The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 1905

Behind the canyon was a large circular area with a building that resembled an ancient altar in the middle. The altar was carved with all kinds of obscure and incomprehensible ancient runes.

The altar had nine steps, and the center of the altar was a huge round slab. This stone slab looked like something out of this world, ancient and profound. It was a little tattered but the obscure and mysterious symbols on it were like a series of inscrutable murals, conveying something to the world.

There were carvings of characters from myths and stories known to modern people, as well as many patterns and symbols unknown to the modern world. There were even some figures and architectural groups that had never appeared in history.

At this moment, the altar suddenly swayed a few times, causing an avalanche on the surrounding snow-covered mountains. Then, cold laughter full of resentment sounded in this empty area.

“Hahaha! Good for you, Roger Clarke! So all your scheming was for him! Is he the starting point in your eyes?”

Like a ghost, this voice contained strong animosity and indignation!

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At the same time, on an island far away, Arcadia Island. It was where the first affluent Clarke family was located.

At this moment, inside the huge and luxurious white castle on the highest point of the island.

Somewhere in the dark underground basement of the castle, a figure full of vicissitudes stood in front of a mural at the moment. This place was surrounded by all kinds of antique furniture.

At this moment, the figure was leaning on a walking cane. As though he felt something in his heart, he suddenly turned around. In his turbulent eyes, a silver glint suddenly flashed across, and his line of sight seemed to penetrate this basement directly to a certain place.

Then, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth a she said faintly, “Since you’re already trapped there, why don’t you just stay there? Stop worrying about worldly affairs.”

On the other side, at the altar in Cochly Mountain, a sentence floated out in the gloom. “Roger Clarke, I am