Chapter 8: Momo of the Tongue Battle of the Demons (1)
"What, doesn't Momo think it's bad now?" Na Ze looked at Mo Mo, who was stunned with fright, and teased.
"I didn't, it's just a little surprised, but it's reasonable!" Mo Mo touched his nose and said innocently, "They have lived longer than humans, and they should have learned a lot in their long lives. Uh, I'm not saying that the Bloodclan doesn't drink blood well, that-"
Mo Mo, who was getting darker and darker, patted his head with some annoyance, and secretly blamed himself for speaking out of proportion, Na Ze didn't answer immediately, but just grabbed her hand gently: "You and me, you don't need to be careful." β
After a pause, Na Ze continued: "The blood clan will not casually suck human blood or keep blood servants in captivity without permission, and all the blood consumed is provided by the blood bank we operate. However, they enjoy privileges, but they refuse to change. β
"You suddenly rushed back to the company, has something to do with this?" Momo asked with concern.
Naze saw that Mo Mo was interested in listening and was about to explain, when suddenly there was a knock on the door, and he sighed and frowned. When Mo Mo saw it, he stretched out his hand and pressed his brow: "Don't frown, I don't like it." β
"Looks like it's really noisy over there." Naze took Momo's hand and covered his eyes, as if feeling warmth.
"I'll go with you." Momo looked tired, and suddenly felt the urge to fight side by side with him; Na Ze grabbed her hand, as if he wanted to see her through, so frightened that Mo Mo hurriedly changed his words, "If it doesn't work, forget it, I'm just talking." β
"No, I thought you weren't ready to see the other bloodlines for the time being," Na Ze's faint smile added warmth, "I'm glad you're willing to accompany me to face it, you know, it's really not a good errand." β
Mo Moxi waved his fist with a smile, looking ready for battle, and Na Ze's smile expanded a lot. Mo Mo quickly got up from Naze's lap, changed his clothes, handed the child to the servant, and walked to the conference hall with Naze with a happy face.
When Naze and Momo walked into the conference hall, the entire conference hall stood up and bowed, but the expressions on some people's faces really didn't match elegance and respect, and it was estimated that they had just choked on the noise.
Naze took Momo's hand and sat down at the chief, and said with an indifferent expression: "Please use Chinese for the meeting, continue." β
After three seconds of silence, everyone's eyes began to turn to Mo Mo beside Na Ze, so favored, it seems that this should be the prince and wife of the Fanzhuo clan, with a good temperament, but as a human being, what is she doing?!
Receiving everyone's curious or inquiring eyes, Momo turned to Naze and cast a look asking for help. Na Ze smiled and squeezed her hand, and whispered in her ear: "Last time was the banquet of our Fanzhuo clan, everyone is familiar with you, today there are some representatives of various clans, my Momo is the best, they look at you, you just look back." β
That's fine, Mo Mo muttered quietly, but it's all here, and he can only watch it. She thought that Na Ze's words were right, so she turned her head and looked at the people seated, the one on the left was wearing the traditional clothes of the nobility, and the one on the right was wearing suits and leather shoes, but they were all handsome men and beautiful women.
"Your Highness Fan Zhuo, our Bruch clan does not agree to continue this proposal, this proposal is an insult to our blood clan." A man with a long yellow beard on the left said impatiently.
As soon as he finished speaking, another woman in a long black dress on the left immediately said, "Oh, dear, you can really represent the opinion of the Bruch clan?" It is said that even humans know how 'harmonious' the Bruch clan is! β
A sharp sneer immediately came to mind: "Oh my God, the artists from Toledo are here too, I thought you would only be passionate about the sketchpad and the piano!" β
Mo Mo looked at the nobles on the left, and couldn't help pouting, thinking that it was the same as the debate competition, wearing the same clothes was a faction, and it turned out that there were internal contradictions after a long time.
"Silence!" The red-clothed man who was close to Naze's left finally couldn't hold his breath, "Please pay attention to the topic of the meeting on behalf of the clan." β
The scum of the Senate Council, no, blood scum, Mo Mo compared his fists under the table, she had just heard Na Ze say on the road, the Senate Council of the Blood Clan is equivalent to the court of the Blood Clan, a total of nine people, all of whom have a lifespan of nearly a thousand years, and they are wearing red clothes to symbolize the so-called blood spirit. This incident was planned by the three power-hungry old guys sitting on Nazawa's left, who wanted to take advantage of Naze's absence to destroy the self-government system established by Nazawa and regain the power of the Council of Elders, which was increasingly hollowed out.
Silence, silence, the delegates on the left were yelled at by them, and none of them made a sound.
In fact, the representatives of the clan are not willing to offend the Fanzhuo clan, the prince of the Fanzhuo clan is the only inheritance hereditary system of the blood clan, and it is said that he has the bloodline of Cain, although he can't talk about respect, but he doesn't dare to really disobey such a prince who holds real power, even if they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic. Today, these people are purely here to join in the fun, and there are not many opportunities to have an honest and honest leader of the blood clan in their long lives.
Seeing that no one responded to him, the patriarch who had just spoken had no choice but to turn to Na Ze and say, "Your Highness, you see, the clan representatives have all taken reservations about your company's proposal this time. Therefore, I think that His Royal Highness must also think carefully about the development of virtual online games. β
What rice?! Mo Mo, who was still looking around, was immediately attracted by the words caught in his ears: "What virtual online game?" β
Momo's question seemed a little cold, but at Naze's signal, a man in a work uniform on the right stood up respectfully and answered her: "Mrs. Momo, allow me to answer this question for you. In fact, the current category of online games is accessed through computers and belongs to carrier online games, but after more than ten years of development, it can no longer meet human needs. They wanted a more realistic, all-encompassing experience, so the company wanted to assemble the Bloodline staff with illusion abilities to meet the needs of players by making humans hallucinate, and then develop a virtual online gameββ"
"Why did our Bloodline develop that kind of thing, I've played their games, and it's so boring!" The Bruch Clan's yellow-bearded puppet had finally found a chance to speak.
"But then, at least we can see the sun in the game." A small voice suddenly came out of the shadows, and the slightly swaying curtains revealed where he was hiding.
"Add a seat to the Nofila clan representative." Naze, who had been silent, spoke.
"No, no need!" The person behind the screen panicked and refused, "I'm fine here." β
"Then put the seat behind the screen." Momo said, in a soft tone. Naze once said that the Nofele clan became ugly day by day after being first embraced, and they lived away from the sewers or catacombs, but they were actually very kind.
"Thank you, Lady Human!"
Well, what a weird name, Momo couldn't cry or laugh.
However, this heartwarming scene obviously stimulated the elegant and beautiful Toredo beauty: "Nophile's hamster, what do you know?!" The night is the life of our bloodline, we dominate it, and let the gods toss it during the day! β
"The key issue is not day and night, if you can save 10% of your expenses, the blood clan doesn't need to be busy with money, you drunken and dreaming of death!" The patriarch sitting on the right side of Fan Zhuo finally took off his elegant mask and shouted loudly.
"Money? We can grab it! The nobles on the left suddenly whispered, no way, they really didn't make any money.
"Don't forget the first precept of the Bloodline, escape from the world! If you go and rob it, won't humans know about it?! β
"Then if you try to use your abilities to develop games, are humans idiots?"
"Oh, Satan, why should we care about those inferior humans, our noble blood!"
"Shut up!" Momo slapped the table and went crazy, when she was a human being an ornament?!