Chapter 14: The Lion and the Unicorn
Back at Moritty's house, there were groups of newcomers in the hoods standing at the corner of the street, all of whom looked very young, and the average age was no more than twenty-one.
Interestingly, when Su Aya walked towards Mority's house, young people often came up to block the way, and after she took out the spirit rhino and the dragoon, these young people acquiesced to Su Aya's identity as the boss, and their faces retreated.
Su Aya: "It seems that the gun is more effective than me."
Raven whispered, "No one can take on a new boss in a day."
Su Aya: "You too?" ”
Raven replied, "Me too, unless you can prove ......"
Boom----
Su Aya kicked open the door, and in the night, the moonlight penetrated into the room with a thin mist, reflecting one of the pairs of blood-red eyes, which were the eyes of the old hunters, and they were the characteristics of the heirs who devoted themselves to the blood clan's reserves.
"Ahh Let me see." Su Aya touched her chin, held the spirit rhino in her hand, and swept over the group of slender "hunters" who looked like monsters, "What are you still doing in Moritty's room?" The smell on my body is disgusting. Moritty is dead! Died at the hands of the Bloods, and when he was seriously injured, he let a group of ghouls gnaw until there were no bones left! ”
For a moment, the old hunters in the room stood up in unison.
They have anger, disdain, arrogance and contempt on their faces.
The white crow frightened Su Aya's rude behavior and didn't dare to gasp.
And Su Aya was straight to the point, with a very clear purpose, raising her hand to show the young hoods behind her.
"Look at these newcomers, they don't even recognize who the leader is."
"They don't know who killed their teacher."
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to do."
"It's like a lost lamb who forgets that he's still a wolf."
Su Aya's voice became louder and louder one sentence after another.
"Your all-powerful George Moritty is dead! Died at the hands of a bloodied earl three hundred years ago, in 1588, did any of the old hunters present have lived through this era? ”
No one answered her, as if when the news of Moritty's death spread, the hood, who was still in the throes of reform, was originally a newborn who was going to struggle out of his mother's womb, so that this sudden fetal movement made Moritty's death completely aborted.
Su Aya explained the truth of the matter clearly: "You all know the reason for the martial law in the whole city."
"The grandson of the previous Prime Minister Edward Stanley died at the gunpoint of Moritty for no other reason, and Stanley Jr. received the blood of disgrace from an adult, and that adult was a woman."
His eyes swept over the group of old hunters, but a total of seven members of the Council of Elders all avoided Su Aya's gaze, as if the woman's eyes were hiding poisonous snakes.
"So, in Earl William's time, who had such great power to give him such a noble status and rank of blood?"
Still no one answered her, but the answer was coming out, in the history of England, at the very beginning of the Witch Hunter hunt. There is a woman whose relationship with a vampire cannot be ignored even if it is thrown into the long river of history.
Mary I.
She was so dazzling, as the ruler of England and Ireland,
Originally, Su Aya would not have associated this history, but George Moritty's real name happens to be an analogy puzzle.
George Downing.
George Moritty.
George Andrew.
Although these foreign names can make Su Aya's head dizzy, it is clearly a feature of the mystery.
Under the entanglement of fate, they have a delicate connection.
By analogy. Think back to two of the most confusing queens in history, including Mary I.
The Queen of Scotland, who also happens to be called Mary, is the queen of France. There is ample opportunity to meet that dragon witch. Coincidentally,
Marie-Stuart was the cousin of Queen Marie of France.
Queen Stuart, a fervent supporter of the old Catholic Church in England and believing that the souls of young girls could drive away old age and sluggishness, burned more than 300 people at the stake during her reign.
Mention here.
She has a well-known alias.
Bloody Mary.
Su Aya: "The devil is with him. It comes with a little girl, and it goes with a little girl."
At Falkland House, her father learned of her birth and uttered the prophecy.
As soon as these words came out, the old hunters' faces changed in unison, as if the blood contract in their bodies had turned into a bone with bones everywhere, and before they could pronounce the true name of the Blood Queen, they had already been restricted by the blood contract, and they wanted to tear the disrespectful person in front of them to pieces.
The muzzle of the dragoon swept by, and the eight "antique-level" old hunters at the moment had their murderous intentions, and their eyes were full of fierce light, but they didn't dare to attack.
"Mary-Stuart. Judging by your reactions, I guessed right." Su Aya's tone was cold, and her eyes were sharp. This old witch, who has lived for more than 300 years, has made you forget the glory and courage of being human......"
