In Port America, the most luxurious room in the Black Elf Stamen, Dylan was enjoying a glass of wine with joy. Paula, on the other hand, also went back to her room to rest.

Last night, Paula had found in the soul of that Semitic that Dylan was most concerned about at the moment.

Not only the whereabouts of the impostor, but also the traces of his enemy, Viscount Gust.

"It's been three years. ”

Dylan swallowed a mouthful of rum and muttered, "I found the American continent from Britain, and I went through so many things along the way to finally find you." You're really making it easy for me to find. ”

At this time, the excitement in Dylan's heart can no longer be described in words.

He vented as if he was drinking, trying to numb himself with alcohol. However, a little bit of alcohol could not bring him an anesthetic effect at all.

He drank bottle after bottle, but the thoughts in his brain became clearer and clearer.

As far as the Semitic knows, Sturt is not alone, and by his side there is at least one Viscount of the Bloods who is proficient in elemental manipulation.

Dylan knew that with his current strength, as long as Lania and Paula were added, it would not be difficult to kill an ordinary viscount.

However, if there is another Viscount of the Blood Clan to help, it is difficult to guarantee that Gust will not be allowed to escape. Therefore, what Dylan has to consider is how to capture Gust alive without startling the snake. Or ·······.

It was getting brighter, and the room was piling up more and more empty bottles. It wasn't until he drank the last bottle of wine that Dylan got up.

"Paula!"

With Dylan's call, Paula appeared in the room almost instantly.

"Command, my master. ”

Paula bowed obediently, and then waited for Dylan's orders.

Dylan turned, staring at her with burning eyes. "I will build a family and give you a name. From now on, you will be my chief retainer. ”

With a thud, Paula fell to her knees. She said with excitement on her face, "Paula will always be loyal to you until death comes." ”

"Good!"

Dylan nodded and spoke slowly, "Right now, I have an important matter for you to do. ”

"Please command. Paula remained on her knees.

"Remember who you met last night?" Dylan lowered his body and approached Paula's ear and said, "You go and inform her that you found a clue." ”

"About... Dylan's clue. ”

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As the day dawned, Emilia returned to the Bloodline's temporary stronghold in Port Americas.

Unlike the members of the Dark Council, the Blood Warriors prefer sunlight and loud noises, so they choose a basement at the very edge of the Warehouse District as their place to live.

It was originally the gathering place of a small local gang that Emilia and her party occupied when they arrived in Port of Americas.

Squeak!

When Emilia pushed open the door, she saw a coffin in the warehouse. The Blood Warriors are sleeping in their coffins.

If Emilia doesn't wake them up, they will sleep until they feel hungry and thirsty before they get up to forage for food.

Buzz, buzz, buzz······· ！

Syllable!

Emilia threw out a flash of electric light, and a dozen tiny electric currents split out from the electric light, hitting the coffin straight onto it.

Hit by this electric current, a red mist suddenly rose on the surface of the coffin. Then, the electric mist engulfs it, and everything is invisible.

This is the protective magic that most Bloods will attach to the coffin. It is also because of this kind of magic vigilance that the blood warriors will sleep with peace of mind.

"Is Emilia back?"

A hoarse voice came from the coffin.

After being touched by the protective magic, the blood clan in the coffin quickly came to his senses. The coffin opened automatically, and pale men and women crawled out of it.

In front of them, stood an elderly man dressed in a well-dressed and white-haired clan.

"Did you find a clue about Dylan?" asked the gray-haired elderly Bloodliner.

Seeing Emilia shaking his head, the Blood's tone was a little low: "Dylan is the only bloodline of the Grand Duke of Osborne, and if something happens, the Bruch clan will have great turmoil. You know, the other ethnic groups in the secret party have long been dissatisfied with the Grand Duke. It's not calm in the Dark Council right now. ”

"I know!"

Emilia replied indifferently: "I have tried everything I can think of, but there are still no clues. ”

"Even if you turn the whole port of the Americas upside down, you have to find people. The white-haired Bloodclan snapped his fingers with all his might, making a series of crackling sounds.

