"Oh?"

Li Ang casually cocked Erlang's legs, pinched the handle of the teacup relaxedly, and took a sip of the beautiful and translucent black tea, "I've always been very curious, and I never think I know too much.

To be exact, the only thing that bothers me in this world is probably the 'unknown'. ”

He returned the teacup to the porcelain plate, picked up an English scone made of cereal, spread a layer of strawberry jam and cream on it with the knife surface, and took a bite of the snack as if he didn't see the Bloods with their narrow fangs bared.

Li Ang, an ordinary ordinary person, put on such a posture in front of the blood clan, which naturally surprised everyone.

This is not to blame them, the American government ordered S.H.I.E.L.D. to block the specific information on the Tower of Babel incident in New York at the first time, and some of the more sensitive images were not circulated.

The Bloodline elite hesitated slightly, and Prime Minister Rachel Ross sat in her chair, masking her facial expression with her teacup.

The slight sound of chewing scones echoed in the reception room, and Leon surveyed the eerie atmosphere with interest.

The British civil service system has five characteristics: specialization, planning, standardization, impersonalization and technology; It has the four advantages of rigor, rationality, stability and universality, and is considered to be a model and model for the construction of civil service systems in various countries around the world.

These British civil servants are not only responsible for advising ministers on the requisite issues, but they are also responsible for implementing and even formulating policies – the ministers spend an average of 15 months in office, and during those 15 months they devote most of their energy to the important tasks of "patrolling constituencies, colluding with the media, currying favor with the public, smearing rivals, and seeking re-election."

As a result, the British ministers will fall into a dilemma of lack of skills, and can only act as clay puppets with nodding yes and automatically stamping, and the specific responsibility for handling government affairs falls on the civilian officials.

As they grow older, the intelligence, knowledge, and experience of these civil officials become more and more abundant, and their voice becomes more and more powerful, and they can even directly stand up to the ministers on the table.

The Labour Party and the Conservative Party alternate in power, the Prime Minister and the Minister change like a stream, and the real ironclad people who control the state apparatus of the British Empire will always be civil servants who live in seclusion behind the scenes.

Sir Humphrey Applebier, the new Cabinet Secretary, was the embodiment of this vast bureaucracy.

He was extremely tall, with curly brown hair interspersed with silver strands, and an accent of a reserved Oxford accent that was not unrelated to the Department of Classics at Bailey College, Oxford, where he graduated.

"Mr. Leon, now that you know about the existence of the Blood Clan."

After a brief hesitation, Sir Applebir immediately developed his talents as the civil leader of the British Empire

In a slow and gentlemanly tone, he said in a low tone: "Then you should know that Britain is the Britain of the blood family, and Europe is the Europe of the blood family."

In this land, we don't want to have discordant noises, especially when it comes to talking about our past. ”

Sir Applebier didn't intend to start with a sword-to-sword, not to mention how magical realism it was to kill a billionaire at 10 Downing Street, and the Bloodline itself was relatively gentle on the upper elite.

The reason why the Blood Clan, which has climbed to the top of various countries and does not have to worry about being attacked by the Holy See, has been able to maintain the momentum of vigorous development, rather than being complacent and gradually shrinking like the wizards of the same God Blood Clan, is because the elders of the Thirteen Blood Clans are deeply aware of the rapid development of human society.

These dark races that have emerged from the castle of evil spirits have long absorbed the elite of human society.

Any European elite who can achieve high status in business, politics, and culture will receive an invitation at the end of their life, an invitation from the blood.

The Bloodline will transform the dying elite into a new Bloodline through the Initial Embrace Ceremony, giving them a second life and allowing them to contribute to the prosperity of the Bloodline for the rest of their lives.

For hundreds of years, the blood clan has accumulated many true immortal elites in this way.

Family inheritance and marriage have built an unbreakable bridge between the blood clan and the human upper class.

Therefore, the blood clan is still quite generous to those who truly recognize - Li Ang, who founded the meme company, is very honored to be classified into the "elite" class, belonging to the kind of talent that can be "united".

It's a pity that the falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no intention of falling in love.

Li Ang admittedly admired these blood clans who worked hard for the development of the population, but he was never a person who believed in the theory of blood and elitism, and he scoffed at the theory of blood clans, and said indifferently: "Are you threatening me? ”

"It's not a threat, it's just a suggestion."

Sir Humphrey Applebier smiled and said, "We don't know where your genetic mapping project is going, but we hope that you will end all experiments as soon as possible, and if you can, hand over all relevant information to us."

Of course, we will repay the reward. ”

"Uh.... Repay? ”

Li Ang finished eating all the scones on the porcelain plate, took a sip of Qimen black tea and swallowed it for himself, "I'm sorry, wealth is just a number to me, and power is just a boring and empty game for me.

According to Masno's hierarchy of needs, I myself am in the stage of satisfying my needs for self-actualization, and there are too few things that can make me happy. ”

"You're right."

Sir Humphrey Applebier nodded happily, as the elite leader behind the control of the state apparatus of the British Empire, which country or region in the world has he not visited? It can be said that he is well-informed and experienced in a hundred battles, and he has found out the lines to deal with it in minutes.

"But a great man like you also faces an inescapable problem, longevity."

The secretary general of the cabinet frowned, and said in a solemn tone: "I have seen too many romantic people, who are dying of old age and in their last years, tormented by the gradual shrinking and little energy and intelligence left.

Their rotten bodies could no longer carry heavy thoughts, so they could only walk towards the grave step by step.

However, as long as you voluntarily become a blood clan and complete the sublimation of the essence of life in the first embrace ceremony, all your troubles will disappear, I promise you..."

Li Ang waved his hand, interrupting the other party's lobby to convert him into a blood clan, and said calmly: "A person's life should be spent like this: when he looks back, he will not regret that he wasted his time, nor will he be ashamed of his inaction.

In this way, at the end of his life, he will be able to say: 'My whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world — the struggle for the liberation of all mankind.' ’

Compared with this kind of majestic magnificence that burns itself for the sake of the ideal of innocence, what is the blood clan that drags the inhuman body to twist the body, lingers for breath, leads the beast to eat people, and is full of flies and dogs?

It's just a bunch of historical dust that should have gone to the garbage dump a long time ago. ”

Leon's sarcasm was still sharp, and all the blood clans were dumbfounded, and the reception room was as silent as death, and even the Prime Minister Rachel Ross couldn't help but shake his teacup.

Sir Humphrey Upbier took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and said calmly, "It seems.... Are you rejecting our kindness? ”