Monarch of Evernight

Reynolds broke his silence and turned slightly to the Speaker: “Previously, the land war was bad. Do I think it means abandoning it? ”

The Speaker smiled, unanswered, and raised his hand to show Renault to continue.

“Now that we have turned resource warfare into blood warfare, it is time to calculate the results according to the rules of blood warfare. The Prince is not responsible for winning or losing the war on the Great Battlefield, only watching the Blood Battle. ”

“That should be the case," the Speaker said. ”He thought about it, and said:" But people like Daqin royal princess Haimi, although they were also the object of blood battle by the son of Edward, but the strong people grew much faster than us, do you need to make a difference? ”

"Blood warfare is the tradition of our younger generation," Reynolds faintly said. "Let's just set the rough range. Do we have to choose our opponents? ”

The Speaker laughed: "You're right, I think too much. I accept your point. ”

Shaska and Amiro nodded to Renault, agreeing with his proposal.

Renault turned to Medanzo and Habs, fingers void a little in the air, and raised a field of blood. Other giants at the round table have shifted their gaze away from the blood clan to show courtesy and allow the blood clan to consult internally themselves.

“Habs' trophy belongs to him personally, the other warring clans give him a tenth of the bonus to the Spikes, and Habs can make a claim as an additional compensation," Reynolds said. ”

Medanzo coldly said: "But after a bloody battle, you got him only surveillance...”

Renault said directly, "If you don't want Howard to get the benefit, give it to Habs.” He turned to Hubbs and said, “What compensation do you want? ”

Habs was silent for a while, then looked at Medanzo and slowed down: “I want the power of his blood, Rom of Federne.” To have the blood of a blood clan is to kill each other.

Medanzo was furious, "Habs, he's the Grand Duke! Two years ago, you were just a Grand Duke! ”

Hubbs' sapphire-like eyes were cold as if they had no chance of survival, "this puppet just had to build another one with a little effort. ”

Renault raised his eyebrows slightly, and he had no impression of the name Federne, presumably the client of Dracula. The chiefs of such clans are usually only deputy dukes, and if they come out of the Grand Duke, they will certainly be reported to him by Renault's descendants, and Fern's own ranking will leap into the Grand Duke's view.

You know, even if they were as strong as the twelve ancient clans, once the bloodstains were bleak and no one could light them up, the elders and elders would stop at the Grand Duke.

The fact that Federne left the Grand Duke in secret is likely to be due to blood problems, such as the fact that he is no longer the descendant of Federne, or other illnesses that cannot be identified through clan blood pools.

Besides, the creation of a Grand Duke is not as understated as Habs said, not to mention the amount of vast resources required, and only the ancient blood ponds of the Twelve clans have this ability to look at the whole blood clan.

Now that Renault heard the sub lines in the two of them, he interjected: "Hubbs, why? ”

Regardless of how the Grand Duke came, he was already a Grand Duke, and even if the Grand Duke were to dispose of him, he needed a reason to speak for himself.

“I was injured in a confrontation with the Qingyang king of the people, and absorbing the power of blood directly is the fastest way," Hubbs said. ”

This is not a very good reason to say it to the outside world, or to do it clearly, but the two monarchs here can understand God. It's not like they haven't done anything like that in their long lives, in the midst of nine lifetimes of danger.

“And why Rom? Actually, he's still dealing with people of demonic descent, and I'm not interested. But every time he spyed on my whereabouts, I was in danger on the side of the people, and it was very upsetting. Last time, Rom went to Fenghuo Mainland, and then I almost stepped into the trap of Daqin Marshal Lin Xitang. Recently he went to Daqin Emperor Du, and Daqin's heavenly king, Zhang Boqian, saw me and struck me. Well, in the presence of His Majesty Medanzo and His Majesty Crassou and Lotha. ”

Medanzo's expression became a little strange, and he opened his mouth and wanted to talk, as if he didn't know what to say.

Habs' words, really have to be argued, there are a lot of loopholes. But when you decide one thing, you don't need to be logical perfect, as Renault obviously did.

He nodded, "Yes, I'll notify the Federnes to send Rom to report to you later. ”

Medanzo seemed to give up and get tangled up in the matter, and he said, “Habs, do something clean. Don't let anyone run away. It's not good to make things happen. ”

Hubbs smiled at Medanzo and said, "Okay.” There was no smile in a pair of cold eyes.

“I'll go back to sleep after the bloody war," said Renault slowly. ”

So neither of them spoke.

Now that agreement has been reached, the meeting is thus concluded.

The Speaker and the giants left, with only Medanzo and Renault.

