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"That's pretty good...... Wang Zong could only smile helplessly when he heard this, he could be sure of one thing: today's Akado has indeed changed greatly from the arrogant, cruel, ignorant of the world, and the daughter of the blood clan who regarded humans as pigs and sheep when they first met. But this change cannot simply be called a change from evil to good, and it is true that Accardo has become more cunning, more charismatic, more able to grasp the hearts of the world, knows how to forbear, and knows how to use many flexible means, but it is undoubtedly absurd to say that she would be willing to be a selfless and dedicated International Red Cross worker.

However, Wang Zong is a reincarnation, and he has only been able to return to the world of ghosts and gods in the past ten years, so he doesn't know the situation of Akado at all, and he always has a sense of seeing flowers in a fog about her character, but the other party has enough understanding of his character and can always eat him to death.

This is also the difference in the personalities of the two sides, Wang Zong's will is firm enough, no matter how many changes he has experienced, he has always remained true to his heart and principles, which is an advantage, but it also makes it easy for people who are familiar with him to grasp his mentality and behavior pattern. On the other hand, Akado's personality never seems to be truly stereotyped, just like a mysterious elf from the deepest darkness, whether it is love or hate, hatred, hatred, or desire, it is difficult to fathom.

So he didn't know what to say about this for a while, so he paused and asked, "Most of these staff members seem to be ordinary people, but eight of them have an abnormal aura, and they are all your subordinates?"

"Not all of them, some of them are Van Helsing's men. That guy is now the head of the Royal Order of the British National Knights, and he has the title of earl. A hint of surprise and admiration flashed across Acador's face. "But they're all very good at hiding themselves, and you can tell them all at once. It's not easy!"

"But none of them are strong, and they all seem to be good at disguise. Wang Zong's eyebrows furrowed slightly. "So they're just a cover for you, and you're in trouble?"

"Is it troublesome? huh...... It's normal for me to be in trouble, isn't it a strange thing to have not?" Akado's expression changed slightly, as if she remembered something unpleasant, but then she showed a charming smile again, leaning into Wang Zong's ear, spraying a tingling aroma, "I know you have a strong sense of induction. But I don't know if your insight is also more mundane. Now, can you immediately guess where my main trouble is coming from? If you do, I'll give you a kiss!"

"Let's guess later......" Wang Zong's mind was not on this point now, he continued to distinguish the breath of everyone around him, but he didn't seem to be the person he was looking for, so Chi asked: "You are alone now, without ......"

"Didn't you have a child?" Akado then finished his sentence for him, and snorted softly, "Don't worry, I'll just let him go out and do something." You'll see him in a while. You have to be considerate of the hardships of a single mother raising a child alone, if you don't let him do something for me since I was a child, how will I live this life?"

"Let him help with things......" Wang Zong heard these words in his ears, and there was really an indescribable strange feeling in his heart. When he left the world of ghosts and gods before, the child had not yet been born, and now he is about eight years old at most. If you consider that half-breeds grow longer than normal humans, they may even appear younger. What can such a young child do?

"So. What did you name him?"

"Mislia...... In Hebrew, the name means 'king of the world' or 'one who is close to God,'" Acardo smiled, "Well, that's a good name, isn't it?"

"Very good name...... "Unconsciously, he has left his own blood in this world, Wang Zong has mixed tastes for a while, and he has a feeling of being separated from the world, and he doesn't know what to continue to say.

As he spoke, his gaze kept looking around, not letting go of even the slightest abnormality, and finally his eyes fell on an operating table in a tent, and he asked, "There is no mirror, is it the trouble caused by the blood prince I killed earlier?"

The last time Wang Zong went to Europe, he encountered the Prince of the Rui Moer Clan, and was trapped in the "Mirror Labyrinth" to deal with, and he made a huge breakthrough from it and was promoted to a celestial, so he was deeply impressed. At this time, I saw that the shadowless lamp on the operating table did not set up multiple mirrors to refract the light, but used multiple lamps instead, and there was not a single mirror in the entire Red Cross stronghold, and I immediately became aware.

"I knew you would be able to guess!" Akado nodded happily, moistened his lips and kissed Wang Zong's side cheek, "To be exact, it's that guy's mistress, a vicious, hypocritical, narcissistic, lascivious, stalkerous woman in the world!"

"Who's that woman?"

"Have you ever heard of 'Bloody Mary'?" asked Acador, gritting his teeth.

