Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 152: Immortality is always new

Hearing this puzzling greeting, but the victim felt very embarrassed, Thales twitched his mouth uncontrollably.

Cortrina Corleone...

Seven years ago, the horror of the birch forest returned to his mind overnight, and Thales had to resist the desire to touch his neck with all his strength.

Lee Corleone gave another salute, respectful and decent, but exuding inexplicable coldness: "Forgive me, for reasons known to all, I can only visit Kongming Palace on the right night, so I am late to see you."

Jen looked at Thales, and then at the Count of Blood in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Okay, very good, very good," Thales coughed, "My Majesty Cortina and I--"

"Admiration for each other, friendship lasts forever," Li said decisively, without holding his beak, he took out a letter from his arms, "Here is her letter."

Admiration for each other.

Friendship lasts forever.

Thyls bit his lip, and in a complex mood, he forced a smile and reached out to receive the letter under Jen's strange gaze.

"Your Majesty also asked me to bring a sentence," Li seems to be not enough, "The covenant in the inner sea is still unforgettable."

Thyls's expression froze.

"Inner sea, what inner sea?" Jann couldn't help but speak.

Sunset, can he stop being involved with these blood-drinking gangs?

"This, uh..."

The prince looked at the blood fangs emblem on the letter, and he laughed:

"I don't need to read it now? Do I want to reply after reading it? Where do I return it? Is there a fixed letter crow? Or a directional stone in the crow house?"

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

"Jean Kevin Deere."

The Duke of South Bank nodded gently in response:

"Earl Li, or, the consul."

"Okay, I get it." Thales murmured, no one cared, he shook the letter in his hand, and consciously retracted his seat.

Li stared at Jen, his eyes were extremely cold, oozing inexplicable pressure:

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

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

"And I have long admired your name, Earl Li under the Throne of the Blood Sea. There is a family record: You are the most self-denying Corleone, with human blood in the front, but you can remain unmoved."

"I probably know where these records came from," Li was unmoved by the praise, he responded coldly, "I just hope you don’t invite me to a banquet like your great-grandfather, but look for I served eight women who are coming to the moon to serve wine and dinner, just to see a vampire who is thirsty and out of control."

What?

Thyls frowned and looked at the Duke.

Jen coughed and whispered to Thales:

"My great-grandfather was only 19 years old, and he was severely punished afterwards."

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"In short, this shows that our two families have a long friendship and a rich history." Jann quickly skipped the embarrassment and went straight to the subject. "But because of some trivial things seven years ago, Kevin Deere and Corleone, it has been a long time. It’s a pity that I haven’t had any contact with each other."

"Trivia?"

Thyls murmured, not surprisingly, in exchange for Jayne's anger.

"It is true, Lord Duke," Li nodded, without any fluctuations in his words, "Your Majesty is particularly sorry-especially she almost lost the throne and even her life."

Thyls on the side nodded solemnly.

Jane was a little speechless, but he quickly picked up the wine glass with one hand to block Thales’ grimace on his side, and sighed:

"Yes, I am sorry for the accident that year, count, I am willing to compensate for this, but I also know that no compensation can be repaid... But the long-term separation is not good for both parties, especially for us At the two ends of the end of the best trade wind circumnavigation at sea..."

But before Jayne finished speaking, Li said again:

"Her Majesty, she believes that before the two reconnect and resume cooperation, we must first settle our debts and settle our grievances."

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

The previous debt was settled, and both grievances and grievances were settled.

Jen frowned.

But in the next second, he laughed out loud like his face changed:

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

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

Jane turned the glass with a smile, and blocked Thales’s face out of sight again:

"——Then our two families, iris and blood fangs, are there any old grievances that can't be solved?"

What?

Thyls's eyes rounded:

Can you do that?

So thick-skinned?

This time, Li was silent for a long time. His eyes were quiet and dead, and against the banquet surrounded by people, it became more disturbing.

But in the next second, Thales felt a flower in front of him!

