Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 225: Under the night

It is said that five hundred years ago, on the night Prince Hayman and Miss Regina got married, the citizens of the Emerald City who were spared from the flames of war all wept with joy and spontaneously organized an all-night carnival that swept across the city:

People held a fire parade, danced and sang and drank, while the newlyweds Heyman and Regina wore wedding garlands, stepped out of the palace hand in hand, joined the non-stop dancing of the people, and received cheers from the crowd. Bless the whole city, let that joyous night reach the climax of carnival.

This is the origin of the "Night Night Banquet Tour" in the "Queen's Day" and the Emerald Celebration in later generations.

On this night every year, Emerald City does not set a curfew, does not lock the door keys, and people can't help but gather together. Guests, light the fireworks and celebrate all the beauty and happiness worthy of praise.

Although Duke Zhan En has lost his power these days, Kongming Palace has changed, people in the whole city are in panic, and many people have closed their doors or left the city to seek refuge, but for their livelihood tonight, many people have prepared for a long time in advance, intending to rely on the celebration to earn a fortune. The shopkeepers, merchants and merchants still bite the bullet and continue to work and welcome customers, hoping to make a little money during the banquet night, plus patrolling soldiers and police officers, market and road officials with grim faces, busy Craftsmen and porters, as well as some tourists from afar who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, although this year's Night Banquet Tour is not as bustling with tourists as in the past, it is barely enough to live up to its name.

Except for one place.

Under the night, Lausanne II was walking in the streets and alleys outside the North Gate Bridge—or in other words, the gutters and dirt roads separated by crooked bungalows—with silent steps and a dark figure, perfectly blending into the night middle.

Compared to the bright lights and people coming and going in other places in the city, the houses, streets, alleys and square roads outside Beimen Bridge are all dimly lit and deserted.

There is only the bright moon in the sky, which treats everyone equally and shines on the world.

In the smelly air, homeless stray cats chased mice in the gutter, and wild crows on tree branches scolded the moon.

In the distance, in a shabby dwelling with the lights turned off early, a couple quarreled ("What's wrong with smoking some herbs? Who am I making money for? Who! Don't like it? Don't let it go! ”) and children’s crying in fear, heavy objects fell to the ground, cups and saucers were broken, and the dogs tied outside the house barked endlessly, attracting more dogs barking in the distance...

Scenes like this can be found everywhere in the poor streets and alleys of the new suburbs outside the North Gate Bridge, giving people a drowsy gloomy and numb feeling.

Just like his past.

Under the moonlight, Lausanne II felt the weight and temperature of the long sword behind him, and crossed a dirty ditch expressionlessly, and then passed a row of crooked fences.

A certain big dog tied to the fence sensed the stranger and growled menacingly as a warning, but the moment he approached, it trembled all over, and ducked back into the corner with its tail drooping, trembling.

Smart, sensitive, judging the situation, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

Lausanne II continued to move forward without moving his eyes.

But that's why, you're always just a dog on a leash.

You can only see as far as the leash can see.

The next moment, Lausanne II's footsteps trembled, his expression painful!

Not good.

Again!

In an instant, the muscles all over his body unconsciously tightened, twitched, and twisted...

Starting from the heart, all the organs and tissues of his body began to growl, struggle, and tremble, eager to kill and plunder, and conveyed this impulse to the brain over and over again, like a strong wind and waves hitting the shore.

Yes, the brain.

His frail, empty, trance-like brain, after endless torment, has not left much sane brain.

Thinking of this, Lausanne II turned ruthless, clenched his fist and swung his arm, and slammed his chest with great force!

Bang!

Quiet - he said to them.

The heart under his ribs trembled slightly, contracting violently under the hurt and pain.

But Lausanne II's face was ferocious, and he punched again without hesitation!

Bang!

Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Lausanne II's eyes trembled, and he roared and warned the uncontrolled organs and tissues all over his body.

Listen to me.

My!

Me!

But this time, every part of his body was desperately resisting him, struggling crazily, they were eager to overwhelm his will, drown his reason, and seize his spirit.

