Zombie King of Blood Race

Sheila, who listened to Nabarro's warning and yawned lazily, asked indifferently, "What do you want from me?"

"..., I do have something to ask you for." How could he not have noticed Sheila's absent-mindedness, and Nabarro, who was stunned, hurriedly said seriously.

"Oh?"

Seeing that Sheila was finally no longer as careless as before, listening to her left ear and throbbing in her right ear, Nabarro told her in detail why he was looking for him and why he was looking for him.

Sheila: "You said, you are now a close minister of the queen of this country?"

Nabarro: "Yes."

Sheila: "Oh~~~~~~, my vassal."

Hearing the meaning hidden in Sheila's words, Nabarro was a little helpless and nervous, and said, "You guessed right, I'm also her lover."

Sheila: "Oh."

Seeing that his guess was right, Sheila chuckled lightly. His indifferent appearance made Nabarro's eyes dim, but he soon cheered up, looked at Sheila again, and asked, "Your The answer? Sheila."

"Actually, there is no need for me to help, as long as you sneak into the Grand Duke's mansion and suck his blood." Sheila said simply and rudely.

Hearing what Sheila said, Nabarro thought to himself a little dumbfounded.

Of course he would like to do that if he could.

Unfortunately, politics is not that easy.

Not to mention, there are those religious mad dogs standing behind the grand duke. He doesn't want to reveal his identity because of this, so that he can give up everything at his fingertips and become a bereaved dog.

"Oh, Sheila, if things were really as easy as you said, I would have done it a long time ago." While speaking, leaning towards Sheila, Nabarro said softly and seductively.

"Sheila, do you want to help me?"

He didn't say to help, and he didn't say not to help, Sheila fell into silence for a while, and he looked down at the wine glass in his hand.

"If you're willing to help me, Sheila, I can share this country with you when it's done." Seeing that Sheila didn't refuse, he leaned towards her again, and Nabarro stretched out a finger, stroking towards the edge of the cup slowly slide up.

"Heh." Hearing this, Sheila snorted with a half-smile, put the wine glass on the table, and looked at Nabarro with a smile: "You think I care about this?"

"..., you know that's not what I meant, I'm really willing to share this country with you." Looking at the wine glass that Sheila put on the table, Nabarro, whose eyes darkened, explained.

"Sheila, as long as you are willing to help me, I will promise you whatever you want after it is done." After restraining his expression, he looked at Sheila again, and Nabarro said sincerely.

Sheila: "Anything?"

Nabarro: "Yes, Sheila, anything."

Nabarro: "And you know, I always keep my word."

Sheila: "...."

Nabarro: "Come help me, Sheila, I need you."

Sheila: "So how would you like me to help you?"

Nabarro: "Come to me, be my counselor, be my assistant, be my most trusted person."

Hearing what Nabarro said, a smile appeared on his lips. The smile on Sheila's lips made Nabarro slightly relieved, and then he said in a good mood.

"I will invite you into the palace in the name of the queen and paint for her."

Sheila: "That's a good reason."

Nabarro: "So, you promised me, Sheila."

Sheila: "What do you think?"

Nabarro: "Okay, I'll send someone to pick you up in a few days."

Since Nabarro and Sheila were chatting next time, Tausig stopped eavesdropping. He opened his eyes and lay on his back on the bed.

He didn't know much about the country, but he knew a thing or two.

Although the previous king of this country married several queens, he only had one daughter.

In this way, the question arises, who should inherit the country after the death of the king.

There are those who support his daughter.

There were also those who supported his younger brother, the Grand Duke Beardsley.

Those who support his daughter think that his daughter is orthodox and has the right to inherit the throne.

Those who support the Duke of Beardsley believe that the king of a country should be a man.

The king's younger brother, the Grand Duke Beardsley, is no easy feat.

His daughter is also not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Her Majesty the princess, who is well integrated vertically and horizontally, not only won the support of the great nobles in the country, but also won the support of the kings of several neighboring countries.

Since then, no matter how tough the king's younger brother, Grand Duke Beardsley, is, no matter how powerful he is, he has no choice but to bow down to him.

But will the Duke of Beardsley be content with that?

Of course he was not reconciled.

Furthermore, because Her Majesty the Queen has never been married and has no heirs, he is not only dissatisfied, but also more ambitious.

Because as long as the Queen dies, he can naturally become the master of this country, so how can he not be tempted or excited.

It's not that Her Majesty the Queen is ignorant of her uncle's ambitions, but she has been holding back because of checks and balances and other reasons.

But recently, her Uncle Wang has really gone too far and become more and more arrogant, so that she has to start thinking about whether to eradicate this scourge.

