In the evening.

Langdenheim, the inner city gate.

Pierre, who had short brown hair and wore a black double-breasted gown, with the collar raised high, politely stopped Lilith:

"I'm sorry, I can't let you go without a pass."

"Isn't this okay?"

Lilith frowned and pulled out a wooden sign.

Pierre glanced at it and shook his head:

"It's a pass to the outer city."

Langdenheim under the rule of the Bloodlines has always been hierarchical, and although the Alien Bloods are automatically granted free access to Langdenheim, they are limited to the outer city. And the inner city is inhabited by the ruling class of Langdenheim, which is naturally not a place where ordinary blood clans can set foot.

Therefore, the guards of the outer city are only blood servants, while the gates of the inner city are guarded by the blood clan themselves.

In fact, more than once, there have been bloodlines from the outer city who want to blend into the inner city and thus 'ascend to the sky in one step'-

Not only can you rely on the inner city, but you also have the opportunity to connect with the big names in the inner city.

And such a person, Pierre doesn't know how many have been stopped, and he will never give this kind of person a good face. If it weren't for Lilith's appearance that made him a little amazing, and he wanted to make a good impression, he wouldn't have talked to her so softly.

Pierre's gaze swept over the embers, and instead of lingering too much on the blood eater, his gaze fell on the silver-haired Lori who was being led by the embers. The blood-red eyes proved the identity of the other party's underage blood, but Pierre subconsciously denied the possibility that the other party was Lilith's daughter, and only felt that this was Lilith's sister.

"Huh?" Lilith frowned slightly, and Olmer invited her to the party. As a result, she can't even enter the inner city now, Olmer can't not think about this situation, right?

Pierre looked at the girl in front of him who seemed to be frowning because of distress, and said in a polite tone:

"If you don't have an Inner City Pass, please leave as soon as possible, it's my job."

"Wait, is this okay?"

Lilith thought for a moment and pulled out the gilded invitation.

"It's ......"

Pierre's eyes were instantly drawn to the invitation, but when he saw the upper right corner of the invitation, his pupils suddenly shrank.

Because there is a seven-pointed star circle there, the small one looks quite inconspicuous, but there is not a single blood clan in the whole of Landheim who does not know the meaning of this badge - the family crest of the Todd Bollinger family!

Pierre lowered his head and asked cautiously:

"You, no, are you here for the dinner party of the Todd Bollingers?"

"Yes."

Lilith bowed her head slightly, revealing a shallow smile: "It was Olmer who invited me here." ”

"Olmer?"

Pierre's heart sank, there was only one Olmer in the Todd Bollinger family, and that was the third son of Lord Luzius, Olmer Todd Bollinger!

Although he is only the third son, he is the son of Lord Luzius after all, and a member of the Todbollinger family! And how can the identity of the blood clan personally invited by Olmer be simple?

Pierre's thoughts flowed, and he suddenly remembered that Olmer had left the inner city suddenly two days ago—

For the great nobles living in the inner city, they don't want to have too much interaction with the 'lower blood clans' who live in the outer city, so naturally they don't often go in and out of the outer city.

Olmer left the inner city suddenly, and Pierre guessed that the other party must have something important. And in retrospect, could it be that Olmer left the inner city at that time to send her an invitation?

If that's the case, then what does she have to be?

Pierre's expression became more and more respectful, and he lowered his eyebrows and said:

"You're coming to the inner city for the first time, and you may not be familiar with the roads of the inner city, I can show you the way......"

Lilith still had a shallow smile on her face, and politely declined Pierre's courteous offer:

"Thanks, but I think I know how to go."

"Okay."

Pierre was reluctant and was about to say a few more words.

In the next second, I saw Lilith suddenly smile, affectionately grabbed the arm of the man next to her, and said coquettishly:

"Let's go, dear~"

Pierre's eyes widened suddenly, just a blood food, why should he?!

His eyes could almost breathe jealousy, but he couldn't do anything. After all, whatever Lilith wanted to do with her blood food, it was her own business, and Pierre had no right to interfere with it, so she could only watch them leave.

When he was far away from the city gate, Ember's expression became a little helpless:

"Can you be normal?"

