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Rumors spread more and more among the blood clans, with various versions.

Just as everyone was guessing, Derek's bat flew across the hallway, delivering new news.

——Derek will hold a new banquet to celebrate the crowning of the prince.

The message is like a firework falling into the water, provoking many different reactions.

Some people laughed nonsense and said that the Lord God has taken down His Majesty and will be the number one favored minister.

It is also said that Datura has been recognized by the blood clan, and they want to be among the nobles.

Some people were terrified, thinking that Derek had frantically threatened the Blood Emperor to obtain the position of prince.

The blood clans insisted on their own opinions, but they all set off to prepare for the dinner.

The little furball bat kicked open the door of a room on the first floor, imitating those fierce bats and staring at Andre who was reading in the room.

Under the flickering oil lamp, the flames are long and short, reflecting on the pages of old books.Andre lowered his eyes, as if he didn't notice the arrival of the guests.

"Ahem!" The little bat deliberately coughed loudly, attracting the attention of the blood race on the sofa.

"Derek has made great achievements in eliminating the rebel party. His Majesty will soon make him a prince. We have a discussion about the matter and invite your Excellency to discuss it."

Andre closed the book and looked at the little bat with his beautiful eyes.

The hairball with its chest up and the "cunning" vampire looked at each other for a moment, their chest seemed to be leaking, and their haughty little eyes revealed a little guilty conscience.

Andre didn't point out the little bat's flaw, and replied: "Tell Your Majesty, I will go there later."

Mao Tuan, who received an affirmative answer, heaved a sigh of relief, half of his wings were drooped, and he met Andre's smiling eyes, and raised them back in a panic.

"Cough, Your Majesty is waiting for your arrival." Mao Tuan bowed, but his fur was soft, his belly was round, and he had no waist at all.At most, it can be seen lowering its head and turning down a few degrees.

Andre nodded, and the little bat flew away quickly.

When Lioness came back, he bumped into a flying bat, and the hair ball hit the hunter's chest with stars in his eyes, his wings froze, and he fell straight down.

Lyons caught the bat and met the eyes of the two mung bean eyes.

The hairball knocked his head out, pointed at Reins with his little paw and shouted, "He! Can't go!"

Then he flew away with fluttering wings while the hunter was confused.

Lyons watched the hairball fly away, and said, "Your Majesty's bat doesn't seem to be very smart."

Andre was noncommittal, acquiescing to the hunter's teasing of his Majesty.

"Vijorel has always had strange tastes in keeping pets." Andre said, "What did you ask?"

Since Lyons was quite popular among blood slaves, it was much easier to get news than Andre.In addition, Andre is a blood family after all, even though the Mandala Guild are all down-and-out families, there is still a risk of being recognized.So the job of going out to find out was handed over to Lyons.

"Vijorel wants to make Derek a prince, and he will announce it at the banquet." Lioness said concisely, omitting the countless wild conjectures.

"Now the blood race either thinks that Derek has put Vijorel under house arrest, or that he is favored, and some people say that Vijorel will continue the 'God Blood Project'." Lyons said and looked at Andre, with a look in his eyes explore.

The matter of inducing Brandy and Derek to kill the king was not discussed with Vijorel, and Derek's canonization was not in the plan.Lions doesn't trust Vijorel, he needs to know whether this "Continuing the Divine Blood Project" is true or not.

"Seeing that I am useless, Mr. Detective, Vijorel naturally has to ask himself what he thinks." Andre put the old books on his lap aside, stood up and asked, "So, do you want to go with me? a place?"

Andre completely ignored Mao Tuan's entrustment, and grandly led Lyons to stand in front of the remote house.

Vijorel seems to have a special liking for this room, the room is still covered with dust, there are not many traces of life, and there is even a puddle of blood formed by being dragged at the entrance.

Rather than saying that this is the room where Vijorel lives, it is better to say that this is his "meeting room" or... "interrogation room".

The little bat was hanging upside down on the hanging beam, looking at Lyons with an unfriendly expression.

Vijorel did not express much dissatisfaction with Lions' arrival, and there was a person standing beside him.

Derek was merciless in his strikes. The shattered hand bones would not heal without correction, but the broken tongue could barely recover.

Andre glanced at the person behind Vijorel who was staring at him resentfully, and smiled familiarly: "We meet again, Baron Brandy."

Andre's voice is elegant and beautiful, with controlled rhythm and rhythm, and a moderate speed, like a monologue in an opera.But Brandy shuddered all over, it was this guy who set up a trick to trick him around.

Brandy's tongue was half healed, the new flesh and the original root of the tongue were clearly defined, and he could not speak smoothly. When he heard Andre's greeting, he just glared at him, and then he lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.

"I heard that Baron Brandy encouraged Derek to kill the king, why are you still alive right now?" Andre looked at Brandy, but the direction of his words was towards Vijorel.

