Lobik sat down in a quaint guest chair with a restrained expression, without the slightest hint of the style and majesty of being the head of the first-class security department. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In his spare eye, he saw a three-color iris sign on the side of the study, and a portrait of a kind old man.

Lobik knew that even the Count, who held a city and a lord, and held real power, could not easily sit here and talk to the powerful but elegant young nobleman across from him.

What's more, it's a little head of the Alert Department?

"Thank you for taking the time to see me in your busy schedule. Lobik bowed his head respectfully and whispered.

"Please don't say that! With your qualifications and status, it is more than enough to be my teacher—these are the words of my father. The young man with curly iron hair and a round face and thick lips smiled kindly, and said jokingly: "Although he and I are almost incompatible in terms of taste for wine, we can be said to be father and son in terms of respect for you, Lord Dilla. ”

A warm current surged into his heart, and Lobik nodded hurriedly: "The old duke is a respectable, generous and benevolent adult, and you are not inferior in this regard. ”

The young man froze and looked at the portrait in the study.

The old duke's smile was as kind and kind as ever.

It took a few seconds for the young man to recover from his contemplation.

"I'm so sorry, it's been two years, and I'm still- I hope I didn't disgrace him. The young man shook his head with a wry smile, stood up, and with a slightly sad smile flashed away, he looked into the distance faintly, and sighed leisurely: "Sometimes I think, if my father was still around-"

"I'd rather hear him scold me more. ”

Lobik was a little embarrassed, on the one hand, he also missed the benevolent old duke, and on the other hand, he felt that the little duke's true feelings were a very personal matter, and he should not interject.

Fortunately, the little duke turned around in time, put away his remembrance, and used a joke to relieve the old duke's embarrassment:

As long as he doesn't mention alcohol. ”

Hearing this, both Lobik and the young man laughed tacitly.

It is well known that the old duke likes to drink the rye alcohol spirits of Exeter, and the little duke likes to drink the fine wines of the Duchy of Serra, and the two of them have more than once red ears in front of the tricolor iris family crest for this matter, and even quarreled to the point of drawing a sword duel. Only the old duchess and the lovely Miss Hilley can make the two of them stop at the table with murderous eyes and coquettish eyes.

The young man's two sentences disappeared from the restraint and embarrassment in the room just now.

Amid laughter, the young man put down his precious agarwood pipe, walked to the side of the wine station, and picked up a bottle of wine without a label.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a smoker, but I just went to the racecourse and talked to some old-timers. "So hopefully, with a pipe, they'll look a little older—they'd rather watch out for a stumbling horse than listen to a hairy boy peddling his plans to suppress bandits." ”

The sharp-eyed Lobik noticed that among the various wines on the table was a bottle of rye spirit, which had been carefully preserved immaculately despite being unopened.

Thinking of the deceased old duke, Lobik couldn't help but feel a little moved.

It was the first time in two years since the death of the old Duke Cavendier that he had met the new Duke in private, but in just a few minutes, the approachable and well-behaved little Duke had already impressed the head of the Alert Department.

It is worthy of being the six giants that have been inherited for thousands of years, and it is worthy of the three-color iris who "would rather die because of friendship than with the enemy" (rather_die_for_friends_than_foes), and it is worthy of being the son of the old duke, and it seems that there are successors to the Cavendier family.

The head of the alert department bowed slightly, and then replied affirmatively: "Only those who lack talent will talk about seniority." I am confident that your character and talents, Lord Duke, will more than make up for it. ”

"Thank you," said the little duke, smiling wryly, as he took two glasses of red wine and handed one to Lobik, "and it was a great relief for me to say this from the youngest of the Vigilant Chiefs—do you know how Duke Cullen encouraged me?"

Lobik happily took the wine—his restraints had disappeared at some point—and watched with a smirk as the little duke mimicked the tone and posture of the pot-bellied East Coast duke.

"Don't worry, little Jenn, you know, your father and I were both raised by the former king's ass--" The little duke contorted his expression, following the example of Duke Cullen, and said with a red face and a rough voice, "-So, if anyone doubts our qualifications, we will show him our ass!"

Lobik and the little duke laughed again, and then clinked glasses happily and drank them all.

The low profile of the high position can always maximize the favor of the lower person.

After a cordial and friendly greeting, we finally got down to business.

The little duke finally frowned.

"Need a lot of corpses?old friends??," the young Duke Cavendier wondered, "Is that really what that man said?"

Lobik nodded solemnly: "He said that he was ordered by you, my lord, but as far as I know—"

"No matter how mad I am, I won't give such an order!" Duke Cavendier put down his glass with a serious face and waved his hand decisively.

Seeing the little duke's actions, Lobik finally put his mind at ease.

"I'm just a novice to government affairs, and I haven't paid attention to the Blood Vials for a long time - but what do you think about this as an experienced and well-versed vigilante?" the little duke asked, looking up.