Lausanne II gritted his teeth.

Of course, he was injured and poisoned.

They were greatly implicated, and of course they were not satisfied-although they were relieved and recovered, the rare and poisonous poison that the old judge had injected into the wine had endless consequences, and it took him a whole day to recover.

But he knows that he can't give in, can't compromise.

Because they are never satisfied.

So Xie Chong began to murmur.

"Then have a drink with me, boy."

In memory, the old judge before his death raised his wine glass, took a sip, and showed a look of enjoyment:

"Let me tell you everything, and you'll understand."

This scene made Lausanne II tremble slightly and became part of his indelible memory.

He remembered that he had already seen through everything at that time, so he slowly stretched out his hand with confidence, and raised the glass of wine under the slightly nervous gaze of the old judge.

"I know, you are poisoned here."

Through the glass, he saw with satisfaction that the old man's eyes trembled and his expression changed drastically.

It was shock and remorse, unwillingness and regret.

"But out of respect, I would like to have a drink with you, Mr. Brennan," the next second, he grinned, "for your courage and courage."

There is also the will to endure pain.

He smiled, raised his head chicly, and drank the poisoned wine in one gulp.

Not bad.

It's good wine.

Worth the price of his poisonous wine.

I don't know who was the big man with a noble family and stomach before that, who was eligible to enjoy it?

Put down the wine glass again, and unsurprisingly, he saw the doubt, trance, and ignorance in the eyes of the old judge.

And the unbelievable disbelief at what he did.

"For, why?"

The old man stood up tremblingly, his face showing the pain of a severe poison attack-the other party was just an ordinary old man with no strength to restrain a chicken, how could he bear it?

Why?

But he just giggled and didn't answer.

Why?

You won't understand anyway.

Until the alcohol poisoning in his body also started to attack.

But at that moment, he met the eyes of the old judge.

The old man was stunned, and suddenly understood something.

"I see, boy, I've seen people like you..."

Despite the painful expression under the torment of the poison, the old man's words became extremely gentle, even with a hint of melancholy:

"What do you want to let go, but the pain is unbearable, what you want to hold on to, but it's empty..."

Perhaps the poisonous wine was taking effect, he trembled and stood up subconsciously!

"You understand too little, and you don't understand too much... You don't know what to be loyal to, so you can only grit your teeth and bow your head, numb your eyes, and relieve your pain and depression a little..."

Maybe it was the effect of the poisoned wine, as if he had been hit hard, he took a step back in shock, and unintentionally brought the seat down.

The old man couldn't hold on, and fell to the ground in pain.

"It's okay, child, I've had it too," the judge on the ground tried his best to smile, and tremblingly performed the dying prayer to him, "It's okay, in the end you will understand, it will pass, it will all , the past..."

The old man's words stopped abruptly, and the luster in his eyes gradually disappeared.

But he felt unreasonable panic in his heart, and kept backing away in a daze until he fell to the ground.

Why?

Perhaps it was the result of poisoned alcohol, his muscles began to tremble, and his blood began to roar.

The long-lost fear suddenly hit him, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Why, why in the last eyes of this old guy...

With pity and...

sympathy?

No.

Why sympathy?

He was in a daze, staggered and struggled to get up, smashing through the window.

Running into the dark night.

Running towards his last refuge.

No!

On the path of the North Gate Bridge, Lausanne II suddenly opened his eyes!

Go away.

Get out!

Get out of my brain!

Get out!

He was trembling all over, fighting to the death with this tyrannical body that refused to obey discipline, while pulling himself back from the past memories desperately.

Listen to - I -!

In the pain and numbness, he tried hard to focus on the sword behind him, from simple to complex, from basic to advanced, recalling and dismantling the sword moves of various colors over and over again, simulating in his mind again and again Performing, forgetting reality again and again in martial arts and sword style.

Silent Cicada Sword...Forging Blade Weapons...Fearful Killing...Oracle Blessing...Fire Sea and Wind...Legion Ten Styles...Thorn Thorn Sword...Tianle Rondo...

