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Cortrina Corleone...

Seven years ago, the horror of the birch forest returned to his mind overnight, and Thales had to resist the desire to touch his neck with all his strength.

Le Corleone made another salute, respectful and decent, but exuding inexplicable coldness: "Forgive me, for reasons known to all, I can only visit Kongming Palace on the right night, so I am late to see you."

Jen looked at Thales, and then at the Count of Blood in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Okay, very good, very good," Thales coughed, "My Majesty Cortina and I—"

"Admiration for each other, friendship lasts forever," Li said decisively, without holding his beak, he took out a letter from his arms, "Here is her letter."

Admire each other.

Friendship lasts forever.

Tyles bit his lip, and in a complex mood, he squeezed out a smile and stretched out his hand to receive the letter under Jen\'s strange gaze.

"Your Majesty also asked me to bring a sentence," Li seems to be not enough, "The covenant in the inner sea is still unforgettable."

Thyls\'s expression froze.

"Inner Sea, what inner sea?" Jann couldn\'t help but speak.

Sunset, can he stop having to do with the blood-drinking gang anymore?

"This, uh..."

The prince looked at the blood fangs emblem on the letter and said with a smile:

"I don’t need to read it now? Do I want to reply after reading? Where should I return it? Is there a fixed letter crow? Or a directional stone in the crow house?"

Dan Li turned directly to the other side, and ignored him:

"Jean Kevin Deere."

The Duke of South Bank nodded gently in response:

"Earl Li, or, Adjutant Officer."

"Okay, I get it." Thales whispered, who didn\'t pay attention to it. He shook the letter in his hand and consciously retracted his seat.

Li stared at Jen, his eyes were extremely cold, oozing inexplicable pressure:

"In the past three hundred years, many dukes of the Emerald City have called this name, and I have seen two of them."

But Jenen didn’t realize it, and smiled as usual:

"And I have long admired your name, Earl Li under the Throne of the Blood Sea. The family has records: You are the most self-denying Corleone, with human blood in the front, but you can remain unmoved."

"I probably know where these records came from," Li was unmoved in the face of the praise, he responded coldly, "I just hope you don\'t invite me to a banquet like your great-grandfather, but found eight people in the banquet. The girl who is coming to the moonlight serves wine and dinner just to see the appearance of a vampire who is thirsty and out of control."

What?

Thales frowned and looked at the Duke.

Jenn coughed and whispered to Thales:

"My great-grandfather was only nineteen years old, and he was severely punished afterwards."

Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"In short, this shows that our two families have a long friendship and a rich history." Jann quickly skipped the embarrassment and went straight to the subject. "But because of some trivial matters seven years ago, Kevin Deere and Corleone have not been in contact for a long time. This cannot but be said to be a pity."

"Trivia?"

Thales whispered, not surprisingly, in exchange for Jen\'s anger.

"It\'s true, Lord Duke," Li nodded, without any fluctuations in his words, "Your Majesty is particularly sorry-especially since she almost lost the throne and even her life."

Thales nodded solemnly.

Jane was a little speechless, but he quickly picked up the wine glass with one hand to block Thales’ grimace on his side, and sighed:

"Yes, I am sorry for the accident that year, count, I am willing to compensate for this, but I also know that no compensation can be repaid... But the long-term separation is not good for both parties, especially we are at the end of the sea. Both ends of the best trade wind circumnavigation..."

But before Jayne finished speaking, Li spoke again:

“Hence, her Majesty believes that before the two reconnect with each other and resume cooperation, we must first settle our debts and settle our grievances.”

After speaking, he looked straight at the Duke of South Bank.

The previous debt was settled, and both grievances and grievances were settled.

Jane frowned.

But the next second, he laughed out loud like a face change:

"That\'s natural! As you can see, even the person who was present at the time, His Royal Highness Thales, has already settled my suspicion with me and drank at the same table—"

"What?" Thales stuck out his head in disbelief.