Lobik was so impressed by the humility and deference of the little duke that he offered his advice wholeheartedly:

"As far as I know, it's not often that you need to consume a corpse. Mysterious magicians have long since died, evil gods or demon sacrifices have not existed for a long time, and the Blood Vials could never have been to advance their careers in medicine and therapeutics - so the rest are the races that live on corpses or blood. Lobik carefully analyzed.

Jenn Cavendier nodded slowly, closed his eyes, as if thinking about something, and after more than ten seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to stare at Lobik, and said in disbelief:

"Immortals?"

Lobik nodded affirmatively.

The little duke let out a long sigh.

The head of the alert hall stopped talking, he knew that the next thing he needed to do was to wait for this young and promising nobleman with high power to give a final decision.

"In an orderly and gradual manner of bribery and co-optation, the underground gangs are brought into the system and laws of the kingdom—" said the young duke, with his hands behind his back, pacing slowly around the room, which reminded Lobik of the old duke, "-- a policy of governance that my great-grandfather had ordered to implement since the reign of King Kessel IV, and the Blood Vials were a fruitful example of this for decades. ”

"But now it seems that once they fall into the gangsters, they will inevitably expose their lawless nature," the little duke frowned and carefully chose the words: "Of course, there are reasons why the emerging gangsters squeeze their living space, but blindly conniving is certainly not a long-term solution. ”

"It is already very excessive to use Hongfang Street to set up an ambush to endanger the lives and property of the inhabitants of the kingdom for no reason, and even to alarm the Imperial Council, so that His Majesty will be angry and reprimanded, and even the evil deeds are obvious——"

The little duke's face was solemn and majestic, and his words were firm and dignified, and every word was just right to knock on Lobik's heart, making him respectful:

After the failure of the infighting, I licked and licked my wounds without restraining my temper, and even tried to jump over the wall in a hurry, using the power of the outside and foreign races to turn over, and even threatened the Kingdom Alert Department in my name to demand the corpses of the people. ”

"It's ridiculous!"

Lobik bowed his head and waited for the final verdict of the tricolor irises.

"Ashford!" said the little duke, and in response came an old butler in a gray-haired formal suit.

Lobik recognized that this was Ashford, the old duke's most trusted butler during his lifetime, and quickly nodded in salute.

The old butler returned the salute meticulously, and then listened to the little master's orders:

"Who's in contact with the Blood Vials lately—forget it, whoever it is, you can ask him to come to my study to explain later!"

"Send a team of men, holding tricolor irises, and ask the Bloodvial Gang who can speak - the beloved general who threatens my father, the warden of the kingdom, they must give me an account of this account!"

"Send another team, take a Knights of the Rim to bring me their new guests, those wild wolves or vampires who have desecrated corpses and blood!

"Prepare the carriage and costumes, my trip is ahead of schedule, and I will go to the Fuxing Palace next week. Alas, after all, it's a matter of gangsters and grass people, and I don't know if Your Majesty is willing to listen to me-"

"Inform the Kingdom Secret Branch, it's time for Lord Morat to pay attention to the Feast Collar and the Wild Mountain!The Immortal Species is enjoying the corpse in the royal capital?Hmph! When was the last time they gathered in the king?The Year of Blood? If you let me know that those vampires and wild wolves are ready to interfere in internal affairs and subvert the stars-"

Hearing this, Lobik knew that he could not listen any longer, and quickly bowed, and withdrew from the study under the friendly and encouraging gaze of the duke.

Behind him, the little duke was still dissatisfiedly instructing his butler.

The head of the vigilance department stepped out of the door of the Cavendier family's manor and exhaled a reassuring breath, tonight, he had asked the duke about his intentions, and he would not suffer from the feud with the Blood Vials.

Above all, he met Duke Jenn Cavendier himself, and sincerely felt-

There is still hope for this decaying old kingdom.

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After confirming that Lobik had left the manor, Ashford, the butler, silently closed the door to the study.

Duke Jenn closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and sat down in his chair.

"I really admire him, a man in his forties still has so much blood-" Jenn kneaded the bridge of his nose, his movements gracefully relieved of fatigue, and his face tired: "It seems that he can really change something." It's a pity that taking care of the self-esteem of the subordinates is a compulsory course for the superiors. ”

"The Boss is very optimistic about his talents—besides, perhaps he is more worried about how his discord with the Blood Vials will affect your perception, my lord. Ashford quietly poured his master a glass of wine, then walked back to the table and began to wipe down quite a few bottles, especially the rye wine.

"Speaking of the Blood Vials. Jenn picked up his glass and took a sip, feeling the sweetness.

