Kingdom’s Bloodline

The latest website: Hearing this greeting that puzzled others but made the subject feel creepy, Thales twitched the corners of his mouth uncontrollably.

Katrina Corleone...

Seven years ago, the horror of the birch forest came back to his mind overnight, Thales had no choice but to resist the desire to touch his neck with all his strength.

Li Corleone saluted again, respectful and decent, but exuding an inexplicable coldness: Forgive me, for well-known reasons, I can only visit Kongming Palace on suitable nights, so I am late to see you.

Jen looked at Thales, then at the blood count in front of him, thoughtful.

Okay, very good, very good, Thales coughed, Your Majesty Katerina and I—

Admiration for each other, friendship lasts forever, Li said decisively, and he took out a letter from his arms, Here is her letter.

admire each other.

Friendship lasts forever.

Thales bit his lip. With complicated emotions, he squeezed out a smile, and reached out to accept the letter under Zhan En's strange gaze.

Your Majesty also asked me to bring a word, Li said, as if that wasn't enough, I still remember the covenant in Inner Sea.

Thales' expression froze.

Inner sea, what inner sea? Zhan En couldn't help but ask.

Sunset, can he stop getting involved with these blood drinkers?

This, uh...

The prince looked at the blood fang emblem on the letter, and said with a smile:

I don't need to read it now, do I? Do I need to reply after reading it? Where should I send it? Is there a fixed letter crow? Or the directional stone of the crow house?

But Li turned to the other side directly and ignored him:

Jane Cavendeer.

The Duke of South Bank nodded gently in response:

Earl Li, or the Counselor.

Okay, I understand. Thales, who was ignored, whispered, shaking the letter in his hand,

Silently and consciously retract the seat.

Li stared at Zhan En, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was inexplicable pressure:

In the past three hundred years, many dukes in Emerald City have called this name, and I have seen two of them.

But Zhan En didn't realize it, and his smile remained the same:

And I have admired your name for a long time, Earl Li under the Sea of ​​Blood Throne. According to family records: You are the most self-restraining Corleone, with blood in front of you, but you can remain unmoved.

I probably know where these records come from. Facing the praise, Li remained unmoved, and he responded coldly, I just hope you don't invite me to a banquet like your great-grandfather, but found eight people during the banquet. Girls who come to menstruation serve wine and meals just to see a vampire thirsty for blood and out of control.

What?

Thales frowned and looked at the Duke.

Zhan En coughed and whispered to Thales:

My great-grandfather was nineteen years old at the time, and he was severely punished afterwards.

Thales narrowed his eyes.

In short, this shows that our two families have a long friendship and a rich history. Zhan En quickly skipped the embarrassment and went straight to the topic, But because of some trivial matters seven years ago, Kevin Dill and Corleone have not communicated for a long time. This cannot but be said to be a pity.”

trivia?

Thales murmured in a low voice, not surprisingly, in exchange for Zhan En's angry stare.

That's true, Your Excellency, Li nodded without any fluctuations in his words, His Majesty is particularly sorry—especially that she almost lost her throne and even her life.

Thales on the side nodded solemnly.

Jen was a little speechless, but he quickly picked up the wine glass with one hand, blocking Thales' grimace beside him, and sighed at the same time:

Yes, I am sorry for the accident that year, Earl, and I am willing to make up for it, but I also know that no kind of compensation can be repaid... But the long-term separation will do harm to both parties, especially when we are at the end of the sea. Both ends of the best trade wind circumnavigation belt...

But before Zhan En finished speaking, Li spoke again:

That's why Your Majesty thinks that before the two families reconnect and resume cooperation, we must first settle our previous debts and settle our grievances.

After finishing speaking, he looked straight at the Duke of South Bank.

The previous debts are settled, and the grievances and grievances are settled.

Jann frowned.

But in the next second, he laughed like a face-changing face:

That's natural! As you can see, even the person who was present at the time, His Highness Thales, has settled down with me and drank together at the same table—

What? Thales poked his head out in disbelief.

Zhan En turned the wine glass with a smile, and blocked Thales' protruding face out of sight again:

—Then our two families, Iris Flower and Blood Fang, what old grievances are there that cannot be resolved?

What?

Thales stared round his eyes:

Can you still do this?

Are you so thick-skinned?

This time, Li was silent for a long time, his eyes were quiet and dead, and against the backdrop of the noisy banquet around him, it was even more disturbing.

