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The most conspicuous sign of Lord Pa Ying is that smooth black hair, which is draped over her shoulders like a woman, and is not particularly cared for, and it hangs naturally.

From the perspective of a vampire lord, this is a bit too casual and even too serious.

But if you take the standard of an artist's temperament, this dress is just right.

Not rigid or soft, not righteous and not demonic.

At first glance, it seems that this person is a bit ordinary, but when you look at it again, you can see that he is different, mainly because of those eyes.

The pupils of the Lord's eyes were amber, with only a touch of scarlet in them, like the most beautiful and bewitching gems.

When he saw these eyes, it was enough to make most people's eyes ignore the appearance of his face.

But in fact, the lord is by no means an ugly monster, although he is not handsome to the level of a monster like Paliano and Murphy, but no matter which family's aesthetics are concerned, he is definitely an upper-average appearance.

Secondly, the momentum of Lord Pa Ying is inimmutable.

It was a kind of unassuming self-esteem that the vampire race had been serving as a leader and arbiter since the day it was born on the continent, and it had been cultivated after a thousand and one hundred years, and the legends and even "myths" about him that were sung all over the continent had seriously strengthened this majesty.

Not to mention those vampire descendants who were "born" in modern times, even if they are the same generation as Lord Pa Ying, the old Edward of the same age will put away the cold and domineering attitude of being the Grand Duke of Wolf Venom when he sees him.

This unique momentum, combined with the oppressive force when he appeared on the stage with the holy spear "Eternal Silence", was even stronger.

Old Edward's hand shaking his glass.

It's not because of fear.

The fact that the Venerable Lord came alone instead of bringing the elite of the entire Blood Alliance Knights to visit the door shows that this matter is still to be discussed, but even the Holy Spear "Eternal Silence" has been invited, and it is estimated that it will not be so easy to end this matter lightly today.

The first thought of the cunning Grand Duke of Wolf Venom was that he would suffer this time, and then one thought was that if he was lucky enough to survive, he would probably have to break the bank.

It's really distressing!

Lord Pa Ying didn't notice the change in old Edward's expression, or he didn't care, so he walked into the room with his hands behind his back, and sat down on the chair that should have belonged to Edward in the study.

He waved his hand.

The First and Third Lords turned and left the study, closing the door.

The scarlet holy spear "Eternal Silence" was left in the center of the room, unheld and still maintained an upright position at 90 degrees from the ground, it was obvious that this was not an ordinary weapon, and the shimmer it emitted enveloped the entire study in a reddish light.

It's not just pretty.

In this light of arbitration, everything that is not part of the material world is hidden.

Luckily, old Edward seems to be in good health so far, and hasn't had much to do with the dangerous and mysterious Otherworldly.

"I assure you, I don't know about the Corrando."

Old Edward spoke first.

He put the wine glass on the table and whispered:

"He's always been an uncontrollable guy, like an unstable metronome going back and forth between madness and savagery, and I wouldn't have taken that guy without distinction if I hadn't come to Greeney Island with my dying clan in desperate need of a legacy."

"Spencer, this little thing you said is not worth my own visit, and I and all the patriarchs and ancients who are still alive know very well how far our people will fall under the lure of darkness.

This has been happening for the past 1,000 years.

Corrando wasn't the first to turn his back on racial interests, and he won't be the last. ”

Before the Grand Duke of Wolf Venom's explanation could be finished, he was interrupted by Lord Pa Ying's outstretched hand.

The Lord leaned back in his chair, his gaze swept over Old Edward's study, and he paused for a moment on the few murals on the walls, but the artistic component of those things was obviously not enough for the Lord to comment more.

While maintaining an observant posture, he said casually:

"Now that you have taken power of Cato under the darkness from King Louis, you should put it to good use instead of throwing it out to some dangerous people who can't control it.

But at the end of the day, this is the internal affairs of your Wolf Venom Clan.

I'm not interested in getting involved and I'm not going to comment too much, you should know why I'm here tonight and why I'm making such a big fuss."

The Lord changed his seat.

He propped his hands on the desk, crossed his fingers over his mouth and nose, and his amber bloody eyes stared at old Edward in the smooth long windless hair.

He asked clearly:

"How much have you been involved in the subspace rift between Sarokdal and Transasia? Answer seriously! Spencer, I'll only ask this once, and you only have this one chance to justify! ”

Old Edward's heart sank.

He knew that it was not because of a messy faction leader that Lord Pa Ying had left behind the defenses of the Dark Mountains and came all the way to Greeney Island.

He knew that the damned Grand Duke of Blood Vulture would continue to make trouble for himself even if he died! Damn, there really can only be one wolf venom and blood vulture, right?

He also knew that Lord Pa Ying was already examining his sins.