"Oh, that sounds like a famous person, and that person is also the Prince of the Blood Clan?"

Even if Wang Zong didn't know much about the Western cultural background, he knew that "Bloody Mary" was a well-known cocktail in the West, an ancient and terrifying legend, and a mysterious and dangerous psychic game.

Legend has it that Bloody Mary was a noblewoman in medieval Europe who brutally killed countless maidens in her castle and bathed herself in their blood to keep herself young. In addition, there is a similar horror story: if a person faces the mirror at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, turns off all the lights, lights only the candles on both sides of the mirror, concentrates his mind, and silently recites "I believe in Bloody Mary" three times in his heart, he can summon the evil spirit in the mirror and ask it to fulfill his wishes, but the person who does this game usually does not end well.

Now it sounds like this Bloody Mary should undoubtedly be a member of the Blood Clan, and the one who can cause great trouble for Accator is likely to be a Blood Prince.

Accardo snorted coldly, and said stupidly, "That woman is not a prince, she is not Cain at all, but the first generation of Judah's new blood, born in the sixteenth century, this slut originally wanted to seduce my father, but unfortunately my father was not interested in her, so she later hooked up with the prince of the Remor tribe, Karlaxus." Of course. Her real purpose is only for the other party's spiritual magic and soul ring, and now the soul ring is in my hands. The woman was haunted by this again and again. ”

"I see, then she is very powerful?" Wang Zong nodded. He is not surprised that the other party is also a Judah blood clan but has a hard time with Akado, just because the Cain blood clan is not divided into two factions, the Demon Banquet and the Secret Party, and in the long life of the blood clan, betrayal and division are not particularly rare.

Acador shook his head: "That woman doesn't dare to face me directly, but she is as defenseless as a mouse in the gutter!

You must know that the "Ru Blood Scroll" is divided into three volumes, and the core of my father's part is 'life and martial arts', and the highest secret is 'immortal body'. The other two sections are 'Soul and Magic' and 'Faith and Divinity'. Elizabeth got the volume 'Faith and Divinity', so she founded the Bloody Mary cult, and even the castle she lived in was set in a false mirror world, in addition to this, she should have obtained a lot of spiritual magic from Carl Laxus, which could hypnotize others from a distance through the mirror. The more popular her game is, the stronger she will be. China is relatively good, but there are already some boring and stupid daughters in some cities like Shanghai who have started playing Bloody Mary games, and I still can't take it lightly. ”

"So to speak. Her strength lies in the mirror world established by the cult faith. Wang Zong thought for a moment, and then said: "Then if you want to kill her, you have to enter her world." ”

Judging from the legend of Bloody Mary, this cult has almost no complete set of doctrines and organizational forms. Relying on this to gather faith is only an evil way within an evil way, and there is almost no possibility of achieving a true God. However, the doctrine is unclear, and the organization is unclear. Relying solely on mystery and curiosity to attract people also has its advantages, that is, it is difficult to stop. The more forbidden it is. There may be more people who play out of curiosity.

As for the other party's ability to form a pseudo-god domain like the "mirror world", it is mostly a trick. Just because there was a mirror since it began. When people face the mirror, they will inevitably have the illusion and imagination that there is another world behind the mirror, and this kind of idea may come together to form a natural divine domain similar to the "Sword Realm", but the will and belief contained in it are far less firm and pure. Elizabeth took advantage of this to take advantage of the formation of the Divine Domain.

Wang Zong had to worry about entering Anubis's Divine Domain, but when he entered her Mirror World, he didn't need to have any worries at all, as long as he entered, there was a high possibility that her Pseudo-Divine Domain would be completely destroyed.

"The woman was unusually cautious and suspicious, and would not venture into her world with no one of unknown depths. Akado smiled coldly, "Forget it, that woman is just a little more capable of tracking, and I need to prevent her from leaking my whereabouts to the secret party and the people of the Demon Banquet." In the past few years, due to the growing weakness of the Holy See, the secret party and the demon banquet have been frantically expanding their power, which has made me feel more and more headaches. ”

In this world, how powerful the secret party of the blood clan and the demon banquet were, Wang Zong had already fully understood from Du Moskang. Among them, the power of the secret party lies in the Freemasonry, a religious, open and mysterious, large and loose organization, which looms on almost every page of modern Western history. This organization is not even taboo to claim to be a descendant of Cain (of course, in the knowledge of ordinary people, Cain is not equal to the ancestor of the bloodline)!

