"Oh, that's big news! Catherine couldn't help but don't do anything to you!" Miles stroked his chin with a messy beard, a surprise on his face that couldn't hide it.

Because in his impression, the Witch of Desire has always been an ambitious woman, especially for young people with potential and use value, she has always been in line with the principle of never letting go of the wrong killing, using her amazing charm to capture the other party, and then let the chess pieces in her hand play a role at the critical moment as needed.

Since he had not seen Catherine's true strength, Zhang Cheng still couldn't understand why so many people had an unspeakable jealousy and vigilance when they mentioned this beautiful woman, Kane was like this before, and Miles was like this now.

Could it be that these old guys have been played with by witches in the past, so they have left an indelible psychological shadow?

He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the sight of a few old fellows kneeling on the ground licking Catherine's toes, but he didn't show it on his face, he just curled the corners of his mouth and teased in a nonchalant tone: "Dear Mr. Councillor, please don't compare me to those fools who can only think with the lower half of their bodies. It is true that desire is a powerful force, especially men's strong possessiveness and conquest of women, which has been used almost throughout human history, and has even led to tragic wars on several occasions. But that doesn't mean it's uncontrollable, at least for people like me, no more seductive woman than knowledge. ”

"Control your desires? Are you sure you're not joking? Young man, you must have never experienced Catherine's unleashing of all her power. I promise, you'll see what I mean when you experience it. Remember, never overestimate your control, or you'll lose a lot. Miles warned in the tone of a passer-by.

"No, you're wrong. I never underestimated myself, and I never underestimated the enemy. You, on the other hand, seem to be a little too cautious, and you can even say weak. Before you can take your breath, the lords of the entire Brooklyn borough are already locked in a battle between fire and water. If it were me you, I would surely teach them all a memorable lesson at the last moment of their lives, and let everyone understand that there are authorities that can never be offended. Zhang Cheng retorted unceremoniously.

"Hahahaha! Sure enough, I am young and vigorous! Well, I admit that my mentality is old, and I can't be as decisive as when I was younger. But do you think I'm responsible for everything that's happening right now?" Miles asked with a laugh and shook his head.

When his life is coming to an end, he has long disdained to argue about anything, let alone what others think of him, and the only thing he wants to do is to deal with what happens after death.

"Could it be that there is someone else stirring up the situation in the dark?" Zhang Cheng seemed to think of something, and subconsciously frowned.

As an interloper, he only knew that the lords of Brooklyn were divided into two camps, one of them led by Catherine, the witch of desire, and the other was Kassandra, the daughter of nature, and no one knew why the two of them had a grudge against each other, and why they had to kill each other.

Miles understood the confusion in Zhang Cheng's eyes, and explained quietly: "Of course someone is stirring up the situation like that! Long before I became a congressman, there was a legend about blood and revenge circulating in New York. Guess who the protagonist of this legend is?"

"Who?" Zhang Cheng had a curious expression on his face.

Miles took a deep breath, as if caught up in some kind of memory, and described in a deep voice, "Her name is Thelma, and she is one of the first witches to follow the Dutch to the New World.

In 1614, as an exile, she established the rudiments of the North American Parliament on this land.

It is said that in the beginning, everything was so good that many of the inhabitants of the underworld who fled from Europe joined in and even cooperated with the local Indian priests.

Later, however, for unknown reasons, a fierce conflict broke out between the European colonists and the Indians, and the inhabitants of the underworld, who were hidden in the common people, also participated in it.

Some of them believed that they should use their power to exterminate the Indians and make the Europeans the masters of the land, while others believed that they should eliminate their misunderstandings and return to non-aggression.

Unfortunately, Selma falls into the latter category.

Between the doctrine of racial superiority and the colonial ideology that swept across Europe at the time, there were very few people willing to support her, and most preferred to support war with the Indians.

As a result, an ambitious man saw an opportunity to seize power, secretly plotted a perfect murder, killed all the people who supported peace, including Selma, and then resolutely went to war with the Indians for hundreds of years.

This careerist was none other than Rudolph Marcus, the second leader of the North American Parliament, known as the Scythe of Death.

To this day, his descendants still hold a very important place in Parliament.

Of course, you may ask, what does this story of conspiracy and betrayal have to do with blood and revenge?

The answer is simple, before Thelma died, she used her last power to cast a vicious curse, the content of which was that her descendants would one day return and take terrible revenge on the original betrayer.

Any offspring who ever participated in that murder will die a painful death in this revenge.

About 200 years ago, during the American Revolution, a woman who claimed to be a descendant of Thelma brazenly launched a war in the underworld.

No one knows where she came from, or where she recruited many powerful men, but in that war, the council lost nearly half of its lords and councilors, and it was only with great difficulty that the rebellion was put down, and at the same time she was greatly damaged.

However, before she died, she also swore a poisonous oath, claiming that it would not be long before Selma's descendants would rise again until the curse was completed.

For so many years, the council has not given up on tracking down Selma's descendants, but in the end nothing has been found.

Just a few months ago, I suddenly received an anonymous letter with only one sentence on it, and the revenge of blood began......"

"So you think that the chaos in Brooklyn is not because you are dying, but because Thelma's descendants are back?" asked Zhang Cheng with a twinkle in his eyes.

No one is more eager for war and slaughter than he has!

After all, the more chaotic the situation, the more he can get a glimpse of how deep the water in the underground world is, and the more knowledge and power he can gain from it.

Miles obviously didn't know that the young man standing in front of him had such a dangerous idea, and nodded with a wry smile: "I think I'm afraid so! Maybe her descendants are some lord of Brooklyn, hiding in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity, a chance to seize power and enter the council......"

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