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Louis pulled a small holographic screen in front of Balan, and what appeared on it was a photo of a human (the blood races all have black hair and black eyes), a young human male with platinum blond hair.Because it is a candid photo, the angle of view is uncomfortable.

Seeing the familiar hairstyle and hair color, Balan frowned and said:

"It's him."

Balaam got up to pick out the gun in his hand, turned his head and glanced at Louis, motioning him to continue.

Louis bite the bullet and said: "We can investigate that human's bank account. If he has contact with a certain blood race, there must be a large amount of funds."

While reloading, Balan asked, "What happened?"

Louis said: "Crimson Li's banks are all blood banks, and most of the blood banks are joint family banks. You know better than me the "Bank Law" formulated by the ten elders, Baran... the bank targets different levels of users, and has Different levels of secrecy, if we were to investigate his bank accounts, at least a letter from your father would be required."

Nobility exists only in blood clan society. Nobility has privileges in any field, but there are privileged classes above the privileged class. Blood clans of different levels enjoy different limits of rights, and the use of privileges must also pay attention to the Basic Law.Let the bank mess up and eventually cause the noble family's interests in the bank to be damaged.

Indulging in privilege has historically been a common feature of every dying dynasty.

The Presbyterian Church is a blood clan authority that exists in every blood clan city.

The ten elders do not belong to nobles, they do not enjoy private fiefdoms, and they cannot participate in any field to obtain benefits, including being unable to become shareholders of any enterprise group.

They are often served by the oldest "old man" in the blood clan. They are knowledgeable and have witnessed history. Over the long years, at least their knowledge in a certain field has reached the highest level in the blood clan.

They jointly decide the laws of the blood clan and all other codes of conduct, are responsible for maintaining the hierarchy of the blood clan, clarifying the rights that each class should enjoy, and even sanctioning the blood clan.

They can even stipulate which courses a nobleman needs to pass to obtain the title.

Their ultimate goal is to ensure that the majority of blood races have the qualities and abilities to rule humans, and to maintain the dominance of blood race groups over human beings.

Baran paused for a moment while loading the magazine:

"Which father?"

Balan's current father is Count Lorraine-Sisera, but most of the nobles know in their hearts that Balan is the illegitimate son of Marquis Sein-Dulengxiang.The heirs of the blood family have always been difficult. No matter whether it is the Marquis of Dulendin or the Earl of Sisera, they have no other heirs except Balaam.Marquis Du Lengxiang has always wanted to claim Balan, but Earl Sisera did not allow it.According to the rules of the blood clan, the father can grant his son a lower-level title, but the father's own title can only be inherited by one offspring.The title of Balaam was granted by Count Sisera, and his land and manor were also allocated to him by Count Sisera from his own fief.He can only get his father's title when Count Sisera is dead or old.His current situation is that both fathers want him to inherit his family, title and territory, and he can choose one arbitrarily.In addition, his grandfather Miao Yin-Du Lengxiang is also one of the ten elders of the Scarlet Belvedere Presbyterian Church.Therefore, although Balan's title is not high, his family background is very prominent.

But Balaam himself obviously dislikes such a complicated life experience. No child would like to know that he is the product of his mother's derailment.

Of course Louis knew that Balaam wasn't asking for a letter from a father he needed... It wasn't terrible to annoy Balaam, but if he continued to annoy him with the same question without repentance, the consequences would be serious.

Louis said: "I will tell people to keep an eye on that human named Mino Fan..."

"Fan?"

Balan paused, then turned to look at Louis: "Have you ever thought that he is the host of the banquet?"

In an instant, Balan recalled the night a few months ago, the face that flickered indistinctly in the wild fireworks... and the voice that was full of ridicule in the memory—

"You're sure to spot him because... he looks so silly."

...Damn two-legged sheep!

Louis replied: "Yes, I thought about it. But it won't do him any good... If what he wants is 'name', he won't hide. If the blood race knows that the banquet is held by humans, the banquet will just go wrong." It is impossible for the blood race to be friends with humans, even if he can approach them at the banquet, the blood race will treat him as an inferior person in their hearts... So I think, he should be an agent of a certain blood race."

