It's rare to see Kui so serious, so let's follow. A big man in front of him led the way, Kui and I followed, and finally the evil corpse. The four of them didn't speak, and just walked into a hall, but this hall really opened my eyes.

In the hall were countless handsome men and women, dressed in medieval French dresses, wearing high wigs, their lips and faces painted an abnormal red, but their faces were pale, the white of a dead man. Some people see us and judge us as a person. Others continue to stagger as if no one else was around; There were other people who saw us, but that condescending look made me very unhappy.

There are also a few people in modern clothes mixed with them, but they are just as drunk and golden.

We walked through the hall to the atrium. There were also many men and women in the atrium, but they were more indulgent, unclothed and indulged in sensual pleasures, and the smell of wine, meat, and hormones filled the air, and I began to wonder if Kui had brought me some underground den. After passing through the atrium, a short corridor was placed in front of us. In the corridor stood four male waiters, also dressed in medieval European servant attire and wearing tall French wigs.

The two waiters in the back opened the door at the end of the corridor for us, and a small round hall appeared in front of us. Inside, in the middle of the room, against the wall, there is a distinctly tall chair, like a throne, and it takes three steps to sit on it. The top of the back of the chair is carved in the shape of a crown, and the intricately carved ribbons of ribbon extend down the wood on either side of the chair. Sitting on the pale yellow and slightly brown leather surface is a young and middle-aged white man in a suit and leather shoes, no more than 40 years old.

I thought I'd meet someone dressed like the Middle Ages on the outside, but I didn't expect it to look normal.

He was dressed in a well-fitting suit with a black bottom with silver-gray vertical stripes, and shiny leather shoes. I didn't wear a tie, and the top two buttons of the shirt were not fastened, which was very casual. Holding a civilized stick in his hand, the huge ring on the little finger of his left hand is very attractive to the eye. Looking up at his face, pale white skin, brownish-yellow hair, pale eyebrows, and deep Germanic eye sockets with slightly green eyes. The nose is high, there is no beard, the lips are thin and bloodless, and the whole face gives people a resolute but proud expression.

"This is the underground king of this city, the 7th generation of the blood clan, and the great elder of T City. Lupin. Feng. Viscount Doyle", Kui introduced.

“… Hello Elder. ", Bloodline? I'm here to watch a movie?

"It's better to call me William, Lupin is my religious name." , the tone of the other party, cordial with a sense of superiority.

"You speak Chinese really well." , this surprised me, after all, white people speak Chinese, it feels so strange.

"Yes, I've been to the Central Plains. It was Kui who helped me over there and won my friendship. The Viscount of the Blood Clan smiled as he stretched out his left hand to Kui and shook it through the air. Kui smiled back at the right time, why do I think Kui looks more proud.

I looked at Kui, my eyes full of questions, what do you mean? What bloodline? What Elder? What's the name? Can you explain how much you can explain next time?

The waiter brought two chairs at the right time, although they were not as advanced as the viscount sat on, but they were also very good solid wood furniture, and I moved them gently, they were quite heavy.

Kui Ze sat down on the chair and said politely: "William, this is what I told you a few days ago, the director of study abroad in our office. In the future, if there are any problems with the students on his side, I will trouble you to pay more attention. ”

"No problem, my friend. In this city, there is no problem that I can't solve. As he spoke, the viscount shook the bell beside him, and a servant outside the door opened the door and came in and bowed, "Let Simon come, and then come to Peter in 20 minutes." ”。

The servant did not speak, but bowed his luggage and went out. Soon, a hippie-like man came in the door. His brown hair was dreadlocked, down to his head and chest, his thick black eyebrows were ringed with eyebrow rings, and his deep eye sockets were slightly greenish for the Germanic people. Although he is white, he has dark skin, and he doesn't know if he is tanned or painted. He wears a yellow David shirt on his upper body, dark blue low-crotch pants on his lower body, and Martin boots on his feet.

"My lord, did you call me?"

"Yes. This is Jiang, I need you to have a resonant connection with him. The Viscount still spread out his left hand and pointed his whole palm at me, so that it didn't feel as disrespectful as his fingers.

"Yes, sir." , this one is called new without superfluous nonsense, immediately start preparing ... Wine? I saw him skillfully fiddling with the shaker, adding all kinds of strange spices and liquids to it from time to time. Then he slit his wrist and dripped a drop of visibly shiny blood.