But in the next second, Thales felt his eyes blur!

What are you doing—the prince was startled, and subconsciously awakened the crime of hell in his body!

Seychelles!

Jen's voice sounded, stern and vigilant.

After the voice fell, Thales came back to his senses.

Only then did he realize that an extra glass of wine appeared in Li's hand at some point.

Beside Jen En, the butler Ashford frowned and looked at the wine plate in front of him: there was a glass missing on it.

Don't be nervous, Your Highness, Duke, Li said blankly, I'm just thirsty, take a glass of wine.

Jen looked at the blood clan vigilantly, and took a deep breath.

After a few seconds, he waved back.

Behind the Duke, the Seychelles knight who appeared at some unknown time snorted angrily, put his sword back into its sheath, and sat back on his seat.

The guests around were feasting as before, and the music was warm as usual, and no one seemed to notice the thrill of this moment.

In the distance, Mallos lowered his fist, and several familiar faces of Star Lake guards re-infiltrated the crowd.

Li raised his wine glass and drank it slowly, then slowly put it down again, as if deliberately avoiding the situation just now.

And Jen just stared at him quietly, waiting for a response.

Then, I'd like to believe in Kevin Dill's sincerity, and we'll wait and see, finally, the vampire with the face of a Far Easterner said slowly, I hope your compensation is enough.

After the words fell, Zhan En let out a sigh of relief in satisfaction (Thales sighed regretfully):

No problem, we can talk about anything: Lithium, Eternal Oil, or something else, you know, the End Sea is huge.

Very good, Li saluted the Duke of Nan'an, With a master like you, Kevin Dill will surely rule the bloodline forever.

Zhan En put on his smile again, as if he had forgotten the scene just now:

And may the blood of the Corleone family last forever.

It's really touching to turn an enemy into a friend. Thales said sourly on the side, and then met Zhan En's unhappy eyes.

But at this moment, when everyone thought that the tension was gone and the threat was gone, Li's head twisted like a puppet and looked to the left!

Li Corleone, the powerful general under Yejun's seat, what a surprise!

Thales and Zhan En were both startled: At some point, a young nobleman in his twenties and luxuriously dressed appeared beside Li, his face full of surprise.

This young man has a handsome face and a hearty smile. His eyebrows, eyes and corners have been carefully modified, and his eyes are piercing.

He held a glass of wine, but Thales noticed that the wine in the glass was calm.

Oops. Jen frowned and whispered.

What's wrong? Thales asked him in a low voice, but he could only get a shake of his head in response.

The young man was full of smiles. He casually sat down beside Thales and raised his glass:

How is King Nightwing recently? Have you found him? It's been two hundred years. Did he sleep in seclusion or go out for a walk? Don't be caught by the Temple of the Sun. Of course, what if he is tricked by vampire hunters? -

You don't deserve to talk to me, junior.

Li Chensheng spoke, his speech was not fast, but he interrupted the young man just right, and there was a faint warning in his words:

It's about the same for your mother, or old Marvolo.

The handsome young man's smile faltered.

Tsk tsk, age discrimination is harmful.

He looked at Jann and Thales, shrugged helplessly, and then looked back at Earl Li.

But don't worry, I'll take this to the mother's and the old Speaker's tombs - or to the tombs.

Li didn't answer, but just stared at the uninvited guest coldly.

Thales has nothing to do with himself, but he pays attention to the situation with interest.

Jann obviously knew the young man, he cautiously reminded:

Yannick.

But the young man named Yannick didn't seem to hear it. He leaned forward and stared at the vampire in front of him without any scruples:

Be careful, Lord Zhan En, these are the seven branches of the Kingdom of the Night, who are known to be crazy and violent. Once they get angry, Emerald City will bleed.

Li's eyes sharpened!

Two!

Zhan En raised his voice, smiling undiminished: Today is the Banquet, one of the most celebratory days in Emerald City.

Yannick and Li looked at each other.

Ha, it's just a joke, after all, in this city, Yannick chuckled, who has the ability to make irises bleed?

Li Leng snorted.

Jen breathed a sigh of relief.

But the young man suddenly turned his head and reached out to Thales:

My name is Yannick, Your Highness Thales, from the Feast Leader.

Thales had no choice but to return the salute and shook hands with the other party.

I'm Thales Canxing—oh, your hands are really cold, wait, feast leader?

Thales remembered something, and subconsciously let go of the other's cold and biting hand.

