Chapter 266 265 Sitting in the Quiet Study, Listening to the Master Telling Stories From the Past [1520]

Chapter 266 265. Sitting in a quiet study, listening to the master telling stories about the past - [1520]

(Additional update for brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [15/20])

The most striking feature of Lord Pa Ying is his smooth black hair, which is draped over his shoulders like a woman, without any special care, and droops naturally.

From the perspective of a vampire lord, this is a bit too casual and even not serious.

But if we use the temperament standard of an artist, this outfit is just right.

Not hard or soft, not upright or evil.

At first glance, it seems that this person is a bit ordinary, but when you look at him again, you can see that he is different, mainly because of his eyes.

The pupils of the master's eyes are amber, with only a touch of scarlet in them, just like the most beautiful and charming gems.

When seeing these eyes, it is enough to make most people ignore the appearance of his face.

But in fact, the Lord is not ugly at all. Although he is not as handsome as Palano and Murphy, his appearance is definitely above average no matter which tribe's aesthetics are used.

Secondly, Lord Paying's aura is impossible to imitate.

That is a kind of majesty that he has developed since the day the vampire race was born on the continent, and he has been the leader and arbitrator. After 1,100 years, he has developed a kind of majesty without anger, and those legends and even "myths" about him that are sung all over the continent have seriously strengthened this majesty.

Not to mention those vampire descendants who were "born" in modern times, even Old Edward, who is of the same generation and age as Lord Paying, will put away the cold and domineering attitude of the Grand Duke of Wolf Poison when he sees him.

This unique aura is even more oppressive when he appears on the stage with the holy spear "Eternal Silence".

Old Edward's hand holding the wine glass trembled.

It was not because of fear.

The fact that the Lord came alone instead of bringing the elite of the entire Blood Alliance Knights to visit shows that there is still room for negotiation, but even the Holy Lance "Eternal Silence" was invited out, so it would not be so easy to end this matter lightly today.

The first thought of the cunning Duke of Wolf Poison was that he would suffer a heavy loss this time, and then another thought was that if he was lucky enough to survive, he would probably lose money.

It really hurts!

Lord Paying did not notice the change in Old Edward's expression, or he did not care. He walked into the room with his hands behind his back and sat directly on the chair in the study that should have belonged to Edward.

He waved his hand.

The first lord and the third lord turned around and left the study, closing the door.

The scarlet Holy Lance "Eternal Silence" was left in the middle of the room. It was still upright at 90 degrees to the ground without anyone holding it. It was obvious that this was not an ordinary weapon. The faint light it emitted made the whole study shrouded in a reddish light.

Not just beautiful.

In the light of this arbitration, all existences that do not belong to the material world are exposed.

Fortunately, Old Edward seems to have kept himself clean so far and has not been involved too much with dangerous and mysterious alien things.

"I assure you, I don't know about Korando."

Old Edward spoke first.

He put the wine glass on the table and said softly:

"He has always been an uncontrollable guy, like an unstable metronome going back and forth between madness and barbarism. If I hadn't brought my dying clan to Green Island to urgently preserve the inheritance, I would not have indiscriminately put such a guy"

"Spencer, the little thing you mentioned is not worth my personal trip. I and all the patriarchs and ancients who are still alive know very well how far our compatriots will fall under the temptation of darkness.

Such things have been happening for the past thousand years.

Korando is not the first person to betray the interests of the race, and he will not be the last."

Before the explanation of Grand Duke Wolf Poison was finished, Lord Paying stretched out his hand to interrupt.

The Lord leaned back in his chair, his eyes swept across Old Edward's study, and paused for a moment on several murals on the wall, but the artistic elements of those things were obviously not enough for the Lord to comment on.

While maintaining an observation posture, he casually said:

"Since you have obtained the power of the Cato region under the night from King Louis, you should make good use of it instead of throwing it out to some dangerous elements that you cannot control.

But in the final analysis, this is the internal affairs of your Wolf Poison Clan.

I am not interested in intervening and do not intend to make more comments. You should know why I came here tonight and why I made such a big fuss."

The Lord changed his sitting posture.

He supported his hands on the desk, interlaced his fingers to cover his mouth and nose, and his amber blood eyes stared at Old Edward as his smooth long hair moved without wind.

He asked clearly:

"How much did you participate in the matter of Sarokdar and the warp rift under Transia? Answer seriously! Spencer, I will only ask this once, and you only have this one chance to defend yourself!"

Old Edward's heart sank.

He knew that Lord Paying abandoned the defense of the Dark Mountains and came all the way to Greeny Island. It couldn't be because of a nonsense faction leader.

He knew that the damned Blood Eagle Archduke would continue to cause trouble for him even after his death! Damn it, only one of Wolf Poison and Blood Eagle can exist, right?

