Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 152: Immortal and always new

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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 inexplicable coldness: "Forgive me, for well-known reasons, I can only visit Kongming Palace on suitable nights, so I am late to see you."

Jane 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."

Admiration for each other.

Friendship lasts forever.

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

"Your Majesty also asked me to bring a word," Li seemed to think that was not 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-drinking people?

"This, uh..."

Looking at the blood fang emblem on the letter, the prince smiled and said:

"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 Kevin Dill."

The Duke of South Bank nodded gently in response:

"Earl Li, or, Counselor."

"Okay, I understand." Thales, who was ignored, murmured in a low voice. He shook the letter in his hand and retracted his seat silently and consciously.

Li stared at Zhan En, his eyes were extremely cold, with inexplicable pressure oozing out:

"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 Throne of Blood Sea. 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 find I ordered eight menstrual girls to serve wine and meals, just to see a vampire thirsty for blood and out of control."

What?

Thales frowned and looked at the Duke.

Jen En coughed and whispered to Thales:

"My great-grandfather was only 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 history 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 been together for a long time. It is a pity that we have not communicated."

"Trivia?"

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

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

Thales nodded solemnly.

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

"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 us. At the two ends of the best trade wind circumnavigation zone at sea..."

But before Zhan En finished speaking, Li spoke again:

"That's why Your Majesty thinks that before the two companies get back to each other 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.

Jen 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 scene, His Highness Thales, has settled down with me and drank together at the same table——"

"What?" Thales poked his head out in disbelief.

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

"—Then our two families, Iris and Blood Fang, what old grievances do we have that cannot be solved?"

What?

Thales' eyes widened:

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 background 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 **** in his body!

"Seychelles!"

Jen En's voice sounded, stern and vigilant.

The voice fell, and Thales came back to his senses.

It was only then that he realized that there was an extra glass of wine in Li's hand.

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

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

Jane 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 did not know when he appeared 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 as lively 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 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 a Far Eastern face said slowly, "I hope your compensation is enough."

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

"No problem, we can talk about anything: asphalt, eternal oil, or other things. You should know that the sea of ​​​​the end is very big."

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

Jen En smiled again, as if he had forgotten the scene just now:

"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 gaze.

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 Lord Ye, 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." Zhan En 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? 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 caught by a vampire hunter? We're screwed—"

"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 as changing your mother, or old Marvolo."

The handsome young man's smile froze.

"Tsk tsk, age discrimination is harmful."

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

"But don't worry, I will take these words to the mother's and the old speaker's tomb—or to the tomb."

Li did not 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.

Jen En 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, Mr. 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, the Emerald City will bleed."

Li's eyes are sharp!

"Two!"

Zhan En raised his voice, smiling unabated: "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.

Jane 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 so 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 unpopular."

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 a vampire.

Thales frowned 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 will probably be like Li's, and people will know something wrong at a glance...

Or like that dead face of Nicolai.

Jen coughed and gestured 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, you know, warm-blooded people always have fear and bad associations with the night, and they always feel that darkness is evil and terrifying, coupled with the long-standing misunderstanding of cold-blooded species, so we passed the resolution , no longer called the Night Council..."

Li sneered, seemingly disdainful.

Zhan En is as good as others, 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."

Night Council, Immortal Council.

Seventh MP.

The Houllier 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 It is an opposing name formed by history, lacks respect, and reflects narrow and old thinking, and it is time to eliminate it.”

Yannik looked at the Duke and Prince friendly:

"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, I am willing to be despicable, bound my hands and feet, and despised myself." Li sneered from the side, "It is simply asking for humiliation."

Jen frowned.

But Yannick's smile did not diminish:

"Oh, is that so? But in my opinion, Earl Li, perhaps calling himself the 'Longevity' is self-defeating: no matter how immortal the vampires are, their lifespan is not less than that of immortal elves Halfway?"

Thales wondered:

"Which half?"

Yannik turned around and smiled easily:

"Daytime."

Thales was stunned.

"Childish, naive, ridiculous."

Li Corleone continued to sneer, he said with disdain:

"A silly trifle for the younger generation."

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

"I'm sorry, but it's not childish, it's not funny, it's not boring, Corleone," Yannick shook his glass, and changed to a comfortable sitting position, "This is out of realistic political considerations."

"Political considerations?" Thales asked.

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

Yannick smiled and said:

"So, respect is necessary and mutual: If the vampires don't want to be called disgusting 'vampires', 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, endless To be hated and feared, we need to change the impression that outsiders have of us, and change our attitude towards the world.”

"Just 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 the notoriety of tyranny and tyranny, and let the Kingdom of Stars stand in the End Era."

Thales rolled his eyes.

Jen En chuckled, seemingly helpless:

"But people in the world never let 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, "but by strength, death, fear, and the blood of the enemy-the things we depend on for survival, No. Four generations of juniors."

"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, "with The surrounding countries are permanently hostile, fighting with wave after wave of crusaders, living by robbery, murder, intimidation, bewitching, blackmail, and coercion.”

The sanguinary member of the feast leader raised his head and prepared to drink:

"This is really respected, the second-generation old guy."

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

Yannik frowned, and Li exchanged a glance.

"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 clans in large-scale wars," Li Han said, "the relatives of the Feast Leader can live as long as they want in the western land. So comfortable? Can you live in the complicated golden corridor?"

"Look at the fate of Yemang Mountain—after the wolf enemies, are there still groups of werewolves in the West Land?"

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 King Fuxing hadn't established Eternal Star City in Shawen's hometown, Black Eye's **** conquest over the past few decades, and King Blade's rolling iron hooves going west and south," Li continued aggressively, "How did Star Kingdom get its territory today? And status? By changing the name of the Exeters to 'good brothers of the north'? Or by calling themselves 'harmless little baby of the empire'?"