What's the matter? The prince was surprised and subconsciously awakened the sin of the prison river in his body!

"Seychelles!"

Jen's voice sounded, stern and vigilant.

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

Only then did he discover: Li's hand, I don't know when there is an extra glass of wine.

Being beside Jayne, Ashford the butler frowned and looked at the wine tray 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 warily and took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, he waved back.

Behind the Duke, the Seychellois knight who appeared at some point groaned, retracted the sword and scabbed it, and sat back in his seat.

The surrounding guests feasted as usual, and the music was enthusiastic as usual. No one seemed to have discovered the thrill of this moment.

In the distance, Mallos lowered his fist, and several familiar faces of the Star Lake Guard infiltrated the crowd again.

Li raised the wine glass and finished the drink slowly, and then slowly put it down, as if he wanted to avoid the situation that he had just done.

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

"Then, I'm willing to believe in Kevin Deere's sincerity, and wait and see," finally, the kin with the face of a Far Easterner spoke slowly, "I hope your compensation is sufficient."

The voice fell, and Jane let out a sigh of satisfaction (Tyles sighed regretfully):

"No problem, we can talk about everything: bitumen, eternal oil, or other things, you must know that the end of the sea is very big."

"Very well," Li gave a salute to the Duke of South Bank, "There is a master like you, Kevin Deere will be able to heal the blood forever."

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

"May the blood of the Corleone family be healed forever."

"It's touching to turn an enemy into a friend." Thales said sourly on the side, and then greeted Jen's unpleasant gaze.

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

"Lee Corleone, the powerful officer under the seat of Yejun, what a surprise!"

Tyles and Jane were both surprised: I don't know when, a young nobleman with luxurious clothes and twenty years old appeared beside Li with surprise on his face.

The young man has a handsome face and a hearty smile. The 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 the matter?" 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? Two hundred years ago, did he sleep in retreat or go out for a walk? Don't be caught by the Temple of Sun, of course, in case of a vampire hunter We are pitted--"

"You are not worthy to talk to me, junior."

Li Shen said, speaking at an unpleasant rate, but interrupted the young man just right, and the words still made people feel a faint warning:

"Change your mother, or the old Mavolo will be almost the same."

The handsome young man's smile stagnated.

"Tsk tsk, age discrimination is not shallow."

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

"But don't worry, I will bring this to the tomb of my mother and the old speaker—or in the tomb."

Li did not answer, but stared coldly at the uninvited guest.

Tyles has nothing to do with him, but he pays attention to the situation with interest.

Jane obviously knew the young man, he warned out carefully:

"Yannick."

But the young man named Yannick didn't seem to have heard him. He leaned forward and stared at the blood in front of him without hesitation:

"Be careful, Lord Jain, these are the seven branches of the night kingdom that are famous for their madness and violence. Once they get angry, the Emerald City will bleed."

Li's eyes screamed!

"Two!"

Jen raised his volume and smiled unabated: "Today is a feast of battle. It is one of the most celebrated days in the Emerald City."

Yannick and Lei 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 snorted.

Jen breathed a sigh of relief.

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

"My name is Yannick, Your Highness Thales, from the feast leader."

Thyls had to respond and shook his opponent's hand.

"I'm Thales Canxing—oh, your hands are so cold, wait, feast collar?"

Thyls remembered something, and subconsciously let go of the opponent's cold hand.

"Yes, that's right, that's why I can only come here at night." Yannick smiled slightly and retracted his hand, not feeling disgusted.

He looked at Li, meaning something:

"And equally unpopular."

Feast collar.

Tyles’ smile disappeared. He thought of the geography of Westland, the feast collar and the Yemang Mountain. These are all locations on the Golden Corridor, adjacent to the city-state of Levol, but...

The feast leader is the mysterious territory of the blood race remaining in the Westland after the end of the war. It is governed by the dark night council composed of the upper six branches.

He is of blood.

Tyles frowned and looked at Yannick, but the kinsman didn't care. He smiled and stretched out his hands, allowing Thales to look at it.