Finally, when the young Joaquin Knight appeared in his brain for the twenty-eighth time, ordering the younger him to step up and concentrate to exert the maximum effect of the "triumphal style", he successfully suppressed the whole body. The tremors and struggles of his body regained his crumbling sanity, and the riots in various parts gradually subsided.

Xie Chong reluctantly fell silent.

Maybe only a few tenths of a second before and after, but there is no doubt that he won a dangerous duel again and survived the disaster.

And ever since he lost control of the battle with the endlessly changing strange monster in the sewer, similar fights have only become more dangerous, making his sanity crumbling.

Will he be so lucky next time?

Lausanne II took back control of his body, felt the weight of the sword again, let out a breath, and continued to move forward.

The moonlight was desolate, and the surrounding bungalows became more and more quiet.

The sound of breathing in each house became less and less, and even the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs were much less.

Born here and raised here, Lausanne II knew that as the administrative district with the cheapest land price and the shortest history in the Emerald City (he even doubted whether there was a dedicated political officer outside the North Gate Bridge), the residents accommodated in the new suburb, most Some of them are low-level workers and servants from all walks of life in the city.

At this moment, if they don't go into the city with tools and tools, go to shops, workshops, warehouses, docks, and even the houses of big families, and honestly work and serve people, (especially on banquet nights) they will have to wait until dawn. Going home from work, or there will be no work to do, nothing to do, it is better to turn off the lights early and go to bed, save firewood, fuel and food, and get up early tomorrow to find a job that can earn cash in the city or even outside the city.

As if separated by a bridge, the bright and warm, exciting and yearning scenery in the Emerald City has nothing to do with their lives.

In their eyes, the Jade Festival, which is famous and indulgent, is just another opportunity to earn money through hard work. At most, these days, the boss pays enough wages and the guests give a little more tips.

As for the Kongming Palace in the city, which stands on the high **** of the huge rock, flies high the iris flag, welcomes and sends off countless dignitaries, and represents the highest power on the south bank, it is just an awe-inspiring and admired statue, but always It is a giant **** far away in the sky.

Don't eat fireworks in the world, and don't get involved in the world of mortals.

Thinking of this, Lausanne II clenched his fists.

A non-wine in a bottle, Lausanne.

Turnbull told him so in the past.

"You once thought there was wine in the bottle, and you just fell to this..."

Lausanne II suddenly raised his head, looking directly at the bright lights of the palace in the distance.

"Then do you want to know what's in the bottle?"

No.

He shouldn't have to know, and he shouldn't have cared about it.

He should have been the same as the people around him, talking to his elders in a daze, "Oh, it's nice to live in Emerald City", "Working, it's better than plowing and fishing outside", "At least we have an official." In the ear-to-ear and persuasive words such as "protecting the rules", repeating the life of the previous generation.

As long as he doesn't meet Handro Joaquin.

As long as he doesn't become a squire.

As long as he doesn't grip the hilt.

As long as he doesn't look up.

As long as he doesn't...

Wait.

With a feeling, Lausanne II looked around in the alley.

So quiet.

Too quiet.

Too quiet.

Even if this is the North Gate Bridge in Night Banquet Tour.

Lausanne II raised his head slowly.

In the distance, a long-abandoned sentry tower stood quietly under the moonlight.

Like an old man who is dying.

In the darkness, he stared at the sentry tower for a long, long time.

Lausanne II, who has experienced countless battles and survived countless deaths, is very familiar with such scenes.

He knows what it is.

A trap.

A dangerous trap meant to hunt him down.

Everything is clear.

Lausanne II took a deep breath, and suddenly felt the long-lost joy.

Every part of his body began to be excited again, ready to move.

Yes, did they say yes, yes, or go?

Lausanne II felt it.

This is a rare tacit understanding between them.

This is the moment when they, as eternal enemies, are single-minded and come to a compromise.

Go ahead.