Thales blinked.

Yannik frowned: "But the stars are not—"

"Remember, the fourth generation of juniors, the hypocrisy of words and forms, can't change the cruelty of nature: we are still blood races, and we are still competing with the surrounding races, and the enemies will not change because of a title. Just love each other and live in harmony with us."

Li Leng said coldly:

"Only war can win respect."

Yannick was at a loss for words.

"Maybe."

But Thales' voice sounded at this moment:

"Maybe some of those who won the war won respect."

"But that doesn't mean: war wins respect."

Jen, Yannick and Li Qiqi looked at him.

"Yes, Kuromu 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 who won respect. His son, the 'King of Peace', Kessel I, is his national policy of 'rather wasting money than using war'."

Jane was thoughtful.

"Blade King Tormund II also won the war, but he still didn't win respect: after his death, the Blades led thieves, and the Westlands were like hell," the prince thought of his history lesson, thinking of Ki Albert, couldn't help being sentimental, "The ones who won respect were the later 'Ningwang' Sumei and 'Eight Finger' Horace, and even later the Iron Thorn Queen Mother and 'Jackal' Sumei. Support, governance and appeasement.”

Li remained motionless, but Yannick looked at Thales differently.

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

"The only thing that can be won in war is the conditions for obtaining respect, and it is only one of the conditions."

"But that's never respect."

Thales is decisive, more and more sure of his own ideas:

"Never."

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

There was a moment of silence.

"Forgive me for being blind, Your Highness," Li said suddenly, staring at Thales closely, "You should be more like the King of Fuxing."

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

Li turned to his fellow clan in Westland, 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 humility."

He leaned forward and said:

"The Corleone family, which one are you?"

"Everyone!"

Jen En finally couldn't bear it anymore, he forcibly interrupted the conversation between the two, and raised his glass:

"How about we 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 some face".

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

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

"Well, it's not my fault, right?"

Jane, who had finally repaired his relationship with Corleone, sighed and stood up.

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

Jane left with Li 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 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 clansman called him 'Langli the Unyielding'—was a symbol of the new generation and changers."

Thales' eyes moved.

Unyielding Langli?

"He was tired of the increasingly decadent 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 was free and peaceful. The new birth established the situation of today's thirteen surnames of the blood clan."

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 and most conservative blood clan in the world. They are enemies of the world and do not know how to adapt."

He looked at Thales, shook his head and smiled:

"It's ironic, right."

But Thales smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Often," the prince thought of King Nuen, and said with emotion, "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 sharp eyes, "before my mother ends her deep sleep, I am the leader of the feast The acting master of Xinting, you are welcome to be our guest."

"Nice to meet you, Jan."

Thales adjusted his mood and held Yannick's hand. This time, the opponent's hand was also 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 Star Lake Fort, uh, there are a lot of small animals, dirty and messy, I will You are not invited."

"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 taken aback 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."

"To each other, Yang, you are also a special sucker-cold blood species I have seen."

"You want to say vampire?"

"Sorry."

"Hahahahaha!"

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

Yang heard the words and hesitated.

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

He tutted:

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

It looks gentle and polite, but it is actually brutal and bloodthirsty...

Thales frowned when he remembered something:

"I... really know someone like this."

Yannik 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."

"That 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 clan. But the irony is that he is loyal to the cruel and tyrannical Nightwing King."

Thales nodded with lingering fear as he thought of the twin sisters of the Corleone family.

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

"But there is power in words."

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 humans 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."

Yannik'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 speech is to rely on such utterances that are dismissed by many people, relying on repetition, emphasis, and explanation time and time again, leaving voices in history and scratching marks to tell future generations: We are at this moment , where it is coming from, and where it is going—just like what you heard as a younger generation, the story of 'Unyielding Langley'."

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, or even pretending to be aloof Pretending to be against it, it seems that as long as the efforts of those who want to do things are belittled, they can cover up their cold-blooded, ruthless and insensitive, and show how smart they are.”

Thales exhaled:

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

He is in a daze:

"With all due respect, that is the high self-righteousness."

This time, Yannick watched him, silent for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

He sighed and put down his glass.

"That old guy just said, you look like the King of Revival?"

"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 hate you so much."

Thales frowned:

"Acquaintance? Hate me?"

Yannick nodded:

"But seeing her 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 confused:

"Her?"

I saw Yannick smiled slightly and sat upright.

"The 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 put a quotation mark, "Please ask me to say hello to you,'May Dear Thales is in good health, rich in nutrition, full of nourishment as before'."

Cherine, Serene...

Rich nutrition, great tonic...

Thales blinked mechanically.

Serena Corleone! ?

The prince was startled and stood up uncontrollably!

"What did you say?"

Yannik rolled his eyes:

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

"'Dead or not bleeding'?"

Yannik scratched his head, wondering:

"Or 'die without bleeding'? 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—Cerine is at the feast, where are you?"

Yannik was noncommittal, he happily pulled out a letter:

"Her letter, I wish you a happy letter."

Thales accepted 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.

Sister Nima's younger sister.

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

He smiled.

"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 wants to drink with me at this banquet, and the only clansman..."

Yannick Houllier of the Feast Leader shook his head:

"Then we will see you next time - of course ~IndoMTL.com~ is evening."

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 a lot of dirty things here."

Dirty stuff.

Thals' expression changed after these words, and he was about to ask, but 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— — no one has noticed yet.

"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 is gone, only a special chuckle is left in the boy's ears:

"Repeated and repeated, immortal and always new."

(End of this chapter)