Monarch of Evernight

The Major raised his hands, admitted to implantation, and smiled bitterly: "I will greet them as much as I can to allow them to examine normally. The observation period is one month, and if there is no infection, it is released. If that doesn't work, you can still kill me. ”

Normal review would result in a more reasonable survival rate. Sighing darkly in his heart for a thousand nights, he retracted his foot and stepped on the Major's foot, then knocked the eagle into the holster and put his back behind him.

“So be it. I'll focus on the results.” After that, turn around and leave.

The major climbed up and twisted his neck, suddenly shouting in the shadow of a thousand nights: "Hi! Kid, don't do this shit again! ”

Thousands of nights, as if they had not heard, their heads had left without returning.

The major spit out his bloody sputum and shouted, “What a fucking monster! ”

This sentence evaluates the power or character of a thousand nights, so you don't know.

Thousands of nights go fast, and it won't be long before it's all wilderness again. At this moment, however, he is still echoing the words of the Major.

Bringing back those who were raised by the bloodline seems like a foolish thing to do now. It is not that these people should not be saved, but that it is because of the system in force throughout the empire and the principle of not letting go of blood nuns.

This set of institutions and principles, after a millennium of brutal warfare, has been grinded out by countless pioneers and powerful corpses of flesh and blood, and cannot even be judged by temporal limitations. If you must say so, the empire exists today and is still strong, which explains its correctness.

Even if he had different ideas at night, he was just one person, unable to confront the whole system, let alone now. At least in front of him, he can't really kill the Expeditionary Force Major and the guard of the Gate for dozens of nourished humans. That's the stupid act of self-destructing the Wall. The Expeditionary Army has many problems and is the last line of defense for mankind against the Dark Races on the Continent of Everlasting Night.

The Major's final offer was already the most tolerant option in the current situation, and after a thousand nights of thinking about it, he found that things had not ended, and that the dozens of people, even if they were released in peace in the future, would not be in a better position.

The Empire has four continents and more than 300 provinces, but resources are never sufficient compared to the threat of powerful foreign enemies compared to a large population.

In the territory of the Empire, hundreds of millions of underprivileged people struggle on the line of life and death every day, and in contrast, these breadwinners are simply not entitled to better treatment unless they can prove their usefulness.

But how easy it is to talk about those humans who are captured, who have memories of the kingdom of humankind, who may also be able to integrate into society, some of whom are born in darkness, longer than in darkness, and who, if not guided specifically, are able to adapt to the life of human society.

Until today, for the first time in a thousand nights, the question that he would not have thought about was the aftermath of the war, but he did not know where the answer was.

After returning to Dark Blood City, he went to Ayi Weapon Store for a thousand nights.

Grandpa raised his head and looked at him expressionlessly for a thousand nights and said: "Are you here again? ”

“Some good stuff for you.” Thousands of nights said, throwing a satchel on the counter.

Grandpa hummed and slowly stood up and said, "Good stuff? I think it's trouble! Sooner or later, I'll have to leave this old bone in your hands..."

As soon as I didn't finish my speech, my voice stopped.

The buckle on the satchel is broken and has broken away, revealing the antique guns of the blood clan. Grandpa suddenly took off his glasses, wiped them thoroughly, then touched a pair of snow white gloves and put them on. Then he held his breath and gently pulled out the two short guns and placed them on white cloth.

“Close the door!” Grandpa never answered.

Thousands of nights locked the store door, and I was expecting a little more. In the beginning, the Grade 3 drifting gold rose was able to sell 500 gold coins. Are the two antique short guns a pair or a Grade 4 Force Gun! How can it be worth two or three grand?

In this way, the material on Master Er's list is no longer an issue.

Of course, for that mysterious task, as long as it's not too much trouble, Thousand Nights is willing to take it. Though it may not be as simple as it seems, otherwise Master Er won't bother to find himself, but in trust with Yu Ying Man, Thousand Nights still doesn't think it's bad to try.

A grandfather wiped his short gun with a velvet cloth, while carefully painting each pattern on it with his thumb. On the handle of one short gun, one R is engraved, and on the other is the W of the flower.

The first master drained the two short guns together and said to Thousand Nights: “Take the guns back, I can't take them. ”

“Can't take it? Why?” Thousands of nights stunned.

Grandpa pointed to the two letters on the gun and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you must have got these two guns from some bloodsucking nobleman's office. Although the abbreviations may have many meanings, they appear on a pair of force guns with only one name, Rose-Wilder, a very famous vampire nobleman. These are the guns he wore when he was younger, called" The Twins, "and they were named after Ross, who was baron alone, the equivalent of our human class IX fighter. In the face of the duel, he killed the warlord of the then-Dark Blood City and completed his final blow with these two short guns. ”

“That should be more valuable, right?” Ask inexplicably at night.