In the next second, his mind and body were united, and he jumped up to the open roof.

Under the night and under the moonlight, the killer showed an almost sickly smile.

Without any concealment, he walked towards the sentry tower.

————

Thales put down the telescope in his hand.

At this moment, he is standing on a five-story abandoned sentry tower, overlooking the countless one-story houses in the small half of the new suburb—or in the words of the locals, outside the bridge—under the desolate moonlight.

Compared to the ever-bright lights and radiant lights in other parts of the city, the entire New Suburb looks gloomy and dark.

It's dark...

Under the moonlight, Thales felt something in his heart. He looked up at the brightly lit Kongming Palace in the distance, as bright as day, and then looked at the dark streets and alleys under the tower.

"What I see in my eyes..."

Thales murmured, uttering the indifferent and numb words of his ancestors: "There is only darkness."

But as soon as the prince's words fell, another steady voice sounded faintly from the air, continuing Thales's words:

"The fire of civilization is urgently needed to light up the wilderness."

Thales frowned:

At some point, a strange figure appeared beside him, standing side by side with him on the tower, looking down at the countless intertwined houses.

The sudden appearance of the uninvited guest caused a small commotion among the Xinghu guards guarding the upper and lower floors. Many people rushed to **** the top floor until Mallos, who was standing at the other end of the tower, heard the order and signaled his subordinates to be quiet. Don't be impatient.

"If I remember correctly, this should be what Black Eyed John said to Prime Minister Halwa before he marched north to Exeter."

The sudden visitor spoke softly, as if afraid of waking up the dark silence in front of him:

"It's just that the first half is catchy, so it spread more widely and made his alias."

Thales snorted lightly.

The fire of civilization.

"The black eye is really right," the young man shook his head at the group of houses below, "if the flames of war can be considered as 'fire of civilization'."

The guest beside him was silent for a while.

"That's true," said the guest, speaking in the common language of the Western Land, even with some antique features of the ancient imperial language, but the emotion is lacking. The villages, towns, fortresses, and palaces all ignited raging fires, soaring into the sky and starting a prairie fire, which must be called 'lighting up the wilderness'."

Thales smiled ironically.

He turned his head and looked at his guest formally.

"It's really hard to invite you, Earl Li. It is said that the housekeeper of Ashford found several middlemen, turned seven or eight corners, and had to wait until night before reluctantly delivering the invitation to you? "

From the Kingdom of the Night at the other end of the ocean, Rei Corleone with a Far Eastern face bowed slightly:

"Forgive me, Your Highness. For well-known reasons, the resting place chosen by our family is extremely important when we go out. We must be careful and keep it absolutely confidential."

Thales looked at the blood envoy's meticulous etiquette, felt the deadly aura of the other party, was silent for a while, and smiled.

"Understandable. Then I guess, the other one is also so troublesome?"

Another fresh and confident voice sounded from the left side of Thales:

"Not necessarily."

Hearing this voice, Li Wen remained motionless, Thales turned his head and looked to the other side.

"If you want to find me, just two ravens will do." A handsome young man in luxurious clothes appeared silently on Thales's left, "even if someone follows their flight path one after the other to find My hiding place, I can also have time to respond.”

He looked at the layers of roofs under the tower, and said with a tusk:

"After all, times have changed."

Li was motionless, his gaze was like stone.

As if he didn't hear, or didn't bother to hear the other party's sarcasm.

"Good night, Yannick." Thales nodded with a smile.

Yannik Fraser Houllier, who came from the Immortal Council of the Feast Leader and the acting master of the Huanxin Court, smiled heartily and bowed to Thales.

Just like that, Thales stood in the middle, one left and one right were two blood races from the east and the west, one was silent, the other smiled faintly, but there was always a strange coercion in the air, which made people feel uncomfortable. Can't help being nervous.

"I won't talk nonsense," Thales stood for a while, too lazy to deal with the grievances and grievances represented by these two blood races, and went straight to the point, "I believe you all know that in the past few days, Emerald City has appeared. A little trouble."