Unlike Her Majesty, although she was bored with the Grand Duke Beardsley and thought he was a danger, she still had a family affection. Nabarro was extremely disgusted with the dog who stood in the way of the Grand Duke Beardsley, so when When he heard that the Queen was determined to get rid of the Duke Beardsley, he volunteered to advise Her Majesty and seek helpers.

And what helper is safer than his kind.

What's more, he still has some small thoughts.

He doesn't mind one bit, being able to reconnect with Sheila while looking for help.

This is also the reason why when he heard that Sheila was also in this country and this city, he would come to her immediately.

Not knowing the entanglement between Sheila and Nabarro, nor the little thoughts in Nabarro's heart, Tausig guessed why Nabarro came to Sheila, and slowly closed his eyes.

Who will win and who will win between Her Majesty the Queen and His Excellency the Grand Duke, who will be the final victor, what role will Sheila and his friend play in it, and whether they will get their wish has nothing to do with him, right?

After all, he is just a little ordinary person, oh no, it should be a little ordinary zombie.

But there is a saying that good things are unpredictable, and some things will always be beyond your expectations, and even Tausig once wondered if he annoyed the goddess of fortune, and thus fell in love with the goddess of fortune, the opponent of the goddess of fortune.

"...What did you say? I didn't hear clearly." Turning to look at Sheila, Tausig said with a strange expression.

"I mean, you go with me." Sheila repeated in a good mood after appreciating the rare strange look on Tausig's face.

"Why?" He went to the palace to do big things, what did he take him for?

You know, he is just an ordinary person, well, an ordinary zombie (..., are you sorry).

"Why~~~~? This, maybe it's because I like it!" After thinking about it carefully, Sheila replied seriously (x, not seriously).

"Must go?" Tausig frowned.

"Well, we must go." Looking at the carriage parked in the alley, waiting patiently for them to board, Sheila nodded.

Tausig: "...."

Sheila: "⌒_⌒"

Tausig: "..., wait."

Sheila: "OK~~~~~"

He didn't bring many things, only some important belongings, such as rings and pocket watches. Tausig, who walked out of the bedroom, didn't know why he agreed to Sheila, and he didn't know whether he was right or wrong.

Although it no longer pays more attention to its defensive effect than to its comfort level as before, a castle that has been stained with a touch of magnificence both externally and internally cannot compare with the magnificence and extreme luxury of those castles in later generations.

Just glanced away and looked away, Tausig followed behind Sheila expressionlessly, and went to see Her Majesty the Queen.

He was very dissatisfied with Sheila bringing Tausig here, but because of Sheila's emotional relationship, Nabarro did not show it, but he looked at Tausig with contempt and arrogance inevitably.

The corridor is very long, and there are several knights in armor standing on both sides every few steps. Instead of being frightened by these knights in armor, Tausig carefully observed the armor worn by these knights.

It was very different from the armor of the knights when he came to this world. The most notable difference was that they all wore chain mail inside their armor.

Has a more protective chain mail been invented?

Oh, even without him as a latecomer, chain mail and stirrups were invented?

So, don't take your time-traveling identity too seriously, even if there is no latecomer like him in this world, some things will still be invented by people as time goes by.

With just a glance, he retracted his gaze. Tausig's calmness attracted Nabarro's sideways glance, and the contempt and arrogance in his eyes decreased a lot.

However, although Nabarro no longer underestimates Tausig and no longer looks down on Tausig, his indifferent attitude towards Tausig has not changed at all, and he has even become more vigilant against Tausig.

This will be his formidable enemy, so how could he not be vigilant.

After crossing the semi-open-air corridor and coming to the end of the corridor, not far away is a gate with exquisite patterns. From the attendants standing on both sides of the gate, it can be inferred that the 'legendary' Her Majesty the Queen is behind the gate. .

Walking to the door and standing down, Nabarro didn't order the waiter to open the door immediately, but looked sideways at Sheila, but from the way he looked at Tausig out of the corner of his eyes, it can be inferred that this sentence was actually aimed at Tao Sige. Seeger said: "His etiquette is not up to standard, so he can't go with us to meet the queen. After he has fully learned court etiquette, let him go with you to meet the queen."

Tausig's so-called aristocratic temperament can only fool ordinary people. Compared with the real pure-blood nobles, he is far behind, so Nabarro used this reason to prevent Tausig from going to see Her Majesty the Queen. Makes sense too.

"You take him to the side hall to wait for us." Seeing that Sheila had no objection, Nabarro said more 'boldly'.

Then he glanced at Tausig again, looked back at Sheila and said, "Let's go in, Sheila."

He knew all about Nabarro's little thoughts, but Sheila didn't break Nabarro's way. Instead, he looked at Tausig meaningfully.

Just as Sheila understood Nabarro's careful thoughts, Tausig also understood Sheila's bad intentions. He looked back at Sheila indifferently, and followed the waiter to the side hall.

