The moment he saw the length and size of the wooden box, the Marquis Ruben's face changed. The pale skin on his face instantly turned red. The muscles on the corners of his mouth trembled violently. The veins of his hands swelled up. He clenched hard on the table. After working hard several times, he couldn't stand up successfully. Finally, he covered his chest and gasped. Large beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Shul was so scared that he threw away a healing technique so that this important person would not die in the temple too excitedly.

Fortunately, the Marquis of Ruben was in good health and finally survived.

Almost rudely snatched the wooden box from the nun. The old Marquis tried to open the wooden box tremblingly. In fact, it was just the most ordinary box, which was found in any carpenter shop, but the old Marquis still failed several times in a row before successfully lifting the lid.

Crouching beside his brother, Lisa secretly looked into the box, but was disappointed.

There was only a very ordinary one-handed sword in the box.

Although it can be seen from the style and appearance that the sword has a long history and is well maintained, it is a good antique, but that's all. With the vision of the Marquis of Ruben, even if he puts a row of antiques in front of him every day for him to knock and play with, he will not lose his composure. There must be other reasons.

Of course there are other reasons. The old marquis stroked the sword and a few tears flowed down the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

This is indeed a very ordinary one-handed sword, at least a thousand and one hundred years ago.

It was a chaotic era when wars continued. Nolan Ruben, the founder of the Ruben family, was still a young attendant at that time, following the third generation of Marquis Rose and charging with him.

This sword was given by Marquis Rose and accompanied Nolan throughout his life.

On the cruel battlefield, this sword was the one who blocked the marquis' throat in front of the marquis; this sword was the one who lay on Nolan's shoulder at the enthronement ceremony; this sword was the one who killed the rebel leader when the marquis broke out in rebellion, and the four generations of heirs who fought civil war and cut off the ambitions of the rebellion.

Nolan cherished this sword all his life. Even on the last night before his death, he was still gently stroking the sword, recalling the bond between the past and the bloodline of Rose.

After his death, the Sword of Nolan became one of the most precious treasures of the Ruben family. It was passed down from generation to generation along with the later Wing Lion Emblem Shield, almost becoming a symbol of the Ruben family.

However, a hundred and fifty years ago, the symbol of the family was lost.

The civil war was not only the Dark Moon Temple, but also the Ruben family.

Following Rose's footsteps, the entire Ruben family attacked and fought to protect the queen. However, no one expected that the defeated defeated army would find a way to get around the back and launch an attack on Rose's leader, including the back cover of the Ruben family.

A large amount of property was stolen, and many soldiers fled to remote countries with the treasures they had stolen and survived. They relied on the harvest of selling stolen goods on the black market, and they lived well in the second half of their lives. As for the stolen goods that were dealt with, a small part of them were bought or snatched back by the original owner, but more of them were missing from then on.

Nolan's Sword is also here.

Because of the loss of family symbols, that generation of Ruben Marquis committed suicide on the spot in front of his ancestors in the family cemetery. After that, each generation of Ruben Marquis regarded the recovery of Nolan's sword as the most important task and never stopped searching.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

The family obsession of more than a hundred years has been passed down from generation to generation, and has been passed down to Anderson Lu himself, and has been passed down to today.

"I knew, I knew it." The old marquis gently stroked the long sword, just like stroking his lover's sleeping cheek. "I knew it when I saw the size of the box. What you took out must be it. No wonder, only it can make you so confident. Not to mention debt issues, even if you asked me to trade my life, I'm afraid I would agree without hesitation."

"This is not like what an old noble should say." Shuer was considerate and did not disturb the old Marquis' sense of happiness at this moment, but just poked Lisa lightly behind her back.

Of course, the great Lord Lisa knows how to cooperate with her brother!

The girl's eyes rolled and ran to the old man with a slight slight slight slight swaying to the old man, looking up at the old marquis like an innocent child, owing to the toes to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. Her tender voice sounded so gentle and sacred: "The Lord said that whatever is lost will be regained, and whatever is desire will be reaped. It is the efforts of your generations that touched fate, and brother can return it to you. So don't cry, you should be happy at this time."

Swish, Talinna hit Shuer's face with a stern look and condemned Shuer silently. Unfortunately, the person who was condemned just shrugged lazyly, as if I had done nothing.

Of course, the Lord of Dark Moon had never said such words. This was what Shuer said. It seems that the habit of tampering with the holy words casually has been passed on smoothly, which is very good.

"Thank you." After being wiped by soft little hands on the face, the old Marquis even his voice became much gentler. He touched the girl's head and smiled, "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Yeah." Nodded happily, Lisa ran back to her brother, took Shur's hand, put her half of her face against his arm, and showed a simple sweet smile to the old man.

