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The butler Casper Foss is over sixty years old, and he is much younger than James, but perhaps the length of life really affects a person's mind and thoughts. Casper's actions are completely in line with what people think The expectations of a stable elder, while James is still the same as before, and has become more and more loose.

"Ahem, master, I have to remind you, Asazota. Master Asazo, he ran to the city center for the third time this month without any cover-up, and now the whole of Edmond is buzzing , talking about something like a demon appearing in the world."

Butler Casper, wearing a monocle passed down from his father Wayne Foss, cleared his throat, folded his hands in a serious manner, and said seriously, he looked at James, who was buried in writing, and coughed lightly in dissatisfaction With a sound.

   "You have to call me Young Master, Casper. After a while, you will officially appear in front of everyone as Bruce Howlett. Don't make a mistake."

  James was still writing on the booklet with the pen coated with Howlett's pure gold family crest, as if it was almost finished.

It is already 1910, and James Howlett is about to be eighty years old. He has not appeared in front of the public and outsiders for many years. Even if he can see him in the old family house, only the closest group of old friends That's all.

Externally, this super oligarch who is well-known in the entire Western world, the patriarch of the Howlett family, has long been due to poor health, old age, sickness, and will wait to die in the old house in Canada. The identity of his son, Bruce Howlett, re-walked in the outside world.

  Yi Ying's relevant proofs and measures have already been prepared. Not to mention anything else, just because he looks exactly the same as "James Howlett", outsiders cannot tolerate disbelief.

James paused his pen, and temporarily drew a full stop. Seeing that Butler Casper was still standing by, he said apologetically, "Azazzo, are you back? I'll discipline him. Don't worry about it. , What this child looks like is not what you saw when he was a child."

  Butler Casper pursed his lips noncommittally, and sighed helplessly: "I'll be cute and cute after a while. I still remember when he first came, a small one, trembling slightly in my arms."

  Mr. Butler seemed to be a little touched, like a grandfather who thought of his grandson, his eyes blinked a few times unnaturally.

James picked up the black and white photo of Asazo and Asazo when they were young in front of the desk. In the photo, Asazuo was wearing a knitted sweater with different shades and a pointed wool cap, sitting happily on James' lap, looking old A little bit bigger, with small fangs bared, holding a delicately carved model train in his hand, and his little tail is still wrapped around the Christmas tree beside him.

  James leaned casually on the back of the chair, put his legs on the table, and said leisurely: "Yeah, I was still cute when I was young."

   Manor underground.

   Poof! puff!

  A slender red and black figure flickered continuously in the underground space, and a few wisps of black smoke and dust slowly dispersed in place.

Asazo Howlett landed lightly on the stone brick surface, looking around with his head poking his head. He is tall and tall now, with a height of more than 180 centimeters. He is wearing a well-crafted black linen suit with buttons on his shirt. Some of them were untied, exposing a firm chest. The body is thin, but very coordinated. It is no longer like a big-headed doll when I was a child. The whole person looks very strong.

The face is a bit narrow, the nose is very straight, the hair is half long, and the hair on the forehead is brushed a few times from time to time. Slender, but tough and powerful, the tip of the tail seems to be a bony triangular cone, which looks extremely hard and sharp.

   "Daddy, Daddy? You're looking for me."

  Asazuo tentatively called a few times in the empty underground space, his voice was a bit sharp, and his tone was slightly frivolous.

   "Come here." James' deep voice came from the deep quiet room. Asazo heard the sound, and with a puff, he teleported to the stone room.

  He played with his tail uncomfortably, his eyes wandering.

   "It's fine to go out to play, if you haven't wrapped it well, you think you have a low return rate, don't you?"

  James spoke poorly. He sat cross-legged on the stone couch with his upper body bare, staring at Asazo scratching his ears and cheeks.

   "That thing is too troublesome! It's wrapped up like a mummy. I can't get it out, and Uncle Casper won't help me. If he knows that I want to go out, he must talk about it for several days."

   "Then you are too much, you ran out three times a month, relying on your own ability, no one can lock you up?" James' tone became a little harder.

  Asazuo's appearance is too eye-catching. In the past, when he went out, he would wrap his exposed body parts with specially tailored cloth towels. Others saw him as if he had been burned or disabled.

  He seemed to be losing his temper, turning his head and complaining about promises to take him out for a long trip, pleading unhappily.

   "To what extent have you practiced the things you taught, have you touched the edge of the third stage?"

   Asazo seemed to be pinched seven inches suddenly, and he was speechless, just muttering that the third stage was too difficult.

  James didn't push anymore, he took a breath, and said seriously: "Stay here with me these few days and see how I practiced in the last step. It will be good for you. Then we will."

  He considered his words, thought for a while without saying anything, closed his eyes, and his breath gradually rose.

  Asazuo dodged into the corner, his pupils reflecting James' figure.

He continued to grow, becoming exaggeratedly tall and strong, and gradually approached the height of the top of the stone chamber. The frequency of heart attack became faster and more intense, causing Asazo to cover his ears to relieve the discomfort of the eardrum .

  The temperature in the room continued to rise, as if scorching in the sun, and the line of sight began to distort faintly.

   Even the father who raised him, Asazo was still terrified of his form.

  Boom!

  With James as the center, a shockwave-shaped force was generated, and Asazo was firmly pressed against the wall, like a picture scroll hanging on the wall.

All the objects in the stone room were repelled, and suddenly, the repulsive force was withdrawn again, and the high temperature radiated from James seemed to be withdrawn into the body. His heart could no longer hear the beating sound, and his breath also changed. It was dead silent, and all signs of life shrank to a certain place deep in James' body.

  Asazzo could no longer feel a trace of anger from his adoptive father, and James' face and skin became pale, completely bloodless. It seems to have been dead for a long time.