Jane turned the glass with a smile, and blocked Thales’s face out of sight again:

"——Then our two families, iris and blood fangs, are there any old grievances that cannot be solved?"

What?

Tyles\' eyes rounded:

Can you do it like this?

So thick-skinned?

This time, Li was silent for a long time, his eyes were quiet and dead, and against the banquet surrounded by people, it became more disturbing.

But the next second, Thales felt a flower!

What\'s up? The prince was surprised and subconsciously awakened the sin of the prison river in his body!

"Seychelles!"

Jen\'s voice sounded, stern and vigilant.

The voice fell, and Thales recovered.

Only then did he discover: Li\'s hand, I don\'t know when there is an extra glass of wine.

Beside Jayne, butler Ashford frowned and looked at the wine tray in front of him: there was a glass missing on it.

"Don\'t be nervous, Your Highness, Duke," Li said blankly, "I\'m just thirsty, take a glass of wine."

Jean looked at the blood clan warily and took a deep breath.

A few seconds later, he waved back.

Behind the Duke, the Seychelles knight who appeared at some point groaned, retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath, and sat back in his seat.

The surrounding guests feasted as usual, and the music was enthusiastic as usual. No one seemed to have discovered the thrill of this moment.

In the distance, Mallos lowered his fist, and several familiar faces of the Star Lake Guard infiltrated the crowd again.

Li raised the glass and drank slowly, and then put it down slowly, as if he wanted to avoid the situation that had just happened.

And Jane just stared at him quietly, waiting for a response.

"Then, I am willing to believe in Kevin Deere\'s sincerity, and wait and see," Finally, the blood race with the face of the Far Eastern spoke slowly, "I hope your compensation is sufficient."

The voice fell, Jayne let out a sigh of satisfaction (Tyles sighed regretfully):

"No problem, we can talk about everything: bitumen, eternal oil, or other things, you must know that the end of the sea is huge."

"Very good," Li gave a salute to the Duke of South Bank, "There is a master like you, Kevin Deere will be able to heal the blood forever."

Jean smiled again, as if he had forgotten the scene just now:

"May the blood of the Corleone family be healed forever."

"It\'s touching to turn an enemy into a friend." Thales said sourly on the side, and greeted Jen\'s unpleasant gaze again.

But at this moment, everyone thought that the tension was no longer there, and when the threat was gone, Li\'s head twisted like a puppet and looked to the left!

"Le Corleone, the powerful officer under the seat of Ye Jun, what a pleasant surprise!"

Tyers and Jane were both shocked: I don’t know when, a young nobleman with luxurious clothes and twenty years old appeared beside Li with surprise on his face.

The young man has a handsome face and a hearty smile. His eyebrows, eyes and corners have all undergone careful modification, and his eyes are piercing.

He held a glass of wine, but Thales noticed that the wine in the glass was calm.

"Oops." Jen frowned and whispered.

"What\'s the matter?" Thales asked him in a low voice, but he could only get a response by shaking his head.

The young man was full of smiles. He casually sat down beside Thales and raised his glass:

"How is King Nightwing? Have you found him? Two hundred years ago, did he sleep in retreat or go for a walk? Don\'t be caught by the Sunshine Temple, of course, in case he gets trapped by vampire hunters. ——"

"You don\'t deserve to talk to me, junior."

Li spoke in a deep voice, speaking at an unpleasant rate, but interrupted the youth just right, and the words still made people feel a faint warning:

"Change to your mother, or the old Mavolo is almost the same."

The handsome young man\'s smile stagnated.

"Tsk tsk, age discrimination is not shallow."

He looked at Jen and Thales, shrugged helplessly, and looked back at Earl Li.

"But don\'t worry, I will take this to the tomb of my mother and the old speaker—or in the tomb."

Li did not answer, but stared at the uninvited guest coldly.

Tels has nothing to do with him, but he pays attention to the situation with interest.