If there is any lie in his next answer, he may be forced to have a life-and-death duel with his thousand-year-old brother in this place.

This duel is very likely to destroy most of the fog capital, but he believes that Lord Pa Ying will not let this lead to mercy.

His ancient and powerful brother is as benevolent as the legendary Sage of the Elves, but once he becomes cold-blooded, there is nothing on the continent to stop him from achieving his goal.

As an ancient man, Edward Sr. had seen something similar with his own eyes, and more than once.

Grand Duke Wolf Venom let out a sigh of relief, took a few steps back, pulled out a chair, and sat directly in front of the desk, right in front of the holy spear that was dangling in the air.

This unique composition makes the scene look like an interrogation.

And he, the Venerable Archduke Edward Spencer Gongero, was sitting on the "penance chair" at this moment.

He raised his head and looked at the pair of amber pupils in front of him, as if he was facing the rules of the ancient rulings of the thousand-year-old tradition of the Blood Clan, and he said in a deep voice:

"I didn't take part in seducing Sarlokdal!

I mean, I know about his strange changes in recent decades, and I know that he's secretly involved with some weird guys, and I even know that he has been using the alias 'Earl Fox' to take advantage of the opportunity to taste food all over the continent and find evil things related to the subspace.

But I wasn't going to use that against him!

Although the hatred of wolf venom and blood vulture is heavy, I know where the bottom line is set for us, especially after our poor little brother Charlemagne was executed by your 'big brother' two hundred years ago, I know that there are some things that cannot be touched.

However, the situation soon changed.

Specifically, two years ago, when the Ten Years' War was in full swing, the dwarven general's pioneer legion had just conquered the city of Sico, and most of the high-ranking members of the entire Portian Confederacy were wiped out, and the Wolf Poison Clan also intervened as part of the war.

That was just a way for me to show my loyalty to King Louis, and I didn't expect to fight the vultures through human warfare.

But one of my heirs brought back one for me.

A woman!

A woman named Cecilia.

She is already dying, as if she has been drained of her life by some evil thing, like a candle in the wind, but this woman's identity is not simple.

She was the human mistress of Sarokdal, and she said that she 'bore' a child to Sarokdal, and she said that Sarokdal took the child away from her.

She was crazy, and I thought for a moment that this woman might be imagining.

But I eventually decided to take the plunge.

I developed her into my heir, and I saw pretty terrible things in her memories, and it was those memories that gave me a complete plan."

Old Edward glanced at Lord Pa Ying.

The latter's face was unusually calm and did not rage at his frankness, and that calm countenance implied a terrible truth.

Perhaps everything he said now would have been known by Lord Pa Ying for a long time!

Even his own plan to destroy the blood vultures never escaped the eyes of this ancient brother.

"You're very honest, at least so far, go ahead."

Lord Pa Ying said:

"Name the most important part of your plan."

"Twilight!"

Old Edward uttered the word, saying:

"A man or organization calling himself 'Twilight' lurks around Salokdal, and they help him revise the bold plan of the 'Perfect Blood' that Tracy 'Scarlet Witch' made for Salokdal.

With an unimaginable madness, they expanded it into the realm of Gods and Subspace.

Perhaps the Scarlet Witch also wanted to use this plan to explore the mysteries of the gods, but the Dusk Crowd was obviously even more insane, and they tricked Sarokdal into creating a 'god' directly.

A midnight god who belongs to all vampires.

I don't know why the once cunning and clever Salokdal would listen to such nonsense, but the truth is, he did!

From Cecilia's memory, I saw that the plan had been in the works since the birth of the little girl named 'Fimis'.

Salokdal intends to sacrifice his clan to accomplish this mad feat.

I took advantage of this plan.

My means were to make sure he could advance his madness, and to that end, I used my political connections in the Plantagenet Kingdom to force the Pioneer Legion to stop at East Prus after destroying the city of Sico.

I know that Salokdal will end up playing to his own death.

But I didn't expect this matter to end in this way, and in my previous thoughts, it should be you who personally came forward to end this subspace-related matter.

Just as you destroyed the Blooddread Clan two hundred years ago, I confess that I have plans to take advantage of you."

"Lies!"

Lord Pa Ying scolded.

He got up, and in the middle of his long hair flying, he said:

"You know why Salokdal did this! You know very well why our old brother was seduced! You know very well that we all suffer from the same dark temptations!

Every midnight, every dream, every time we approach the Crimson Sanctuary Spencer, do you know why Sarlokdal did this?

Right? ”

The lord's rebuke became mild and even a little nervous sadness in the last sentence.

Faced with his problem, old Edward couldn't hold back at all.

A distorted look appeared on his gloomy face, as if he was caught in some old memory, which made him cinch his brow in pain.