He also knew that Lord Paying was already examining his sins.

If there were any lies in his next answer, he might be forced to have a life-and-death showdown with his thousand-year-old brother in this place.

This duel would most likely destroy half of the Fog City, but he believed that Lord Paying would not be merciful because of this.

This ancient and powerful brother of his is as kind as the saints in elven legends. However, once he becomes cold-blooded, nothing on this continent can stop him from achieving his goals.

As an ancient man, old Edward had seen similar things with his own eyes, more than once.

Lord Wolfsbane let out a long breath, took a few steps back, pulled out a chair, and sat directly in front of the desk, right in front of the hanging Holy Spear.

This unique composition makes the scene look like an interrogation.

And he, the noble Duke of Wolfsbane, Edward Spencer Gangaro, was sitting on the "Confession Chair" at the moment.

He raised his head and looked at the amber pupils in front of him, as if facing the ancient rules of the blood clan's thousand-year tradition, and said in a deep voice:

“I was not involved in seducing Sarokdar!

I mean, I know about his weird changes in recent decades, and I also know that he secretly has dealings with some weird guys. I even know that guy has been using the pseudonym 'Count Fox' to do tastings all over the mainland. Opportunities for delicious food and searching for evil objects related to subspace.

But I had no intention of using this against him!

Although the hatred between Wolfsbane and Blood Vulture is heavy, I know where the bottom line you set for us is, especially after our poor little brother Charlemagne was executed by your 'big brother' two hundred years ago, I know even more that some Things cannot be touched.

However, things quickly changed.

Specifically, two years ago, when the Ten Years' War was in full swing, the dwarf general's pioneering army had just captured the city of Xiko. Most of the top leaders of the entire Portia Confederation were wiped out in one fell swoop, and the Wolfsbane clan also intervened as part of the war. in.

That's just a way for me to express my loyalty to King Louis. I don't expect to fight against the blood vultures through human war.

But one of my heirs brought me a man.

A woman!

A woman named Cecilia.

She was already old, as if her life had been drained by some evil thing, like a candle in the wind, but the identity of this woman was not simple.

She had been Sarokdar's human mistress, and she said she had given Sarokdar a child, and she also said Sarokdar had taken that child away from her.

She was so crazy that I thought for a moment that this woman might be imagining things.

But I finally decided to take the risk.

I developed her into my heir, and then I saw some pretty terrible things from her memories, and it was those memories that gave me a complete plan."

Old Edward glanced at Lord Paying.

The latter's face was unusually calm, and he did not get angry because of his honesty. That calm face meant a terrible fact.

Perhaps Lord Paying already knows everything he is saying now!

Even his secret plan to destroy the blood vulture never escaped the eyes of this ancient brother.

"You're very candid, at least so far. Go ahead."

Lord Paying said:

"Name the most important part of your plan."

"dusk!"

Old Edward uttered the word. He said:

“A person or organization calling themselves ‘Twilight’ lurked beside Salokdar, and they helped him revise the bold plan of ‘Perfect Vampire’ that Tris, the ‘Scarlet Witch’, made for Salokdar.

They expanded it into fields related to 'gods and subspace' with an unimaginable madness.

Perhaps the Scarlet Witch also wanted to use this plan to explore the mysteries of the gods, but the Dusk Crowd was obviously even crazier. They beguiled Sarokdar and wanted to directly create a 'god'.

A god of midnight for all vampires.

I don’t know why the once cunning and clever Sarokdar would listen to such nonsense, but the fact is, he actually did it!

From Cecilia’s memory, I saw that this plan had been prepared since the birth of the little girl named ‘Phemis’.

Sarokdar planned to sacrifice his clan to complete this mad deed.

I took advantage of this plan.

My method was to ensure that he could successfully advance his crazy idea. To this end, I used my connections in the political circles of the Plantagenet Kingdom to force the pioneering army to stop in East Prussia after destroying the city of Xiko.

I know that Sarokdar will eventually kill himself.

But I didn't expect that this matter would end in this way. In my mind, you should personally come forward to resolve this matter related to subspace.

Just like you destroyed the Blood Terror clan two hundred years ago, I admit that I have plans to take advantage of you."

"lie!"

Lord Paying scolded.

He stood up suddenly, with his long hair flying, and said:

"You know why Salokdar did what he did! You know very well why our ancient brother was bewitched! You know very well that we all suffer from the same dark temptation!

In every midnight, in every dream, every time we approach the Scarlet Shrine, Spencer, do you know why Sarokdar did what he did?

Right? "

The Lord's rebuke became gentle again in the last sentence, even a little neurotic and sad.

Facing his question, Old Edward could no longer hold back.

