The Marquis of Layton seemed to think of something, and shook his head like a rattle, his body shook, his eyes glazed, and his voice hoarse like rubbing sandpaper.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I really didn't see anything! It's true!

”

The caramel-eyed young man drank the fragrant tea calmly, "Since I didn't see it, I naturally won't kill you, take it easy." ”

Virgil the Great's voice seemed to have some magical power, and the Marquis of Layton breathed a sigh of relief, he still didn't dare to get up, just lay on his stomach.

"Leighton, I asked you a question, and you answered me truthfully."

The caramel-eyed young man stared at the deep black lead clouds in the sky, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well.

His deep eyes were like moonless lakes in the middle of the night, and the necklines of his shirts and trench coats were raised high, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.

He looked down on the night view of the Scarlet City, the lights of this thousand-year-old city reflected in his eyes, shining like the bright stars on the horizon, waiting for the king's return.

You ask. I must know everything, I must know everything. The Marquis of Layton lowered his posture so low that he wished that he was lying on the ground.

At this time, Virgil the Great's eyes had a playful smile in his eyes, "Have you ever had a dog?" ”

Well?

Marquis Layton was instinctively stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly replied, "Raised." ”

"And do you think you like it?"

"Of course, it was very obedient, and when it died, I cried for a long time."

"Yes, it's obedient." Virgil the Great seemed to be very sensible because this guy was very sensible in playing the role of a heel, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "But imagine if you ordered it to bite a person, and it objected to you barking, would you still like it?" ”

"I need you to gather all the bloodlines back, at all costs."

Marquis Layton was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Now many places have become the territory of werewolves and undead, and if they are called back, it is likely to cause huge casualties. ”

Could Virgil the Great not know?

However, he sent the Marquis of Abro to eliminate the hidden danger, and naturally needed some bloodlines to fill the gap.

How can a sacrifice of blood be made without blood?

In fact, he didn't know exactly how many lives it would take to fill the ritual, but the more the better.

The Marquis of Layton was silent.

He had been in charge of the army for more than 200 years, and he knew that once he gave this order, less than a third of his blood would return, and it was no different from sending him to death.

And he, too, will become a murderer.

Virgil the Great glanced at the Marquis of Layton and continued to himself: "It doesn't matter, if you don't want to, I won't force it, but you can see the death of Old Mun. ”

Old Munn was the old man who loved to read pornographic magazines and provide information to Virgil the Great.

In fact, the Marquis of Leighton didn't know what had happened to Old Mun.

But Old Munn vanished into thin air.

He didn't leave Crimson City, as the checkpoints here were extremely heavily guarded.

But there was no body either, and he just disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never been born, had never lived in this world, and had no trace.

An art of mirroring.

An art presented by Virgil the Great.

Marquis Layton gasped, although his actions without regard to the army might make him spurned, but if he didn't, he would die, he would definitely die!

I haven't lived enough in this life, how can I die here?!

It's just a bunch of soldiers, and when they die, they die.

If you want to say that the Marquis of Layton is rubbish and has no heart, it must be wrong.

Among the entire bloodline, Duke Bolton can hand over military power to Leighton, and naturally has supreme trust.

He is an absolute genius.

The reason why he says this is not that he has a good understanding, nor does it mean how talented he is.

It's just that the world loves him a little more, so he is congenitally ahead of many people.

He has excellent talents, and he is a good hand in the army, and he was once a lone brigade of Golden Horse Dadao to hunt down the werewolves and drive them to the borderlands.

It is because of his heroism that he has a very high prestige in the army.

Of course, the Marquis of Layton is from the bottom, and his status among the bloodlines is not high, and after gaining power, there are generally two paths.

First, like some of the protagonists, they are angry and strive to be strong all the way, resisting all temptations.

The second is that they do not want to forge ahead and gradually sink.

The next development of the Marquis of Layton was the second way, and under the praise, compliment, flattery, and support of those around him, he began a depraved life.

He has gradually become unpopular, arrogant and arrogant, he has not fought with anyone for many years, and his figure has been out of shape, and in recent years, he has even accepted a five-room concubine.

These concubines all need to be taken care of, and the Marquis of Leighton has long lost the blood that dared to block the army of 100 people with one person and one axe.

Therefore, being called and drunk by Virgil the Great like this, he naturally had fire in his heart, and the anger in his heart did not hide from Virgil the Great.

"Remember, don't think about betraying me or backstabbing me, or I'll make you more miserable than death." The corners of Virgil the Great's mouth hooked slightly.

The next moment, a tiny murmur like a wave continued to echo in Marquis Layton's mind.

Transformed into a chaotic light and shadow, flickering wildly in front of your eyes.

Hallucinations?

But this illusion is too real.

Marquis Layton's feeling at this moment was that someone had forcibly stuffed hundreds of crazy women who were singing and dancing in his brain, and every thought was impacted by those crazy sounds and shadows!

"Poof"

A silver dagger pierced Layton's left palm, pinning him to the ground.

Immediately after, a second dagger appeared in the vault and nailed Leighton's right hand.

The third, the left foot.

Fourth, right foot.

Bobo's blood flowed from the four wounds...... Filled the entire ground.

The pain was so intense that it almost tore Layton apart.

In the strange pain, the Marquis of Layton did not know how long this process lasted.

He was almost about to faint when Layton suddenly felt his body loosen and the pain subsided, and he fell heavily to the ground.

"I've seen through your fate." Virgil the Great said calmly: "Some people choose their fate, while others are intimidated by the hardships and fears they see and stop moving. They can only wait to be chosen by fate. ”

"Of course, there is another kind of person, whose fate has been controlled by others, this kind of person, the way to live for a long time is to be obedient."

Cold sweat soaked Layton's clothes, and he looked at the caramel-eyed young man who was still calm, and swallowed, knowing what he should do.

Outside, it suddenly began to rain coldly, the moon was hidden in the clouds, and it was almost impossible to see in the darkness, except for a few lamps that emitted a little light.

The wheels rose and fell on the bumpy road, driving away the exhaustion of the Marquis of Layton, who needed to rush to the military intelligence office as soon as possible to issue orders.

This is related to his life, and he does not dare to slack off for a moment.

The mechanical carriage was dimly lit, so quiet that you could hear crows chirping under the eaves, the sound of water pooling, rutting over the brick road, and the murmuring in your ears.