Grandpa shook his head and said: "The problem is that this Ross-Wilder is not dead, and he is still alive, and he is now the Marquis. His territory is vast to the west of the Dark Blood City, and this pair of short guns should be a gift he gave to a descendant. No matter how you get them, it's tantamount to slapping the Marquis Ross with a loud slap, and he'll never rest. So, I couldn't take it, and nobody dared to take it across the rock collar and the surrounding area. ”

Speaking of which, the master took a deep, long look at the thousand nights and said, "You know, the border between darkness and dawn is actually the gray area of people's mouths. Grey is black and white coexistence. So if the Dark Races want to do something, there will be many ways, and there will be many humans willing to work for them. ”

The thousand nights were somewhat stunned, starting with the events in Dark Stream City, and having seen the black market and underground arms in Dark Blood City, he had realized that perhaps there were more transactions and dealings behind the backs of people and Dark Races than he could have imagined. But before a man came out of such a blank spot, he still had no idea that a vampire marquis would have such a powerful influence in the ethnically controlled area.

Surprisingly, anger erupted at night. Think about it. Even the active commander of the Expeditionary Force can secretly trade with the Dark Race. What's so strange about other families and forces doing this?

Took a deep breath at night and took back the pair of short guns, "So I can't just sell this thing and get chased down by the bloodline? ”

“It seems so. ”

But then Grandpa implied implicitly that Ross' double guns could not be sold in the Dark Blood City, which did not mean that they could not be sold on the upper continent. Thousands of nights thinking about his sub line, a bloodline marquis who could have killed a human warrior on the Baron's rank is really a big figure, but that's just the big character in this territory, after all, it's a matter of strength. This Marquis Ross' hand cannot reach the upper continent.

In addition to this pair of ‘peanuts', which cannot be removed now, there is a bag of crystal coins and a Class 3 Force Gun belonging to the Patrol's Blood Knight, so eventually he has more than a hundred Imperial Coins in his pocket, which is a small gain.

After disposing of the equipment, go to the Second Master for a thousand nights. A moment later, they found a quiet little shop near Hunter's House to sit down and eat and chat.

After listening to the adventures of the thousand nights, Master Er's face gradually turned from admiration to condensation, then smiled helplessly.

Thousands of nights are peaceful, and they say, "What, you think I'm in trouble too? ”

“It should have been the descendants of Rosewild, who would have developed into an independent clan, indicating at least five generations of his lineage, don't you think? I know you're never afraid to fight the Dark Race head-on, but the deadly daggers are often stabbed from behind. ”

And he smiled a thousand nights and said, "I'm not that good at it. If anyone wants to work for the Dark Race, I don't mind harvesting more lives, I'll kill as many as they come! ”

“You're level four!” The Second Grandfather spoke at length. In fact, just because there are only four levels in a thousand nights, if he has eight or nine levels and even breaks through the war generals, there will be a lot less hands behind him. To betray this kind of thing, look who's been sold!

Thousand Nights is just a laugh, no rating.

Master Er said positively: "Now I can tell you about the mission. Tomorrow Miss Kiki will send someone over for her last interview, and if you pass, she will leave on the same day. But I don't think it's a problem for you to pass. ”

“Miss Kiki?” It's a total strange name for a thousand nights.

“Yin Qiqi, one of the core heirs of the Ma Yin generation. Yin Jia looked at the whole empire can be included in the three pints of the world, in Qin Lu is one of the top Wang clans, so Miss Qi Qi's status should be generally clear to you. ”

A thousand nights is naturally very clear. The aristocratic class of the Empire is quite complex, with four main valves, seventy-two families, more than a thousand soldiers, generally following the nine-grade hierarchy of statehood. Zhang, Zhao, Bai and Song Four Valves in the top three are well-deserved Gao Men leaders. There are also some superior families whose strength is not much worse than theirs. Although the ranking of the top, middle and bottom three will always change, the distinguished families such as Ma Yin, Far East Wei and Wang have never lost three.

The most intuitive manifestation is that, while the Red Scorpion is still on mission, each page of mission intelligence received is devoted to exceptions where local 'casualty indicators' are not available and, in general, more than three classes are protected.

The core heirs of the last three pints, such as Yin Qiqi, regardless of their place in the imperial nobility sequence, are less likely than the owners of the Dark Blood City, and the Expeditionary Army does not know how much higher these people are.

What makes Thousand Nights wonder is, what kind of task does a high-profile lady like her need to find a low-level hunter to accomplish?

“Your task," said the Second Master, "is to serve as Miss Kiki's advisor, deputy officer, warrior, assassin and, if necessary, lover during the eternal night on the mainland. ”

Thousand nights ago, I just drank a sip of water, and I almost sprayed it all on Master Er's face: “Lover?! ”

Master Er turned his eyes: “Of course it's a fake! ”