But he immediately shook his head, showing a helpless expression and said: "Openly looking for the guard hall to get the corpse is really laughable." Magicians are all apprentices in magic, and I thought they would have the corresponding wisdom. ”

"Their leader, the Wizard of Air, disappeared during last night's battle. Ashford silently reminded his master, "Moreover, the defeat of the Blood Vials has made them overstretched in terms of manpower, and they must not even be able to gather enough blood and food to entertain Corleone's family—hence this decision." Ashford didn't look at Jenn, but only intently wiped the bottle of liquor that the old duke had not been willing to drink during his lifetime.

"The cost of losing this kind of must-win battle is really high. Jenn groaned, shaking the goblet in his hand slightly.

"However, you always have to make up for your own mistakes. ”

"The Exeter envoys will be in the country next month, and I'm afraid that the personnel scheduled to be drawn from the Blood Vials will not be in place. Jenn looked down at the wine in his glass, inhaling it with a worried face.

He closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, slowly unbuttoned his collar, and took another sip of wine.

With the wine in his throat, Jenn looked up and saw a portrait of his father.

That kind smile made Jenn feel even more burdened.

"At least the Corleone family responded to your invitation as soon as possible, and the letters to the others have been secretly sent, and according to their relationship with Iris, I believe there will be a reply soon. Ashford said lightly.

"Hmph, House Corleone, the head of the 'Lower Seven' in the Night Realm, has only three people and some blood slaves. Jenn frowned and poured the wine from the bottom of the glass, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples gently: "This is not like their usual style. ”

Ashford looked down and signaled that he was listening.

"A wealthy family of the blood-rich duke wants blood, and it is similar to the beggars in the lower city. Obviously, it was enough to absorb the blood element of the corpse, but he couldn't wait to reach out for the blood of a living person, and he also wanted mortal-level and super-level masters. Jenn slowly opened his eyes.

Jenn's eyes became darker and deeper, and he took the wine that Ashford had refilled, and said quietly:

"It's a pity. ”

"After all, you are the one who 'invites' them to come, the host who provides 'room and board'. Ashford silently accentuated his sentence, reminding his master.

"They have concealed the truth - the truth about the current situation of the Corleone family. Jenn said expressionlessly, he closed his eyes and exhaled, calming down, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were already cold and cold: "And any accident could ruin our plans." ”

I only heard him say in a deep voice:

"Let Seychelles and Cassien, with four teams of knights, go to the vineyard manor. “

"First talk to Nekra and knock the Blood Vials, as long as they don't make trouble, Iris will keep them alive. “

"If you're the loser, why are you jumping up and down?"

"And then there were the three vampires from the Eastern Continent. ”

Jenn Cavendier's tone was unmistakable and unmistakable, and the expression on his round face was obviously calm, but unprovokedly terrifying.

"Find out what secrets they're hiding. ”

"If they don't cooperate—"

"Drafting an official letter to the Temple of the Sunrise, the Cavendier family remains loyal to the Lord Sunset, enclosing the three vampire heads and saying hello. ”

"The intelligence line sent to the Eastern Continent - I want to know all the recent events in the Night Realm. ”

"These three bloodlines are no longer available. Let's find someone else to do that. ”

Duke Jenn gently lowered the cup in his hand.

In contrast, King Kessel will be forty-eight years old next year, and the previous kings all chose their heirs at this age (the time when Lore Star was reincarnated four times in the starry sky). This is the critical moment of the change of the throne, and the tug-of-war and competition with the other five giants is the key.

If the star is destined to die.

Then Leinster Kevendil, who had always fought at the side of Tormond I, let his equally outstanding descendants, let his tricolor iris take the oath of the revival king.

That way, I would have enough power to ......

Thinking of this, Jenn felt his shoulders heavier and stronger.

But as soon as he thought of the fat man of Duke Cullen, Jenn's pupils moved slightly, and he chuckled, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

Ashford put down the bottle in his hand, bowed perfectly without any expression, and walked away.

"By the way, although it is a small matter, let the Seychelles ask Nekla. ”

Jenn raised his head and saw Duke Kevendier under the tricolor irises, and added with a deep look in his eyes:

"How's the matter of Mindis Hall?"

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Although CM reminded me before that there were book friends leaving messages at the starting point, I really went to see it and found out (to the glory of the iris pattern: yes, I have a book review area that pays attention to the starting point!), it turns out that there are so many book friends at the starting point who are reading books and collecting and leaving messages, and there are actually rewards (thank you Arnold, you and the gods of God A?o for the tips)!

Mom, I'm so moved, a slow-burning Western fantasy that I don't have hope for signing a contract myself, can still attract a lot of readers~ (I posted the book on Genesis, but it's so embarrassing, I checked it, and the collection at the starting point is twice as much as my collection in Genesis orz~ Tails is probably the wrong child!)

Thank you so many book friends!Wujian suddenly felt full of motivation! It's a pity that the author number of Wujian can't be shared at the starting point, and it seems that there is no way to reply or refine it~It's nerve-wracking~

It seems that there is still hope for opening a QQ group or something~

There will also be a chapter in the evening.