Jean obviously knew the young man, and he cautiously reminded:

"Yannick."

But the young man named Yannick didn’t seem to have heard it. He leaned forward and stared at the blood in front of him unscrupulously:

"Be careful, Lord Jen, these are the seven branches of the Night Kingdom that are famous for their madness and violence. Once they get angry, the Emerald City will bleed."

Li has a sharp look!

"Two!"

Jen raised his volume and smiled unabatedly: "Today is a feast of battle. It is one of the most celebrated days in the Emerald City."

Yannick and Li looked at each other.

"Ha, just kidding, after all in this city," Yannick chuckled, "Who has the ability to make iris bleed?"

Li snorted coldly.

Jen breathed a sigh of relief.

But the young man suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to Thales:

"My name is Yannick, Your Highness Thales, from the feast leader."

Thales had to respond and shook the opponent\'s hand.

"I\'m Thales Canxing-oh, your hands are so cold, wait, feast leader?"

Thyls remembered something, and subconsciously let go of the opponent\'s cold hand.

"Yes, that\'s right, that\'s why I can only come here at night." Yannick smiled slightly and retracted his hand, not feeling disgusted.

He looked at Li, meaning something:

"And just as unpopular."

Feast collar.

Tyles’ smile disappeared. He thought of the geography of the Westland, the feast collar and the Yemang Mountain, these are all locations on the golden corridor, adjacent to the city-state of Levol, but...

The ??Feast Leader is the mysterious territory of the blood races who stayed in the Westland after the end of the war. It is governed by the dark night council composed of the upper six branches.

He is of blood.

Tyles frowned and looked at Yannick, but the kinship didn\'t care, he smiled and let Thales look at it.

No wonder he has to put on makeup.

Otherwise, his face will probably look like Li, which makes people know that it’s wrong at first glance...

Or like the dead face of Nicolai.

Jen coughed and motioned to Yannick:

"Thyls, this is a member from the feast leader, the dark night council..."

"Ah, Lord Duke, we have changed our name and we are no longer called the Dark Night Council," Yannick\'s eyes lit up and interrupted Jayne. "Now, we are called the Immortal Council."

Jen frowned:

"The Immortal Council?"

Li also moved his eyes in the same way.

Yannick smiled and nodded:

"Exactly, you know, warm-blooded people always have fear and bad associations about the night, and always feel that darkness is evil and terrifying, coupled with the long-term misunderstanding of cold-blooded species, so we passed the resolution, no longer It\'s called the Dark Night Council..."

Li sneered, seemingly disdainful.

Jean followed his kindness and immediately changed his words:

"Very well, Immortal Council. Thales, allow me to re-introduce. This is Yannick Hollier, the seventh member of the Immortal Council, representing the Hollier family of the six branches who led the feast."

The Dark Night Council, the Immortal Council.

The seventh congressman.

Houlier family.

Countless nouns flashed through Thales’ mind quickly, but he noticed another point:

"Representative Yannick, you just said-warm-blooded, cold-blooded?"

Yannick nodded cheerfully:

"Ah, I\'m glad you noticed this, Your Highness. We used to call ourselves the\'longevity species\' and humans as the\'short-term species\'. I used this when I was young... but there is no doubt that this is historical formation. It’s time to get rid of the opposing title, lack of respect, and reflect the narrow and old-fashioned thinking."

Yannick looked at the duke and prince kindly:

"So, you are a warm-blooded species, and we are a cold-blooded species. Your Highness, I believe this is a more objective, more respectful, and friendly appellation, which will help to eliminate the misunderstanding, estrangement and hatred between humans and blood races over the years."

Warm-blooded, cold-blooded.

Tels understands.

"The longevity species that has been abandoned for thousands of years is arrogant and disregarded. On the contrary, it is self-willing and contemptuous, self-binding, self-contemptuous, and self-sufficient." Li sneered from the side.

Jen frowned.

