"Now that the murderer has been put to death, it's time for you to return to your territory. On the throne, Edward III leaned on his scepter and said with satisfaction, "Before I leave, I will give you a small reward to bring your prestige to a new level of ...... among humans and bloods."

"It's like showing off your work to your friends, or rather, creation?" said Edward, the Black Prince, looked up, an inexplicable smile on his lips.

"Looks like you've finally made some progress. Yes, prestige is like a hymn to heroes, and the heroes of Olympus are great because their stories have been passed down, and you, as a blood clan, naturally understand the true proportion of that inheritance. Edward III stood up and looked through the window at the faint moonlight among the clouds, "You should already know about the secret party, the eternal night is no longer a monolith, perhaps, even the moonlight will be dyed red by the struggle for power." ”

"What do you mean?" Edward, the Black Prince, lowered his head, his pupils, which were covered by his black hair, had turned a demonic crimson.

"Although the 12 clans have joined the secret party, the remaining 5 clans are not fuel-efficient lamps, in this case, we just need to wait and see. Edward III said lightly, "The power of the Council of Elders for thousands of years is by no means something that can be countered by numbers alone, not to mention that the legendary book, known as the dark Bible of the twin of light, is likely to have always been in the hands of the Council of Elders." ”

"I see. The red glow in Edward's eyes faded slightly.

In fact, there is another reason for this consideration. Edward III suddenly turned around, and his tone was as sonorous as a colliding blade: "'Dragon Duke' has not joined the secret party, and the elders are likely to throw an olive branch to him in this situation, after all, that clan represents absolute power!"

Behind power and blood, there is always a clash of power.

"Absolute power, even if the first in line is a mongrel?" said Edward the Black Prince, disdainfully.

"Under that kind of bloodline, even a hybrid is not something that ordinary purebloods can easily compete with, you remember it for me. Edward III said in a low voice, and on the ring of his right index finger, the crocodile totem was flowing with a different brilliance as if it had come to life.

On a small road in north London, a large horse-drawn carriage is waddling on its way. The coachman was a chubby, middle-aged uncle, with two whiskers extending from his upper lip and pointing curly to the sky. The carriage was moving in a hurry, as if it was hiding from something, and the coachman had beads of sweat on his forehead, and I don't know whether it was because he was tired or nervous.

Inside the carriage were seven or eight young girls, dressed in trainee nun clothes, with sad looks on their faces. In the innermost corner, Elizabeth hugged Norma tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably.

It's changed, everything has changed.

In just a few days, the priest, who was slandered as a murderer, was burned to a black charred corpse in the angry eyes of the people, and the Cathedral of Joan of Arc was also seized by the soldiers. Christian, the idle bell-ringer, actually tore her clothes in front of God, trying to scare her, if Norma hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid ......

Elizabeth hugged Norma tighter, unable to suppress the sobs any longer and began to cry out loud.

Norma gently stroked Elizabeth's back, a rare look of distress on her face. She suddenly hated the man, hated that the man hadn't discovered Christian's wolf ambitions earlier, and the only enemies in his eyes were those blood-sucking monsters, but he didn't know that someone of the same race would stick a fatal stab in his defenseless back.

Man does not live purely for himself, and his sudden death has thrown everything into chaos in London. Although the priest had arranged for Elizabeth and the nuns to follow during her lifetime, he left many with grief......

Edward III kept his promise, and under his preaching, Edward the Black Prince simply became the guardian of the people. This news is not only circulating in London, but even within the blood society. All of a sudden, "the patron saint of the commoners" became the most brilliant label of Edward the Black Prince, and even covered up his god of war.

"See no, this is the stupidity of the population. Under the clear night sky, Edward the Black Prince pinched the goblet in one hand and said to Tovel beside him, the liquid in the cup turned purple in the night.

Thornville didn't speak, just quietly savored the blood in the cup. The sweet, rich blood lifted his spirits a little, and he could endure the chatter of a madman.

"For these short-lived untouchables, as long as their lives are not harmed, they don't care who dies or how many people die. This kind of thought is really despicable and makes Yu want to vomit. The Black Prince Edward said gloomily, "But for the sake of them being able to nourish Yu, Yu will generously forgive these pigs, after all, Yu is the 'patron saint of the commoners' hahahahahaha......"

Today's blood seems to contain spirits in it, which makes Edward the Black Prince overexcited.

Just when most people were reveling in the death of the "murderer", a figure shrouded in black robes stood in front of the charred corpse.

He stood there silently, staring at the charred figure with his eyes hidden by his robes. He tried to see the priest from the corpse, but the tall body in his memory could not be overlapped.

"Hi, old friend. He spoke, his voice vicissitudes but full of magnetism, "I haven't seen you for a long time, I didn't expect your appearance to change so much." ”

The black figure crucified at the stake did not move at all, and its two charred eyes were still looking at the sky.

"Damn, did I ever tell you that I hate you the most for not listening to others. The man took two bottles of wine from his robe, opened them, poured one of them on the ground in front of the priest, and threw the empty bottle behind him.

"These are the last two bottles I've found, one for you dead ghost to say goodbye, and the other for ......," he said, he raised his head and drank the red liquor from the bottle, "Whew, I haven't drunk it for decades, and the taste is still so tempting, no wonder you old guy will break your agreement with me." Hawkers, but forget it, I faked my death first, so I don't blame you. ”

The breeze ruffled the corner of his robe, revealing the man's pale skin and silver-white hair, and he unconcernedly drew a long sword, one that closely resembled the kiss of the goddess of victory. If the priest was still alive, he would definitely be able to call out the name of this alchemical weapon, but now, the name of the kiss of the goddess of radiance can only live in people's memory.

The cyan sword flickered like water, and the iron nail holding the priest in place was silently sliced. Without the restraint of the nails, the priest's body fell from the stake, and before he could reach the ground, the man had already wrapped him in a white shroud.

"I faked my death because I didn't want to see you off, but I saw you off in the end...... Or me. Sebas, my dear friend, one day, I will have the entire Bloodline buried for you!" The man's eyes shone with a blood-sparkling glow, as if the world was burning with blood......