Many of the world's most famous people and politicians are Freemasons, including members of European royal families, members of the aristocracy, and many presidents of the United States. Some believe that Freemasonry is an elite organization that controls the world, while others say that financial monsters, including the Rothschilds, are members of it. Its style has a strong secret party style, and the core of the blood clan leader hides deep behind the scenes, secretly controlling the politics, technology, and culture of the human race, and constantly absorbing the principle of human elites as descendants. The resources, spells, and even technology they have at their disposal are unimaginable, and many elites such as wizards, alchemists, scientists, military strategists, and politicians who have nominally been dead for a long time have actually been absorbed by them as descendants of the blood clan to serve them.

As for the Demon Banquet side, although the sphere of influence is far less extensive than that of the secret party, its actions and ideas are more cruel and radical, and the Black Death, which almost wiped out Europe in history, is a great purge of mankind that they initiated. Now Germany in Europe is completely under the control of the Devil's Banquet. And it has infiltrated Italy, France, Spain and other countries, and even Japan in the Far East. They seem to have mastered terrifying techniques such as mass-crafting newborn bloods, legions of the living dead with intelligence, unseen ghost troops, and more. A terrible war is brewing, after God has completely stopped caring for the world. Let the Bloods truly become the rulers of the world, and formulate a new order to divide humanity into several classes according to race: servants, slaves, consumables, high-quality livestock, and low-quality livestock.

Compared with the power and ambition of the Cain bloodline, Count Dracula, who was famous for his murder, was almost equivalent to a country landlord who was hurt and trapped in the city.

As he spoke, Wang Zong suddenly felt a resonant pulse in his blood, his heartstrings shook slightly, and he immediately looked in a certain direction.

"Huh. You sense he's coming, right?" Akado chuckled sly, suddenly, "Otherwise, you can avoid it for a while, and I'll talk to my son first." ”

"Okay......" With three points of helplessness and seven points of expectation, Wang Zong took a step back, although the person was obviously still in the tent, but it suddenly gave people a feeling of retreating into the void, with the light and dust, imperceptible.

"Mom. The medicine still couldn't be delivered, and they scolded me and beat me......"

With a rather milky voice, a little boy who appeared to be no more than nine years old and was wearing a ill-fitting Red Cross overalls burst into the tent.

The Red Cross has also adopted many orphans. And trained orphans to volunteer since childhood, so there are a few half-old children in this group of workers, but this boy still looks a little younger.

His head is dark brown. Some natural volumes, that's characteristic of mestizos. A pair of large brown and black eyes are surprisingly bright and flexible, so that people ignore his somewhat tall and thin body compared to his peers. However, his beautiful and childish pink face now has a few obvious bruises and abrasions. It seems that he has just been beaten, and there are several brownish stains on his clothes, which emit a stench, and it seems to be smashed from cow dung.

"Oh?" Akado had already put on his eyes again, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, the previous soft and cunning temperament had been swept away the moment the little boy stepped into the tent, she stretched out her slender and graceful hand, straightened the boy's clothes, and asked, "Did you fight back?"

"I didn't, I just escaped in a 'normal' way. The boy blinked, and suddenly another surprising light flashed in his eyes, "But they really don't know what to do, I really want to fight back!"

"But you shouldn't fight back, and they don't deserve to fight back, you have to endure it, no matter how hard they beat and scold you, you have to endure it!

"Having figured it out, I learned the truth from a shepherd boy with half a French loaf of bread. The boy nodded, "Because the villages in that area believe in the plague god, and believe that sickness is the punishment of the plague god, they can only worship the plague god and ask for forgiveness, and it is a blasphemy for them to send them medical supplies."

There is only one temple in the plague temple there, and his words also represent the will of the plague god, when the people there get sick and when they are cured, it is all up to him to decide, and those who offend him will all be infected with strange diseases and die miserably, so that person is the culprit who hinders me from doing things!"

"Then, if you want to take revenge, you should go to that person, not to those ignorant and pathetic villagers. Acador nodded, and asked, "Are you sure you're going to deal with him?"