When he brought the drink to me, to be honest, I refused. But a room full of people looked at me, two blood clans, and a demon, so that if I don't drink it, I have to think about what to do in the second half of my life. I looked up at Kui, who nodded at me, but didn't say anything. My heart was horizontal, today is today, and I raised my head and poured it down.

The entrance is sticky and bitter, but after the bitterness, it is a little sweet, and I unconsciously said: "Next time, you can burn a sugar cube and put less bitter essence." Just kidding, Lao Tzu also used to go to bars when he was young, and I can also fiddle with bartending.

"Hahaha, I love your humor." The viscount smiled, "I appreciate your guts and courage, and I dare to drink the blood of a vampire even if I know there is it." You're a friend of our blood, my friend. ”。 I looked at him with a wry smile, thinking to myself, can I get out of this castle if I dare not drink?

"Trust me, friend. Simon is the best alchemist and apothecary we have here. Although he is a blood clan, he never eats blood. You empathize with him and it will benefit you for the rest of your life. Okay, you can go down. The latter words were addressed to Simon.

Simon didn't ask anything, didn't say anything, turned and walked out the door. I kind of understand, it seems that I really talk a lot.

Simon went out, and Peter came in. The viscount looked at me and said with a smile, "You must be curious why the Blood Clan has something to do with the witchers. I'll tell you, or I'm sure you must have a question mark in your heart. ”。 Am I so easy to see through? I looked at Kui, Kui looked at me, and nodded.

Alas.

"Please make it clear to the Viscount."

"Call me William, my viscount is not the rank of the blood clan, but a noble title." , the viscount waved his hand.

"Okay, then please tell me why you came to me."

"Our blood clan is about to become extinct." , but your expression doesn't look like you're going to be wiped out, and you can even raise your eyebrows.

“… Is it so serious? I could only follow him.

"Have you heard of the Millennial Holy War?"

"Nope." Honestly.

"It was a battle between the Bloods and the Bloods. At first, the descendants of the second-generation blood clan and the descendants of the third-generation blood clan were fighting each other, and now it is a death match between the demon party and the secret party. The elite is exhausted, and the nascent bloodlines are either inexperienced or cynical. The brilliance of our bloodline can only be seen in the dark underground. What you said, you dare to let you see the sun, of course I can't say it.

"Then why are you looking for me? What do I need to do? ”

"Let's not talk about ancient things, do you know the origin of the Demon Party and the Secret Party?" , The Viscount continued to raise his eyebrows and asked, like a junior high school history teacher asking you: Do you know what it means to be semi-feudal and semi-colonial?

“… I really don't know. Does this guy think everyone should know that I've been slandering?

"To put it simply, in ancient times, we once upset the balance between humans and bloods, and were hunted down by humans. There was no way for us to form the Camarilla League, and it was stipulated that the Bloodlines needed to escape from the world. But after the 12th century, one of the bloodlines mutated into a demon party. Although they also eat blood, they are no longer pure and noble blood. Their descendants have no mind, and are all walking corpses who only follow orders. For nearly a thousand years, no one knows what happened to them or why they mutated, and now they have a tendency to expand. They are no longer reclusive, they don't care about the eyes of the world! If this continues, it will affect the safety of all our bloods. Only then did he see that the viscount was a little angry, because his eyes began to turn red.

“.… And then what? I'm now in the mindset of listening to stories, and of course I want to give storytellers a step.

"After the unremitting efforts of the Retreat Society, we found that in the 12th century, we used a demon clan from the Central Plains to contact the earliest demon party. Your occult spells in the East are deeply feared by our bloodline. We have immortal life ourselves, but we don't want our offspring to become mindless walking dead. And we don't want to tear ourselves apart with humans, so I hope you can help us find that strange demon and find a way to stop them from doing their crazy things right now. He regained his sincere and haughty expression.

"You really look down on me... Woo, do you have anything to say? This task is going to be dead.

I really can't hold it back, the gods are fighting, how can I control it? What good will it do you if you fool me into doing what I can't do, and then I indirectly offend the head snake? And, what does this have to do with the Bloodlines and the Witchers?

Kui's face did not change and his heart did not beat, and he said to me: "I know that you can't actually help you in this matter, mainly to let you know William." In addition, the Demon Hunters are now mainly hunting the Demon Party, as they are more harmful. Coupled with the discord between the witchers and the Holy See, the enemies of the so-called friends are friends. ”。

So what do you do? I didn't want to ask this directly, so I could save some face.