After the ball, the nobles disperse, while the protagonist Yarman stays in the guest room of the Lord's Mansion to rest.

It was late at night, and the City Lord's Mansion was quiet. In the rooms to the west, the lights are still on.

In the cigar room of the guest room, little Arman was sitting opposite the Lord of Wales. Between the two, an alcohol lamp was burning with a pale blue fire.

Welsh reclined in a large chair, his right hand pinching his cigar with two fingers and spinning and roasting on the fire. After the cigar was warmed up, he first bit it down and blew lightly twice, waiting until the miscellaneous air and heat on it dissipated before he slowly spoke.

"I remember the last time I saw you, you were only five years old. After all these years, you have also grown up. ”

At this time, Wales's voice was hoarse and low, like an old wolf in a pack. It seems that meeting his nephew, whom he hasn't seen for many years, didn't make him feel the slightest joy.

"Uncle Wales"

Little Yarman said to Wales with a respectful face: "In the past 25 years, your youth and hard work for the family will always be remembered." ”

Hehehehehehe·······

Welsh chuckled, then took another deep puff on his cigar and exhaled it again. Feeling the bitterness and pungency of the cigar in his mouth, a touch of melancholy gradually rose on Welsh's face.

"As a noble child, since he has enjoyed all the conveniences brought by the family, he should also dedicate himself to the family. ”

"But in the past 25 years, I should have fulfilled my obligations. My most beloved brother, why can't you let me live out my old age in peace!"

Little Yarman immediately replied, "Uncle Wales, this is my father's last wish." For the sake of my dead grandfather, please help me this time. I promise, this is the last time. ”

Wales glanced lazily at Yarman: "Your father, that's what he said last time. ”

"This must be the last time, please trust me. Little Yarman looked at Wales with a sincere expression.

After a long time, Wales ignored him.

The green smoke is faint, the aromas inside the cigars are getting heavier, and the cigars in the Welsh hands are getting shorter and shorter. He shook his fingers slightly, and the ash fell onto the table.

"I'm helping you one last time, as long as you find the doll boy, the rest of the matter is none of my business. ”

Little Yarman nodded again and again: "As long as I can find someone, I will definitely not come to disturb my uncle in the future." ”

"Then you've listened ········. ”

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In April and May, there should not be a full moon, but a full moon is hanging in the sky of Port America.

This full moon is rendering the color of blood outward. It looks extremely weird.

Dylan stood on a huge wooden crane in the warehouse area, looking out at the blackened smoke in the distance. In the bright moonlight, he could clearly see what kind of inhumane slaughter was going on in the smoke.

In the depths of the warehouse area, the accumulation points surrounded by numerous wooden crates have been smeared with minced flesh and blood. The cause of this tragic scene was the dozens of Blood Clan warriors led by Emilia. And surrounded by them in the middle is a small and well-known local hunting team.

These men, who make a living by hunting natives and wild beasts, are also arrogant on weekdays. But now, when they encounter a more advanced predator, they can only obediently accept their fate.

"Prey and hunters, food and diners, turn around at any time on this savage continent. What happened to you today is just the result of what you planted in the past. Speaking of which, there shouldn't be anything to complain about. ”

A blonde, blue-eyed Bloodclan boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old tried to convince the man in front of him to resist with one mouth.

However, no matter how good his eloquence is, it is unlikely that people will be willing to die.

"Don't come! You monsters, don't come here. A thin man, barely bloodshot on his face, roared loudly.

He wielded a one-foot-long wind axe and drew silver-white crescent moons in front of him, as if holding a weapon in his hand could give him a sense of security.

Whoosh!

A black light flashed rapidly, and the man only felt a flower in front of him, and the wind axe in his hand was gone. He turned around slowly, and saw a fiery Bloodclan with a delicate face looking at him with a smile. Before he could react, his neck was broken by the Bloodline.