Yes, that's right, that's why I can only come here at night. Yannick smiled slightly and withdrew his hand, not disobedient.

He looked at Li, implying something:

And just as unwelcome.

feast collar.

Thales' smile disappeared, and he thought of the geography of the Westland, Feast Land and Yemang Mountain, these are all locations on the Golden Corridor, adjacent to the city-state of Levor, but...

The Feast Territory is the mysterious territory of the Blood Race left in the Westland after the End War, and it is managed and ruled by the Dark Night Council composed of the upper six branches.

He is blood.

Thales frowned and looked at Yannick, but the vampire didn't care. He smiled and spread his hands, letting Thales look at him.

No wonder he wears makeup.

Otherwise, his complexion would probably be like Li's, and people would know something wrong at a glance...

Or like that dead face of Nicolai.

Jen coughed and motioned to Yannick:

Thales, this is a councilor from the Feast Leader, the Council of Dark Night...

Ah, Lord Duke, we have changed our name from the Night Council. Yannick's eyes lit up, and he interrupted Jann, Now, we are called the Immortal Council.

Jen frowned:

Immortal Parliament?

Li also moved his eyes.

Yannick smiled and nodded:

Exactly, as you know, warm-blooded people always have fear and bad associations with the night, and always feel that darkness is evil and terrifying, coupled with the long-term misunderstanding of cold-blooded species, so we passed a resolution to no longer It's called the Night Council...

Li sneered, seemingly disdainful.

Zhan En was kind and quick, and immediately changed his words:

Very good, Immortal Council. Thales, allow me to re-introduce, this is Yannick Houllier, the seventh member of the Immortal Council, who represents the Houllier family among the six branches leading the feast.

The Council of Darkness, the Council of Immortality.

Seventh MP.

Hollier family.

Countless nouns flashed through Thales' mind quickly, but he noticed another point:

Senator Yannick, you just said - warm-blooded, cold-blooded?

Yannick nodded happily:

Ah, I'm glad you noticed this, Your Highness. We used to like to call ourselves 'long-lived species' and call humans 'short-lived species', which I used when I was young... but there is no doubt that this is a historical formation The opposite title, lack of respect, and the narrow and old thinking reflected, it is time to eliminate it.

Yannick looked at the Duke and Prince friendlyly:

So, you are warm-blooded, and we are cold-blooded. Your Highness, I believe this is a more objective, more respectful, and more friendly title, which will help eliminate the misunderstanding, estrangement and hatred between humans and blood races over the years.

Warm-blooded, cold-blooded.

Thales understood.

Abandoning the long-lived species that has been around for thousands of years and being proud and disregarding it, instead of being humble, self-imposed, and self-deprecating. Li sneered from the side, It's just asking for humiliation.

Jen frowned.

But Yannick smiled unabated:

Oh, is that so? But in my opinion, Earl Li, perhaps calling himself the 'Longevity' is bringing shame on himself: no matter how immortal the vampires are, their lifespan is half as long as that of immortal elves?

Thales wondered:

Which half?

Yannick turned around and smiled easily:

daytime.

Thales was stunned.

Childish, naive, ridiculous.

Li Corleone continued to sneer, he said disdainfully:

A silly trifle for the younger generation.

Jen coughed heavily, but obviously it didn't help much.

I'm sorry, but it's not childish, it's not funny, and it's not boring, Corleone, Yannick said, shaking his glass and shifting into a more comfortable sitting position, it's out of practical political considerations.

Political considerations? Thales asked.

We are different from our relatives in the Eastern Continent, Your Highness Thales. The Feast Leader is a place where vampires and humans, cold-blooded species and warm-blooded species live together and even rule together. We need to deal with the outside world—not just with swords .”

Yannick smiled and said:

So, respect is necessary and mutual: if the vampires don't want to be called disgusting 'vampires' anymore, don't want to be regarded as enemies by humans, don't want to be isolated by the world, don't want to be in the cycle of hatred, endlessly suffering from hatred and If we are not afraid, we must change the impression that outsiders have of us, and change our attitude towards the world.”

It's like your kingdom: after the War of the End, King Fuxing no longer shows himself as the prince of the empire, so that he can cast aside his reputation as a tyrant and tyranny, and let the Kingdom of Stars stand in the End Era.

Thales rolled his eyes.

Jen En chuckled, seemingly helpless:

But the world never lets go of this point. After seven hundred years, they still ridicule us as 'imperial people'.

