My players are so fierce

Chapter 266 265. Sitting in the quiet study, listening to the Lord telling stories about the past-[1520]

(Additional update for "Huo Zheng is very good" brother [15/20])

The most conspicuous symbol of Lord Paying is the smooth black hair, which is spread on the shoulders like a woman, without any special care, and hangs down naturally.

Judging from the attitude of a vampire lord, this is a bit too casual and even not serious.

But if we look at the temperament of an artist, this look is just right.

Neither hard nor soft, neither righteous nor evil.

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 his eyes.

The pupils of the Lord's eyes are amber, with just a hint of scarlet in them, just like the most beautiful and alluring gems.

When seeing these eyes, it is enough for most people to ignore the appearance of his face.

But in fact, the Lord is by no means an ugly monster. Although he is not as handsome as a monster like Palano and Murphy, no matter which family's aesthetics is considered, he is definitely above average in appearance.

Secondly, Lord Paying’s aura is inimitable.

It is a kind of self-restraint that has been developed since the day the vampire race was born on the continent. It has been a leader and arbiter since the birth of the vampire race. The legends and even "myths" about him have seriously strengthened this majesty.

Not to mention those descendants of vampires "born" in modern times, even the old Edward, who is of the same generation and age as Lord Paying, will put away the cold and domineering attitude of Lord Wolfsbane when he sees him.

This unique aura is even more oppressive when paired with his appearance carrying the holy spear "Eternal Silence".

Old Edward's hand holding the wine glass shook.

Not out of fear.

The fact that the Lord came alone instead of bringing the entire elite of the Blood Alliance Knights to visit shows that there is still room for discussion, but even the Holy Spear "Eternal Silence" has been invited, so it is unlikely that this matter will be settled lightly today. so easy.

The first thought of the cunning Lord Wolfsbane was that he was going to suffer something serious this time, and the next thought was that if he was lucky enough to survive, he would probably lose his fortune.

It hurts so much!

Lord Paying didn't notice the change in old Edward's expression, or he didn't care. He just walked into the room with his hands behind his back without being polite, and sat directly on the chair in the study that should have belonged to Edward.

He waved his hand.

The first lord and the third lord turned around and left the study, closing the door.

The scarlet Holy Spear "Eternal Silence" was left in the center of the room. It was still upright at 90 degrees to the ground without anyone holding it. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary weapon. The faint light it emitted made the whole person... The study was shrouded in reddish light.

Not just good looking.

In this light of arbitration, all existences that do not belong to the material world are invisible.

Fortunately, old Edward seems to have stayed clean so far and has not been too involved with dangerous and mysterious otherworldly things.

"I assure you, I don't know anything about Corando."

Old Edward spoke first.

He put the wine glass on the table and said softly:

"He has always been an uncontrollable guy, like an unstable metronome that goes back and forth between madness and savagery. If I hadn't brought my dying clan to Greene Island and urgently needed to preserve the inheritance, I wouldn't have Treat a guy like that indiscriminately.”

"Spencer, the little thing you mentioned is not worth my own trip. I and all the patriarchs and ancient ones who are still alive know very well how far our compatriots will fall under the temptation of darkness.

This has been going on for the past thousand years.

Korando is not the first person to turn his back on racial interests, and he will not be the last. "

Before Lord Wolfsbane finished his explanation, Lord Paying stretched out his hand and interrupted.

The Lord leaned on the chair and glanced across Old Edward's study, pausing for a moment on a few murals on the walls, but the artistic content of those things was obviously not enough for the Lord to comment more.

While maintaining his observation posture, he said casually:

"Since you have obtained the power under the night in the Cato region from King Louis, you should make good use of it instead of throwing it away to some dangerous elements that you cannot control.

But in the final analysis, this is the internal affairs of your Wolfsbane clan.

I have no interest in getting involved and I don’t intend to make any more comments. You should know why I came here tonight and why I wanted to go to war in such a big way."

The Lord changed his sitting position.

He put his hands on the desk, intertwined his fingers to cover his mouth and nose, and stared at old Edward with his amber blood-colored eyes in the windless movement of his long, smooth hair.

He asked clearly:

"How involved were you in the subspace rift under Sarokdar and Transia? Answer seriously! Spencer, I will only ask this once, and you will only have this one chance to defend!"

Old Edward's heart sank.

He knew that Lord Paying abandoned the defense of the Dark Mountains and came all the way to Greene Island because of a random faction leader.

