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The conversation between Leon and the Patriarch of Basel can be described as "a pleasure for the guests and the host", but the topics they have been talking about for nearly twenty or thirty minutes have never touched on the main purpose of the trip, and are almost all casual chatter.

The most talked about is the City of Chaos, and Basel asks in great detail - including the composition of the forces, the divisions of power, the relationship between the parties, and so on, which gives the impression that the Sharp-Clawed Werewolf is about to rush to the City of Chaos to start a business.

Leon knew that this was not the case, and from the other party's attitude, he could feel that Basel was judging their origin in this way, and if they were not from the City of Chaos, or even had only stayed there for a while, then it would be absolutely impossible to know how detailed the situation of the City of Chaos was.

In fact, Leon didn't stay in the chaotic capital for a long time, less than a month at most. However, Kaka, who was with him at the time, was an old seniority, and he participated in an important event, and had "close" contact with important members of the Black Hand Brotherhood, the Hand of Glory, and other important members of the council, and in a short period of time, he got to know the city quite well, although he only knew that this understanding was only superficial, but it was enough to deal with this cautious old werewolf.

Sure enough, although Basel was very indifferent, he kept paying attention to the young man's expression, watching him answer his questions fluently, without any panic and crampedness, and his tone gradually became more peaceful.

After dozens of minutes of small talk, Basel's problems began to reduce. Then it fell silent, as if contemplating something.

"It looks like the appetizers are ready, and it's time for dinner. The young man also closed his mouth, thinking to himself.

"May I have a few words with that little girl?" said the werewolf patriarch, looking directly at Leon

"Why not?" said Leon, "this is the purpose of Belmond's invitation on your behalf, and this is also the purpose for which we are here. ”

Basel nodded and looked next to Leon, where Melissa sat with her head down, hiding her petite body behind him, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Little girl, your name is Melissa. Isn't that right?" it asked.

Melissa's body stiffened, and she opened her mouth, only to respond like a mosquito.

"Don't be nervous. Li Ang turned to the side, gently held the other party's cold palm, and said with a smile: "Remember what I said before, it's okay." ”

Melissa's eyes slowly widened. A faint flush rose up on his cheeks. Her body began to tremble slightly, and Leon patted the back of her hand, and then said, "Don't be too excited, just keep a normal heart." ”

The little girl's expression was a little strange, but she quickly adjusted her feelings, and finally raised her head to meet the werewolf's gaze, and said, "Yes, Patriarch Basel. My name is Melissa, and I come from a small village in the south of the Land of Chaos. ”

"The Land of Chaos, South...... The Lands of Chaos, South......" Basel muttered. While looking in that direction. Although its gaze was a little misty, it looked as if it could penetrate the wooden house and look hundreds of miles away.

After a while, Basel shook his head, as if he hadn't figured out anything, and said slowly, "You have a mixture of werewolf and human blood...... It's rare, at least not one I have, and it's said to be even more strange when you become a werewolf with even more pure golden hair than Belmond. ”

"Actually, color alone can't completely confirm whether your werewolf bloodline belongs to the Golden Wolf Clan, and it requires a special way of judging," Basel looked at the girl, his expression becoming stern, "This method may be difficult for you to accept, but I think it is necessary." ”

"How?" asked Melissa weakly.

"Please give me a little bit of your blood, and I can judge by taste. ”

After the old werewolf patriarch finished speaking, Melissa turned her gaze to the young man in front of her at about the same time as she heard this.

From Guò Belmond's description and his own observations, Basel understands that Melissa is actually easier to persuade, but as long as this person is present, the girl will only listen to his advice, and it can be said that if he does not agree, Melissa will never agree.

Li Ang frowned slightly, a little difficult to make a decision in his heart. The other party said it more tactfully, but it was obvious that he had to judge the way Guò tasted the blood, and to be honest, as a human, he did have some resistance to this method - even a beautiful vampire girl like Fiona had to suck blood from his neck several times before he could get used to it, let alone the shriveled werewolf patriarch.

So if he was the party himself, he might have refused directly, but not now, many of Melissa's previous expressions showed that she wanted to understand her life experience, and she couldn't make decisions for her at will because of her likes and dislikes.

"Is this the only way?" asked Leon.

"Yes," Basel said calmly.

"Accuracy...... How?"

Basel smiled, and there was an indescribable bitterness in his smile, "I guess you can guess, in fact, it was a long time ago...... I used to be a member of the Golden Wolf Clan, so there would be no inaccuracies at all, and if she was, the kind of smell and fluctuations contained in the blood itself belonged to our clan, how could I not tell?"

Leon was silent for a moment, looked back into Melissa's eyes, and said, "If it's okay, I think I can give it a try." ”

The little girl let out a soft "oh", took a small container that Belmond had handed over in time, and without hesitation, made a cut in her arm with her fist.

"Enough, there's no need to ...... too much"

Basel couldn't help but remind Melissa when he saw Melissa's posture, and when Belmond returned to his side, he took the container, and there was obviously more anticipation in his eyes.

Next, it slowly poured the blood in the container into its mouth, then closed its eyes and felt the taste of the blood.

The cabin became extremely quiet, all eyes were on its face, and Belmond refused to miss a single expression of his father, wanting to know the final result in advance.

A moment later, Basel slowly opened his eyes with unusual calm, but a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

It found the girl for the first time, and when it saw the other party's nervous expression, it couldn't help laughing, and its laughter grew from small to large, and gradually became sonic and sounding hearty.

"Melissa, my kindred people, Basel?Talon welcomes you!" (To be continued......)