Li from the Kingdom of the Night snorted disdainfully.

Respect is not obtained by humility, this Corleone said coldly, with a menacing air, it is obtained by strength, death, fear, and the blood of the enemy-the things we depend on for survival, the fourth generation Junior.

Yeah, hide in the bunker, hide in the mist, take in the heinous robbers, make the surrounding environment scary and gloomy, and call yourself the 'Kingdom of the Night', Yannick sarcastically said. Perpetually hostile, battling waves of crusaders, living by robbing, murdering, intimidating, bewitching, blackmailing, and coercing.

The Sanguine Senator of the Feast Leader raised his head and prepared to drink:

This is really respected, the old guy of the second generation.

But in the next second, Li suddenly reached out and grabbed Yannick's wine glass firmly!

Yannick frowned tightly, and Li looked at each other.

You two, please, Zhan En sighed helplessly, I cherish my banquet very much, and I also cherish the reputation of both of you.

Li was silent for a while, then slowly let go of the other party's wine glass.

ridiculous.

If it weren't for His Majesty Lanli's cross-sea battles in the past, his frightening achievements, and his proof of the role of blood races in large-scale wars, Li Han said, could the relatives of the feast leader live so comfortably in the West? Can you survive until now in the complex golden corridor?

Look at the fate of Yemang Mountain—after the wolf enemies, are there still colonies of werewolves in Westland?

Yannick pursed his lips.

Yes, I believe. The congressman was a little lacking in confidence, and he smiled helplessly at Thales, It's just that it's relatively rare?

If there hadn't been King Fuxing's establishment of Eternal Star City in Shawen's old place, and Black Eye's bloody conquests over the past few decades, and King Blade's rolling iron hooves going west and south, Li continued aggressively, How did the Star Kingdom obtain its territory and status today? ? By changing the name of the Exeters to 'Brothers of the North'? Or by calling themselves 'harmless babes of the Empire'?

Thales blinked.

Yannick frowned: But the stars are not—

Remember, the fourth generation of juniors, verbal and formal hypocrisy, can't change the essence of cruelty: we are still blood races, and we are still competing with the surrounding races, and the enemies will not follow us just because of a change of title. Love each other and live in harmony.”

Li Leng said coldly:

Only war can win respect.

Yannick was momentarily at a loss for words.

Maybe.

But Thales' voice sounded at this moment:

Maybe some of the people who won the war won the respect.

But that doesn't mean: War earns respect.

Zhan En, Yannick and Li Qiqi looked at him.

Yes, Black Eye won the war, at least the majority, but he didn't win respect: after his death, the stars were in flames and torn apart, Thales sighed, It was his son who won respect—— The 'King of Peace', Kessel I, worked hard to recuperate and recuperate, and the national policy of 'rather waste money than go to war'.

Jen thought thoughtfully.

Blade King Tormund II also won the war, but he still didn't win respect: after his death, the Blades swarmed with thieves, and the Westlands were like hell, the prince recalled his history lesson, thinking of Gilbert , I couldn’t help feeling sad, “The ones who won respect were the later ‘Ningwang’ Sumei and the ‘Eight Fingers’ Horace, and even later the Iron Thorn Queen Mother and the ‘Jackal’ Sumei. It was their continuous support and governance for generations. and appease.

Li remained motionless, but Yannick looked at Thales differently.

Thales let out a long breath, sat upright, and looked at the two blood races:

Wars can be won only by the conditions of respect, and only one of the conditions.

But that's never respect.

Thales was categorical, and became more and more sure of his thoughts:

Never.

If we stop here, respect is out of the question.

There was a silence during the meeting.

Forgive my poor eyesight, Your Highness, Li said suddenly, staring at Thales closely, You should be more like King Fuxing.

Then His Royal Highness is going to make a contribution, right? Yannick said with a smile.

Li turned to his fellow clan in the west land, and snorted coldly:

Go on, junior, abandon the pride of the immortal species, indulge in peace and happiness, voluntarily degenerate, grovel, humble - you will pay the price, sooner or later.

People who are used to being superior, of course think that nodding is considered groveling, Yannick's smile disappeared, People who have low self-esteem in their bones always feel that raising their heads is groveling.

He leaned forward:

The Corleones, which one are you?

Everyone!

Finally, Zhan En couldn't bear it anymore. He forcibly interrupted the conversation between the two and raised his glass:

How about let's have a drink? For today's reunion—this combination may be rare in a hundred years.