He knew that the damn Archduke Blood Vulture would continue to cause trouble for him even if he died! Damn it, there really can only be one Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture, right?

He also knew that Lord Paying was already looking at his sins.

Once there are any lies in his next answer, he may be forced to have a life-and-death showdown with his thousand-year-old brother in this place.

This duel would most likely destroy half of the Fog City, but he believed that Lord Paying would not be merciful because of this.

This ancient and powerful brother of his is as kind as the saints in elven legends, but once he becomes cold-blooded, nothing on this continent can stop him from achieving his goals.

As an ancient man, old Edward had seen similar things with his own eyes, more than once.

Lord Wolfsbane let out a long breath, took a few steps back, pulled out a chair, and sat directly in front of the desk, right in front of the hanging Holy Spear.

This unique composition makes the scene look like an interrogation.

And he, the noble Duke of Wolfsbane, Edward Spencer Gangaro, was sitting in the "Confession Chair" at the moment.

He raised his head and looked at the amber pupils in front of him, as if facing the ancient rules of the blood clan's thousand-year tradition, and said in a deep voice:

“I was not involved in seducing Sarokdar!

I mean, I know about his weird changes in recent decades, and I also know that he secretly has dealings with some weird guys. I even know that that guy has been using the pseudonym 'Count Fox' to do tastings all over the mainland. Opportunities for delicious food and searching for evil objects related to subspace.

But I had no intention of using this against him!

Although the hatred between Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture is heavy, I know where the bottom line you set for us is, especially after our poor little brother Charlemagne was executed by your 'big brother' two hundred years ago, I know even more that some Things cannot be touched.

However, things quickly changed.

Specifically, two years ago, when the Ten Years' War was in full swing, the dwarf general's pioneering army had just captured the city of Xiko. Most of the top leaders of the entire Portia Confederation were wiped out, and the Wolfsbane clan also intervened as part of the war. in.

That's just a way for me to express my loyalty to King Louis. I don't expect to fight against the blood vultures through human war.

But one of my heirs brought me a man.

A woman!

A woman named Cecilia.

She was already old, as if her life had been drained by some evil thing, like a candle in the wind, but the identity of this woman was not simple.

She had been Salokdar's human mistress, and she said she had given Salokdar a child, and she said Salokdar had taken that child away from her.

She was so crazy that I thought for a moment that this woman might be imagining things.

But I finally decided to take the risk.

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

Old Edward glanced at Lord Paying.

The latter's face was unusually calm, and he did not get angry because of his honesty. That calm face meant a terrible fact.

Perhaps Lord Paying already knows everything he is saying now!

Even his secret plan to destroy the blood vulture never escaped the eyes of this ancient brother.

"You're very candid, at least so far. Go ahead."

Lord Paying said:

"Name the most important part of your plan."

"dusk!"

Old Edward uttered the word. He said:

“A person or organization calling themselves ‘Twilight’ lurked beside Salokdar, and they helped him revise the bold plan of the ‘Perfect Vampire’ that Tris, the Scarlet Witch, made for Salokdar.

They expanded it into fields related to 'gods and subspace' with an unimaginable madness.

Perhaps the Scarlet Witch also wanted to use this plan to explore the mysteries of the gods, but the Dusk Crowd was obviously even crazier. They beguiled Sarokdar and wanted to directly create a 'god'.

A god of midnight for all vampires.

I don’t know why the once cunning and clever Sarokdar would listen to such nonsense, but the fact is, he actually did it!

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

Sarokdar planned to sacrifice his clan to complete this mad deed.

I took advantage of this plan.

My method was to ensure that he could successfully advance his crazy idea. To this end, I used my connections in the political circles of the Plantagenet Kingdom to force the pioneering army to stop in East Prussia after destroying the city of Xiko.

I know that Sarokdar will eventually kill himself.

But I didn't expect that this matter would end in this way. In my mind, you should personally come forward to resolve this matter related to subspace.

Just like you destroyed the Blood Terror clan two hundred years ago, I admit that I have plans to take advantage of you."

"lie!"

Lord Paying scolded.

He stood up suddenly, with his long hair flying, and said:

"You know why Salokdar did what he did! You know very well why our ancient brother was bewitched! You know very well that we all suffer from the same dark temptation!

In every midnight, in every dream, every time we approach the Scarlet Shrine, Spencer, do you know why Sarokdar did what he did?

Right? "

The Lord's scolding became gentle in the last sentence, even a little nervous and sad.