"If I can't get Dylan back before the Grand Duke arrives, I won't have the face to face the Grand Duke. Emilia raised her eyes to look at the Blood, and said with a silent expression: "The person who the president issued an order to find has been found, and the people of the Council have escorted him back." ”

"Those people are not of the same mind as us, and it will save you trouble if you leave. ”

Emilia added, "In two days, whether I can find Dylan or not, I will rush back to the stronghold." ”

The white-haired blood clan's eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint red light emanated from his eyes: "Dylan's whereabouts are the most important thing, and the president's order will be postponed." ”

"The president's order is that we must ensure the safety of the doll boys. If we let other forces get hold because we are not in the stronghold. I am afraid that there will be a gap between the parliament and the grand duke, and it will ······ when the time comes. ”

"Do you think the president's orders are more important than the prosperity of my Bruch tribe!"

Before Emilia could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by the White-Haired Blood.

He said in a stiff tone: "Don't forget, it was the Grand Duke who picked you up and taught you magic and raised you. ”

Emilia was powerless to argue, but sighed heavily: "I understand, in short, we need to find Dylan as soon as possible." ”

"I hope you really understand. We, the Bruch people, have been united with great difficulty, and we must not be scattered. ”

The white-haired blood clan said earnestly, "You have done a lot for the Grand Duke and our clan over the years, but now is the most important moment. ”

Seeing Emilia nodding, he said again: Let's go out and find something to eat first, and then act when we come back. ”

Then, under the leadership of the white-haired blood clan, all the blood clans turned into black smoke and disappeared into the warehouse.

Looking at the empty warehouse in front of her, Emilia felt extremely tired.

At this point, she had no other thoughts in her mind. She just wanted to get Dylan's stand-in back as soon as possible, and then, if she could hide it for a day.

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As the sun sets, the golden glow fills James City, and the residents of James City go home to cook after a hard day's work.

And in the banquet hall of the City Lord's Mansion, the nobles were preparing to start the day's activities.

Today, it was the lord of the city, James, who sent out an invitation to all the nobles in the city to come to the ball.

For this ball, the lord of the city, Earl James, not only prepared food and wine, but also spent a lot of money to invite a team of opera singers to perform. You know, this is not a major European city, and the song and dance troupe that is willing to travel across the ocean to the Americas is not usually expensive.

To be able to see a show here, it costs an ordinary nobleman, almost a year's taxes. So, even among the aristocracy, few dared to ask a whole team on the American continent to perform for themselves. The nobles who came to this ball were very blessed.

In fact, even without these, the nobles in the city would come to the ball one by one. Not only did they want to save face for the lord of the city, James, but they also wanted to curry favor with the protagonists of the ball.

Because, here came the eldest son of the newly appointed military minister of the empire, the future imperial giant.

"Lord Earl James!"

In the banquet hall, a middle-aged man with a white wig and a leotard greeted James, "Long time no see, do you remember me?"

James looked at him and smiled slightly, "Oh! You're Baron Brian, we met three years ago at an auction in Birmingham. I remember that at that time your wife was pregnant, and I also sent someone to give a gift, I don't know if your lady liked it. ”

Brian heard that James remembered him, and there was a look of pride on his face.

"Your Excellency the Earl is so gracious, and it is a great honor for a country nobleman like me to receive your congratulations. ”

"Don't say that, it's just because of some opportunities that I climbed to where I am today·······. ”

With a modest and kind gesture, Earl James received all the nobles who arrived. This is also his consistent policy of doing things, not to underestimate anyone, not to offend anyone.

Most people think that James was able to climb to today's position because of ruthless means and God-given opportunities. In fact, the nobles who have really come into contact with him will understand that he can have today, and it is by no means something that can be summed up by the word opportunity.

With James' conciliation, the atmosphere at the ball was extraordinarily harmonious. Before the dance party even started, people were already laughing and mingling.

When it was getting dark, a carriage with the royal coat of arms slowly drove up and stopped in front of the main gate of the city lord's mansion.

Seeing the arrival of the carriage, the nobles waiting in front of the door, led by Wales, stepped forward to greet them.

The door of the carriage opened, and a young aristocratic man wearing a traditional white wig and a red horse jacket slowly stepped out of the carriage. The young man was of ordinary appearance and relatively short stature. But the temperament cultivation of a great nobleman is not something that ordinary people can pretend.

It is clear that he is the eldest son of the current military minister, Yarman Jr.

"Lord Earl James!"

Little Yarman politely greeted James, "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." ”

As a nobleman, little Yarman showed his upbringing from an old aristocratic family, and James and the others certainly would not be rude.

James smiled and replied, "You are too polite, as a landlord, I should be here to wait for the arrival of the guests." If I make the guests wait for me, I am afraid that tomorrow the whole aristocratic circle will spread rumors that I James does not understand etiquette. ”