The Duke of South Bank looked at Thales, then at the two blood races in the east and west, his eyes were stern, and his expression was full of give me a face.

No need, Li Leng snorted, he glanced at Thales, turned around and left, Anyway, I'm not welcome here.

Yannick, however, sat in his seat neatly, and raised his glass to Li's background:

Uh, it shouldn't be my fault, right?

Jann, who finally repaired the relationship with Corleone, sighed and stood up.

Let me take you out, Earl Li, the Duke said helplessly, We can talk about resuming contacts...

Jen left with Le Corleone, and he didn't forget to give Thales a warning look of Don't mess up my party.

What's wrong?

Thales innocently gave him a slap in the face.

Didn't you want me to maintain a hostile relationship with you?

Now, I kind of know why Iris invited me, Yannick's smile slowly disappeared when seeing the master and the enemy leave, for balance.

Thales smiled politely.

But Yannick sighed and continued:

It is said that in the age of the empire, King Nightwing—he didn't have this title at that time, and the people called him 'Langli the Unyielding'—was a symbol of the new generation and changers.

Taylor's eyes moved.

Unyielding Langley?

He was tired of the increasingly corrupt rule of the ancestors of the blood clan and the first-generation elders. He led the young people—my mother was among them—to take the lead in rebelling against the powerful elders. The fight lasted for three hundred years before he gained freedom and new life. It has changed the situation of the thirteen surnames of the blood clan today.

Lanli rebelled against the elders of the first generation and established the thirteen surnames of the blood clan.

Thales nodded.

But now, Yannick said full of emotion, King Nightwing and his people are already the oldest, but also the most conservative, the world's enemies, and the blood clan who don't know how to adapt.

He looked at Thales, shook his head and smiled:

It's ironic, isn't it?

But Thales smiled slightly and shook his head.

Often things, the prince thought of King Nun, felt the same, There are more human beings.

Yannick stared at the prince, and held out his hand again.

Yannick Fraser Houllier—or just call me Jan. Nice to meet you, Your Highness, said the young vampire with piercing eyes, before my mother came out of her deep sleep, I was the head of the feast Acting master, you are welcome as a guest.

Nice to meet you, Jan.

Thales adjusted his mood and held Yannick's hand. This time, the opponent's hand was equally cold, but Thales didn't reject it, let alone let go in advance:

Tales Serangelana Kessel Canxing, you can also call me Thales, temporarily staying in Xinghu Castle, uh, there are a lot of small animals, dirty and messy, I will not invite you gone.

Understandable.

Okay, let me tell the truth, Thales held back for a while, sighing deeply:

The main reason is that the entertainment budget is not enough.

Yang was startled when he heard the words, and then laughed out loud.

I have to say, Thales, you are one of the special human beings I have ever seen, um, warm-blooded.

Both each other, Yang, you are also the special suck-cold blood species I have seen.

You mean vampires?

Feel sorry.

Hahahahaha!

Are all the blood races in the feast leader like you?

Yang hesitated when he heard the words.

Of course I hope so, Thales, the blood clan shook his head, but I have to say, that's overestimating us.

He tutted:

Just like human beings, there will always be people who are full of benevolence and morality, but full of thieves and prostitutes. Some blood races may seem gentle and polite on the surface, but they are brutal and bloodthirsty behind the scenes.

Seemingly gentle and polite, but actually brutal and bloodthirsty...

Thales remembered something and frowned:

I... really know someone like this.

Yannick nodded: So I have always believed that no matter humans or vampires, when we face ourselves, the difficult test we face is the same: to overcome our own desires.

It makes sense.

The two were silent for a while.

I guess Li should have left by now, Yannick said in a deep voice, my mother said that Li Corleone is one of the most restrained and rational people in the tribe, but ironically Yes, but he is loyal to the cruel and tyrannical Nightwing Lord.

Thinking of the twin sisters of Corleone's family, Thales nodded with lingering fear.

Of course, he may be right. The change of title does have limited meaning, Yannick sighed. Words are pale. Only strength brings us balance and gives us a place.

But words have power.

Thales' words made Yannick look up.

Changing the title may not help: it cannot change the power system behind it, it cannot change the essence of the relationship between human beings and blood races, and it cannot change the millennium of hatred and hatred.

Thales remembered something, he affirmed:

But at least, it can remind every user in the experience of being mentioned and used again and again: We are aware of the dilemma that history has given us, and we are working hard to solve it.

