I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Lord?" This title made Ireel raise an eyebrow in confusion. He turned around to see if someone else was behind him, but in that direction, there was only him.

"Mister from the Public Notary, are you referring to me as the lord?" Ireel pointed at himself.

"Of course, esteemed Lord!"

The head of the notary office holds a position equivalent to a superior official in a lower civilization. For an ordinary lord, he wouldn't show such respect.

Before setting out, Galaxy's Lord O'Lawrence repeatedly emphasized that no matter who inherits the asset, they must be treated with utmost respect, as if worshiping one's own father was not excessive, because if they accidentally offend the other party, the other may show up with a Level Five warship fleet for a New Year's visit.

"What on earth is happening here?" The present lords didn't even recognize Ireel.

Ireel was only in his twenties, and the last time they met, Ireel might not have been born yet. And now, he suddenly managed to buy ten Level Two civilizations?

Especially Ireel's father; how did he not know his son was so rich? The value of ten civilizations is close to one billion Cosmic Coins, and the other party even bought them at double the price, nearing two billion altogether, which is worth more than selling him!

What bothered his siblings the most was that Ireel, being the youngest brother, was not seen as a threat or significant presence by his elder siblings.

If it weren't for the trouble Ireel caused this time, some of them might not have known they had such a brother!

But this inconspicuous brother has now become a lord of a Level Two civilization—well, more than one. Including the Izek civilization, several surrounding civilizations have become assets under his name!

Now, Ireel's status is even higher than his father!

"I have no idea." Ireel was stunned for a moment; this was beyond his realm of knowledge!

"Could there be a mistake?" Ireel shrugged, "Where would I get enough money to buy ten Level Two civilizations?"

"Lord, there is no mistake; Lord O'Lawrence personally explained that your friend bought these ten Level Two civilizations as a gift to you. If you're unaware, you might want to ask your friend."

"My friend?" Ireel's gaze naturally landed on Zhang Menglong. "Brother Zhang, you didn't buy these as a gift for me, did you?"

Even Raynor didn't have friends this wealthy, and among Ireel's former friends, possessing tens of thousands of Cosmic Coins was already impressive. It's unlikely anyone else but Zhang Menglong, whom he had recently met.

Just casually throwing out billions to buy ten civilizations—who else has such financial power?

"I've just arrived in this Cosmic Civilization and you've helped me a lot, so it's only right to give you a little gift," Zhang Menglong acknowledged without denial. After all, Ireel wasn't stupid enough not to guess it was him.

"A little gift? You call this a little gift? He gifted the guy ten Level Two civilizations!" Ireel's siblings practically drooled with envy. Even if one of them were to inherit Raynor's lord status eventually, such assets were beyond inheritance!

"Why don't I have a friend like this?"

"How on earth did he get so lucky?"

"Who exactly is this outsider?"

They might have assets in a few planetary civilizations, but they didn't have ownership—just the management and profit rights granted by Raynor.

Now, all these civilization assets are to be transferred to Ireel's name, and they would lose these rights immediately, leaving Ireel as the complete master of the Izek civilization.

If they continue living within this civilization, even though Ireel is their brother, they must respectfully address him as the lord!

"Such happiness comes rather too suddenly!" Ireel never considered himself lucky, but this time he felt as if his head was glowing—did he save the Milky Way in a past life to earn such a friend?

"Brother Zhang, this...you are too extravagant!" Ireel still hesitated to accept such a costly gift.

This is a little gift? Suddenly feeling that Zhang Menglong has not only surpassed him by billions but is also exceedingly wealthy.

"Not extravagant at all; what's extravagant about it?" Zhang Menglong chuckled, "I earned this amount back in a few seconds; compared to our friendship, this means nothing."

The notary's focus shifted to Zhang Menglong. The Galaxy's lord had specifically instructed them to keep an eye on this person who purchased ten civilizations.

But he hadn't expected that this person was so young, with a life sign not even thirty years old—unsure if he's from some top-level civilization or top family.

"Lord, shall we proceed with the notary process now?"

"Oh...alright..."

The notarization was straightforward: ten lords initiated a request for asset transfer, Ireel confirmed reception, then completed payment—the entire procedure concluded in less than half an hour.

With the notarization now effective, Ireel officially became the owner of the Ireel civilization, and other surrounding nine civilizations must pay him taxes annually—he can earn hundreds of billions of Galactic credits yearly from these assets.

"How does it feel to be a lord?" Zhang Menglong asked with a grin.

"Not bad!" Ireel certainly hadn't yet fully embraced the new identity. "I wouldn't know what to do with hundreds of billions of Galactic credits every year."

"Only a few hundred billion Galactic credits?" Zhang Menglong raised an eyebrow, "That translates to a few hundred Cosmic Coins—not much, huh?"

Zhang Menglong's gaze shifted to the notary. "Ireel, are you interested in becoming a Galactic lord? I'll try to buy up the Milky Way for you to play with!"

Ireel's legs went weak at once.

Good heavens, he didn't know what to do with one Izek civilization; give him a Milky Way a hundred times larger, and he foresaw restless nights.

What's even happening—buying civilizations casually, merely as a plaything?

"My Lords, I shall return to report to the lord." The notary said respectfully, "Lord has specifically instructed that if you ever have time, you're always welcome to visit, and he'll always make time to host you."

"Please convey to your lord, I'll surely visit!"

The ship from the Milky Way's home planet departed, leaving Ireel and Zhang Menglong as the center of attention.

"Sir, may I ask you..." Raynor approached Zhang Menglong, realizing he had no idea when his son got to know someone of this caliber.

What a profitable venture—not only did it bring substantial wealth, they expanded their civilization size over tenfold! Such a divine friendship!

"Oh, let me introduce myself, I'm Ireel's friend; it was me causing trouble in the black shop a few days ago!"

Raynor's back broke out in sweat, remembering how he had suggested Ireel restrain Zhang Menglong and hand him to the Sebosk Corporation!

Judging by the notary's attitude, if even the lord of the Milky Way treated him with caution, interfering with Zhang Menglong would be suicidal!

"Sir, you jest; you were simply bringing justice!" Raynor solemnly declared, "Their factory's real crystal yield was far below declared figures—they're definitely a black shop. I was already planning to handle them!"

Zhang Menglong widened his eyes, "Wow, with such vision, you deserve to be a lord!"