But Yannick smiled unabated:

"Oh, is it? But in my opinion, Earl Li, maybe claiming to be a\'longevity species\' is self-inflicted: no matter how immortal the blood is, the life span is half that of the immortal elves, isn\'t it? "

Thyls wondered:

"Which half?"

Yannick looked back and smiled easily:

"daytime."

Tels suddenly.

"Naive, naive, and ridiculous."

Le Corleone continued to sneer, he disdainfully said:

"Junior\'s boring child\'s play."

Jen coughed heavily, but obviously it didn\'t help much.

"I\'m sorry, but it\'s not naive, nor ridiculous, nor boring, Corleone," Yannick shook his glass and changed a comfortable sitting position. "This is out of realistic political considerations."

"Political considerations?" Thales asked.

"We are not the same as our relatives in Donglu, Your Highness Thales. The feast leader is a place where blood and humans, cold-blooded and warm-blooded species inhabit and even rule together. We need to deal with the outside world-not just with a sword. ."

Yannick smiled and said:

"Therefore, respect is necessary and mutual: If the kinsmen no longer want to be called disgusting\'vampires\', no longer want to be treated as enemies by humans, no longer want to be isolated by the world, no longer want to be in the cycle of hatred, endlessly suffering from hatred and Fear, then we must change the impression that outsiders have of us and change our attitude towards the world."

"Just like your kingdom: after the end of the war, the King of Rejuvenation will no longer show the appearance of the prince of the empire, in order to abandon the notoriety of tyrants and tyranny, and let the Star Kingdom stand in the era of the end."

Tyles rolled his eyes.

Jen chuckled, seemingly helpless:

"But the world has never let go of this. Seven hundred years later, they still satirize us as ‘imperial people’."

Li from the kingdom of night snorted disdainfully.

"Respect is not obtained by low-pitched breath," the Corleone said coldly, sullenly, "but by strength, death, fear, and the blood of the enemy-what we depend on for survival, the fourth generation Junior."

"Yes, hiding in the bunker, hiding in the mist, taking in the heinous robbers and bandits, turning the surrounding environment into a horrible and gloomy environment, and then calling yourself\'the kingdom of night\'," Yannick sarcastically, "with the surrounding kingdoms. Perpetual hostility, fighting with waves of crusaders, relying on robbery, murder, coercion, bewitching, blackmailing, and coercion."

The kinsman leader of the feast raised his head and prepared to drink:

"This is really respected, the second generation old guy."

But in the next second, Li suddenly stretched out his hand and firmly grasped Yannick\'s glass!

Yannick frowned, and looked at each other with Li.

"Two people, please," Jen sighed helplessly, "I cherish my banquet and the reputation of both of you."

Li was silent for a while, and slowly let go of the opponent\'s glass.

"It\'s ridiculous."

"Without His Majesty Lanli\'s past cross-sea warfare, without his frightening record, without him proving the role of the blood in large-scale wars," Li Han said, "Can the relatives of the feast leader live so comfortably in Xilu? Can you live in the complex golden corridor to the present?"

"Look at the fate of Yemang Mountain-after the wolf enemy, is there a community of werewolves in Westland?"

Yannick pursed his mouth.

"Yes, I believe." The congressman was a little lacking in confidence. He smiled helplessly at Thales, "It\'s just that it\'s rare?"

"If there was no King Fuxing to establish the Yongxing City in Shawen\'s homeland, there would be no **** conquests of the Black Eyes in the past decades, and there would be no rolling iron hoofs of the Blade King going westward and going south," Li Duo continued aggressively, "How did the Star Kingdom obtain today\'s territory and status? Is it by changing the name of the Exter people to "the good brothers of the north"? Or by calling themselves "the harmless little baby of the empire"?"

Thales blinked.

Yannick frowned: "But the stars are not—"

"Remember, the fourth generation of juniors, verbal and formal hypocrisy, cannot change the cruel nature: we are still the blood race, we are still competing with the surrounding races, and the enemies will not just follow us because of a change in title. Love each other and live in harmony."

