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Regarding the accusation, Derek didn't change his face, neither panic nor apprehension.

"The blood race has a long life and a strong body, we can curse and magic," Derek said quietly, "but His Majesty asked the blood race to suppress their abilities and hide in a desolate place..."

"I've always wondered whether avoiding the world is an inscrutable way of living, or a soft spot for human beings."

Vijorel looked even colder, but he didn't interrupt Derek.

"You are self-proclaimed, keeping jewelry and delicacies outside, looking noble, but the inside of the blood clan is like a pack of hungry wolves, unable to get food, they have to eat their own kind. Vijorel, I don't think you lead the blood clan to prosperity Kingdom." Derek sneered, with a hint of contempt in his pupils.

"This is a new era, hunters are corrupted by money, nobles long for Pandora's treasure box. Human fear becomes desire, we are gods enshrined in the throne, not monsters slain. The blood race should leave the cage and return to the world. The world, this is our world!" Derek was like an actor monologue on stage, intoxicated under the gaze of the audience.

"He! Brandy!" Derek kicked the limp Brandy, and laughed, "The useless patriarch of an ancient family dares to have the idea of ​​killing the king, just because Brandy is an ambitious man Is it? No, Vijoler, because you didn’t feed the wolves in the tribe, your escape and retreat are not suitable for the blood tribe at all! I caught a brandy for you, and there will be countless brandys in the future !"

"The decision to hide from the world is not something I can make alone." Vijorel didn't defend himself too much, and asked, "What exactly do you want, Derek."

"I want very little," Derek said. "Announce the death of Andre, and I will inherit the throne. For the rest, your majesty should consider what responsibility you should be responsible for the frequent betrayers."

Derek was arrogant and blamed Vijorel for his dereliction of duty. He looked like he was sure of winning, and he was not afraid of the blood emperor at all.

Vijorel narrowed his eyes dangerously. The murderous intent on his body pierced into the brains of all living creatures. The clamoring bats all took a step back quietly. Brandy on the ground shook his head desperately, wanting to speak .

Only Derek, he enjoys this rage, enjoys the thrill of being close to death.Derek smiled and looked at Vijorel. At that moment, he seemed more like the king of the blood clan than Vijorel.

"I can give you the position of the prince," Vijorel said suddenly, "on the premise that you hand over all the information related to 'Divine Blood'."

The smile on the corner of Derek's mouth expanded infinitely. No blood family is not greedy, and no blood family does not like power and money.

Even Vijorel will be born with desire and unwillingness in the long-term escape from the world, and just a single tease will ignite the flames of the prairie fire.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty. After my goal is achieved, I will offer it with both hands, and I swear in the name of the blood race." Derek bowed and saluted, staring at Brandy on the ground, "One last small request, please be on the spot Deal with the traitors and establish family rules."

Brandy's body was stiff, and he twisted his neck in a "click", stared at Derek, and then rushed over madly.

His nails were broken, his fangs frayed, like an old beast, without any attack power except anger.

The blood-stained prisoner tried to murder the "hero" who captured him. No king would allow such a thing to happen. The moment Brandy rubbed against Derek's trousers, his body stiffened, his neck was split open, and blood sprayed out. Printed on Derek's clothes.

"As you wish." Vijorel said coldly, "Now, Prince Derek, please go back."

Derek's red pupils shone with excitement. He stared down at the twitching corpse, licked off the blood splashed on his mouth, and said, "Yes, Your Majesty."

The bats at the door fluttered away, and the boots slammed into the dark corridor, like a victor's battle song.

Vijorel stood in the pool of blood, and did not move his pupils until the corridor was silent again.

Blood, corpses, all disappeared completely.

There were no traitors with their throats slit on the ground, and no blood gushing from the arteries.

Brandy knelt down on the spot, "whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

The little bat flew over leisurely, with its claws on the doorknob, and closed the door with a "bang".

Vijorel lowered his head and looked at Brandy, and asked, "Do you have anything to say, Baron Brandy?"

***

The news that Brandy became a traitor and dared to kill the king was quickly passed among the vampires in the basement. This news was like a torpedo exploding in the water, causing countless splashes.

The nobles who were fortunate enough to witness the whole process became popular, and they were surrounded in the center to ask about the situation at that time.

Chaos always coexists with gossip, and Andre easily blends into it, becoming a low-level vampire who inquires about interesting things.

There are various rumors, and there are four or five versions that Andre has heard so far.

It is said that Derek really listened to Brandy's words and killed the Blood Queen to cross the river and demolish the bridge.