One wanted to separate him from Sheila invisibly.

One is after seeing everything through, quietly wanting to watch a good show.

Neither of these two people is a good thing.

But does he care?

Sorry, he doesn't care at all.

At the same time, a little surprised by Tausig's reaction, but not surprised, Sheila raised the corners of her mouth lightly, showing a smile with deep meaning.

Even so, so calm?

This is really..., so interesting.

The floor is covered with thick carpets woven with gorgeous patterns, and tapestries with delicate patterns are hung on the walls. In addition to these tapestries, there are many portraits mounted on the walls.

but.Unlike Sheila's portraits, these portraits... Sorry, Tausig looked at them for a long time and couldn't tell who was who.

Well, from the clothes and attire, he can still tell whether these people are men or women.

"I didn't expect that Sheila would take you into the palace." Just as Tausig was watching these portraits with his back behind his back, a voice came from behind him.

Turning around and looking at Nabarro who entered the side hall at some point, Tausig raised his eyebrows without showing any signs.

He didn't expect that Sheila would bring him here.

However, with Sheila's personality of fearing the world will not be chaotic, he would not be surprised that he would do this.

Because Tausig did not answer, the atmosphere between him and Nabarro fell into silence for a while.

After a long time, Nabarofan spoke again.

He said: "Have you noticed..."

Tausig: "?"

found what?

Nabarro: "We're kind of alike."

Tausig: "...."

Tausig's voice:  …

Something like?

...Sorry, he really didn't notice.

After all, how could he look like him.

You know, he is a pure oriental.

Well, he does look a bit like a mixed race.

But he is really not a mixed race, he is just a minority.

So what does he look like, how could he as an oriental look like him as a purebred westerner.

Tausig: "Sorry."

He didn't mind Tausig saying sorry to him, and he didn't feel displeased or annoyed because of this. Nabarro, who no longer restrained his emotions because of Sheila's absence, looked at Tausig with pity.

"Didn't you notice that we all have black hair?"

Tausig: "...."

He really didn't pay much attention to it before, after what he said..., they do all have black hair.

But what happened to the black hair?

If one has black hair and looks like him, then there are many people who look like him.

Perhaps because he saw the doubt in Tausig's eyes, or maybe he didn't care whether Tausig was puzzled or not, Nabarro continued: "Slender, with black hair, don't you realize that Sheila's lovers are all like this?" type of person?"

Tausig: "Huh?"

Is that right?

Thinking about it carefully, Sheila does seem to prefer this type of person.

Tausig's understanding made Nabarro raise the corners of his lips. While slowly approaching Tausig, he lowered his voice and said maliciously: "Do you think Sheila really likes you? He only likes your black Fat." After a pause here, Nabarro muttered to himself in a low voice: "Maybe it's because you smell good?"

Tausig: "?"

Nabarro: "Nothing."

Nabarro: "What I want to say is..., you are actually just a stand-in."

Tausig: "You mean, I'm your stand-in?"

"My substitute?" Hearing this, he burst out laughing, but for some reason, Nabarro's laughter always made Tausig feel a burst of sadness.

He guessed wrong?

"If you are really my substitute, that's fine."

Unfortunately, he is not his substitute.

In fact, even he is someone else's stand-in.

And what made him even more unacceptable was that he still didn't know who the person hidden in Sheila's heart was.

Hmm~~~~?

In other words, he is not a 'stand-in' for the man in front of him?

Even if Nabarro spoke in a low voice, Tausig could hear him, and he thought to himself.

Nabarro: "So, don't think that if Sheila loves you, she really likes you. You are just a substitute from the beginning to the end."

After saying this, and looking down at Tausig again, Nabarro turned around and saw the standing attendant who had just appeared by the door: "What's the matter?"

Attendant: "Your Excellency, Your Majesty the Queen invites you to come over."

Nabarro: "Yeah."

Then, ignoring Tausig, Nabarro strode out of the hall.

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that………

Did he misunderstand something?

Looking at Nabarro's back, Tausig, who almost raised Erkang's hand and barely maintained his cold face, thought to himself.

love or something...

It seems that Sheila only hated him, but never pampered him!

And he really wasn't that kind of relationship with Sheila! ! !

Where did he see that he had that kind of relationship with Sheila, and that Sheila doted on him? ! ! ! !

He doesn't have any emotional relationship with Sheila, okay? ! !

He really doesn't like that scum of Sheila at all~~~~~! ! ! !

Finally unable to maintain his calm anymore, Tausig growled in his heart with a stiff face.

Of course, Tausig only yelled in his heart, and Nabarro, who had just walked out of the hall, didn't hear it, and naturally he missed this rare opportunity that was most likely to get the truth.