When the bats poured in through the crack in the open door, Boudal was pouring a large bowl of wine into his mouth. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was six o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun on the prairie was setting earlier than elsewhere, but the lights in the hall had already been lit earlier, so the room did not look dark. Boudar squinted his eyes and looked around at his hands twisted into a toast, squeezing the liquor in his mouth into his throat little by little.

It's all fools, he thought, but fools are cuter than smart people—at least more than people who think they're smart. He had lived for more than fifty years, and he already knew that there were many things in this world that could not be predicted. But there is only one thing that Boudal can be sure of, and that is that he will never die at the hands of a smart man. That's right, he hates smart people. Those guys always hide their intentions behind smiling faces, and their eyes are slick trying to fool you with words and words. But this did not work for old Boudal, because he would cut off their heads before they could speak. Oh, smart man. Smart people are no different from bandits, the only difference is that bandits know that they will go to hell when they die, while smart people are always dreaming. They think they've created something, but they're just making the world worse; Politics? Law? That's all a trick played by smart people. Boudar built a city modeled after them, and the results were not bad. He thought it was a brilliant mockery, but didn't know who to show it off.

"I've kept you waiting, Lord Boudal."

Boudar looked up at the sound, where a swarm of bats was converging on the adult form. A moment later, a handsome middle-aged man with a pale face appeared there.

"Don't use 'Your Excellency' to address a bandit leader." Boudar raised his glass: "That's the name of a civilized person, do you think I look like a civilized person?" ”

The middle-aged man - it is difficult to describe it that way, for the appearance of such creatures does not reveal their age - greeted Boudal with a smile, and walked to the seat next to Boudal at his motion, where the rest of the bandits around him looked at him as nothing.

"Civilization is nothing but the laws that have been accumulated by mankind for a long time as the cornerstone." He gently pulled the chair next to Boudal and sat down slowly, saluting him: "In this city, you are civilization. ”

His words drew a burst of laughter from Boudal.

"Although the smell of blood on your body makes me sick, what you say is quite insightful." Budar looked the visitor up and down: "What's your name?" ”

"My name as a human being was Percy Davide." The vampire bowed slightly: "My people and I have just moved into the city of Budar not long ago, and I have come to convey our kindness to you on behalf of our people. ”

"Boudar never needed kindness." Boudar raised his glass: "You don't need my permission to come and go. ”

"But in any case, you gave us a place to live." Percy respectfully said, "You know, the people out there are going on a racial persecution against us. ”

"I don't know what 'persecution' is – it doesn't have that word in the dictionary of bandits." "But as far as I know, there are people in your community who get along well with people outside," said Boudal. ”

"That's a bunch of traitors, heretics." Percy was disdainful: "They call themselves 'New Bloods', advocate peace with other races, and even try to use drugs to curb their blood-sucking urges - which is undoubtedly an unconventional and anti-natural evil." ”

"But they've been recognized by people because of it. You, on the other hand, had to hide in Tibet to escape the hunt of the Seed Control Council and the Demon Hunters. ”

"It's just for a while." Percy looked indignant: "Your Excellency Boudal, I hope you will not be deceived by them like everyone else. One of the bad habits of people is that they always like to put the word 'new' in front of things in an attempt to distinguish them from the original, but this is just wishful thinking, and this kind of behavior just proves that it is no different from the original - would you call the magic lamp the new kerosene lamp? -- It's not the prefix that matters, it's the thing that follows. Since they are still Blood, they are no different from us. One day, when their patience reaches the limit, they will show their fangs. ”

Excited, Percy even stood up as she spoke. He soon realizes his gaffe and discovers that Boudal has no interest in it. He bowed and apologized for this, and slowly sat back in his seat.

"You didn't come to assert your legitimacy against me." Boudar raised his glass and squinted his eyes to the side.

"You're right, Your Excellency Boudal." Percy slowly raised his glass, "We mainly want to get a permission from you. ”

"Oh? I don't know what permission I can give you. ”

Percy placed the glass on the table, which he had only taken a sip, and said solemnly, "Quite simply, we want your permission to hunt in your city." ”

Hearing Percy's words, Boudal-

"Puff-hahahahaha-"

He seemed to have heard something funny, and let out a wild laugh so loudly that he didn't even care about the wine dripping from his mouth.

Percy stared blankly at the fifty-something bandit, and as the laughter continued, he looked around left and right. The rest of the bandits didn't even look this way, they had been unhappy with the aristocratic demeanor of the vampire from just now, and now they were just noisily pouring wine on each other.

