Chapter 1285: The Result of Soul Exchange (2)

This time Alecto didn't resist too much, Moro sometimes said something Alector would laugh, sometimes echoing a few words, Lorenzo was finally relieved by the side.

From time to time, Alecto glanced at Eliade, who was doing what he was doing with his back as if he couldn't hear anything, not listening for a moment, and shaking the test tube faster and faster.

Everything was perfect, at least in Lorenzo's opinion, and it would be better if Eliad could go back and recognize Morro, but this matter had to be slow.

"Are you feeling better today? Isn't it still uncomfortable? Lorenzo asked her.

Mo Luo nodded, "It's okay, the doctor said it's not a big deal, it's just a little tired, plus this child is a little naughty, sometimes toss and toss." Pregnancy, there will always be such and such things, don't worry. She said with some nonchalant.

"Is it really okay? That day, he obviously said that he was uncomfortable, didn't he faint? Lorenzo shook his head desperately at Morro, who of course didn't understand what he meant.

Puzzled with question marks, "Where is it, I'm not uncomfortable at all, the doctors said that I just don't need to be too busy, I haven't been busy recently, and Ethan is also better and doesn't need me to take care of it." Mo Luo didn't know what was going on, and told the truth, "Oh, don't tell Eve that I'm not good here, I'm fine everywhere, don't worry about telling Eve that I'm fine." Lorenzo was in utter despair, and his heart was dead.

Eliad chuckled inwardly, but there was nothing on his face.

"Okay, you're okay, we won't worry, I'll go back later, don't be tired, eat on time, and tell Stella not to mess around." Lorenzo wiped off the mirror after finishing speaking, and his face was extremely unsightly.

"Ethan, alright?" Alector heard this.

"Well, Ethan is fine, you'll see him when you get home." Lorenzo nodded, which clearly meant to lure her home.

The gleam on Alecto's face suddenly fell, and he didn't speak again.

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Ferdinand's funeral made Chris grow up overnight, and Lorenzo sent someone to help him handle it, but he still had to finalize what to do, meeting after meeting, plan after plan, and proposal after proposal weighed Chris breathlessly.

Lorenzo's men can't interfere too much, but they don't have much of his influence in the Centrist Party, Ferdinand's old troops are mostly in Assame, but they don't speak very well, and Patrick's men don't follow his commands. Only then did he know how much pressure the leader of the party was under, but even so, there was still a bad voice in the neutral party. The Neutral Party used to be scattered, and Patrick was the first Centrist leader to unify the Neutral Party in ancient and modern times, unified by the Confederacy of various ethnic groups, among which the Neutral Party was led by Patrick and only believed in Patrick's orders, Chris was still too tender, which of those princes and leaders of various ethnic groups was not a thousand years old, and how could he convince a child who was dozens of years old, and it was unknown and almost no one had seen it, Chris was basically thrown by Patrick in the slums as a teenager and lived alone, How he had seen these people, he didn't know anything except that sometimes Patrick sent someone to pick him up. As soon as Ferdinand died, Patrick was almost dead, and the Centrist was in chaos again.

Chris's words didn't work, the princes, marquises, and earls below asked for the division of land, power, and even the troops were ready to revolt, and at the last meeting Chris sat on the main seat, and even the princes below were still chattering about each other for a few disputes, who should this belong to, and who should that belong to.

"Enough!" Chris shouted, but there was no reaction, no one cared if he reacted at all, because it didn't matter, his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of these people arguing, and not even a layer of spray could be stirred up.

This situation has been going on for a while, Chris has a headache, but his momentum really can't completely suppress these princes of all races, marquis and earls who are more than an uncle, dare to be unscrupulous in front of him, this is something that will never happen in the Demon Party, it's not that Patrick is not authoritative enough, but because it is too authoritative once it is lost without any sanctions, these will be even more unscrupulous, and the neutral party is already in a state of fragmentation, so it's just a matter of returning to that state again, No one cares how Chris feels.

Lorenzo had taught him a lot and explained a lot, the only problem was that Lorenzo could not personally come forward to manage the neutral party, because the secret party could not interfere too much in the affairs of the neutral party, and if it was not justified, it would be criticized and so on. Chris also understands this truth, but he just asks for advice every day, and practicing in front of the mirror doesn't really do much, because he is really lacking in confidence, he is in a hurry, and he doesn't have too much real power in his hands.

The situation within the Centrist Party was too complex and intertwined, and the problems that had been hidden in it were emerging one after another at this critical moment.

These people were arguing like shrews on the long cherry wood conference table, these princes and ministers were constantly fighting with words for their own interests, but in the hands of the most noisy hands, suddenly a silver cross sword stabbed a letter of alliance and another thing in the middle of the table, steady and ruthless, just in front of the tip of a prince's nose, and frightened the man.

"The Neutral Party cannot be divided, have you forgotten? Or the alliance of blood and blood as an oath back then, it would be so easy to break! I wonder if the princes and ministers regarded the Nord Covenant as child's play? It turned out to be a nice girl's voice, calm and indifferent.

What girl can interject in this place?

Everyone fell silent, and all eyes were on the girl who came in.

Chris was also stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting Alecto to come to this matter.

"Who are you? Why meddle in the affairs of the Neutral Party? A prince shouted, and it was the same prince who had almost lost the tip of his nose.

Alector smiled lightly, a pair of aqua blue eyes flowed darkly, and lightly opened his lips, "Evelyna Ales, the daughter of the leader of the secret party, Lorenzo de Cheli, the daughter of the leader of the demon party, Moloales. She paused, "the fiancée of the leader of the Centrist Party, Christian Stuart." ”

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