Little trouble.

Yannick smiled.

"It's just a little hindrance, I'm sure, with His Royal Highness Thales' ability..."

But Thales didn't let him continue.

"A killer."

The prince looks serious and his tone is stern:

"To be precise, he is a ruthless killer whose strength has reached the extreme. He unscrupulously killed, claimed his life, and sought revenge in Emerald City, disrupting order and causing public outrage."

Yannik couldn't help but look serious, Li's face didn't change.

"Therefore..."

Tels paused for a moment, turned around with his hands behind his back, and the moonlight shone all over him, making him even more gleaming with silver light and awe-inspiring:

"I invite you two to come here tonight, and I am asking you to help me catch the culprits and bring peace to the city."

There was silence on the sentry tower for a while.

The two guests remained motionless, as if they were digesting Thales' meaning.

"What?"

After a few seconds, Li from the Country of Darkness said softly, "Us? Capture the killer?"

Thales smiled politely.

"Forgive me, Your Highness," Yannick looked at Thales carefully, with intriguing eyes, "You are in charge of the Kongming Palace at the moment, commanding the Emerald Legion, and you have a lot of talents under your command, not to mention the wealth of the royal family. , Why are you looking for our vampires, let’s be blunt, looking for vampires who are hated by everyone as thugs?"

Thales took a deep breath, turned around, and looked outside the sentry tower.

"Because," under the moonlight, he said playfully, "it's night now."

For the first time, the two blood races from east and west looked at each other.

"What do you think?"

No one spoke, but Thales was very patient.

"Forgive me, Your Highness." Finally, Li responded first, but Thales's smile faded away when he said it, "I am here to represent Corleone and the Kingdom of the Night, and I am on an envoy to the stars, so it is inconvenient to choose sides. ——especially between the Canxing royal family and the Kevin Dill family."

"Is that so..." Thales pondered.

"I'd be more than happy to help, Your Highness."

Thales' eyes lit up and he turned to the other side.

"Thank you, Yannick," but the prince raised his tone, and his vigilance remained undiminished, "but?"

Yannick smiled.

"However——as a member of the Immortal Parliament, every move I take will involve the diplomacy of the two countries. If I make arbitrarily advocated interference in the internal affairs of other countries, and make a mistake and blame the state, then I will go back to the feast, other members, um , no matter if it is an ally, a political enemy, or a peer elder, I am afraid that they will not let me go easily."

Thales narrowed his eyes and had a premonition:

"Unless?"

Yannick smiled, but did not use the words Thales gave him:

"Of course, the other councilors haven't set foot in the stars for a long time and don't understand the current situation, but if they know that His Highness is the heir to the kingdom, he is generous and trustworthy, and he doesn't have prejudice against the feast leader, is friendly and enthusiastic, and then treats you as an ally If you hand it in, you probably won't object to my helping?"

The heir to the kingdom...

Take it as an alliance...

"What do you mean?" Thales said softly.

Li next to him sneered.

Yannik ignored his compatriots, just bowed slightly:

"Maybe that way, I can be bold and unreservedly provide support for your governance of the Emerald City—and maybe other things—?"

Thales pondered for a while.

"I thought we were friends?"

"Yes," Yannick said without pretentiousness, "so friendship needs to be maintained—you help me, I help you?"

Thales did not speak.

"The relatives of the feast leader are close to Commas, they are used to careful planning, and they are even more cunning than before reincarnation." Li on the other side looked at the bright moon in the sky without changing his expression, "Your Highness must be prepared to suffer a loss when dealing with them. .”

Yannick laughed.

"Speaking of which, one of my friends, the sixth member of the Immortal Council, Damian Merchid said something," the handsome vampire glanced at Li, "It's better to be a profiteer than a robber? "

Li remained silent.

"If that's the case, forget it."

Thales sighed.

The two blood races bowed in unison, their faces still calm, showing no attitude or reaction.

Until Taylor's eyes lit up and he took out a letter from his pocket.