Facing his problem, old Edward couldn't hold himself any longer.

A twisted expression appeared on his gloomy face, as if he was caught in some ancient memories, causing him to pinch his brows in pain.

After several seconds, he said hoarsely:

"Yes, I know, those memories are about the fog before the era, those memories that we have forgotten forever, about our origins, about the original sin of the vampires!

To this day, I can still occasionally see some incomplete pictures that are scattered and unsystematic. In those pictures, I can see you, I can see Salokdar, I can see Oksana and Charlemagne.

I can even see myself.

But I had absolutely no idea what we were doing in those images!

I am even completely unable to trace whether those memories really exist in our cursed eternal life, which has no source and no end, no origin and no destination!

Those are most likely just some illusions, weird illusions formed by the golden life's keen perception of subspace.

But I can confirm it!

It was no coincidence that Charlemagne and Sarokdar died in the Warp Catastrophe, that dangerous force, those dangerous shadows have been calling and tempting us.

you and me.

We resisted that call.

But Sarokdar ultimately failed to persevere.

He responded!

So he went crazy, so he destroyed his family with his own hands, so he created a terrifying god with his own hands.

I'm even guessing whether the so-called 'Twilight' is an organization imagined by Sarokdar. Is it perhaps a lie created by the cruel ravage of subspace on his mind? "

"No, they are real."

Lord Paying waved his hands in a tired gesture.

All the questions he wanted to ask had been asked and old Edward had passed the questioning. It was time to say goodbye.

He said:

"'Dusk' is an organization active in the shadows. In the past hundred years, they have been more or less present in all subspace-related hidden dangers and disasters throughout the continent.

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

you!

Don't chase everything related to them.

Sarokdar is a tragic example, but Spencer, it bothers me greatly that you watched your brother fall into the warp without doing anything to help. Eleven hundred years ago, on the day when we, the first vampires, supported each other out of the Dark Mountains, we made a vow."

"Ah? Is there any?"

Old Edward looked confused.

He raised his head and looked at Lord Paying in surprise, and said:

"My first memory of pre-era is when I was awakened by you in the dark night at the foot of a barren mountain. You told me that you had forgotten the past and so had I.

Have we really made any weird oaths? "

"We made a commitment."

Lord Paying looked into Edward's eyes and said:

"You, me, Charlemagne, Oksana, Salokdar and Constance, the six of us have sworn an oath to lead the vampires to thrive in a strange continent and continue civilization, but only the one who can remember all this Constance and I, after Constance mysteriously disappeared, I became the bearer of that original vow.

Now there are only two of you and me left among the original Ancients. Edward, if you suddenly remember those memories from before the Era one day, you must remember to tell me.

Be sure to stay away from the subspace!

Nothing good will come out of there. "

After saying that, Lord Paying put away his holy spear and walked towards the door of the study. Before leaving, he turned back to old Edward, who was sitting on the chair with his head in his hands and thinking hard:

"I think you should thank the Blood Vulture Clan for helping you solve that little trouble. A decent thank you gift is in line with tradition, what do you think? In addition, the bad results caused by the internal fighting of the Wolfsbane Clan make me very unhappy. I don’t want that woman named Cecilia to happen again.

Watch her!

As soon as she has contact with Dusk again, she will report to me.

Of course, this is all just a suggestion. "

"Of course, I understand what you mean. Then I will personally be responsible for the defense of the Cato area. I guarantee that you will see your trustworthy old brother on the battlefield against the Black Disaster."

Lord Wolfsbane stood up and bowed to Lord Paying to say goodbye.

He stood at the window of the study and watched Lord Paying and the two knight lords disappear into his territory. It was not until this moment that Old Edward relaxed.

He walked back to the desk and reached out to pick up the wine glass that was sitting on the edge.

He looked at the amber liquid inside.

His thoughts seemed to go back to the past, back to the pre-era era, where in that weird building, he and his brothers and sisters were busy with work that he could no longer understand.

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

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

Lord Wolfsbane drained the wine glass in one gulp.

In this way, he dismissed the memories that he shouldn't have thought of again. Then he took a deep breath, raised the empty wine glass high, faced the night, and said:

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

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

But what else can be done?

Lord Paying expressed his sincerity in asking him to send a gift as a "temporary truce", so as the best cobbler on the continent, he could only personally give a fine set to the guy who got rid of Korando. Protective gear, as a way to "thank" them for getting rid of one of their children.

Alas, I still lost money.

It’s really annoying!

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