"That's right, you guessed it, I'm not going to be with the Bloodline."

Leon stretched and said nonchalantly, "Then what are you going to do?" Kill me? Imprison me? Or brainwash me? ”

Sir Humphrey Applebier's face was gloomy, his well-cut suit was windless, and the corrosive blood lingered around him, soaking the air crimson.

According to the practice of martial arts, the palace must have a master of Ouchi (either a palace maid or a eunuch) lurking, and the protector of the heavens is comprehensive - this secretary of the British Empire Cabinet who graduated from Bailey College, Oxford University, was also a saffron double stick in the blood clan in the early years, a gold medal fighter, and is no stranger to fighting.

Li Ang in front of him had a sharp mouth, but in his perception, he was just an ordinary person with no extraordinary ability.

As long as Sir Applebir is willing, he can kill the opponent on the spot and break the corpse into pieces in a quarter of the time.

"That's enough, Humphrey."

Sir Applebier's murderous intent was interrupted by a clear female voice, and the vase-like Prime Minister Rachel Ross spoke, "Mr. Leon is my guest, stand down." ”

The Cabinet Secretary-General did not move, and together with the permanent secretaries of the other ministries, they remained silently in place, like clay sculptures and wood sculptures.

"I said, stand down."

The prime minister repeated, her tone flat and quiet, as if to expound a bland and tasteless fact.

For a moment, the room was silent, except for the sound of the gentle breeze brushing the branches and leaves of potted plants.

Leon watched the scene in front of him with great interest, and even had time to pick up another piece of scones, dip it in strawberry jam and chew it.

The conflict between the female prime minister who is not a blood clan and the representative of the blood clan takes place in this house, which symbolizes the administrative center of the British Empire, with great black humor.

“.....”

Sir Applebir's face was gloomy, his eyes narrowed quietly, and he said gently, "Prime Minister, I am afraid you are not aware that this kind of cover-up will have some impact on the overall development of the Bloodline....."

"I'm the Prime Minister of the British Empire, not one of those alcoholic drunkards on the street, and I know what I'm doing, Humphrey."

The female prime minister interrupted the words of the head of the blood clan and said calmly: "Now, please leave this reception room with the others. ”

Sir Applebir didn't say a word, but gritted his teeth and stared at the prime minister with a gloomy gaze, the crimson color boiling behind him, and the surging blood almost corroded the air.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently: "As you wish." ”

With that, the cabinet secretary gave the other blood clan colleagues a look and exited the door together.

The room fell silent again, and Li Ang, who had escaped by "luck", picked up the teapot, refilled himself with a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "It's really an interesting scene, I didn't expect the current prime minister to have such great power to scold a blood clan elite who represents the thirteen clans." ”

"Makes you smile."

Rachel shook her head indifferently and said in a harmonious voice: "In the UK, the prime minister is nothing more than an elected scapegoat, and voters can vent all their grievances on the prime minister, and then pin their hopes on the next prime minister's election."

Only in this way will they be able to deceive themselves into living in the lie called 'democracy' and not find themselves in the terrible truth of being fooled and manipulated for a long time. ”

Li Ang smiled noncommittally and said casually: "So, how did you, the 'scapegoat', manage to keep yourself from being fooled and manipulated? ”

"It's simple, I've made a partnership with the Bloodline."

Rachel moved her chair forward, interlocked her fingers, and said calmly, "I discovered their existence when I wasn't prime minister.

The flourishing and entrenched blood clans have eroded the ruling classes of European countries and have become part of the European continent, and any attempt to resist the rule of the blood clans will be attacked by the state apparatus at the first time. ”

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, "So you're going to join them?" ”

"Not exactly."

Rachel let out a long sigh and muttered, "At the beginning, I turned to other other-worldly forces, such as the Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world, the mage alliance in the wizarding world, and so on.

But these otherworldly organizations had reached an armistice with the Bloodlines centuries ago, and would not resort to sanction them - after all, in the eyes of those otherworlds, everything in the Muggle world had its own natural law of change.

In desperation, I thought of a solution, that is, under the framework of the rule of the blood clan, to improve the living conditions of the general public as much as possible, so that the people will not be like pigs and dogs, allowing the blood clan to slaughter and harvest unscrupulously. ”

Speaking of this, the young female prime minister exhaled a turbid breath, and a sad look flashed on her face.

Li Ang didn't speak, just smiled "hehe" and said jokingly: "However, this refugee introduced into Europe is not like protecting the people as you say?" ”

"There is no way to bring in refugees. The original plan proposed by the Thirteen Clans was to replace the entire European race to provide food for the blood of the gods, but the social unrest caused by that was too great.

The stalemate that is barely maintained at present is the result of lengthy consultations between me, together with some of the more influential politicians in European countries, and the representatives of the blood clans. ”

When Rachel talked about this, her tone did not seem to be very proud and proud, but she stretched out her slender fingers, pinched the bridge of her small nose, and said tiredly: "Demarcate refugee areas, limit refugees from picking quarrels and provoking trouble, stabilize the mood of the British people, and achieve a soft landing of race change."

I don't know that these policy measures are all papier-mâché tigers, and they are just expedient measures in desperation, but they are barely embellished, they are false, they are not exposed, and they can be perfunctory for a while.

It's like a dilapidated old house, and we, the human leaders who act as pasters, can barely plug the loopholes and make do with it. Even if the storm is coming, a few more patches can still be supported.

Your Excellency is not a European, and you are always unaccustomed to the tattered pattern we have built, and you want to break it with your hands.

But you have not prepared the building materials for building the house again, and when the broken house collapses, the pattern is rotten and out of control, and we, the pasters, can only watch the people who are grieving for days in vain. ”

Rachel Rose's words, heartfelt and sincere, fell in the eyes of others, and he really deserved to be a heroic paste-paster image who was "sad, bitter, lonely and depressed, and willing to bear infamy for the country and the people".

"Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, history is always strikingly similar."

Li Ang smacked his mouth, looked at the female prime minister's righteous expression, didn't know what he remembered, and sighed: "No wonder there is nothing new under the sun...."