"By the way, Jan, I almost forgot." He seemed apologetic as if he had just remembered, "I have written a reply letter to Serena, please take the trouble to take it to her?"

As soon as this remark came out, Yannick's smile froze.

Li slowly moved his eyes, looked at his fellow clan, and spoke to him for the first time tonight.

"So, the juniors of the Houllier family, are you and your family protecting Corleone's key criminals?"

Yannik tightened the muscles of his cheeks, and fell silent between Taylor's burning eyes and Li's cold eyes.

He sighed, and finally ignored the latter's murderous intent, and gracefully took Thales' envelope.

"Your Highness, you are really magnanimous."

Thales raised his eyebrows and was about to say something.

"Did you make this decision, or your mother?"

Li refuses to let the other party go:

"The one who provoked Corleone—is it only the Houllier family, or the cowards of the entire Dark Night Council?"

But this time, Yannick seemed to have made up his mind to ignore this Donglu elder, and just smiled helplessly at Thales:

"If I were you, Your Highness, facing the sinister and cunning Corleone, especially that Ms. Serena, I would simply not reply."

Yannick put away the envelope and sighed:

"And I don't have to see her again-to be honest, the people in this family are not very exciting."

Li's gaze became even colder.

"Where is she?"

This vampire with a Far Eastern face sounds like a mosquito, but he is aggressive in his ears, which makes people shudder:

"Sinner, Serena Corleone?"

The atmosphere was tense, and Thales, caught in the middle, couldn't help frowning.

"Why, Earl Li of the Kingdom of the Night?"

Finally, Yannick Houllier, who was silent for a few seconds, no longer backed down. His eyes moved and radiated a sharp light:

"An important minister like you, why do you want to go to the stars at this time?"

Li did not answer, but continued to stare at Yannick with unfriendly eyes.

Kyannick continued to speak:

"Is it the Queen of the Night whose throne is crumbling, or the King of Nightwing who is said to have 'returned soon' after passing on the throne?"

Li's aura became even colder.

Thales stood in the middle, feeling the atmosphere of tit-for-tat on both sides.

Well, it's no wonder that facing the blood clan forces, Zhan En either refused to invite, or he must invite both parties.

"It really worked," he murmured.

Without warning, as soon as Thales finished speaking, the two blood races turned their heads at the same time, staring coldly at the prince!

Like two long swords, it forced the boy to death on the spot.

Even though he has experienced many battles like him, Thales couldn't help but feel a lump in his heart.

It seems that they are well aware of their calculations.

And the comer is not good.

He had to cough vigorously and change the subject:

"Well, the moonlight is just right, so let's not talk about these bad things..."

Facing the worsening atmosphere and the two unfriendly eyes that were comparable to sharp knives, Thales stretched out his hand again, took out the next letter from his arms, and handed it out tremblingly:

"Let's have some fun—I've written a letter to Her Majesty Katerina, and I'm asking Earl Tori to bring you back to the Kingdom of the Night, how about it?"

The two blood races were silent for a while, and they all looked away.

The aggressive atmosphere eased slightly.

"At your service." Li's voice was hollow, and he slowly reached out to take the envelope.

"Letter from the Queen of the Night?"

On the other side, Yannick's eyes are intriguing.

Thales took a breather and quickly clapped his hands:

"Speaking of which, do you know how the two sisters Katerina and Serena met?"

The two blood races looked at each other.

Without waiting for them to react, Thales took a deep breath and forced them to listen:

"Simply put, Jann Cavendir deceived Katrina and wanted to use her to assassinate me."

Thales could feel that the two blood races paused, and they looked at each other warily.

Li's eyes became colder and colder, but Yannick suddenly understood:

"So that's the case, no wonder the Duke of Iris has reported this, and now he is in jail."

"Unfortunately, ugly face, ahem, I mean Serena also wants to force Katerina to kill me," Thales shook his arms without any scruples. The frightened kingdom kept secrets, "In order for the stars to seek revenge on the kingdom of the night, she can return to the country and reset."

