feel a little familiar?"

Gorkin's face suddenly stiffened.
Chapter completed!