"Impudent! How dare you call that adult by his name! "From the old hunter came a discordant voice.
Bang-----
Su Aya pulled the lever of the Winchester dragoon, looked at the bloody limbs on the sofa, and looked at the corpse of the old hunter who was noisy just now, due to the gradual restoration of the physique of the blood clan.
Bang-----
The huge recoil pushed her back two steps, stepped on the threshold, and continued to pull the rod to shoot.
Bang-----
Shotguns rained down on the Blood Hunter's body, shattering the scattered severed limbs into a bloody froth.
Bang-----
The muzzle of the gun spewed out a wave of heat to lift her antler hat, and when the old hunters saw the appearance of the new boss, they saw the appearance of the antler hat after the shadows had dispersed, and the man named Ailin was smiling brightly at them.
Su Aya: "Gunshots! Thunderous gunshots are the language of George Moritty! If you have a question, I think that's his answer! ”
At this time, this group of old hunters realized that the little girl in front of them and Moritty were the same kind of people, if there was still half a hesitation in her heart, and even the idea of biasing towards the blood clan, she would not hesitate to pull the trigger and smash herself to pieces.
"Enough!" Another old hunter from the Council of Elders stepped forward. That's enough! Boss! That's enough! ”
Bang-----
Su Aya blew away the green smoke from the muzzle of the gun, looking innocent: "You told me to stop?" If I don't kill him, wouldn't it seem that I am very faceless? ”
It wasn't until an old hunter at the level of cultural relics in the Council of Elders turned into blood under Su Aya's gun that this group of "wild dogs" who had lost their "head wolf" found a little self-consciousness.
"What can we do?"
"It's not just status, money, status!"
"Not even the blood in the body belongs to you!"
"What can we do?!"
"You demon who only slaughters your fellow citizens!"
"Mority too, from the very beginning of the reform of the hood proposal, he never thought about the consequences!"
"In front of them...... We're as fragile as babies."
For a while, the emotions that the old hunters had suppressed for a long time burst out, they were no longer human, they were just attached to the flesh of the blood clan, and the undead should have died a long time ago.
All eyes are focused on Su Aya, with accusations and hopes. The eyes of the young hoods behind him were blazing, as if they wanted to show their strength. It's a big deal.
"You are capable of committing unconscionable atrocities, like Charles, the Lionheart, who slaughtered more than 2,000 heretics in the city of Acre, but praised him as a brave commander." Su Aya re-raised the morale of the hood, "This is not a battle record with a bright face, just like the work you did for the blood clan in the past. ”
"But......" Su Aya changed her words. I'm going to leave this lion behind for the unicorn to go with it, recalling your original intention of setting foot in the hunt! ”
Suyana was in her pocket, wearing Moritti's large trench coat, and under her slightly slender figure, she couldn't match the exaggerated outfit at all. But...... The power of language is immeasurable.
"Fight against evil cults and exterminate demons. Noble chivalry."
The fifty or so hunters present quietly listened to the speech of the new leader.
"Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale says the same!"
"The nightingale's beautiful song, which heals wounds and bones, and the flesh and bones of the living dead, moved the king with its song, and became the king's favorite. But it wasn't long before a beautiful artificial bird with a beautiful sound gained more compliment, and the nightingale flew away. However, when the king's life is threatened by death, the artificial bird can't sing a single note."
Su Aya's expression was fanatical, describing fairy tales in thick and colorful colors.
"Only real nightingales. A real hood is what drives away death."
Behind Su Aya, the white crow's eyes lit up, and he couldn't suppress the faint excitement in his heart. It seems that between three words, language, as the best catalyst, has made her blood burn!
[The lion and the unicorn will become the new badge of the hood. 】
[This pattern also has another meaning. 】
[It is the insignia of the British Army Intelligence Service, MI6. 】
It's like a demagogic spell, when the white crow saw Su Aya, he felt incredible. She recalled the letters that Mr. Moritty had frequently sent back to Yingju. Among them, there are also a few short descriptions when I first came into contact with Su Aya.
"She was a wonderful girl, well-informed and tactful, and she usually did not speak a word of truth, but ...... From every word and deed, there is an irresistible persuasiveness and dominance."
Su Aya is a very important step in the plan.
"You may both be blood slaves of Queen Mary's direct family, and I want to talk to her. Prepare me with decent clothes and arrange my trip."
Immediately after, Su Aya headed for Moritty's alchemy workshop. She looked at the tobacco leaves piled up in a warehouse, and her heart was so sure that everything seemed to be under control.