No wonder he needs makeup.

Otherwise, his face will probably look like Li, which makes people know that it’s not right at first sight...

Or like the dead face of Nicolai.

Jen coughed and gestured to Yannick:

"Tyles, this is a member from the feast leader, the dark night council..."

"Ah, Lord Duke, we have changed our name and we are no longer called the Council of the Night," Yannick's eyes lit up and interrupted Jayne, "Now, we are called the Council of Immortality."

Jen frowned:

"The Immortal Council?"

Li also moved his eyes in the same way.

Yannick smiled and nodded:

"Exactly, you know, warm-blooded people always have fear and bad associations about the night, and always feel that darkness is evil and terrifying, plus the long-term misunderstanding of cold-blooded species, so we passed the resolution , No longer called the Dark Night Council..."

Li sneered, seemingly disdainful.

Jenn followed his kindness and immediately changed his words:

"Very well, Immortal Council. Thales, allow me to re-introduce this. This is Yannick Hollier, the seventh member of the Immortal Council, representing the Hollier family of the six branches who led the feast."

The Council of Darkness, the Council of Immortality.

The seventh congressman.

The Hollier family.

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

"Representative Yannick, you just said-warm-blooded, cold-blooded?"

Yannick nodded cheerfully:

"Ah, I'm glad you noticed this, Your Highness. We used to call ourselves the'longevity species' and human beings as the'short life species'. I used this when I was young... but there is no doubt that this It is an opposing name formed by history, lack of respect, and it reflects the narrow and old thinking. It's time to weed it out."

Yannick looked at the duke and prince kindly:

"So, you are a warm-blooded species, and we are a cold-blooded species. Your Highness, I believe this is a more objective, more respectful, and friendly appellation, which will help to eliminate the misunderstanding, estrangement and hatred between mankind and the blood race over the years. "

Warm-blooded, cold-blooded.

Thyls understands.

"The longevity species that have been abandoned for thousands of years are arrogant and disregarded. On the contrary, they are self-willed and despicable.

Jen frowned.

But Yannick smiled undiminished:

"Oh, is it? But in my opinion, Earl Li, perhaps calling himself a "longevity species" is self-infuriating: no matter how immortal the blood is, the life span is comparable to that of immortal elves. Halfway?"

Thyls wondered:

"Which half?"

Yannick looked back and smiled easily:

"Daytime."

Thyls suddenly.

"Naive, naive, and ridiculous."

Lee Corleone continued to sneer, he disdainfully said:

"Junior's boring play."

Jenn coughed heavily, but it clearly didn't help much.

"I'm sorry, but this is not naive, nor ridiculous, nor boring, Corleone." Yannick shook his glass and changed a comfortable sitting position. "This is out of realistic political considerations."

"Political considerations?" Thales asked.

"We are not the same as our relatives in Eastland, Your Highness Thales. The feast leader is a place where blood and humans, cold-blooded and warm-blooded species inhabit and even rule together. We need to deal with the outside world—not just It’s a sword."

Yannick smiled:

"So, respect is necessary and mutual: if the kinsmen no longer want to be called disgusting'vampires', no longer want to be treated as enemies by humans, no longer want to be isolated by the world, no longer in a cycle of hatred, endlessly Suffer hatred and fear, then we must change the impression that outsiders have of us, and change our attitude towards the world."

"Just like your kingdom: after the end of the war, the King of Rejuvenation will no longer show the appearance of the prince of the empire, in order to abandon the notoriety of tyrants and tyranny, and let the star kingdom stand in the era of the end."

Tyles rolled his eyes.

Jen chuckled, seemingly helpless:

"But the people of the world never let this go. Seven hundred years, they still satirize us as "empires"."

Li from the Kingdom of Night snorted with disdain.

"Respect is not obtained by low-pitched breath," the Corleone said coldly, sullenly, "but by strength, death, fear, and the blood of the enemy-the things we depend on for our livelihood, first Four generations of juniors."