Leng Leng Road:

"Only war can win respect."

Yannick is speechless for a while.

"maybe."

But Thales’ voice sounded at this moment:

"Maybe some of the people who won the war won respect."

"But this doesn\'t mean: war can win respect."

Jane, Yannick, and Li Qiqi looked at him.

"Yes, Black Eye won the war, at least most of them, but he didn\'t win respect: after he died, the stars were in flames and torn apart," Thales sighed. "It is his son who won respect. The King of Taiping, Kessel I, was his national policy of taking pains to recuperate and restoring life, and he would rather spend money than use troops."

Jen is thoughtful.

"Blade King Tormond II also won the war, but he still didn\'t win respect: After his death, the bandits of the blades swarmed, and the western wilderness was like hell," the prince thought of his history class and Gilbert. , Could not help feeling sentimental, "It is the later\'King of Niu\' Su Mei and the\'Eight Fingers\' Horace, and even later the Queen Mother and the Jackal Su Mei, who have won respect for generations of support and governance. And comfort."

Lee remained motionless, but Yannick\'s eyes looked at Thales differently.

Tales took a breath, sat upright, and looked at the two blood races:

"What a war can be won is only a condition for obtaining respect, and it is only one of the conditions."

"But that is by no means respect."

Tyers is decisive and affirms his thoughts more and more:

"Never not."

"If we stop here, there is no way to talk about respect."

There was a moment of silence during the dinner.

"Forgive me for my blindness, Your Royal Highness," Li said suddenly, and he stared at Thales, "You are still more like the Fuxing King."

"His Royal Highness is going to make contributions, right?" Yannick laughed.

Li turned to his family in Xilu and snorted coldly:

"Go ahead, junior, abandon the pride of the longevity species, indulge in happiness, self-willing, depraved, humbly, humbly-you will pay the price, sooner or later."

"People who are used to being high above, of course, think that nodding is even if they bow to their knees." Yannick\'s smile disappeared. "People with low self-esteem in their bones always feel that raising their heads is a low voice."

He leaned forward:

"Corleone\'s, which one are you?"

"Everyone!"

Jane finally couldn\'t help it. He interrupted the conversation between the two forcibly and raised his glass:

"How about let\'s have a drink? For today\'s meeting-this combination may be rare in a century."

The Duke of South Bank looked at Thales, and then at the two blood races of East and West, his eyes were stern, and his expression was full of "give me a face."

"No need," Li snorted. He glanced at Thales, then turned and left, "Anyway, I\'m not welcome here."

Yannick sat in the same position as if leisurely, and raised a toast to Li’s background:

"Um, it shouldn\'t be my fault, right?"

Jen, who finally repaired the relationship with Corleone, sighed and stood up.

"Let me send you out, Earl Li," the Duke said helplessly, "We can talk about resuming contact..."

Jean left with Le Corleone, and he did not forget to hand Thales a warning look of "Don\'t mess up my party".

What\'s wrong?

Thales returned to him innocently.

Don’t you want me to maintain a hostile relationship with you?

"Now, I know why Iris wants to invite me." Seeing the owner and the enemy leave, Yannick\'s smile slowly disappeared, "For balance."

Thyls smiled politely.

But Yannick sighed and continued:

"It is reported that in the age of empire, the Nightwing King-he did not have this name at the time, and the people called him the\'indomitable Lanli\'-a symbol of the new generation and changers."

Thales\' eyes moved.

The unyielding Ramli?

"He was tired of the increasingly decadent rule of the blood ancestors and the first generation of elders, and brought the young people—my mother was among them—to take the lead against the powerful Presbyterian Church and fight for three hundred years before gaining freedom and rebirth. The situation of thirteen surnames of the blood clan today."

Lanli rebelled against the first generation of elders and established the thirteen surnames of the blood family.

Thales nodded.

