The Lessenlu clan manor at night was still the same as when Xie Zimu first saw it, the wrought iron door was closed in the longing but unreachable gaze of pedestrians, and the white exterior wall reflected the intoxicating light in the lamplight, it was still the study room last time, or the glass of wine last time, but the person sitting on the chair was in a completely different state of mind. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xie Zimu, who was curled up in a high-backed chair in the same posture as a demon hunter, was still looking at the sacrificial ceremony that had been completed in his hand, or he was inexplicably distracted by the bloody slaughter!

For the Sabat Feast Alliance, there is no difference between the sacrificial ritual and the slaughter of a specific area, at best it is only a quantity, and the Sabat have always believed that the slaughter brings the pleasure of the ancient blood, second only to the millennial holy war against the betrayers of the Kamarilla Secret Alliance, but after all, it has long been the so-called new era, after all, the blood clan is just a creature in the story of gods and monsters, isn't it?

Xie Zimu had seen many maps, military, police, civilian, or specially made maps hung in the homes of the rich to show off, but for some reason this map was so fascinated by the fact that there was no geographical indication, just a set of coordinates and a map marked so simple that it could be called rudimentary.

'Balha' inexplicably Xie Zimu added this ancient saying of courage and resistance to this village, maybe this village has something else, but in his heart there is only this word worthy of it, with a pen on the table solemnly wrote these words on the map representing the village pattern, he raised the charming aroma of Jinrui wine in front of him.

"Knock! knock!"

The waiter's knock on the door is still the same as last time, a specific rhythm, a specific weight, it will not make people feel abrupt, nor will it make people look forward to it, suddenly Xie Zimu thought of the guy who likes to kick the door, the guy who has kicked the door of the apartment many times, "Cut!" After a light snort, he shook his head and drove this unimportant person out of his mind!

The sound of light footsteps poured into the silent study with the aroma of blood, or the last time the Lori Auditor was still holding a dozen thick folders in his arms, and after throwing the folders in his hand on the table, the short Auditor climbed up to the high-backed chair that was too high for her, and finally sat on the chair, she swung her legs in white over-the-knee stockings back and forth, and looked curiously at Xie Zimu who was drinking wine without grace in front of her.

"Knock, knock!"

This is the sound of a middle-aged man's head being thrown onto the table, and there is no common resentment, fear, hatred, or anything like that on this wrinkled head, just a serene smile, cloudy but quiet eyes, as if led by an angel to the kingdom of heaven described in the Bible.

As if admiring a work of art, the chief examiner carefully looked at what could be called a strange head in front of him, "Aaron Tommy, known as the tide of the harbor?"

"The tide of the harbor? his chain blade is indeed the same as the tide in the harbor," Xie Zimu, who unconsciously touched his neck, said in the questioning eyes of the chief auditor!

The gentle evening breeze outside the window, with the chill peculiar to late autumn, squeezed into the study that was so quiet that it could be called dead silence, except for the folders rattling in the wind and the occasional sound of burning wood in the fireplace.

"One bedroom, one duty, one position, this is the right and duty given to you by the clan, the clan is composed of three speakers and thirteen councillors, and the duties of the blood lodge are temporarily represented, guiding the direction of the clan's progress, but the speakers generally only one remains awake, and the rest remain asleep, rotating every thirteen hundred years"

"Internal audit, clan affairs, external sanctions, and external wars are respectively in charge of the chief auditor, the chief judge, the chief commander, the chief of sanctions, and the chief of judgment, and we have divided the Guluo district into thirty-seven hunting grounds by members called the prince, what responsibilities can you bear, or squander the gift of blood like the parasites downstairs, it's up to you!"

In the auditor's electronic synthesized voice, Xie Zimu didn't answer and asked, "I'm here to restore the glory of the blood clan, aren't I?"

"Death Messenger to the outside world, Judgment Messenger to the inside, there are only two positions, and there are a few vacancies!" Until the head of the Harbor Tide took the place of the precious ornaments on the bookshelf, and flipped through the folders, the chief examiner with his chin propped up pushed the gray rimless glasses that were on the bridge of his nose.

Staring at the blue pupils hidden behind the gray lenses of the chief auditor, Xie Zimu suddenly smiled: "Death Messenger, this is the position that can give full play to my abilities, isn't it?

"In a week, the Death Arena will begin, and the champion will be eligible to join the ranks of the Death Messenger!" the chief auditor snapped the folder shut, and looked at the calm Xie Zimu while ringing the golden rattle on the corner of the table.

"Take him to Area F and arrange a bedroom for him!" said the chief auditor, who had re-buried his head in the folder, pointed to Xie Zimu and said to the attendant who was standing outside the door.

"Don't try to do something stupid!"

Just as Xie Zimu was about to step out of the door, the cold voice of the chief auditor suddenly came from behind him, and he looked back only to see that the chief auditor who was holding the pen tightly was still writing the folder, as if what he had just heard was just his own imagination.

The gray lenses reflecting the cold light on the bridge of the nose concealed all the expressions of the chief examiner, and the only thing that could be seen was the tightly wrinkled delicate eyebrows and the lips holding the cap, but the gaze that penetrated the gray lenses was so cold and sharp, as if it could see through everything.

Xie Zimu paused slightly, then smiled, and stepped out of the study with firm steps, and the attendant who led the way quietly glanced at the chief auditor who was concentrating on his work before bowing his waist and following behind Xie Zimu.

"The malice in the shadows is far more dangerous than the danger around you!" the chief examiner seemed to be explaining something to someone, but she was the only one in the study.

At the same time, Zheng Yi, who was leaning on the pig and whistle bar, mechanically chewed the salted broad beans in his mouth, and from time to time took a sip of the extra-large black pottery wine glass that didn't even have a drop of inferior ale wine, and his eyes, which had long lost focus, looked at the orange flame swaying in the fireplace.

Marcus, who squeaked the black pottery wine glass in his hand, just wanted to say something, but was stopped by Li Luchen, who was shrunk by the fireplace, looking at Marcus with a puzzled face, but the girl didn't speak, just pointed to Rebecca hiding in the shadows, and then put her index finger in front of her mouth and made a quiet gesture, but her expectant eyes stared at the door of the tavern shrouded in darkness.