"It's just your opinion, Louis. You can't judge him with your thoughts, maybe he's just that stupid?" Balan said, "Your starting point is right—people always have a purpose in doing things, and they The end of yearning is nothing more than 'fame' and 'profit', but they often can't see their own position, they don't have the ability to recognize the direction, and in the end they are just foolish in vain."

"He wants to integrate into the blood clan and join our circle," Balaam sneered, "we'll 'help' him so that he can wake up as soon as possible."

The holographic ring on Balan's finger lit up, and a communication light screen jumped out.

Balan made a "quiet" gesture, and Grandy, who was chewing on the snacks, stopped chewing, his cheeks puffed up, and he looked at Balan for a while before trying slowly, slowly. Move your big teeth.

The light screen showed that it was a call from the manager of the Saliman Hotel.

"...Master Balan, it's time for me to call Mr. Fan. He is also planning to make a reservation for the banquet hall this month." Manager Fitz's bitter face appeared on the light screen.

"1000 gold coins, tell him, this month, I'm going to make a deal."

Before the hotel manager could reply, Balan turned off the video communication.

He snapped his fingers, the sound of the violin gradually approached with the elusive footsteps, and the manservant rolled out a tall animal cage from the deckhouse.The silver cage is covered with a light green veil, and as the cage is pushed, it softly and weakly moves backwards.

What was contained in the cage was not a beast, but a woman with drooping eyes and singing——

Pale complexion, wavy long black hair, holding a steel-colored groat, lips as red as blood, singing dreamily with a hoarse voice...

——It is the famous blood singer Lana Del Rey[1].

"...he overlooks the world of pomp,

He sees things,

Seeing his wisdom and grace,

Ignite the gleam of love in my heart..."

As the melodious and lazy singing sounded, the airship began to speed up and plunged into the large clouds.Layers of clouds and mist hit the airship's protective membrane, and flakes flew backwards.

Grundy ducked under a parasol, put on sunglasses, and zipped up his sun cape to his mouth.

The protective film gradually disappeared, and the clouds and mist were like a gust of milky white wind, blowing towards the face with dampness, and the high-altitude wind shook the fabrics to make a rattling sound.

Balan stood at the front of the deck with his gun in his hand, aiming at the scope sideways.

The airship, which had been silently trailing behind the flock of birds, rushed out of the concealed clouds, and plunged into the blue sky like a ferocious silver shark chasing a school of fish amidst the frantic flight of dark gray wild birds.

"Clap clap-"

The big bird that crashed into the airship flapped its wings against the side of the ship in panic, the silver guardrails were shining brightly in the pale golden sunlight.The airship hovered instantly, and the flock of birds fled in all directions, floating in the sea like a shattered net.

"Crack,"

The bullet was loaded, and after waiting for a while, Balan pulled the trigger——

"Bang bang bang-!"

The gun/barrel with the ivy pattern jumped slightly under the recoil, and Balan turned the muzzle of the gun, followed by three more shots.The light-colored sunlight fell on the pale face, and the bridge of the handsome nose seemed to flicker for a while.The sun shines on the unprotected skin, creating scars on that flawless face. The fragile skin and strong repairing power of the vampire make the sunburn continue to spread and repair, turning into a series of rose-colored fading scars. pattern.The smell of gunpowder and lazy singing are intertwined.Aircraft one after another were released from under the airship, flying towards the falling prey.

Balaam turned around, reached out and dropped the shotgun.Hunting / gun insertion / into the gun rack.A footman came forward to hold an umbrella for him, and another came forward with "rose wine".Balan reached out to take the blended rose wine and took a sip. The blood red liquid stained his slightly pale lips in daytime.

……

The airship disappeared far into the sky, leaving only a white cloud trail like a wave.

[1] There is a real person, the song name is "Salvatore"