Li's expression remained unchanged, but Yannick frowned slightly.

Thales sighed helplessly.

"I know that no matter which side's plan I am in, I am the one who is going to die anyway. I am so unlucky and miserable, right?"

Yannik squinted his eyes and made no comment.

"But you still stand tall," Li Tuwu said, "just like Her Majesty Katerina."

Thales smiled ugly.

"Speaking of this, you may not believe it, but she was a crybaby back then... I mean, Queen Katrina also wanted to kill me and **** my blood dry..."

In other words, in the eyes of the three parties, I am all meat...

"I believe," Yannick next to him smiled sarcastically, "The Corleone clan is vicious and dangerous. It has always been like this, so it's not surprising."

"Your Highness, you are still alive and kicking," Li said without changing his expression, "you are full of energy."

He is vigorous.

Hearing this word, Thales felt his neck itch.

"That's why I remembered, no wonder, no wonder Katerina said in the letter that she would return my favor and give me a big gift, haha," he changed the subject abruptly, "Great gift!"

Tel paused for a moment, then looked at Li seriously:

"Earl Li, I don't know what the queen of your country said in the letter, can you count it?"

Yannick was thoughtful.

"Your Majesty will keep her promises, and I also believe that you and Your Majesty have a very close personal relationship," Li's answer was watertight. It is disloyal to His Majesty and the Kingdom of the Night."

Yannik next to him sneered again.

Thales observed Li Corleone carefully for a while, but couldn't think of any flaws, so he nodded resentfully.

"Well, since you don't want to..."

Yannick's eyes lit up:

"Your Highness, in fact, the feast can be..."

But in the next second, Thales raised the volume, overshadowing Yannick:

"But I'm just curious..."

I saw His Royal Highness squinting his eyes and looking at Li:

"If you're not a 'big gift', what is the gift she wants to give me?"

The interrupted Yannick's eyes moved.

"That's the scope of the personal relationship between Your Majesty and His Highness. As a servant, I don't want to inquire..." Li's expression was calm and unmoved.

"On the contrary," Thales continued, "you crossed the Sea of ​​Ending, but on behalf of Katerina, you came to meet our common enemy-eight years ago, you forged a blood feud, almost The one who caused me to hang up with her—Jane Kevin Dill to mend the relationship and restore the ally?”

Thales sighed.

"He said he wanted to give a gift, but he actually caused me trouble and embarrassment," the prince curled his lips disdainfully, "Katerina, is she worthy of me and the friendship we fought side by side?"

Li did not speak.

So Thales continued:

"Have to say, this confuses me."

"It's quite confusing." Yannick, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke and smiled at Thales.

Thales glanced at him.

This cold-blooded species really knows how to find a needle and fish in troubled waters.

"Enemies should be settled rather than tied. The national interest lies, so I have to," Li Chensheng replied, "Your Highness is wise and will be considerate."

"I understand, of course I understand, after all, I am also a grand duke now."

Thales sighed:

"There are also times when I make peace with Zhan Enxu and make peace against my will..."

But the prince changed the subject:

"But not long ago, you told Zhan En at the Battle for the Front Banquet that before the two families resume their relationship, you have to settle the 'ex-debt' first?"

As soon as this remark was made, Yannick's eyes on the other side moved slightly.

Li remained calm.

"It should be noted that eight years ago, in order to kill me, Jen betrayed his friendship with Blood Fang. Not only did he deceive Her Majesty the Queen, but he almost fell into the injustice of the Corleone family and provoked a war between the two countries."

Under the moonlight, Thales' words were extremely harsh:

"And Her Majesty's former servants, Simon, Hesta, and Chris Corleone—I guess you should recognize these people—all died in that battle, and Katerina returned home. Alone and helpless.”

Li's eyes were dead silent.

Yannick's eyes rolled.

"Not to mention that Jen has been covering Serena for the past few years and helping her escape your pursuit."