"Yes, hiding in the bunker, hiding in the mist, taking in the heinous robbers and bandits, turning the surrounding environment into a horrible and gloomy environment, and then calling yourself the'Night Kingdom'," Yannick sarcastically, "with The surrounding countries are permanently hostile, fighting with waves of crusaders, relying on robbery, murder, coercion, bewitching, blackmailing, and coercion to live their lives."

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

"This is so respected, the second generation old guy."

But in the next second, Li suddenly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Yannick's glass!

Yannick frowned and looked at Li.

"Two, please," Jen sighed helplessly, "I cherish my banquet and the reputation of both of you."

Li was silent for a while, slowly letting go of the opponent's glass.

"It's ridiculous."

"If there weren’t for His Majesty Ramley’s past cross-sea expeditions, without his frightening record, without him to prove the role of the blood in large-scale wars," Li Han said, "The relatives of the feast leader can live in Xilu. So comfortable? Can you live in the complex golden corridor?"

"Look at the fate of Yemang Mountain-after the wolf enemy, is there a community of werewolves in Westland?"

Yannick pursed his lips.

"Yes, I believe it," the congressman was somewhat lacking in confidence, he smiled helplessly at Thales, "It's just that it's rare?"

"If there was no King Fuxing to establish the Yongxing City in Shawen's hometown, there would be no **** conquests of the Black Eyes in the past few decades, and there would be no rolling iron hoofs of the Blade King going west and going south," Li Duo continued aggressively, "How did the Star Kingdom obtain today's territory? And status? By changing the name of the Exeters to "Best Brothers in the North"? Or by calling themselves "The Harmless Baby of the Empire"?"

Thyls blinked.

Yannick frowned: "But the stars are not—"

"Remember, the fourth generation of juniors, verbal and formal hypocrisy, cannot change the cruel nature: we are still the blood race, we are still competing with the surrounding races, and the enemies will not change because of a title. Just be in love with us and live in harmony."

Li Leng said coldly:

"Only war can win respect."

Yannick was speechless for a while.

"Maybe."

But Thales’ voice sounded at this moment:

"Perhaps some of the people who won the war won respect."

"But this does not mean: War will win respect."

Jen, Yannick, and Richie look at him.

"Yes, Black Eye won the war, at least most of them, but he did not win the respect: after he died, the stars were in flames and torn apart," Thales sighed. "It is his who wins respect. His son, King Kessel I, the King of Taiping, is his national policy of rest and recuperation with painstaking effort, and "I would rather spend money and not use troops"."

Jen is thoughtful.

"Blade King Tormond II also won the war, but he still did not win respect: After his death, the band of blade leaders swarmed, and the West Wilderness was like hell," the prince thought of his history class, Albert, could not help feeling sentimental, "It is the later'King of Ni' Su Mei and the'Eight Fingers' Horace, and even later the Queen Mother and the Jackal Su Mei, who have won respect for several generations. Support, governance and comfort."

Lee remained motionless, but Yannick looked at Thales differently.

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

"What war can be won is only a condition for obtaining respect, and it is only one of the conditions."

"But that is never respect."

Thyls is decisive and affirms his ideas more and more:

"Never not."

"If we stop here, then respect is impossible to talk about."

There was a moment of silence during the dinner.

"Forgive me for my blindness, Your Royal Highness," Li said suddenly, and he stared at Thales, "You are still more like the King of Revival."

"His Royal Highness is going to make contributions, right?" Yannick laughed.

Li turned to his family in Xilu and snorted coldly:

"Go ahead, junior, abandon the pride of the longevity seed, indulge in happiness, be willing to fall, bow to your knees, keep your voice low-you will pay the price sooner or later."

"People who are accustomed to being aloof, of course think that nodding is even if you bow to your knees." Yannick's smile disappeared. "People who are inferior in the bones always feel that raising their heads is a low voice."

He leaned forward:

"Corleone's, which one are you?"

"Everyone!"

Jane finally couldn't help it. He interrupted the conversation between the two forcibly and raised his glass:

"How about let's have a drink? For today's meeting-this combination may be rare in a century."

