The young man lowered his head and remained silent, but although he couldn't see the expression on his face, Al could still feel that he was suppressing the dissatisfaction in his heart.

"I'm also thinking about the organization, and I believe Lancelot will definitely have a way." Al said as he walked into the hall, and Mordred, who was following him, glanced at the young man who was bowing his head and brushed past him, and Mordred whispered to him, "Galahad, you should really learn from Lancelot how to keep love from being written on his face." ”

Galahad looked up sharply as Al and Mordred's backs disappeared through the first door to the godfather's office. Galahad no right to step forward and ask, as his golden pupils shimmered with an angry red glow, and he glared at the carved black wooden door and cursed to himself, "Half-blood bastard who only causes trouble." ”

The first door leads to Father Bramm's office, and Al walks to the office door and stops, where Mordred helps him straighten up and down again. As Mordred straightened Al's neckline, Al's lips twitched and he said, "Take care of that grumpy imp." Mordred did not answer, but took out a white handkerchief, polished the black crystal brooch on his chest, and then stepped aside before bowing and saying, "Yes, young master." ”

Al knocked on the door three times, a majestic and familiar voice sounded from behind the door, Al gently pushed the door open, Mordred bowed deeply to the door, and then got up to leave when the door closed. As he walked through the hallway to the first door, the phone in his pocket vibrated with a sound. He pulled out his phone and saw that the name "Lancelot" was displayed on it, and he held out his finger and clicked the refuse button. "Lance, you need to wait a little longer." Mordred said in his heart.

In his office, Godfather Bram was flipping through a thick old book, his hand slowly turning over the yellowed pages, and his attention did not divert from the old book, but while looking at the book, he said, "How is Milano's business?" Al: "One qiē is normal. ”

Braim beckoned him to come closer to the table, "Do you know the book?" Al stepped forward and looked at the strange writing densely written on the yellowed pages, "Is it an extinct ancient script?" Braim: "Yes, it's a Gunnion script, and now there are no more than ten people in the world who can interpret it." Al: "What's written on it?" Braim: "The name of this book is 'The Oracle', which is a book of prophecy left by Gruegins, a book of fifty-seven volumes, and mine is the thirty-second volume, which predicts the coming of the 'age of steam'. ”

Al: "Oh? Is there really a 'Book of Prophecy' in the world that only exists in legends? Braim's hand slowly rested on the page: "Of course. There is nothing impossible in this world. For example, 'our storage zài'. Al asked, "Are you going to find 'our save' in this book?" "The 'Black Godfather' looked at Al with his red eyes that seemed to be forever thinking, ordinary people's minds could never escape Bremm's red eyes, so they would never meet the eyes of the 'Black Godfather' at him, but Al was an exception, he always calmly faced Brem's eyes, and never dodged for a minute.

At this moment. His blue eyes, glowing with a bewitching red glow, met Bream's gaze. It's like a simple child staring at something new. Braim narrowed his eyes with a faint fatherly smile on his face: "Oh! Yes. My dear child, you know that the greatest question in a person's life is 'how I was born'. The same is true for me, and I want to find the answer to the 'Creator' who created zào our race. ”

Al: "You found it in this book?" Bram shook his head: "It's like we can only exist in the dark forever." Whether it is history or the oracle, what I have always given is 'silence'. "If this is a fate or a curse arranged for us by the Creator, have you never thought of changing it?" Al said in a tentative tone.

Braim's red palette carries the sagacity of a wise man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life: "My young child, when you have seen the passage of thousands of years, you will understand that not a single qiē will be 'changed' because of 'change'. "But—" Al paused, as if for a moment, before he said, "what about my 'change'?" Didn't you 'change' for the sake of 'change'? ”

Bram closed the page and looked at Al, who was still as pure as a child, "I do think the world should change, but the time is not yet ripe. As the heirs of my own blood, the merciful Creator has given us absolutely sufficient time, so don't rush things up, children. ”

Al understood what Bram meant, but he didn't follow his words as usual: "Father, the reason why I keep fighting the 'Vampire Hunters' is related to the plan I mentioned to you before. I hope you will be able to see that the Vampire Slayer is now vulnerable and that we have what it takes to make our plans happen. Bram looked at Al and felt that he was like a boy in his rebellious youth, and his words were full of idealized innocence and irresponsibility.

Bram touched his chin and said, "Your plan?" Kill 'Mario. Corleone's radical change of Mafia's 'duality'. My child, your ideas are too simple and naïve, I have told you that we are the 'silence' of history, the darkness is our destination, the light does not belong to us, we need the 'puppet' who walks in the sun like the 'White Godfather'. ”

Al then bent down and put his hands on the edge of the table, and said in a tone that bordered on contempt: "Not only do you not consider your bloodline noble, but you think that you are very lowly, the 'White Godfather' and the 'Vampire Hunter' are both able to walk in the sun, while you and your people can only be their shadows. Bream retracted his relaxed expression when he heard Al's words, and said in a deep voice with a sense of shock, "My child, are you challenging me?" ”

Al smiled wickedly at this time: "You belong to the darkness, but I am different. Bream's brow furrowed, "Do you know what you're talking about?" Arr: "Father, you know that I hate the 'Vampire Hunters' more than any 'pureblood' in the clan, and this hatred keeps me awake at night, how I hope that one day I can gain the power to wipe out all the 'Vampire Hunters', but the 'White Godfather' in your mouth, the 'puppet under the sun' is thwarting my plans everywhere, Father, I have come today to try again and ask you to promise me to use the power of the family to unify 'Mafia'." (To be continued......)