Thales smiled softly:

"With all due respect, what you and Zhan En, Blood Fang and Iris have formed is not an ordinary 'ex-debt', but a life-and-death blood feud that cannot be solved for generations."

Thales no longer looked at Li who was motionless like a stone statue, but turned to the guests on the other side.

"Jan, you know them well, tell me, how will the Corleone family you know, according to tradition, 'solve' this 'former debt'?"

Yannick smiled.

"I see."

The young—relatively speaking—the blood member slightly shook his head, looking at Thales with intriguing eyes.

"Your Highness, I think, with the Corleone family's style of "eternal bloodline", no matter how long they hibernate or how deep their forbearance is, once the time comes, they will not hesitate to take revenge..."

Li remained silent.

"For example?" Thales raised his eyebrows.

Yannick chuckled lightly:

"For example, they will do whatever they can to overthrow their enemies from their positions of power, knock down the abyss, and deprive them of everything..."

This vampire has a handsome appearance, but his words are cruel and harsh:

"This is not enough, the family, city, and territory he is in must be destroyed, so that they will be devastated and will not return to the old view..."

"It's better to make a fortune out of it, to benefit yourself, to benefit yourself at the expense of others..."

Yannik's eyes sharpened:

"In this way, Corleone can exhaust his ability to humiliate and torture before finally putting his enemy to death, if not..."

Crack!

Thales clapped his hands, and said in a tone of regret:

"If this is not the case, it is far from enough to relieve hatred!"

Yannik glanced at him, smiled slightly, bowed and said:

"Exactly."

Looking at the North Gate Bridge under the moonlight, Thales sighed slightly.

"But all of this sounds familiar," Thales murmured, "Count Li, what do you think?"

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Silence.

Deadly silence.

Finally, the stone-like Li slowly moved, and said softly:

"Forgive me for being blunt..."

As soon as Thales heard the first few words, he immediately raised his index finger and interrupted him.

"Yan, you know."

Yannik was quite cooperative when he heard the words, with a curious expression on his face, as if listening attentively.

"Selena said in the letter to me that her sister, Her Majesty Katerina, was in a state of distress in the Kingdom of the Night, busy suppressing ambitious subjects, thanks to Earl Li as a helping hand~IndoMTL.com ~Steady the situation, you can’t leave even for a moment.”

Thales stared at Li:

"But now he has left the country thousands of miles away to go to Emerald City..."

Yannick clicked his tongue just right:

"So..."

Thales sneered:

"So I think, either the situation in Kingdom of the Night has calmed down, and Earl Li no longer has to worry about the future, so he can come out to visit the mountains and rivers and discuss business with peace of mind, or..."

Yannik hummed and stared at Li without hesitation:

"Or, Earl Li's visit to Emerald City is not for other reasons, but because he has a heavy responsibility, and he is here for the national destiny of the Kingdom of the Night?"

Li did not answer immediately.

But this time, he slowly raised his head and looked sideways at Thales.

"Listen, Count Li."

Thales is serious:

"With Yannick here to witness, and for Katrina's sake, I won't go around in circles with you anymore."

The next second, Thales snorted coldly:

"Tell me, Kingdom Secret Division, no, it should be my father, what kind of benefits did His Majesty Kessel promise you, such as trading privileges, giving up Haili, helping Her Majesty to stabilize her rule, and saving the country's destiny..."

At that moment, Yannick Houllier, who was watching, had sharp eyes, as if he was calculating countless things in an instant.

"That's why you, the Corleone family, are willing to gamble with chips, risk crossing the sea, and stir up trouble as the mastermind behind the scenes, overthrowing the Duke of Iris and overthrowing the Emerald City..."

Under the moonlight and under the night, Thales' eyes are like sharp knives, and his voice is like frost:

"...Destroy Kevin Dill?"

Silence.

A long silence.

I don't know how long it took before the "Red Wing" under the Nightwing King's seat, Count Le Corleone, slowly turned his head towards the prince like a mechanical puppet.

This time, perhaps for the first time in history, he seriously...

Facing Thales squarely.