The Duke of South Bank looked at Thales and then at the two blood races of East and West. His eyes were stern and his expression was full of "give me a face."

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

Yannick sat in the same position as if leisurely, and raised a toast to Li's background:

"Um, it shouldn't be my fault, right?"

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

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

Jen left with Le Corleone, and did not forget to hand Thales a warning look of "Don't mess up my party".

What's wrong?

Tyles returned to him innocently.

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

"Now, I know why Iris wants to invite me." Seeing the master and the enemy leave, Yannick's smile slowly disappeared, "For balance."

Thyls smiled politely.

But Yannick sighed and continued:

"It is said that in the age of empire, the Nightwing King-he did not have this name at the time, and the people called him "indomitable Lanli"-a symbol of the new generation and changers."

Thyls' eyes moved.

The unyielding Ramli?

"He was tired of the increasingly decadent reign of the ancestors of the blood family and the first generation of elders, and brought the young people-my mother was among them-to take the lead against the powerful Presbyterian Church and fight for three hundred years before gaining freedom and The new birth has laid the foundation for the thirteen surnames of the blood family today."

Lamley rebelled against the first generation of elders and established the thirteen surnames of the blood family.

Thyls nodded.

"But up to now," Yannick said with emotion, "The Nightwing King and his people are already the oldest, but also the most conservative, enemies in the world, and they are not flexible."

He looked at Thales and shook his head with a smile:

"It's ironic, right."

But Thales smiled slightly and shook his head.

"There are always things," the prince thought of King Nunn, and he said with emotion, "There are more human beings."

Yannick stared at the prince and stretched out his hand again.

"Yannick Fraser Hollier--or just call me Yang. Nice to meet you, Your Majesty," the young kin's eyes were sharp, "Before my mother is over sleeping, I am the feast leader. The acting host of Xinting, you are welcome to be a guest."

"Nice to meet you, Jan."

Tyles adjusted his mood and held Yannick's hand. This time, the opponent's hand was also cold, but Thales did not reject it, let alone let it go in advance:

"Tyles Thranjylana Kessel Star, you can also call me Thales and live in Star Lake Castle temporarily. Uh, there are a lot of small animals, dirty and messy, I just I’m not inviting you anymore."

"Understandable."

"Well, I'll be honest," Thales held back for a while, then sighed deeply:

"The main reason is that the hospitality budget is not enough."

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

"I have to say, Thales, you are one of the more special humans I have seen, well, warm-blooded."

"With each other, Yang, you are also the special sucker I have seen—cold blood."

"Do you want to talk about vampires?"

"Sorry."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are all the kinsmen of the feast leader like you?"

Yang heard the words and stagnated.

"Of course I hope so, Thales," the kinsman shook his head, "but I have to say, that would be an overestimation of us."

He tweeted:

Just like human beings, there are always people who are full of humanity and morality, but full of male thieves and female prostitutes. Some blood races may seem gentle and polite on the surface, but they are brutal and bloodthirsty behind their backs."

Appears to be gentle and polite, but actually brutal and bloodthirsty...

Thyls frowned when he thought of something:

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

Yannick nodded: "So I always think that whether humans or kinsmen, when facing ourselves, the arduous test we face is the same: conquering our own desires."

"It makes sense."

The two were silent for a while.

"I guess Li should have already left by now," Yannick said in a deep voice. "My mother said that Le Corleone is one of the most restrained and rational people in the tribe. Ironically, he is loyal to the cruel and brutal Nightwing King."

Thyls nodded, thinking of the twin sisters in the Corleone family.

"Of course, he may be right. The change of title is indeed limited," Yannick sighed. "Words are pale and bring us balance. What gives us a place is only power."

"But words have power."

Thyls' words made Yannick look up.

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

Thyls remembered something, he affirmed:

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

Yannick's eyes moved slightly: "Do you really think so?"