The laughter stopped after half a minute, and Budar wiped the wine from his chin and beard with his left hand, and turned to look at the vampire: "You call that hunting?" ”

Percy looked at him bewildered.

"That's not called hunting at all. Do you understand? Hunting is a game of knives, brains, and dangerous beasts with claws and undegraded fangs. They will be in the forest, in the grassland, but never here. There are no wild beasts in the city, only domesticated domestic animals. ”

Percy was not at all interested in Boudal's theory, and he was more concerned with the hidden meaning of the passage: "You mean, we can eat those domestic animals?" ”

"Whatever. You are free to enjoy as much as you want. Budar raised his glass: "This is the city of Boudal, you can do everything you want." ”

Perth raised a glass to Boudal's generosity, but Boudal had already turned his head.

It's disgusting, he thought. These guys aren't as good as their counterparts, the "New Bloods", who sound like they're at least backbone, anyway. And the kind in front of them are just some cowards, they pretend to be elegant, but behind the smile is a cowardly heart. They did not have the courage to change or take the risk of hunting, so they could only suck the blood of their livestock. Their gesture, in Boudal's view, was more like a stablefly than a bat.

But it doesn't matter, as long as you're not smart, these little flaws are tolerable. Besides, the guy in front of him was quite good at talking, and he was willing to show off his city to this stablefly.

The wine on the table was quickly poured into his stomach, and Boudal clapped his hands to bring in new wine.

The two thieves quickly walked in with the jar and poured wine into their cups.

"Wait!"

Percy's nose moved slightly, and he squinted at the thief who was pouring the wine, "What's in this wine?" ”

Under the gaze of Percy and Boudal, the man in his thirties, twitched the corners of his mouth: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

Percy sneered and snatched the jar from his hand.

"Don't underestimate the five senses of the Blood Clan, although we don't need to eat, our sense of taste and smell is ten times that of humans." As he spoke, he filled his glass: "But it doesn't matter, all the poisons in the world won't work for us. I'll soon find out what's in there. ”

He stared at the man, tilting his head to put the liquid in his mouth from the glass.

In the next moment, he jumped up from his seat with a scream, as if he had drunk a fire.

"Ahhh And Boudal just sat in his position and looked at him motionlessly, as if looking at something interesting.

After a long time, Percy's shouts gradually became clear-

"It's so spicy!" He shouted.

It's no wonder that the Bloods have ten times the sense of taste and smell of humans. That is to say, he tasted ten times the spiciness, and it was normal for him to have such a reaction. For a while, he even turned back into a flock of bats, hovering over the hall.

The bandits around erupted in laughter.

"Did you do it?" Budar looked around at the bandits, who looked left and right and laughed. They are more or less unpleasant to Percy, and it makes sense to take the opportunity to play pranks.

"I'm really sorry, these things are used to messing around." Boudar smiled at Percy, who was back in place and still looked ugly.

"No, no, no, it doesn't matter." Percy, of course, did not dare to express his dissatisfaction, he lowered his head and hurriedly waved his hand.

"Let's move this down." Boudal beckoned to the bandit who was standing next to him watching the joke.

After sneering at Percy, the man removed the jar on the table. Another thief hurriedly walked up with the jar at his feet.

Bang - the man opened the mud seal of the wine jar.

"Well, does it still smell this time?"

Percy smiled and bowed her head to Boudar and reached her glass under the freshly opened mud seal in front of her.

His cup was quickly filled, and the bandit turned and walked over to Boudal.

The jar slowly tilted over the glass, but a hand suddenly covered the rim.

"Mr. Percy, I'm not as sensitive to taste as you are." Budar stared at the figure in front of him and spoke slowly—this was one of the bandits who had been brought to the altar together, and their eyes met in the air:"—But these eyes, like the eyes of a bandit?" ”

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Seed Management Committee: The full name is the Racial Harmony Management Committee. The Seed Management Council is a product of the second great racial integration and is composed of representatives from various ethnic groups. The scope of the DMC's affairs mainly includes: coordinating and adjudicating conflicts of interest between various ethnic groups; Educate organizations and units that disseminate racial rhetoric and punish key personnel; disseminate knowledge of racial harmony and carry out theoretical research on the process of ethnic integration; the transformation of a small number of races that support the integration of races but cannot be achieved smoothly due to racial characteristics; The very small number of races that oppose racial integration, do not want to join, and are harmful to the rest of the race.