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In the evening, Andre welcomed a special guest.

The bat stopped at the door with a simple letter in its mouth, and the signature on the seal was Gavin.

Waldron was the last nobleman to mourn the blood emperor. His departure represented the past of the era belonging to Vijorel, and the blood clan wanted to elect a new king.Every nobleman with a reputation in the blood clan covets the throne of the blood emperor.

Therefore, not only Gavin, but also the elders of the council did not want the ring to fall into Waldron's hands.It's just that this reluctance is not out of loyalty to the Blood Emperor.

Andre took down the letter, and the bat flew away after blinking a few times.

Gavin should have sent an urgent letter just after attending the meeting, the ink was wet and the handwriting was scribbled.

"What's going on?" Adrian asked.

Andre quickly scanned the letter and replied: "On the surface, Waldron has not reached an agreement with anyone in the parliament. That is to say, the final voting result will not favor him."

"It's good news," Lynes said.

"It's not entirely good news." Andre's eyes fell on the second half of the letter, "Waldron is a competitor to them, and they will be dealt with only because they are too strong. When this big ship collapses, The condensed fleet will still face each other directly. Behind the elders is the family, and the outcome of the council is simply unpredictable. In this game, everyone is alone and helpless."

In the letter, Gavin stated that the elders had their own plans, and the negotiations basically amounted to failure.Cole and Adrian, who supported Vijorel, disappeared, and the power of the old king collapsed.The oppressed nobles saw the opportunity to stand out, so they were naturally unwilling to use it.

Andre took out the parliamentary invitation from the letter and asked, "Except for Vijorel, who is the most prestigious family in the family now?"

Adrian frowned and thought: "Although I don't think about these questions, the answer to this question is: no."

"Escape from the world has smoothed the fangs of the blood race. It is not only the ethnic group that is closed, but also the families." Adrian said, "lost the way of activities in human society, and the blood race has even fewer hobbies exchange meetings. Relationship There are only a few lunatics with bad interests, after all, we are not social animals."

Lyons said: "All the heads of the family present have the right to vote. If the nobles secretly do not form factions, the votes in the parliament will be extremely dispersed. We are not without chance of winning."

"In the same way, Waldron is the same." Andre said, "Even if the families that Derek gathered are still alive, they still hold the right to vote. It's just that the throne won by the weak is not secure. .”

"After the parliamentary vote is passed, the steps from counting the votes to the sealing ceremony are extremely cumbersome, and we still have time." Adrian said.

It is rare for the blood race to be brightly lit tonight, and the dark castle is lit with dim yellow candles, fluttering outside the windows.Adrian was still holding the broken spell book, and when the moon set and a new night came, he opened the window and got a letter in a simple style from a bat that rushed over.

On the second day, the silent tense breath passed through the thick fog and mixed in the air, scattered in every corner of the blood clan.

Opposite the ancient castle used to commemorate the blood emperor, many blood nobles gathered.Such large gatherings are rare after the announcement of masquerade.

Lyons saw a lot of familiar faces among these blood races, they were recorded in the blood hunting roster, and each one was focused on.

Andre's attention was not on these rare nobles.

"I didn't see Adrian." Lyons said beside him.

"It's not just Adrian." Andre looked at the vampires present, "Many people are missing here."

Gavin attended as the chairman of the council, which attracted everyone's attention.

In the mixed and suffocating atmosphere of the blood race, Gavin didn't give people a deep feeling.This was the first time Lions saw the elder's true face.

Andre noticed Lyons' abnormality: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lioness shook his head.

There are only a few candidates for the Blood Emperor.On the premise that the three generations of blood clans have not yet died out, the choice of the blood emperor cannot be chosen by other bloodlines.

The aristocrats present also used party affiliation as their boundary, and they were very particular about who they talked to.A blood clan with pure blood must be surrounded by some supporters, and Andre and Waldron are the odd ones.

"If all the people are present, the council will start soon." Gavin said, and the blood clan guarding the gate of the council hall slowly pushed the door open.

The sound of heavy objects rubbing against the floor echoed in the steeple building, but there was no loud noise when the metal gaps merged.

"Sorry. I wish I was late?"

Outside the door that was about to close, a pair of eyes looked into the hall with an insincere smile. The door that required several blood races to close together was pushed open by the visitor with one hand.

There was more than one person who came late, and besides the leader of the blood race, there were many people behind him.

"Your Excellency Adrian." Gavin bowed on the presiding stage, "It's not too late, the meeting hasn't started yet, thank you for coming."

Adrian nodded and walked leisurely into the conference hall.

His arrival disturbed all the layout, Adrian Edi, the former blood emperor Vijorel's confidant.Both bloodline and ability are outstanding.Compared with the nobles scattered because of avoiding the world, Adrian is more qualified and powerful to become the blood emperor.

Edie is not from an ancient family, but all of them are lunatics, in line with the temperament of the owner Adrian.Reasoning with this group of people for profit is like explaining the Bible to a dead mouse in a stinky gutter.