"I have learned that this person was originally an orphan abandoned in a dung pit, adopted by a dung picker, and when he grew up, he also picked dung for a living all year round, soaked in the dung pit all day long, and his body smelled terrible, and was despised by the villagers. More than ten years ago, he suddenly contracted a strange disease, covered in black rotten spots, and the stench could be heard for miles. The villagers couldn't bear it anymore and drove him out of the village, but soon after, many people in the village suddenly contracted the same strange disease as him and festered to death. The people in the village went to the nearby plague temple to worship the plague god, but now he not only did not die, but also became a temple blessing, and there were two more black spots under his eyes, which were exactly the same as the four-eyed plague god in the temple. And the healing elixir he gave to the villagers was the feces and urine he pulled out on the spot, or the thick phlegm he spit out. The villagers who were willing to take it were saved, but the villagers who refused to take it died, and it was from this that he established his prestige in the villages in that area.

In this way, this person was originally an ordinary person, just favored by the gods, and should not have any experience in fighting with people, but could just use some divine arts. I should be able to kill him, but I'll need to do a little bit of preparation to make sure it's safe. ”

When talking about these, the boy looked like a cold, thoughtful killer, but after finishing speaking, he suddenly shrunk his body, and each of them suddenly became a head shorter, and his originally thin body suddenly became chubby, from the original ** years old to only three or four years old, and the bruises on his face disappeared, wearing a wide overalls, especially giving people a cute feeling.

It turned out that his real appearance was actually only three or four years old, but by stretching his bones, he could pretend to be ** years old, and the bruises on his face were actually caused by the partial concentration of blood in his body, and the original injuries had already healed.

Relieved of his unnatural state, the boy stretched his waist and seemed much more comfortable, and changed into a childish tone, and pleaded pitifully to Accado: "Mother, I am hungry!"

"I've told you many times, Misria!" Accator's soft tone, but with an unmistakable majesty, "You can't reveal your true face to anyone else, do you think there is no one else here?"

The boy's body trembled suddenly, like a fried cat, and Akado's hint had already made him feel that there was still Wang Zongcun in the tent.

The next moment, the wide overalls on the boy's body suddenly exploded, and Wang Zong on the side only felt that his face was dark, and a large piece of rag had completely covered his ears and eyes, and the boy was like a raging leopard, swooping down on him.

In the rags in the sky, the boy's body is like the wind, his shots are like electricity, and his fists, feet and claws are not far from Wang Zong's vital points, although there is no discipline in his shots, but he is surprisingly smart, fast, ruthless, and accurate. His originally white and tender little hands actually grew three-inch claws, and the green tendons on them were dense, like ghost hands. His body seemed weightless, boneless, like a dangerous spirit dancing wildly.

"This kind of education...... Seem...... It's too harsh!" Wang Zong could only shake his head and sigh for a while, while casually taking the boy's attack.

As he spoke, the boy's right hand swelled, stretching two or three times in an instant, like a soft whip, sweeping towards Wang Zongmian with a piercing sonic boom that broke the air.

Wang Zong avoided his neck slightly, but his neck was affected by the fist storm, but it was inexplicably hot.

Although this effect was negligible to him, Wang Zong judged in an instant that the consequences of this power acting on an ordinary person would be within half a second, and a trace amount of blood in that person's carotid artery would suddenly boil, steam, and explode, although the power of the explosion was very small, it was undoubtedly enough to blow up a person's carotid artery.

This seems to be the unique ability of blood manipulation unique to the Bloodline, but with the addition of the unique effects caused by the ability to control the temperature and fire, it is a ruthless killer move to use it suddenly.

"My education will at least ensure that he will survive in the most cruel circumstances. "Also, I have to make sure that he doesn't become my weakness or your weakness in the future." A person with a weakness, no matter how strong he is, will die quickly, just like my father, isn't he?"

"This ......" Wang Zong opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond for a while.

From the answer between the two, the boy also seemed to feel that the relationship between the man in front of him and his mother was extraordinary, and the killing intent was greatly reduced, but the other party was like dealing with an ordinary child, and his always understated posture made him feel particularly angry, which aroused his more vigorous competitiveness, making him eager to show himself, so the shot did not ease, but became more intense.

It seemed that because of the distraction from the conversation with Acador, Wang Zong's hand slowed down, and the boy who jumped in the air suddenly grabbed his left wrist.

"Got you!"

In the boy's left and right eyes, a strange light like the sun and the moon suddenly flashed away, and then Wang Zong's left hand, suddenly a large number of blood-red ice picks pierced the skin, scrambling to break out.