"But now," Yannick said with emotion, "The Nightwing King and his clan are already the oldest, but also the most conservative, enemies in the world, and they don\'t know how to adapt."

He looked at Thales, shook his head and smiled:

"It\'s ironic, isn\'t it."

But Thales smiled slightly and shook his head.

"There are always things," the prince thought of King Nunn, and he said with emotion, "There are more human beings."

Yannick looked at the prince and stretched out his hand again.

"Yannick Fraser Hollier--or just call me Yang. Nice to meet you, Your Majesty," the young kin\'s eyes were sharp, "Before my mother ended her deep sleep, I was the feast leader of Huanxinting. On behalf of the host, you are welcome to be a guest."

"Nice to meet you, Jan."

Thales adjusted his mood and held Yannick’s hand. This time, the opponent’s hand was also cold, but Thales did not reject it, and did not release it in advance:

"Tyles Selangelana Kessel Star, you can also call me Thales and live in Star Lake Castle temporarily, uh, there are many small animals, dirty and messy, I won’t invite you NS."

"Understandable."

"Well, I\'ll be honest," Thales held back for a while and sighed deeply:

"The main reason is that the hospitality budget is not enough."

Yang was startled when he heard the words, and then he laughed.

"I have to say, Thales, you are one of the more special humans I have ever seen, well, warm-blooded."

"Mutual each other, Yang, you are also the special sucker I have seen—cold blood."

"You want to talk about vampires, right?"

"Feel sorry."

"Hahahahaha!"

"Are all the kinsmen of the feast leader like you?"

Yang heard the words and stagnated.

"Of course I hope so, Thales," the blood shook his head, "but I have to say, that would be an overestimation of us."

He tweeted:

"Just like human beings, there are always people who are full of humanity and morality, but full of male thieves and female prostitutes. Some blood races may seem gentle and polite on the surface, but they are brutal and bloodthirsty behind their backs."

Appears to be gentle and polite, but in fact it is brutal and bloodthirsty...

Thales thought of something and frowned:

"I... I really know one like this."

Yannick nodded: "So I always think that whether humans or blood, when facing ourselves, the difficult test we face is the same: conquering our own desires."

"It makes sense."

The two were silent for a while.

"I guess Li should have already left by now," Yannick said solemnly. "My mother said that Le Corleone is one of the most restrained and rational people in the tribe, but it is ironic. Yes, he is loyal to the cruel and tyrannical Nightwing King."

Tyles nodded when he thought of the twin sisters in Corleone’s family.

"Of course, he may be right. The change in title is indeed limited," Yannick sighed. "Words are pale, and they bring us balance. What gives us a place is only power."

"But words have power."

Thales’ words made Yannick look up.

"Changing the title may not help: it cannot change the power system behind it, the essence of the relationship between humans and blood, and it cannot change the millennia of resentment and murder."

Thales remembered something, he affirmed:

"But at least, it can remind every user in the experience of being mentioned and used again and again: You realize that the old title is problematic, and that this is a dilemma left over from history, and you are working hard. fix it."

Yannick\'s eyes moved slightly: "Do you really think so?"

Thales smiled at him:

"No matter how bad it is, it is also an attitude, a posture, and an action, even if only the form is changed."

"The power of speaking lies in the utterance that is disapproved by many people, and the repetition, emphasis, and explanation, leaving a voice in history and carving out scratches to tell later generations: there was a period of time. There is a group of people who have made a value choice. They want to start by changing the title, changing the status of the blood clan, and changing more-just like what you have heard as a younger generation, the story of the\'indomitable Lanli\' rebelling against the elders. "

Yannick\'s expression slowly changed.

"Rather than holding the attitude of\'this can\'t change the fundamental\', it\'s useless anyway, the form is greater than the substance, the political correctness is true, hypocrisy, and the correctness for the sake of being correct. , Fascinated by the narrative logic of\'we must focus on the fundamentals\',\'looking at the problem from the compelling ass,\' just put it on like this, pretending to be deaf and passing by, and even pretending to be opposing and sarcastic, as if just thinking about it The efforts of people who do things are worthless, and they can conceal their cold-blooded, ruthless and insensitive, as if they are far-sighted, smart and superior."