Standing behind Adrian is not only the Edie family, but also many families who are close to Vijorel.The huge system is its own school, and other nobles have no capital to compete at all.

There were constant whispers in the council hall, all looking at Adrian.Adrian talked with the Patriarch behind him, missing Andre's gaze.

"What's he going to do?" Lyons asked.

"Take the ring." Andre exhaled, "The idiot whose brains have been sucked dry."

Waldron stayed in the front corner of the conference hall from the beginning to the end. No one dared to talk to him, and he watched the proceedings of the parliament like a lone wolf.Adrian's appearance only caught his attention for a moment, and then he sneered and disappeared in the corner.

The meeting was held as usual, and there was no suspense in the voting results. Among the scattered nobles, Adrian stood out.The residual prestige of Vijorel was picked up and re-established by his cronies.Before the blood race is changed, it is just a "hero" holding the rein, and it may not be able to deal with the entire race.

Elections are an illusion that the Kindred stay out of chaos.If the blood clan who voted out wants to obtain the position of blood emperor, they must first live to the day of the canonization ceremony.

Gavin announced the results of the vote count, and many nobles present looked at Adrian from time to time, each with their own thoughts.

After the meeting, the crowd dispersed, and Adrian walked towards Andre after exchanging greetings with the Patriarchs.

His leisurely and imposing manner completely collapsed in these few steps, and he was still the same Adrian as before: "How did Vijorel live in the past, those old men are too wordy."

"What do you want, Adrian?" Andre ignored Adrian's complaints, and didn't mean to tease him at all.

"Isn't that obvious?" Adrian raised his eyebrows indifferently, "The easiest way to prevent Waldron from getting the ring is to stop him from becoming the Blood Emperor."

"The premise is that you can survive." Andre reminded with narrowed eyes.

"Andre." Lioness grabbed Andre's cuff and gestured to the position behind him.

In the corner of the hall, Waldron leaned against the wall and looked at them: "One of the advantages of mice is that they are good at escaping. Adrian, your advantages are the same as those of mice."

"Smart than a death-seeking idiot." Adrian returned.

"Death is a wonderful experience for me." Waldron looked between Andre and Adrian: "It seems that you already know a lot."

"The most regrettable thing is knowing that death is not enough to be your funeral object." Andre said, "Waldron, what are you pursuing now? Power, food, and money are the most vulgar desires. This is your desire." Told me. After tasting 'noble' death, are you chasing rotting carrion again?"

"Death feels wonderful, Andrea, and it fills a void in my desires in a way. It's fascinating. But that's not the answer," Waldron said. "I'm looking for something more magical. That's something more fascinating than death."

Waldron has eyes for everyone and no one.He lives in the wall he erected, loses all morality and logic, and only pursues the "desire" he needs.

"Crazy." Adrian felt the danger in Waldron's eyes, cursed in a low voice and turned his gaze away.

Reins' pupils looked down, and he glanced at the dagger pinned to his hip.

In the face of irrational and dangerous people, hunters have the instinct to get rid of hidden dangers.But other than that, for Waldron, he didn't sense any other reactions from his body.It was as if standing in front of him was a simple villain, not existing as a blood clan.

What kind of species is a vampire that dies and comes back to life?

Andre didn't respond to Waldron's gaze, as Waldron would always be, a lost man in the desert who couldn't get enough water.After anything is acquired or experienced once, it loses its meaning.

Boredom is all Waldron's life, and the blood brings Waldron not only strength, but also irreplaceable greed and arrogance.Arrogance makes him lose interest in most material and spiritual pursuits, and greed makes him desperately long for something.It's like wearing shackles in an endless loop.

Andre had no intention of entangled with Waldron on this matter, but asked directly: "Where is Vijorel?"

"The former king?" Waldron raised the corner of his mouth, "Dead."

The smell of the fury of the vampire came, and Lioness drew out the dagger instinctively, but the target was Adrian beside him.

The dagger left marks on Adrian's neck, and the tip of the knife sank into the flesh.

Lions grabbed Adrian's wrist and said in a low voice, "Calm down."

"He raised a dog just like himself, incompetent and impulsive. The king of the blood clan will only decline sooner if he falls into the hands of such a person." Waldron's back left the wall, and his boots fell to the ground with a "click—— ", the sound of "click--".

"Using these two words to describe Vijorel, you don't have a good eye for people." Andre said, "The throne is not something that can be captured with great ability. And you are the least worthy of being a monarch." position."

"Then what do I lack compared to Vijorel?"

"Lack of everything." Andre replied, "A trash who can't even see his own ambition clearly can't be a king at all."

The upward arc of Waldron's mouth froze for a moment, then he smiled wider.

"Even if the weak are ambitious, they can't do anything. I can always get what I want. As for the stones that get in the way..." Waldron looked at Adrian and said, "Just crush it."