The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 230 History
"That's right, you guessed it right, I don't intend to associate with the blood race."

Li Ang stretched his waist, and said casually: "Then what are you going to do? Kill me? Imprison me? Or brainwash me?"

Sir Humphrey Applebill's face became gloomy, his well-tailored suit was windless, and the corrosive blood energy lingered around him, staining the air crimson.

According to the practice of martial arts novels, there must be masters (either court ladies or eunuchs) lurking in the palace to protect the emperor. This secretary-general of the British Empire, who graduated from Bailey College, Oxford University, was also a safflower in the blood family in his early years Double sticks, a gold medalist, is no stranger to fighting.

Li Ang in front of him spoke so sharply, but in his perception, he was just an ordinary person with no extraordinary ability.

As long as Sir Applebil is willing, he can kill the opponent on the spot within a quarter of a stick of incense, and his body will be broken into thousands of pieces.

"Enough, Humphrey."

The clear female voice interrupted Sir Applebill's killing intent, and the vase-like Prime Minister Rachel Ross said: "Mr. Leon is my guest, please step back."

The secretary general of the cabinet did not move. Together with the permanent secretaries of other ministries, they still stood silently in place, like clay sculptures and wood sculptures.

"I said, back off."

The female prime minister repeated it in a flat and quiet tone, as if explaining a bland fact.

For a while, there was a dead silence in the house, only the rustling of the potted branches and leaves was left by the gentle breeze.

Li Ang watched the scene in front of him with great interest, and even picked up another scone when he had time, dipped it in strawberry jam and chewed it.

The conflict between the female prime minister who is not a blood clan and the blood clan representative took place in this house that symbolizes the administrative center of the British Empire, which is extremely black humorous.

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Sir Applebil's face was gloomy, he narrowed his eyes calmly, and said softly: "Master Prime Minister, I'm afraid you don't realize that this kind of cover-up behavior will have some impact on the overall development of the blood race."

"I'm Prime Minister of the British Empire, not some alcoholic drunkard down the street who knows what I'm doing, Humphrey."

The female prime minister interrupted the words of the Chief of Blood Affairs, and said calmly: "Now, please leave this reception room with the others."

Sir Applebil didn't say a word, just clenched his teeth, staring at the female Prime Minister with a stern look, the crimson color boiled behind him, and the surging blood energy almost corroded the air.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "As you wish."

After all, the cabinet secretary gave the other blood colleagues a look and exited the room together.

The room fell silent again. Li Ang, who "luckily" escaped, picked up the teapot, refilled himself a cup of tea, and said with a smile, "It's really an interesting scene. I didn't expect the current Prime Minister to have such a great power to scold a representative of ten The blood elite of the three clans."

"I made you laugh."

Rachel shook her head indifferently, and said in a harmonious voice: "In the UK, the prime minister is nothing more than a scapegoat elected by the people. Voters can vent all their dissatisfaction on the prime minister, and then pin their hopes on the next prime minister election. .

Only in this way can they delude themselves into living the lie called 'democracy' and not discover the terrible truth that they have been fooled and manipulated for a long time. "

Li Ang smiled noncommittally, and said casually: "Then, you 'scapegoat', how do you prevent yourself from being fooled and manipulated?"

"It's very simple, I have reached a cooperation with the blood race."

Rachel moved the chair forward, clasped her fingers together, and said peacefully: "I discovered their existence before I was the prime minister.

The luxuriant and deep-rooted blood clans are eroding the ruling classes of European countries and have become part of the continent. Any attempt to resist the blood clan rule will be attacked by the state machine immediately. "

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, "So you plan to join them?"

"not quite."

Rachel sighed and said, "In the beginning, I turned to other extraordinary forces, such as the Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world, the Mage Alliance in the wizarding world, and so on.

However, these extraordinary organizations reached an armistice agreement with the vampires several centuries ago, and will not take action to impose sanctions - after all, in the eyes of those extraordinary, everything in the Muggle world has its natural laws of change and change.

In desperation, I thought of a way, which is to improve the living conditions of the general public as much as possible under the framework of the blood clan rule, so that the people will not be like pigs and dogs, allowing the blood clan to slaughter and harvest recklessly. "

Having said that, the young female prime minister let out a foul breath, with a look of sadness flashing across her face.

Li Ang didn't speak, just smiled "hehe", and jokingly said: "But, the introduction of refugees to Europe doesn't seem like protecting the people as you said?"

"There is no way to introduce refugees. The initial plan proposed by the thirteen clans was to replace the entire population of Europe to provide food for the gods, but the social turmoil that would be brought about was too great.

The stalemate that is barely maintained now is the result of lengthy negotiations between me and some politicians who have the right to speak in European countries and blood clan representatives. "

When Rachel talked about this matter, her tone didn't seem very proud, she just stretched out her slender fingers like green onions, pinched the bridge of her small nose, and said tiredly: "Delineate refugee areas, restrict refugees from provoking trouble, stabilize the mood of the British people, Realize the soft landing of race change and replacement.

I don't know that these policies and measures are all paper tigers, and they are just expedient measures in desperation.

Just like a dilapidated old house, we, the human leaders who act as paper makers, patch things up, barely plug the leaks, and make do with it.Even if the wind and rain are precarious, a few holes are punched through the broken house, and it can be repaired at any time, and it can still support it.

Your Excellency is not a European. I always feel uncomfortable with the dilapidated structure we have built, and I want to destroy it casually.

But you have not prepared the building materials to build the house again. When the dilapidated house collapses and the layout is corrupted, we, the paper craftsmen, can only watch the mourning people grieve in vain. "

Rachel Rose's words came from the heart, with sincerity, and in the eyes of others, she really is the image of a heroic papermaker who is "sad, lonely and depressed, willing to bear the infamy for the country and the people".

"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, the history is always surprisingly similar."

Li Ang smacked his mouth, looked at the expression of the female prime minister's upright words, somehow remembered something, and sighed: "No wonder there is nothing new under the sun."

(End of this chapter)