Yannick's eyes moved slightly: You really think so?

Thales smiled at him:

No matter how bad it is, it is also an attitude, a gesture, and an action.

The power of words is to rely on the utterance that many people take for granted, and to rely on repetition, emphasis, and explanation time and time again to leave a voice in history and make scratches to tell future generations: At this moment, we are moving from Where did you come from, where do you want to go—like the story of 'Langli the Unyielding' you heard as a younger generation.

Yannick's expression slowly changed.

Instead of holding the attitude of 'this can't change the root', 'it's useless anyway', 'form is more important than substance', 'hypocritical political correctness', and just go on like this, pretending to be deaf and dumb, muddling along, and even pretentiously pretending to oppose it , It seems that as long as the efforts of those who want to do things are belittled, you can cover up your cold-blooded, ruthless and insensitive, and show how brilliant you are.

Thales exhaled:

Or go to extremes and regard violence and terror as belief, and fear and disgust as respect, thinking that this can win dignity.

He was a little dazed:

With all due respect, that's arrogance.

This time, Yannick watched him, and there was a long silence.

Thank you, Your Highness.

He sighed and put down his glass.

That old guy just said that you look like the King of Fuxing?

Maybe, I don't know, it doesn't look like the painting anyway, Thales pouted, What do you think?

I don't know, I've only seen King Fuxing in paintings. Yannick shook his head.

He stared at Thales:

But I have seen Xianjun.

Thales was taken aback.

It took several seconds for him to react:

Oh, thanks.

Yannick smiled again.

To be honest, before I came here, I had an acquaintance who hated you very much. I hated you so much.

Thales frowned:

Acquaintance? Hate me?

Yannick nodded:

But seeing you today, I'm sure she was biased—it should be due to personal grievances or personality, which made her make an irrational evaluation of you.

Thales became more and more puzzled:

she?

Yannick smiled slightly and sat upright.

Grand Duchess Serena Corleone, the true owner of the Throne of the Blood Sea—the self-proclaimed, the blood race in front of him saluted and bowed, and did not forget to stretch out his hand to make a quotation mark, Please ask me to say hello to you,' may my dear Ty Erles is in good health, rich in nutrition, full of nourishment as before'.

Ser, Serene...

Nutritious and nourishing as before...

Thales blinked mechanically.

Serena Corleone! ?

The prince was startled and stood up uncontrollably!

What did you say?

Yannick rolled his eyes:

She said, if you don't believe me, there is another code here, um, I remember it seems to be...

'Death will not bleed'?

Yannick scratched his head, wondering:

Or 'die if you don't bleed'? Sorry, I'm not familiar with Donglu's allusions...

But the Duke of Xinghu has no time to pay attention to him.

At that moment, Thales only felt that his neck hurt even more.

What are you doing?

After a while, Thales said with a twitching face:

Ugly, ugly face - Celine is at the feast, where is your place?

Yannick was noncommittal, and he happily pulled out a letter:

Her letter, I wish you a happy exhibition.

Thales took the letter numbly, and found a bright red lip print on the envelope, and his heart skipped a beat.

The prince pursed his lips in pain, and randomly stuffed it into the inner pocket where there was already a letter, but found that even the style of the letter paper was the same.

Sure enough, they are sisters.

Nima's younger sister.

When Yannick saw Thales' expression, he instantly understood it.

He smiled smartly.

I don't know what grievances you have with Grand Duchess Serena, Thales, but I'm sure it's not your fault—I don't like her either.

However, I hope we can be friends, Thales.

The vampire stood up.

I guess, no one in this banquet wants to drink with me, and the only clansman...

Yannick Houllier of the Feast Leader shook his head:

Then we'll see you next time—in the evening, of course.

Thales, who was speechless and choked, sighed, listless, and felt a weight in his chest: Okay, goodbye.

The blood race looked around.

Please be careful, I can feel that the Emerald City is undercurrent and there are many dirty things here.

dirty stuff.

This sentence made Thales' complexion change, and he was about to ask, but saw Yannick blinked his right eye, his steps were not fast, but his figure flashed past the crowd strangely in a few seconds, and disappeared outside the door—— people noticed.

For this reason, I would like to give you the language of the Houlier clan, one of the last six branches of the Feast Leader, Your Highness Thales.

The blood race went away, leaving only a special chuckle in the boy's ears:

Currently repeated, immortal and always new.