Thyls smiled at him:

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

"The power of speaking lies in the utterance that is disapproved by many people, and the repetition, emphasis, and explanation time and time again, leaving a sound in history, carving out scratches, and telling future generations: we at this moment , Where are you coming from, where you want to go-just like what you heard as a younger generation, the story of the'indomitable Lanli'."

Yannick's expression slowly changed.

"Rather than holding on to the attitude of'this can't change the fundamental', it's useless anyway, the form is greater than the substance, and the hypocritical political correctness. Pretending to be against it, as if you can conceal your cold-bloodedness and insensitivity as long as you devalue the efforts of those who want to do things, and show you how clever you are."

Thyls exhaled:

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

He is a little bit stunned:

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

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

"Thank you, Your Highness."

He sighed and put down the wine glass.

"That old guy just said, you look like King Fuxing?"

"Maybe, I don't know, it doesn't look like the picture anyway," Thales curled his lips. "What do you think?"

"I don't know, I have only seen the King of Revival in the painting." Yannick shook his head.

He stared at Thales:

"But I have met Xianjun."

Thyls was startled.

After several seconds, he reacted:

"Oh, thank you."

Yannick smiled again.

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

Thyls frowned:

"Acquaintances? Hate me?"

Yannick nodded:

"But when I saw you today, I'm sure she was biased-it should be a personal grudge or character that caused her to make an irrational evaluation of you."

Thyls became more confused:

"She?"

Yannick smiled slightly and sat down tightly.

"Grand Duke Serena Corleone, the true master of the Blood Sea Throne--professed," the kinsman in front of him bowed, and did not forget to stretch out his hand and put a quotation mark, "Tell me to say hello to you,'May Dear Thales is in good health, rich in nutrition, and tonic."

Se, Celine...

Plenty of nutrition, great tonic...

Thyls blinked mechanically.

Selena Corleone! ?

The prince was shocked and stood up uncontrollably!

"What did you say?"

Yannick rolled his eyes:

"She said, if you don't believe it, there is a secret sign here, uh, I remember it seems to be..."

"'Death without bleeding'?"

Yannick scratched his head, wondering:

"Still ‘die without bleeding’? Sorry, I’m not familiar with Donglu’s allusions..."

But the Duke of Xinghu has no time to bother him.

At that moment, Thales only felt that his neck hurts more.

What are you doing?

It's been a long while~IndoMTL.com~ Thales twitched his face and said:

"Ugly, ugly face—Cerine is at the feast, where is she?"

Yannick was noncommittal, he happily pulled out a letter:

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

Thyls took the letter stubbornly and found that there was a bright red lip mark on the envelope, and his heart couldn't help but stalk.

The prince pursed his mouth in pain, and stuffed it into his pocket where there was already a letter, only to find that even the style of the letter paper was the same.

Sure enough, they are sisters.

Sister Nima's sister.

Yannick saw Thales’ expression, instantly knowing it.

He smiled coolly.

"I don’t know what your grudges are with Grand Duke Serena, Thales, but I’m sure it’s not your fault—I don’t like her either."

"But, I hope we can be friends, Thales."

The Kindred stood up.

"I guess, no one wants to drink with me at this banquet, and the only tribe..."

Yannick Hollier, the feast leader, shook his head:

"Then we'll see you next time--of course, it's night."

Thyls, who was choking silently, sighed, lethargic, and felt that his chest was extremely heavy: "Okay, goodbye."

The Kindred looked around.

"Please be careful, I can feel that the undercurrent is surging in the Emerald City at this moment, and there are a lot of dirty things here."

Dirty stuff.

These words made Thales' complexion changed. He was waiting to be asked, but he saw Yannick blinking his right eye. His steps were not fast, but his figure flashed strangely past the crowd in a few seconds and disappeared outside the door— —No one has noticed yet.

"For this, I would like to give you one of the first six branches of the feast, the language of the Hollier clan, Your Highness Thales."

The blood race is gone, only a special chuckle is passed into the ears of the young man:

"It goes round and round, and immortality is always new."