"Am I normal?" Lilith asked with a wink, a smile.

Ember stopped, and in the girl's puzzled expression, he said earnestly:

"Promise me, don't clip it next time."

"Hmm~"

Lilith puffed out her face in anger, don't look away and ignore him, she's angry!

Ornia's burgundy eyes were staring at Lilith's arm, why didn't you let go of your hand when you were angry?

——

Inside the villa of the Oakland family, West End, Beckland.

Emlyn White, who had been summoned, took off her hat, took off her coat, and walked into the reception room to wait.

In this room, in addition to him, there are also ten other bloodlines who the big man wants to meet. Emlyn looked around and sat down next to a man with a nose high and a deformed.

The man had brown hair and red eyes, a deep face line, and a picture album in his hand, which he looked through aimlessly. His name was Ernes Boyar, and he was a viscount. Emlyn White and he didn't know each other, but they knew each other.

After all, if the blood clan wants to have offspring, it needs to have extraordinary characteristics of inheritance, so the human race has never been prosperous. Coupled with the regular gatherings between the blood clans, this allows the small number of blood clans to remember each other's names and family backgrounds clearly, even if they are not familiar with each other.

So with just one glance, Emlyn White discovered that all the Bloods in this room who responded were either barons or viscounts!

And unlike those old viscounts, according to the age of the blood clan, the oldest people here are only middle-aged. Almost all the backbone of the 'younger generation' are concentrated here!

This discovery immediately alerted Emlyn White to the fact that this time it might not be easy.

Emlyn thought carefully for a while, then said thoughtfully:

"Your Excellency, why do you think that one summoned us?"

Ernes Boyar glanced at Emlyn and shook his head slightly:

"I don't know, just be patient, Kassimi will tell us."

Emlin frowned slightly, this is the villa of the Odra family, and the owner of the house is Kasimi Odla. So before he came, Emlin had already subconsciously thought that the big man who summoned them was Casimi's grandfather, the Marquis of Nibes.

The reason why he chose to ask Ernes was because Ernes was one of the few viscounts here, and he must have known much more information than a new baron like him.

After all, the blood clan is different from human beings, and the blood clan, which has been inherited for thousands of years, is already very mature in terms of the structure of the extraordinary system. There are both advantages and disadvantages to this.

The good thing is that there are a lot of high-level extraordinaries within the blood clan, even more than the Orthodox Church. The disadvantage is that the class is solidified, and it is almost impossible for low-ranking bloodlines to get promoted.

Because the bloodline can only be promoted through the blood-derived essence, and the blood-source essence is a product left over after the death of the bloodline, so only when other viscounts die, the barons can be promoted.

Just like Viscount Ernes, it took him sixty years to go from baron to viscount!

This is also because Viscount Erness's father was attacked by artificial vampires and died young, otherwise he would not have been able to wait for his father to die a natural death for two hundred years.

Once you become a viscount, you are also eligible to compete for the earl. Although most of the Bloodline have guarded one qualification for the rest of their lives, in a sense, the Viscount is already considered to be a quasi-high-level of the Bloodline, and they can often get some secret inside information.

And now even the viscount didn't know why they had been summoned, which made Emlyn's mood a little heavy.

After all, the last time the Marquis of Nibes summoned him, it was to ask him to pray to the 'fools'. Although this brought him great benefits, Emlyn was even ready to sacrifice for the Bloodline before actually praying-

After all, praying to an unknown god other than the Seven Righteous Gods has the greatest probability of dying on the spot rather than receiving gifts and praises, and Mr. 'Fool' can only be regarded as an exception among many gods.

And this time he was not the only one who was summoned, but also a large number of barons and even viscounts, corresponding to Sequence 6 and Sequence 5, and he was at least an extraordinary person at the deacon-level in the major churches.

It is no exaggeration to say that these people are almost the strongest under the demigods!

And this also means that the tasks given to them will only be more dangerous than they imagined.

Emlyn looked around and began to hesitate whether to make an excuse to go to the bathroom and pray to Mr. 'Fool' first......