Thales exhaled:

"Or go to extremes, regard violence and terror as beliefs, and regard fear and disgust as respect, thinking that this can win dignity."

He was a little ecstatic:

"With all due respect, that is the supreme self-righteousness."

This time, Yannick looked at him and was silent for a long time.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

He sighed and put down the wine glass.

"That old guy just said, you look like King Fuxing?"

"Maybe, I don\'t know, it doesn\'t look like the picture anyway," Thales curled his lips. "What do you think?"

"I don\'t know, I have only seen the Revival King from the painting." Yannick shook his head.

He stared at Thales:

"But I have met Xianjun."

Thales was startled.

Several seconds later, he reacted:

"Oh, thanks."

Yannick smiled again.

"To be honest, before I came, I had an acquaintance who hated you very much. He hated it so much."

Tels frowns:

"Acquaintance? Hate me?"

Yannick nodded:

"But when I saw it today, I\'m sure she was biased-it should be a personal grudge or character that caused her to make an irrational evaluation of you."

Thyls became more confused:

"she?"

Yannick smiled slightly and sat down tightly.

"Grand Duke Serena Corleone, the true master of the Blood Sea Throne--professed," the kinsman in front of him bowed and did not forget to stretch out his hand and put a quotation mark. "Tell me to say hello to you, "Dear Tai Ales is in good health, rich in nutrition, and tonic."

Se, Celine...

Nourishment is abundant, make a big tonic...

Tyles blinked mechanically.

Selena Corleone! ?

The prince was shocked and stood up uncontrollably!

"What did you say?"

Yannick rolled his eyes:

"She said, if you don’t believe it, there is a secret sign here, uh, I remember it seems to be..."

"\'Dead without bleeding\'?"

Yannick scratched his head, wondering:

"Still ‘die without bleeding’? Sorry, I’m not familiar with Donglu’s allusions..."

But the Duke of Xinghu has no time to bother him.

At that moment, Thales only felt that his neck hurts more.

What is ?? doing?

For a long while, Thales convulsed his face and said:

"Ugly, ugly face—Cerine is at the feast, where is she?"

Yannick was noncommittal, he happily pulled out a letter:

"Her letter, I wish you a happy spreading letter."

Tales accepted the letter stupidly, and found that there was a bright red lip print on the envelope, and his heart couldn\'t help but stalk.

The prince pursed his mouth in pain, and stuffed it into his inner pocket where there was already a letter, only to find that even the style of the letter paper was the same.

Sure enough, they are sisters.

Sister Nima’s sister.

Yannick saw Thales’ expression and instantly understood it.

"I don’t know what your grievances are with Grand Duke Serena, Thales, but I’m sure it’s not your fault—I don’t like her either."

He smiled coolly.

"But I hope we can be friends, Thales."

The blood race stood up.

"I guess, no one wants to drink with me at this banquet, and the only tribe..."

The feast leader Yannick Hollier shook his head:

"Then we\'ll see you next time—of course, it\'s evening."

Silent and choked Thales sighed, listlessly, only felt that his chest was extremely heavy: "Okay, goodbye."

The blood race looked around.

"Please be careful, I can feel that the Emerald City is surging under the current, and there are a lot of dirty things here."

dirty stuff.

These words made Thales\' complexion changed, waiting to be asked, but he saw Yannick blinked his right eye, his feet were not fast, but his figure flashed through the crowd strangely in a few seconds, and disappeared outside the door-not yet. People noticed.

"For this, I would like to give you one of the first six branches of the feast, the language of the Hollier clan, Your Highness Thales."

The blood race went away, only a special chuckle was passed into the ears of the young man:

"It repeats itself, immortality always new."

(End of this chapter)