Brandy became even more frightened when he heard this. This person in front of him was definitely not Lawrence's younger brother. Anyone who dared to speak to the Blood Emperor in such a tone was someone he could not offend.He glanced at Vijorel anxiously, as if he felt a little regretful.

"The Brandy family has always been loyal to the emperor. There is something strange about the killing of the king. The baron has provided me with a lot of clues, which can be regarded as a meritorious deed." Vijorel said lightly.

Mao Tuan slammed the door behind him with his body, with a "bang" like a court log.

Andre seemed to be aware of it, with a cold look in his eyes: "Oh, what useful clues did the baron provide?"

Brandy's throat tightened, and as expected, he found himself the center of attention. His intact hand was fisted, and his nails were pierced into the flesh. "The thing about regicide is that someone... confuses me."

The corner of Andre's mouth bent down a little, and he looked at Brandy threateningly.

The words have been spoken, and the team has stood up. No matter how regretful or afraid Brandy is, he is desperate.

The more desperate you are, the easier it is to put all your eggs in one basket, as if you have made a decision. Brandy's hesitation and fear disappeared, and he said firmly: "A current patriarch who claims to be the Lawrence family found me, and everything about killing the king and seizing power He told me! He slandered the Blood Emperor, slandered my family, and provoked the relationship between Datura. I only listened to the slander for a while."

Brandy stared straight at Andre, as if he had never been disrespectful to the Blood Emperor, and never loved power: "That man has golden hair and dark golden pupils. Behind him is a man with a silver blade blood slave!"

The smile on Andre's face disappeared, and he looked at Brandy coldly, with a bit of disdain and sarcasm in his eyes.

"The person described by the baron," Vijorel said quietly, and glanced at Andre and Lyons, "Why is it somewhat similar to you, Andre King Rogue?"

"You are Ann...!" Brandy's eyes widened, and he couldn't restrain himself from saying it. No one in the room cared about him at all. Brandy covered his mouth in time, not daring to take a breath.

Vijorel has been the blood emperor for too long, and his resignation not only made the world forget the vampires, but also made the vampires forget what their king once looked like.

The ancient throne was covered with vines, and the decisive Vijorel gradually disappeared from memory.Those who can ascend to the throne will never be trash. Vijorel's anger is calm and sharp, like a sharp knife attached to the neck, ready to cut off flesh and blood at any time.

"Derek is an executioner," Andre said calmly, as if the murderous intent in the air was not aimed at him, "but I agree with him a lot about you."

"The blood race has been silent for too long, like a piece of sunken wood buried under the snow, it won't catch fire when it gets wet, but it will rot after a long time. Vijorel, cowards can't sit on the throne."

"A vampire who has been hiding in a coffin for hundreds of years has no right to call others cowards." Vijorel sneered.

Andre spread his hands, "I heard that you want to support Derek's divine blood plan."

"That's a good choice." Vijorel admitted lightly, "As you wish, I will lead the blood race to reoccupy Vesenor in a more absolute way."

Most of Andre's calmness disappeared, and his pretty eyebrows frowned.

At the same time, Brandy was also shocked. He was abandoned by Derek and thrown to Vijorel. He survived by betraying Derek and betraying the news.Now that Derek is going to cooperate with Vijorel, how long can he live in the middle?

"The only monsters created by the blood of the gods, you have seen them before. Those things cannot be called vampires at all. Vijorel, are you crazy?!"

"We don't need nobles with pure blood. They are the real wolves who eat the group. A group of animals that only need to be killed can be easily controlled and raised. What's wrong with it?"

Vijorel spread out his palm, and the bat arrow that had been falling on the crossbeam appeared in his hand like a carved black gold pistol, "You don't need traitors to judge the affairs of the blood race. Compared with your self-righteousness and strategizing, you life is worth more."

Andre narrowed his eyes, and Lions behind him quickly stopped in front of Andre, loaded and drew his gun, and aimed straight at Vijorel.

The muzzles of the black guns looked at each other, and they were about to burst into flames in the next moment.

"Walking with a despicable hunter, you are no longer a member of the blood family, Andre." Vijorel looked at Lyons coldly, and said to Andre, "Haven't you seen enough of the greed and shamelessness of human beings? "

"The blood race is the same." Andre walked up to Lyons, curling the corners of his mouth, "Whether it is greed or cruelty, they are common characteristics of human beings and blood races. Why do you want me to submit to the blood race, Vijorel, you guys They're just a bunch of liars."

"I wish you and Derek a smooth cooperation. I hope that I will see you next time, and I will be lucky enough to see the demise of the blood race."

Vijorel lightly moved his finger on the trigger, aimed the gun at Andre, and said expressionlessly: "Unfortunately, you don't have this chance."