After a few seconds, he whispered:

"Yes, I know, those memories about the pre-epochal fog, those memories that we have forgotten forever, about our origins, about the original sin of the Bloodline!

To this day, I can still see occasional fragmented images in which I can see you, Salokdal, Oksana and Charlemagne.

I can even see myself.

But I can't understand what we're doing in those images!

I can't even find out if those memories really exist in our cursed eternal life, where there is no source and no end, where there is no place to come and where to go!

It is highly likely that they are just some illusions, strange illusions formed by the golden life's keen perception of subspace.

But I can confirm!

It is no coincidence that Charlemagne and Sallockdahl finally died in the catastrophe of subspace, that dangerous force, those dangerous shadows have been calling and seducing us.

You and me.

We resisted that call.

But Sarokdal didn't hold on in the end.

He responded!

So he went mad, so he destroyed his own family with his own hands, so he created a terrible god with his own hands.

I'm even wondering if the so-called 'Twilight' is an organization of Sallokdal's imagination, or maybe it's a lie created by the brutal ravages of his mind in the subspace? ”

"No, they're real."

Lord Pa Ying waved his hand in a somewhat tired gesture.

All the questions he had to ask had been asked, and old Edward had passed the question, and it was time to say goodbye.

He said:

"'Dusk' is an organization that is active in the shadows, and they have been present in all the hidden dangers and disasters related to subspace in the entire continent for nearly a hundred years.

I've locked a few of them in and I'll take care of the rest.

You!

You don't chase everything that has to do with them.

Sarlokdal is a tragic example, but Spencer, I am very troubled by the fact that you have watched your brother fall into the trap of subspace and not come to my aid. 1,100 years ago, the day we, the first Blood, supported each other out of the Dark Mountains, we made a vow."

"Huh? Have it? ”

Old Edward looked confused.

He raised his head and looked at Lord Pa Ying in amazement, and he said:

"My first memory of pre-epoch was when I was awakened by you in the dark night at the foot of the barren mountains, and you told me that you had forgotten the past, and so did I.

Did we really make any strange vows? ”

"We've made it."

Lord Pa Ying looked into Edward's eyes and said:

"You, I, Charlemagne, Oksana, Salokdal, and Constance, the six of us have made a vow to lead the Bloodline to multiply and continue civilization in a strange continent, but only me and Constance can remember all this, and after Constance mysteriously disappeared, I became the inscribed reporter of the original oath.

Now the original Ancients are just me and you, Edward, and if one day you suddenly remember those memories from before the era, you must remember to tell me.

Be sure to stay away from subspace!

Nothing good will be born there. ”

After saying that, Lord Pa Ying put away the holy spear and walked to the door of the study, and before leaving, he turned back to old Edward, who was sitting on a chair and holding his head and meditating, and said:

"I think you should thank the Blood Vulture Clan for helping you solve that little trouble, a proper thank you is in line with tradition, don't you think? Also, I am very unhappy about the bad results caused by the infighting of the wolf venom clan, and I don't want a second time, the woman named Cecilia.

Look at her!

As soon as she has any more contact with Twilight, she will report back to me.

Of course, all this is just a suggestion. ”

"Of course, I understand what you mean, and then I will personally take charge of the defense of the Cato region, and I promise you will meet your trusty brother on the battlefield against the Black Plague."

The Grand Duke of Wolf Venom stood up and bowed down to say goodbye to Lord Pa Ying.

He stood at the window of his study and watched Lord Pa Ying and the two knight lords disappear into his domain, and it was only at this moment that old Edward relaxed.

He walked back to his desk and reached for the glass that had been placed on the edge.

He looked at the amber liquid in it.

His mind seemed to go back in time, back to a pre-epoch time, and in that strange building, he and his siblings were busy with work that he now couldn't understand.

He didn't know where it was, he didn't know what they were doing.

But he knew that it was that day's work that made the vampire race bear eternal "original sin".

The Grand Duke of Wolf Venom drank the wine from the wine glass.

In this way, he scattered the memories that he should not have remembered again, and then he let out a long breath, raised the empty wine glass high, faced the night, and said:

"'Chief Navigation Officer' Sarlockdahl Collinsman, may your soul return to Eden."

Ten minutes later, the unhappy old Edward put on the cobbler's gloves and returned to his leather workshop, his face full of dissatisfaction that the workers were forced to work overtime.

But what else can be done?

Lord Pa Ying said that he would give him a gift as a "temporary truce", so as the best leathersmith on the mainland, he could only personally send a set of good protective gear to the guy who got rid of Klando, as a way to "thank" them for getting rid of one of his heirs.

Alas, sure enough, it was still ruined.

It's really unpleasant!

Alas, why are things always so bad in Translasia?!

(End of chapter)