Roger walked around to the opposite side of the copy, sat directly on the tall and luxurious dark gold chair directly behind the copywriter, and then leaned on the backrest, unscrupulously put his legs on top of the copywriter, shook the wine glass in his hand, and said:

"Tell me, my dear uncle, what bad news has you brought me this time?"

Smith didn't react to Roger's extremely lazy appearance, as if he was used to it, he squinted his eyes and thought about it, and said in a low voice:

"The secret party force that stuck in the middle of the twilight forest and was unwilling to follow your advice to withdraw has completely lost contact, and if nothing else, it has been eaten by the secret party. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"You mean the radical branch of the Bruch and Moqavi tribes?" Rogoff asked with a frown

"That's right, it's them." Smith nodded.

"They are doing it to themselves," Roger sneered: "They only have one mouth, and they will call me a coward, can't they have a brain?" The current strength of our secret party can't compete with the Demon Banquet at all! ”

In the face of such frustrating words, Smith did not object: "The balance between the Demon Banquet and the Secret Party that has been deadlocked for thousands of years has been broken all of a sudden..."

After Smith said this, the study fell silent, and in the dark night, the two men sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere began to become dull and oppressive.

"Ugh..."

I don't know how long it took, Smith sighed affectionately and lonely:

"I really didn't expect that the Demon Banquet would wake up an ancestor!"

"The awakening of the Ancestors is not accidental, my dear uncle, and it is impossible for only one Ancestor of the Demon Feast to awaken," Roger shook the wine in his glass and savored it, "When was the last time the Ancestors woke up collectively?" ”

"Five hundred years ago, in the great battle that destroyed the Cappadocia and robbed them of the blood magic cultivation."

"Yes, I remember..."Roger said lightly, "The popularization of blood magic is an important turning point in the history of my blood clan from weak to strong. Therefore, every time the ancestor awakens, it symbolizes that something big is about to happen. ”

"I still have that opinion," Roger stood up with his wine glass, walked to the window, looked out the window at the bright night, and said firmly, "The awakening of the Ancestor cannot be just one of the Demon Banquet!" So, we have to be patient! Endure and endure! Endure until the ancestor of our secret family returns! ”

"I think you're right," Smith nodded, but there was still an insoluble worry in his words, "But how long can we hide?" The Demon Feast didn't declare war like we did, and it was clear that the Ancestor's power hadn't fully recovered, but once he had regained all his power before our Ancestor returned, where would we be able to hide? ”

"You need not be too pessimistic, my dear uncle!" Roger smiled elegantly and said slowly: "Since the Demon Feast Ancestor woke up, I obviously have a hunch that they didn't take us seriously at all, they didn't come for us, they should be planning something more interesting!" ”

"Since the spearhead of the Demon Banquet is not aimed at us, it naturally has the object it is aimed at," Roger walked to Smith's side and patted his hand on the shoulder of his uncle's written test: "The greater the plot, the greater the resistance, the stronger the enemy, when the time comes, we just need to work with their powerful enemies to preserve our strength, for example... Cult of the Illuminati! ”

"I know you're right, and I'm doing what you say, but I still can't accept it!" Smith raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him who led many families of the secret party, and said coldly: "Retreat in front of the Demon Banquet!" Begging for an alliance with the Cult of the Light! As the most noble blood clan in this world, and as a member of the most elegant and noble secret party, all our honor and pride have come to naught in an instant because of your decision! ”

“... You are wrong..."Roger raised his head and looked around at this study, which symbolized the supreme power of the secret party, and the place where countless glorious glories belonging to his own clan were launched, Roger sighed lonely: "Since the moment when the ancestor of the Demon Banquet first woke up, our honor and pride have come to naught, but many people have not realized it..."

Roger sighed faintly: "Honor can be the goal of doing anything, but it cannot be the means of doing anything!" Sticking to your own honor to do things, you will only be bound by your past... Everything we do now is to find back the honor that belongs to us and the pride we once had! ”

Smith stopped talking, and the study fell silent once more.

This time, it was Roger who took the lead in breaking this depression

"All right, my dear uncle," said Rogerf, looking up and drinking the wine from his glass, opened the dusty bottle, and poured himself a full glass, "Is there any other news?" ”

Smith was silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "They've found a third thing..."

Hearing the news, Roger rubbed his forehead tiredly: "Well... Anyway, it's a matter of time before I say, my dear uncle, don't you have any good news for me? ”

"No," Smith shook his head

"Is there any not-so-bad news?"

“... There's one," Smith thought for a moment, "do you remember when our stronghold in Cattoru City was attacked?" ”

"How could I have forgotten?" Roger replied: "Has the investigation of the matter already been decided?" Was it an order from the Cult of Light? ”

Smith didn't speak, but removed a thick parchment scroll from his spatial ring, put it on the copy in front of him, and said to Rogerf: "You take a closer look at this, although the things recorded on it are a bit ridiculous, but I still hope you can take a good look at it." ”

"Oh? Curiously, Roger picked up a parchment scroll in front of Smith, unfolded it in front of him, and began to read it carefully.

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In the dim light of the study, Roger sat back in the tall chair directly behind his copy, frowning, and carefully reading the contents of the parchment scroll in his hand, while Smith sat across from him, quietly waiting.

Although there was not much written on the paper, Roger looked at it for a long time, but Smith was not in a hurry at all, because he had patience.

Finally, Roger put the parchment paper in his hand on the copy, leaned back against the broad backrest, frowned, leaned over, rested his chin on the armrest with one hand, and tapped the table with the other.

“... A member of the Xitai bloodline, joined the Cult of Light, and became a priest... It's a lot of fun..."