It's been a day, and today is Saturday, a Saturday, and so even the most elite troops under the Dark Council like Deathwalker need to relax and ease the tension in their heartstrings.

In the afternoon, Loes leisurely sorted out his regular uniform, and each member of the council's direct force had a set of regular and combat uniforms. Second-class warrant officer, I guess I started from the grassroots level. Like human society, the armies of the Council of Darkness also have military ranks, from highest to lowest: Marshal, General, Lieutenant General, Major General, Brigadier General, Colonel, Lieutenant Colonel, Major, Captain, Lieutenant, Second Lieutenant, First Warrant Officer, Second Warrant Officer, First Sergeant Major, Second Sergeant Major, Third Sergeant Major, Sergeant, Sergeant, Corporal, Private of First Class, Private of First Class, Private of Second Class. There is only one marshal, who is also the Speaker of the Dark Council, and is also the supreme military commander of the Dark Council.

Looking at his military uniform, a pitch-black military uniform, tied with an armed belt, a silver olive collar badge, an epaulette sergeant plate plus two blood-red five-pointed stars, a silver inverted cross hanging on his left chest, a blood-red cross on the big-brimmed hat, and a sabre customary to the French army on his waist, tall and handsome, well, much better than the German uniform of World War II.

Looking at the faintly visible blood-red film outside the Deathwalker base outside-the enchantment, which can block sunlight, even the glass is specially made, and suddenly the hell note "beeped", and Los hurriedly rushed over to check: Monday, go to Ontario, Canada, to assist the Governor of Ontario in cleaning up the Ontario Virtuoso.

After the opening of the new shipping routes, not only the footprints of Western colonists spread all over the world, but also the blood clans, in the new continent in addition to the traditional lords of Europe, there were governors, and North America, South America, and the oceans all had satrapy districts belonging to the blood clans. And Ontario, even if it is placed in the entire Governor's District, is one of the best existences, the entire Ontario, after the opening of the new shipping route, up to now, has gathered 400,000 blood clans, and in order to manage these 400,000 blood clans, the natural governor needs a strong existence, Duke Frey Kabald, the governor of Ontario, according to Los Know, although this governor is the strength of the duke-level blood clan, but it is also the bottom existence of the duke-level blood clan, just a duke-level early stage. Los questioned whether he could manage the 400,000 Bloods, and more importantly, Duke Frey Calbard was a collateral branch of the Bruch clan, and Los understood at a glance that needless to say, nine times out of ten, it was through nepotism.

If it wasn't by nepotism, then Loes was curious about how he passed the annual year-end work report of the Inspectorate to summarize and review. You must know that Canada is divided into thirteen governorates, and the governor of each viceroyalty is served by a duke of the collateral branch of the thirteen clans of the blood clan, that is to say, I don't know how many collateral branches of the Bruch clan are staring at the chair under Frey's buttocks, but since his uncle chose to support Frey as the governor of Ontario, then there must be a reason, and this reason is likely to be obedient.

Bosses prefer obedient subordinates to competent subordinates, and this sentence is also applicable in the dark world. Now, not only the governors of Canada are watching his jokes, but even the fifty governors of the United States next door are watching the fun, that is to say, this time, they are actually going to clean up the mess for the governor.

No wonder Ontario is known as the "Land of Disorder", and such a manager will lose face even with the Bruch clan. After a comfortable bath, Los wiped his wet blonde hair and turned on the TV. "At 20:00 sharp, the evening news reported for you, yesterday, an explosion occurred in a church in San Marino, all the church personnel were killed, and after police investigation, it was a terrorist organization...... ""Boring. "Los cut the channel and replayed the French football match against Croatia. Even Shenzhou vs. Qatar is much more interesting than this news.

At this moment, there was a monotonous knock at the door. "Here, wait a minute. Los responded, getting dressed. Open the door, it's Twilight and Darlow. "The eldest sister's head, the second head. Los said hello. Twilight looked at Loth's still somewhat watery hair, and said expressionlessly, "Los, your uncle is here." "What? My uncle is here. Los asked, somewhat surprised. Prince Moya Bruch, the strong man in the late prince's period, known as the "Blood Scepter" king, the head of the Bruch clan, although he is a little infamous in the shadow of his younger brother, plus he has been focusing on clan affairs all these years and has not served in the Supreme Council, so his reputation is not as good as his two younger brothers, but, according to Loos's observation, his uncle's strength must be much stronger than that of the third uncle, and he should only be weaker than his father.

You must know that your own father, that is the existence of the pinnacle of the prince, in the blood circle, has always had the title of "pseudo-emperor" and "half emperor", it is rumored that his father has stepped into the emperor level with one foot, if his father really stepped into the emperor level, then the Bruch clan already has four emperors, at that time, the Bruch clan will become the lord of the thirteen clans.

However, this also reflects the strength of the uncle from the side, after all, he is the head of the thirteen clans, the head of the Bruch clan, so naturally he cannot be neglected. What the hell is going on? Let the uncle take time out of his busy schedule to find himself? After all, Loes is smart, and he immediately thinks that Kenneng has something to do with the Duke of Fres Calbad, the Governor of Ontario, the day after tomorrow, after all, he is the uncle who holds it in his hand.