"A year ago, by chance, I got the news." Facing Shuer again, Marquis Ruben returned to the old fox, but the comfort from the girl made his eyes much gentler, and even his voice softened. "A little nobleman without heirs in the Federation of Thelos passed away. His relatives were sorting out his collection for auction, and the sword was included in it. They didn't know what kind of sword it was, and they only planned to auction it as an ordinary antique. I really didn't expect that for more than a hundred years, it had actually been wandering to a country that had tens of thousands of kilometers away."

"I sent a large number of people to buy it at any cost. I also issued a commission from the thief union. I would have to grab it back if I couldn't buy it. But the news that came back disappointed me. Before the auction, the sword was stolen, and I once again lost the opportunity to find it."

"Well, I stole it with my own hands." Shuer admitted without any guilt. He could easily complete the dangerous tasks of sneaking into the enemy's nest in his hometown, not to mention that he just stole something casually. "I have always entrusted my friends to inquire about the sword from the Thieves Union. He told me first, and then reported the commission completed by the Thieves Union."

"Don't look at me like this. Selling precious news for double copies. This is not the basic quality of thieves. Just get used to it. Actually, I know earlier than you, but I definitely can't afford it with you, so I just stole it in advance. Anyway, I put the starting money in their warehouse, and it's not a good thing to take advantage of them."

"I remember that these antiques with bad stock prices start with one gold coin." The old marquis stared at Shuer with his eyes squinted.

"Yes, so I put a gold coin and I felt sorry for it for several days." Shuer fully interpreted the definition of shamelessness.

"Do I thank you?" The old Marquis asked the most critical question. Indeed, it was Sul who sent the Sword of Nolan to the Marquis of Ruben, but if he hadn't interfered with it, maybe the old Marquis would have already received it a year ago.

"It depends on yourself whether you thank you or not." Xiuer's smile was meaningful.

"From personal feelings, I should really thank you." Many things cannot be seen in the if, but only the facts. The fact is that Shuer helped him find the Sword of Nolan, and there is no if.

"It's just a business, nothing has to do with personal affairs."

"I understand. It seems that you have been preparing for it since at least a year ago." The Marquis of Ruben said thoughtfully, "You knew that there would be such a day?"

"How is it possible? I don't know how to predict the art." Shur shook his head, "However, you, the executive, cannot avoid it if you want the Darkmoon Church to continue smoothly. Once a person as troubled as you is an opponent and doesn't hold a few trump cards in his hand, I'm not sure to solve you. Since that's the case, it's better to prepare trump cards early. Maybe when it can be used, you see, it's time to use it."

"How many pictures?"

"Hahahaha."

"Okay, I admit defeat in this game, you won beautifully." The two of them laughed tacitly, and the old marquis sighed, put down their pipes and took off their hats to salute, "No matter what the process is, thank you very much for sending it back to the Ruben family, you will get the Ruben family..."

"I said it's just a business, nothing has to do with personal affairs."

After a moment of silence, the old Marquis nodded: "So, thank the Darkmoon Church for returning this precious relic. The so-called debt is just a small joke. I hope I can do something to compensate for the generosity and kindness of your church."

"The Lord said that God loves the world, and all those who believe in me should be kind and regard others suffering as if they are hungry and thirsty. Anyone who believes in me should have a kind heart that does not seek rewards, and keeps silent love."

"Ha, I understand." The old Marquis pondered for a moment and sighed, "You are a very greedy person, haha, then, the Dark Moon Church will gain the long-lasting friendship of the Ruben family. For at least three generations, the family will not forget the kindness of the Dark Moon Church."

"Then congratulate the Marquis of Ruben on getting the family relics and comforting his ancestors." Shur drew a holy smile and his fingers circled his chest.

"Congratulations to the Dark Moon Temple for solving another debt crisis. I wish you will not encounter the next time, hahaha." Holding the wooden box, the Marquis of Ruben left with a smile. As Sul said, the old man can finally wash away the family's shame and let his ancestors rest in peace.

"What a troublesome day." Watching the old marquis leave, Shuer sighed, "But finally everything was solved, Lisa, I'll go back..."

Halfway through speaking, I was about to turn around and give my sister a hug for reunion, and a gust of wind came from behind.

The girl's soft body pounced on Shuer's back, her legs clamped against her waist, her hands clamped her hair, and she shook it hard on both sides.

"Brother bastard, you are finally back! Let you leave me and play by yourself, let you eat delicious food secretly, let you flirt with two bad women, I will pull me and I will pull me."
Chapter completed!