Soon, while Hodge was on the sidelines, the trading session was over.

"Now for the third agenda, the commission."

Albert looked at the crowd and asked, "Does anyone need to issue a commission for this gathering?" ”

No one responded.

In the ancient and magnificent palace, there was an eerie silence, only Albert's voice was still echoing.

"Your Excellency, what are the forms of entrustment?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Hodge took the initiative to ask.

"There are types of commissions, such as assassination, exploration, treasure hunting, etc., you can post a task, and other members will accept the commission if they feel that the price is suitable."

"Whether it is successful in the end, as long as the members who take over the commission and send someone to take action, you will have to pay 10 percent of the remuneration."

"Of course, if the operation fails, you don't have to pay anything else than that."

Albert crossed his hands, looked at Hodge, and said, "Mr. Edward, are you going to entrust it?" ”

"Hmm...... Not much for now, but I think there will be opportunities in the future. Hodge thought for a moment and replied.

"yes, okay." Albert nodded, not reluctantly.

He was just about to end the meeting when he heard Hodge speak again.

"Your Excellency, I think we can also add an agenda for mutual exchange and discussion, such as some occult knowledge, or the history of the blood race, or even the ancient history of other races, I think it will be very helpful for us."

"After all, wouldn't this gathering be a little too monotonous if it was just about sharing news, trading items and materials, and issuing commissions?"

"Huh?" Albert frowned slightly, examining Hodge, thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

"Well, in fact, I am also a little selfish, after all, compared with all of you, I, the new generation of blood clan, have too little secret, occult knowledge, and history, and in the family, my current status is not high, so I also know a lot of knowledge."

"I would love to be given this knowledge, and of course I will share what I know about the occult, and I hope that Your Excellency will consider it."

Hodge knew that it was extremely presumptuous to make such a request for the first time he attended the party, but he still felt that the time was the most appropriate time.

His current personality is a new generation of blood clan who doesn't know the height of the sky, is a little smart, and has some resources, if he is too sophisticated and too cautious, it will not be good.

Hodge had a deeper idea.

That is to play as the remnant bloodline of the Death Clan, the Cappadocia Clan.

After all, the role of the blood clan, no matter how well he hides it, there will always be flaws.

After all, the blood clan, even if the clansmen of the twelve major surnames do not communicate enough on weekdays, but many habits and abilities and knowledge are interconnected.

And Hodge, a human, how could he not show a little bit of horse's feet in a long period of contact?

It is very likely that the way he behaved was already a little strange in the eyes of the blood clans.

Don't know the language of the Bloodline?

Don't understand the rules of the Bloodline?

Even the rituals and rituals of the Bloodline are a little stiff and sluggish?

These are all questions.

And if you can successfully pretend to be the remnant bloodline of the Cappadocia clan, then these problems will no longer be a problem.

This clan, which is considered to have been destroyed, still has one or two descendants left, and it is logical that there are no elders to teach them, and they do not understand the rules and the language of the blood clan.

This is also the reason why Hodge chose the totem chair, which represents the clan emblem of the Death Clan.

Hodge's sudden request seemed a little strange and even a little incomprehensible in the eyes of the blood clans?

Instead of learning from your own family elders, you seek advice from the members of the party?

Isn't this a reluctance to go far?

Don't they have any elders in their family?

Miss Succubus shook her head invisibly, even if the twelve major clans are declining, they all have princes, it is impossible to lack the teachings of elders, and how can a young blood clan who can give so much excellent information be unknown in the clan?

Well? Wait, there's another possibility...... Miss Succubus was startled and looked at the high-backed chair behind Hodge.

Death Clan...... Cappadocia?

Don't?

Is this "Mr. Edward" a remnant bloodline of the Death Clan?

This conjecture continued to spread in Miss Succubus's heart, combined with a series of performances of "Edward" just now, that sense of rustiness, that strangeness, and even a little dazed look for the language of the blood clan, as if everything was confirming this conjecture?

Soon, Miss Succubus noticed that not only her, but even the gods, the puppet, and the gargoyle all looked at "Edward", no, to be precise, the high-backed chair behind "Edward", and they all guessed the meaning of that pattern!!

Only the puppet lady looked at the blood clan a little blankly, and asked in a low voice, "That...... Mr. Edward, you ...... Didn't your parents pass on this knowledge to you? ”

Idiot...... Miss Succubus has an urge to cover her face, which is too direct, right? Younger sister?

Simon, the gargoyle, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and there was also a thought in his heart: This is too dull, right? Miss Doll?

Stupid, what are the new generation of bloodlines in this generation? There is no city government at all...... Mr. Puppet was also outspoken about Miss Doll, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Only Albert the Divine Favor thinks this scene is very interesting!

"Uh......" Hodge didn't expect that there would really be a Bloodline who would ask this question?

He's so obvious, can't this puppet lady guess?

The others have obviously guessed well?

"Well, the elders in my family have been sleeping lately because of everything, and they haven't responded for a long time." Hodge thought about it and immediately made up an excuse.

Really...... As soon as these words came out, Miss Succubus confirmed the guess in her heart even more, this blood clan named "Edward" was the remnant bloodline of the Death Clan.

Mr. Puppet, the Divine Favorer, and Mr. Gargoyle have the same thoughts in their hearts.

Only the puppet lady nodded suddenly: "So that's the case!" Mr. Edward, what information do you need? I'll bring it to you next time, and it's not easy for you! ”

"Well, yes!" Hodge agreed yes, and Miss Doll's answer was no longer for him.

This...... Is this good-heartedness?

Or silly white sweet?

How did she get in?

This also ...... Too simple, right?

That's it!

Listening to the conversation between the two, Miss Succubus had the feeling of watching a funny stage play, and she almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

That's hilarious, isn't it?

Albert was a little helpless, and hurriedly said: "Okay, then make a statement, support Mr. Edward's suggestion, please raise your hand." ”

Miss Doll was the first to raise her hand, looking very supportive of Hodge.

This suggestion was made by Hodge, and he naturally supported himself, and immediately raised his hand.

Miss Succubus wanted to see how Mr. "Edward" reacted at the next party, so she raised her hand as well.

Simon the Gargoyle and Mr. Puppet looked at each other and raised their hands.

"Since there is no objection from everyone, from the next meeting, add an additional agenda for the exchange of occult knowledge and ancient history."

"Alright, adjourn."

Albert, the Divine Favorite, immediately clapped the decision and announced the end of the Blood Moon Gathering.

As Albert's voice fell, this magnificent and ancient palace began to fall apart and fall apart.

The glow of the blood diamond on the back of the top chair began to gradually converge, and the projection of the ancient gods dissipated.

The figures of several members gradually faded and disappeared into the palace.

Hodge was alone, still in place, sitting in a high-backed chair.

"So even if the party is over, I won't go back to reality directly......

Hodge muttered as he watched the magnificent palace that was crumbling and disappearing into a phantom.