As soon as Emlyn had this thought, she couldn't help but feel a little ashamed in her heart:

"Mother Goddess, how can I have such thoughts? The one I believe in is obviously the ancestor! ”

At this moment, he suddenly saw Cassimi Odra enter the reception room, look around and say:

"Guys, come with me, and the great man will let you go to Him."

The expressions of the Bloods instantly became serious, and Emlyn also restrained her emotions, holding the lower part of the vest and following the others to quickly follow the pace of Kasimi Odra.

After following the stairs to the underground area, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked in a low voice:

"Baron Casimi, who is the big one? What should I call it? ”

He had expected that it would be the Marquis of Nibes who would meet them, but if it was the Marquis of Nibais, Casimi would not continue to use the title of 'that great man', but would use 'my grandfather' to show his high status as the grandson of the Marquis.

And judging from Casimi's current attitude, it is obvious that they are higher status than the Marquis of Nibes. Among the blood clans, there are only three who have a higher status than the marquis......

Casimi, who looked like a middle-aged gentleman, did not hide it any longer, and replied in a respectful tone:

"Lord Duke Olmer."

Duke of Olmer...... Emlyn subconsciously straightened her back and looked at the lampstand on the wall next to her, as if trying to confirm her meter from the projection reflected on the metal surface.

This is one of the three dukes currently in charge of the blood clan, an ancient powerhouse that existed before the cataclysm, titled 'Full Moon', more than three thousand years old, and once followed the ancestor Lilith!

In today's blood clan, Duke Olmer is also the strongest after the 'Queen of the Blood Moon' Ornia!

Undoubtedly, this is synonymous with the history and glory of the Bloodline!

Emlyn glanced at the others around her, and saw that they all had different expressions. A few of them had obvious excitement on their faces, but more of them frowned, looking preoccupied.

It is an honor to be summoned by the Duke, but it also shows that the purpose of summoning them is not pure, and it is likely to be full of danger.

Through a series of secret doors, Emlyn and the others followed Casimi to an iron-gray hall.

The ground and walls are covered with grass, flowers and grains, and insects crawl among the dense vegetation, making Emlyn feel as if he has left the city and entered the suburbs, feeling the vitality of life.

At first glance, there is nothing too strange about such a scene, but if you look closely, many places are extremely strange:

There is a cracked mouth on the grass, and fibers fly out of it, catching insects; Flowers use branches and leaves as their hands, picking nectar by themselves; Grains such as wheat are heavy, and occasional cries come from within; There are many types of insects, all of which are different from normal, some have the head of a snake, and some have the face of a bird......

These things flourished further into the center of the hall, where a vigorous tomb was entangled.

Facing the tomb, Al Qasimi saluted respectfully:

"Lord Duke, they're all here."

"Good evening, Lord Duke."

Emlyn was not as arrogant as usual, even a little helpless, and bowed her head respectfully like everyone else.

In the grave, a mellow voice that could not hear age laughed:

"Don't be nervous, you are all the future of the blood clan, and I called you here this time, and I also have an important task to be handed over to you."

Emlyn's face was grim, just as he had guessed.

He is content with pleasure, and as long as he stays with his puppet wives, he is already satisfied. And now there is Tarot will be backed up, he has been promoted to baron, and it is not impossible to be promoted to viscount in the future, and even the earl, in theory, he does not need to continue to take risks.

But as a member of the noble bloodline, Emlyn considered himself not afraid of his mission.

Duke Olmer commanded:

"Kasimmi, hand out the rings to them."

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow suddenly shot out of the grave and stopped in front of them.

Emlyn looked at it, and it was a box of iron boxes.

"Yes, Lord Duke."

Kasimi stepped forward respectfully, grabbed the tin box floating in mid-air, and lifted the lid in front of Emlyn. The box contained twelve rings of simple shape, all of which had a uniform pattern, like bats flying with wings spread.

Casimi handed out the rings to the crowd in turn, and at the same time put the last ring on his finger -

Plus he has a total of twelve people, one person is not more, one person is not less.

This left Emlyn a little confused.

Duke Olmer smiled and said:

"Your task is simple, come to me every night and dream with this ring. Then, tell me everything that happened in the dream. ”

Emlyn froze, a little suspicious of his ears.

(End of chapter)