My Substitute CEO Bride romance Capítulo 1142

Nash squinted his eyes and asked, "You mean that Mr. Herera and Mr. Anders were bewitched?"

Johnathan had once spoken of the ancient Warlock Clan to Nash.

In ancient times, some people practiced the Path and some practiced witchcraft.

Anyone could be a Path practitioner by will while witchcraft practitioners needed the blood of the Warlock Clan.

In fact, most of them had Warlock Clan blood in their bodies.

However, nine out of ten times, the blood had been diluted and contaminated.

Only the ones with the purest warlock blood could practice witchcraft and become a true warlock.

The ancient witchcraft culture had a long history and could be traced back to the beginning of time.

To this day, warlocks still existed in some remote mountainous areas. Most of them were engaged in folk arts such as performing magic tricks and tarot reading.

These were just the lowest level of witchcraft successors of the clan. Most of them became swindlers after just learning a few superficial techniques.

A true warlock could refine their body by practicing witchcraft. A warlock who had mastered their skills could even control the weather while moving mountains and seas.

"Both Mr. Herera and Mr. Anders have come into contact with warlock tombs. Ordinary warlock tombs would never hurt them, so I suspect that this tomb is probably a great warlock’s tomb!"

Bradley's voice was a little excited on the other end of the phone.

Nash's heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. Johnathan had fought with a great warlock 300 years ago, and it seemed that they had a draw.

Nash was not sure how strong his master was 300 years ago, but he was at least in the Profound Oriental Realm.

A tomb of a figure who was comparable to a Profound Oriental Realm expert, surely there would be something good?

Nash took a deep breath. "I'll go over this afternoon to have a look. Do you want to come over and join me?"

Bradley sounded very excited just now. If he could come over, Nash would take him to the grave with him.

"I won't go. The tomb here in Motadine is not bad either. It should be the tomb of a pre-Renaissance Energy Refiner!"

Bradley's tone became more and more excited.

He has robbed immortal tombs and entered the tomb of the King of Medicine.

However, he still could not hide the excitement and shock that the pre-Renaissance Energy Refiner brought to him.

Lazarus highlighted Atlas and Nash.

Stefano and Winston did not mind it either.

After all, they knew that their status was far behind Atlas and Nash.

"G-Golden Amulet Master?"

The middle-aged man was shocked. He then strode up to Nash and lowered his head in greeting. "I'm Seymour Wood. Hello, Master Nash!"

The middle-aged woman looked at Nash suspiciously.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and greet Master Nash! Do you want my father to live or not?"

Seymour glared at the woman fiercely and then said to Nash with a look of flattery on his face, "My wife has never traveled far. Please don't be offended, Master Nash!"

Seymour inherited his father's mantle and often went out for business, so he had heard of the Golden Amulet Master.

His old father was getting increasingly ill. He had tried everything he could but to no avail.

Just now, he had just discussed with his wife whether he should go out and seek a more powerful expert. Unexpectedly, his son brought back a Golden Amulet Master.