For his uncle, Los feels that he is more like his father, his own father is in charge of everything, let alone him, even his eldest brother Sith Brooke can't see him a few times a year, let alone his second son, it seems that he inherited the strong fertility of his great-grandfather's blood ancestor Cain from generation to generation, and his father's fertility makes all the blood clans red, in addition to his eldest brother, he has seven younger brothers, a total of nine sons. Even Cain, the ancestor of the blood clan, and Lilith, the female demon clan, have only given birth to thirteen generations of ancestors.

Therefore, he is relatively high in the ranking of the nine brothers, so even his mother Xiya Gangero is full of energy, but she can't help but be a little weak, because her ranking among brothers is very embarrassing - neither the eldest son nor the youngest child, so he was raised by an uncle and aunt who only had a single seedling and a grandmother since he was a child.

It is precisely because of this that Loes has an affection for his uncle that is similar to that of his father. Follow the two out and find ten other Deathwalkers lined up outside to greet one of the most powerful kings the Blood Clan has ever seen, the Blood Scepter King Moya Bruch!

A Lincoln stretch car stopped in the barrier, and I saw a Duke of B class blood clan holding a black umbrella, holding an umbrella for an extremely handsome man about twenty years old wearing a blood-red robe, thinking that it would shade the sun, even if the sunlight could not cause harm to the prince-level powerhouse.

I saw that Mo Ya was wearing a blood-red robe inlaid with blue diamond buttons, wearing a blood-red cross with an iris on his left chest, a golden hair that belonged to the descendants of the Bruch clan was meticulously combed, and a pair of blue eyes that belonged to the Bruch clan seemed to hide the rough sea, his figure was delicate, every part was kept just right, the white skin, as if it was the most exquisite statue in the dark, the high nose bridge, thin lips, with a graceful and luxurious smile, made the majesty and affinity of the superior just right- Prince Moya Bruch, Lord of the Scepter of Blood, head of the Thirteen Clans of the Blood, Clan Bruch!

"Your Majesty the Blood Scepter. Twilight and the others knelt down on one knee as a sign of reverence. "Get up. A very seductive magnetic voice said. "Yes. Twilight and the others looked up and took a closer look at Prince Murphy Bruch, one of the most powerful kings the Bloodline had ever seen, and the Crown of Blood, the Speaker of the Dark Council, Prime Minister, and Marshal. At this moment, even the eyes of Twilight Moon, who had always looked cold, were burning with a frenzy, after all, the name of this king was signed on the "Vatican Treaty" signed between the blood clan and the Holy See of Light more than three hundred years ago, and among the many younger generations of blood clans, this king's influence has always been no less than that of Naidi.

"Uncle!" Los threw himself into Moya's arms, it was hard to imagine that a royal member of the Bruch clan, a powerful man with a knighthood who had experienced the baptism of blood, would behave like a child who had not yet grown up in front of his own parents.

"Alright. Moya caressed Loos's back and smiled like a loving father, and it was hard to imagine that Prince Moya Bruch, who did not smile in front of his own brother and his only son, could smile like this. "I'll see if you're doing and tell you something by the way. Moya laughed.

Then, Mo Ya restrained his smile, as if the smile just now was just a flash in the pan, and he walked straight to Twilight Moon and the others, who looked down at the Bruch clan crest on Mo Ya's right chest - against the backdrop of a black sun wheel, a blood-red inverted A was particularly distinct. "Your Majesty. Twilight and the others bowed slightly. "You're Twilight. Moya's eyelids drooped slightly, and her long, slender, white hands were crossed on her abdomen. "Yes. Twilight lowered her head. "I can't imagine that Berg's daughters are so old, I haven't seen him for a thousand years, and I really look like him. Moya poked her temple with her fingertips. Listening to Moya's words, Los behind him couldn't help but twitch his eyelids, sure enough, the antiques that have existed since the time of the Great Flood have a basic unit of time starting from a thousand years? Yes, the lifespan of these kings is as long as the history of mankind, and these kings have existed since six million years ago, when humans were apes.

Then, Moya smiled again: "You don't have to be too restrained, Berg and I are old acquaintances, plus we are both descendants of Cain's ancestor, you are like my son and nephew, we are blood relatives." "Yes. Twilight said. Mo Ya's words weren't close, after all, with his current height, he didn't need to be close to anyone, even if Twilight Moon was a rookie in the Blood Clan. As Mo Ya said, the thirteen clans are in the same line, and they are married to each other, you have already had me, I have you, in fact, according to human genetics, they are all close relatives, but the blood clan is not as fragile as humans, and there are any genetic diseases, the thirteen clans have long been accustomed to this in order to pursue the purity of the bloodline. Actually, this is already good, even further ago, there were not a few German orthopedics in the thirteen clans.

"You're really nice. After a long time, Moya gave an indecent smile, and then glanced at Los meaningfully. In Loos's room, Moya held a glass of 82-year-old Lafite and said with a smile: "Loos, when you go to Ontario the day after tomorrow to carry out your mission, find Frey Calbard and tell him that I made him the governor of Ontario, but not for him to be led by Mether Agus of Quebec, if he doesn't want to do it, I think many people will be happy to take over his unplaced, and tell him that in a month, I don't want to hear any more words about the Holy Virgen in Ontario." With that, the red wine in the goblet in Moya's hand slowly turned into ice.

"Yes. Loes bowed his head.