"McRae! No matter how nice you say, it doesn't matter. ”

The female blood clan carried the corpse and smiled: "If you have been trying to make people give up resistance by words, then I think you will only be hungry today." ”

McRae took out a handkerchief from his arms, gently wiped the corners of his mouth, and replied with a haughty expression, "Language is the greatest power in the world. It is impossible for an idiot who only knows how to solve things by force. ”

"Excellent speech can pierce all the souls in the world and make people obey themselves. This was said by Archduke Osborne in his speech thirteen years ago. Kleffel, you were there at the time, didn't you hear that?"

Clasping his head and cried, "Oh my God! ”

She corrected with a serious expression on her face: "The Grand Duke means to use words to communicate with others to achieve the purpose of conveying the message. Only with accurate language can people understand their own meaning. But what you want to convey is that people take the initiative to give their lives. Who in the world is so stupid that he will be willing to die after listening to a few words from you. ”

McRae retorted unconvinced: "How could it not be, there are so many sects in the world, don't they all use words to make people give everything they have." If they can do it, why can't I? ”

"You're more stubborn than a zombie, I ·····. ”

"All right, my children. ”

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, a white-haired Bloodclan suddenly appeared in the middle of the field, he clapped his hands, focused everyone's attention on himself, and then spoke:

"It's getting dark, we have to speed up our actions, and we have to search the whole city today. By tomorrow evening, we're searching two more districts. ”

Not long after the white-haired blood clan appeared, Emilia also appeared in the field with a gust of wind. She glanced at the scene, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"Levi, can you clean it up, if someone finds out, it will be very inconvenient for us to act in the future. ”

Levi didn't reply, he shook the cloak behind him. Thousands of bats flew out of his body, and bats swarmed down on the blood-contaminated area.

Then, the flesh on the ground vanished at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Don't worry about these little things. Levi said stiffly: "The most important thing for us now is to find Dylan, and put it in other matters, and our allies will take care of it cleanly." ”

He paused, then continued, "You should understand that we don't have time to worry about anything else now. If you can't find anyone, you and I will end sadly. ”

Emilia was upset and didn't want to say more. "Okay. So let's move on. ”

Levi nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the Blood Clan warriors turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

The Bloodlines were gone, and Emilia suddenly looked up into the air. She looked at the position of a star in the sky and exclaimed, "Paula, is that you?"

As the words fell, a vague mirror image appeared in midair, and Paula appeared in this mirror. She had a look of surprise on her face at this point. "How do you know it's me. I'm using a completely different invisibility spell this time. ”

Emilia shook her head: "I don't know who it is, I just guessed at random." ”

Paula was speechless, and thought to herself, "You can guess my whereabouts by guessing at will." Are Osborne's disciples so powerful?"

Emilia has always been smart and sees Paula appear in front of her for the second time. Of course, I wouldn't think that the other party came to meet me by chance.

She said tentatively: "Today's moonlight is good, why don't we go have a drink together." ”

Paula understood what Emilia meant, "The moonlight in Port of America is nice, but at this time, you shouldn't be in the mood to drink with me." ”

The corners of Amilia's mouth twitched, "You seem to know something." ”

Hehehehe·····

Paula smiled gloomily, looking ill-intentioned.

"I don't know much, but I just happen to know the news you want to know most right now. ”

Amilia's face changed in vain: "I hope you're not joking with me, or I'll be angry." ”

Paula cracked her mouth, revealing a mouthful of large, burnt teeth.

"It may not be clear to you, but I'm not a joker. ”

A smile instantly bloomed on Amilia's face: "Actually, I'm not a person who likes to joke, but I'm more of a generous person." As long as it is my friend, I will do everything to help her. ”

"I think you're a friend worth making friends with. ”

Paula's mouth cracked even wider to hear Emilia say that, "It's Paula's honor to think that." ”

"Don't say that. Amilia's face seemed to bloom like a flower, and she said sweetly, "If you want, I will be my best friend in the future." You can come to me anytime you need it. ”

"Well, we can talk about it now. About, the news of that person ······. ”