A distorted expression appeared on his gloomy face, as if he was trapped in some ancient memories that made him pinch his eyebrows painfully.

After several seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:

"Yes, I know, those memories are about the fog before the era, those memories that we have forgotten forever, about our origin, about the original sin of the blood race!

To this day, I can still occasionally see some fragmented and unsystematic incomplete pictures. In those pictures, I can see you, Sarokdar, Oksana and Charlemagne.

I can even see myself.

But I can't understand what we are doing in those pictures at all!

I can't even trace whether those memories really exist in our cursed eternal life without source or end, without origin or destination!

It is very likely that they are just some illusions, from the golden life to the sub-sky. A strange illusion formed by the keen perception of the warp.

But I can confirm it!

It is no coincidence that Charlemagne and Sarokdar eventually died in the disaster of the warp. That dangerous power, those dangerous shadows have been calling and tempting us.

You and me.

We resisted that call.

But Sarokdar finally failed to hold on.

He responded!

So he went crazy, so he destroyed his own family with his own hands, so he created a terrifying evil with his own hands.

I even wondered if the so-called "Dusk" was an organization imagined by Sarokdar, or perhaps a lie created by the cruel ravage of his mind by the warp? "

"No, they are real."

Lord Paying waved his hand in a tired gesture.

He had asked all the questions he wanted to ask, and Old Edward had passed the questioning, and it was time to say goodbye.

He said:

"Dusk is an organization active in the shadows. In the past hundred years, all the hidden dangers and disasters related to the warp on the entire continent have more or less involved their presence.

I have locked on to several of their members, and I will deal with the next matter.

You!

Don't chase anything related to them.

Sarokdar is a very tragic example, but Spencer, I am very troubled that you watched your brother fall into the trap of the warp without helping him. One thousand and one hundred years ago, when we, the original vampires, supported each other and walked out of the Dark Mountains, we made a vow"

"Ah? Is there?"

Old Edward was confused.

He raised his head and looked at Lord Paying in surprise. He said:

"My first memory before the epoch was that I was awakened by you in the dark night at the foot of the desolate mountain. You told me that you had forgotten the past and so had I.

Have we really made any strange vows?"

"We did."

Lord Paying looked into Edward's eyes and said:

"You, me, Charlemagne, Oksana, Salokdar and Constance, the six of us made a vow to lead the vampires to reproduce and continue civilization in a strange continent, but only Constance and I can remember all this. After Constance mysteriously disappeared, I became the recorder of that original vow.

Now there are only you and me left among the original ancients, Edward, if one day you suddenly remember those memories before the epoch, you must remember to tell me.

You must stay away from Leave the warp!

Nothing good will be born there. "

After saying that, Lord Paying put away his holy spear and walked towards the door of the study. Before leaving, he turned back to Old Edward, who was sitting on a chair with his head in his hands, thinking hard, and said:

"I think you should thank the Blood Eagle Clan for helping you solve that little trouble. A decent thank you gift is in line with tradition, what do you think? In addition, the bad results caused by the internal strife of the Wolf Poison Clan made me very unhappy. I don't want it to happen again. The woman named Cecilia.

Watch her!

As long as she has contact with Dusk again, report to me.

Of course, all this is just a suggestion. "

"Of course, I understand what you mean. I will personally take charge of the defense of the Cato area later. I promise that you will see your trustworthy old brother on the battlefield against the Black Disaster."

Grand Duke Wolf Poison stood up and bowed to Lord Paying to say goodbye.

He stood at the window of the study and watched Lord Paying and the two Knight Lords disappear in their own territory. Until this moment, Old Edward relaxed.

He walked back to the desk and reached out to pick up the wine glass on the edge.

He looked at the amber liquid in it.

His thoughts seemed to go back to the past, back to the era before the era, in that strange building, he and his brothers and sisters were busy with work that he could not understand now.

He didn't know where it was, he didn't know what they were doing.

But he knew that it was the work of that day that made the vampire race bear the eternal "original sin".

Grand Duke Wolfsbane drank the wine in the glass.

He used this to disperse those memories that he shouldn't remember again, then he let out a long breath, raised the empty glass high, faced the night, and said:

"'Chief Navigator' Sarokdar Collinsman, may your soul return to Eden."

More than ten minutes later, the unhappy old Edward put on his leatherwork gloves and returned to his leather workshop. His face was full of dissatisfaction with the workers being forced to work overtime.

But what else can he do?

Lord Paying asked him to send a gift as a "temporary truce" sincerity, so as the best leatherworker on the continent, he could only personally send a set of good protective gear to the guys who got rid of Korando to "thank" them for getting rid of one of his descendants.

Alas, it's really a loss.

It's really annoying!

Alas, why are things in Transia always so bad? !