It was also said that Derek was loyal and pleaded guilty with a traitor.

What's more, even made up a poignant love triangle.

Romance is the best talk among nobles, but Andre still twitched his lips when he heard the story that Brandy had a crush on Derek and Derek was paranoid about the monarch.

His scheme seems to be successful, the only thing to worry about is whether Vijorel will break his neck because of these dazzling lights.

The blond vampire got all the useful information, drowned in the crowd, and walked into the corner of the quiet corridor.

There, there was Lyons who had just escaped from the crowd of blood slave attendants.

The hunter is still dressed plainly, but the inner and outer pockets of the cloak are full of strange things.There are tusks of wild beasts, handkerchiefs, incense powder, pipes, and several bracelets of different colors.

Andre looked at Lioness and said, "It seems that Mr. Detective has gained a lot?"

The corners of Lions' eyes twitched, and he threw his belongings into his carry-on bag.

One of the main uses of the blood slaves of the blood clan is to go to /// the bed.

Due to self-esteem and pride, vampires rarely find a blood slave who is stronger than themselves, and it is even less likely to be the receiver.In addition, most of these blood clans come from less famous families, and they are older, so their aesthetics are almost all in the direction of petite beauties.

Lyons jumped into the crowd, and immediately stood out, and was raised eyebrows many times.The person who strikes up a conversation knows everything about him, and after leaving, he will even mean to give something, and report a room number, asking him to go there at night.

Lyons accepted all the gifts, so blood slaves exploded among the servants, and many people ran to "kiss Fangze".

There were too many presents, and the small package was so bulging that it almost couldn't hold it. There were some special ointments and fun things in it, and Lioness swept them all in without even looking.

Andre's eyes followed those gadgets until they disappeared into the dusty cloth bag, and then he gave up.

"If the inspector really means it, be careful not to miss it," Andre said.

Seeing the mocking eyes of the vampire, Lyons knew that he was teasing himself, he pursed his lips and threw the bag to Andre without saying a word: "I don't really need these things, but Mr. Consultant seems to like them very much." ,give you."

A bag of things rattled, and various flavors of balm sachets were mixed together, mixed with the smell of dust and sackcloth, which was really not very pleasant.

Andre picked up the bag in disgust and asked, "When did I like this kind of thing?"

"The villa still has the little things you brought back, nothing more than this. The old housekeeper has a headache for those things. Remember to take them away when the prince returns."

Andre carried the bag, rarely feeling confused and confused.

It wasn't until the two of them returned to the room on the first floor that he finally remembered that he seemed to have beaten up Owen one day, and received "gifts" from many women and men in the market in the North District at night.

Andre suddenly realized, threw the bag on the table, frowned and looked at Lyons.

Humans are, indeed, preoccupied creatures.

And Reins had long forgotten about this, after all, Andre never said good things, too many times, it was a waste of brain to write it down.

"What's the matter?" Lyons asked.

"A lot." Andre thought of those outrageous rumors, and felt a headache for a while, "Derek really couldn't help threatening Vijorel, and neither Brandy nor the viscount survived, which is roughly the same as I expected. unanimous."

"The reason Derek used to try Brandy was that he attempted regicide and threatened to kill his fellow countrymen. I heard that Derek broke Brandy's hand and cut off his tongue." Lanes said, "This Derek Ke, not reckless at all."

To wring off Brandy's hand is to prevent him from manipulating the puppet, and to cut off his tongue is to prevent him from revealing information in front of Vijorel.

A dumb man with a broken hand, like a half-dead man, what he did and what he thought, Derek made up the whole screen by himself.

"He's smart," Andre admitted, "and stupid."

"Derek likes any form of glory, likes everyone being played by him, and the feeling of being superior. When he stands on the top, it is when the defense line is broken." Andre said coldly, "The blood emperor of the blood clan, how can he be so fragile? .”

"I've never been able to figure it out," Lyons asked, "Why do you think Derek won't kill the king?"

"Derek is a low self-esteem mouse. He is only suitable for gnawing on broken furniture recklessly, but he is not suitable for being a furniture repairer." Andre smiled sarcastically. How can a mouse that only wants to eat cheese have the ambition to control the blood clan?"

"Brandy looked at Derek. Do you know what Derek is looking for? He is looking for recognition, and his inferiority complex controls his body and mind. There is a fragile and humble heart hidden in that cruel body."

Andre chuckled and said, "What a sad child."

The author says:

Lyons: Heh, there is a major problem with Andre's style of work

Andre: ...?