"My dear Renault, you're too used to children. ”

Renault's face turned cold and his soft expression hardened, "Dear Medanzo, my old friend, the young Hubbs now has the same rights as we do, that's my opinion, and it should also be the attitude of His Majesty Lilith, right? ”

Medanzo stood up on his back and nearly brushed his sleeve, but he still didn't move. “If you're generous, this kid might be the opponent of Night Eyes. ”

Renault sighed and softened, “My dear old friend, we are less and less likely to sit together and talk. So even if you're not happy, I'm gonna say it. You don't always think that about Habs, do you? Otherwise, why don't you check his real age? ”

Medanzo stunned.

“The descendants gave me information that he's going to be in middle age in over 20 years," Reynolds said, "but don't you really think there's a problem? Hubbs should be about the same age as Edward of the Paz clan. ”

Medanzo's face was suddenly white, and the old wound was pulled at this time, and her throat was a little bloody. He thought Lilith had seen Habbs, and Renault could see things, and Lilith couldn't reason to see them, but she didn't say a word.

"Whose conscious awakening is he, you want to say? ”

Renault shook his head, "Not much like that. Alas, our ethnic heritage has disappeared too much in the Holy River, even you and I have lost a lot of memories. But, my dear old friend, there are two things you should remember. ”

“First, the blood mark is not restricted by the previous upper limit of ancestral power, and the crown of fire is the darkest flame. Its power is not weak. Sameer was unwilling to devour his own compatriots when he stayed on the throne of the prince. ”

“Besides, even if all the bloodlines don't know now, you, who hold the power of second generation ancestors, I shouldn't forget that the ranking of blood stamps is not constant. By the way, my clan is now number 10. But how long ago was the last ranking competition? A thousand years or two? Andoria was an impulsive young man! ”

Speaking of which, Renault laughed low. Medanzo didn't have that in mind and his face was stiff.

Renault stood up and patted Medanzo on the shoulder: "My dear old friend, it's not embarrassing to pay tribute to the power. Habs, if he's about the same age as Edward, means he'll be active for a hundred years. ”

That last sentence is the point. Medanzo seemed persuaded to disappear from the round table with Renault.

Habs stepped out of the hall door one step at a time, then slowly walked down the 99 steps.

When he stepped to the ground, he suddenly reached out and pressed his chest, where there was a blood amber, one of the hardest substances in the world, the lifelong strength and essence of the Blood Prince. The blood amber just cracked a slight stitch, and it healed instantly, as if nothing had happened, and his body didn't even feel pain.

Yet Habs knew that the drop of blood that separated him from the distant realm collided with fate, again with the sky machine, or, in the words of the eternal world.

He kept wondering, "Lin, why do you despise fate so much when you can see it? ”

Emperor.

On the afternoon of the fifth day of Zhang Boqian's return to Didu, Lin Xitang regained his mobility. At this time, the courtyard waiter had just taken away the table for a short time, but the time had not yet come for your doctor to review it, and the entire sky cabinet was quiet.

Lin Xitang stood up from the recliner and moved his hands and feet. Although his doctor comes to massage him every day to prevent his muscles from shrinking, he does not walk normally for a month and still leaves his feet a little floating.

Lin Xitang walked out of the cabinet, as Hao Tian said, without any obstruction. At the foot of the mountain, cross the buffer belt 50 meters ahead and walk out of the restricted area, then forward to a colony of astronauts served by the Imperial Palace.

At this time, Lin Xitang saw a van parked on the buffer belt without any markings. The style was classic and elegant. The manipulator seemed to be waiting for him, standing by the car, respectfully pulling the door open.

Lin Xitang walked over. “Where are you going? ”

The manipulator bent over and said: "The little one was instructed to send adults wherever they wanted to go. ”

Lin Xitang smiled, “Qingyang Wangfu.” He sat in the trunk.

The master is immobile, carefully closing the door and jumping onto the driver's seat, as if on the most ordinary journey for the master.

Miao Central Palace, Xiaolan Palace.

Hawkey-headed little dynasty will come to an end.

The two Civil Affairs Directors of the Cabinet swung over the adjacent case, sorted out what had just been agreed and drew up more complete provisions on some details. Yesterday, after the promulgation of a series of decrees by the Miyagi Palace, military affairs were handled all day, until noon today, when there was no room to arrange for urgent items in civil affairs.

Several valves and the owners of the family took advantage of this opportunity. Thirty-five hundred and fifty percent of the group whispered some relatively easy topics. The figure of Wang Weishan of Qingyang stood behind the window of Xiaolan Palace, like being attracted to the tall wooden tree.

Behind a bead curtain was a book written by Hao Dynasty, and now he leaned against the table, flipping a roll of books without a match, occasionally writing a few words.

An inner waiter and a half cat flashed in through a side door, saying something in Hao Di's ear.

Hao Nodded, so the inner servant went out and drew in another inner servant.

The man's voice was so low that he reported: "The Grandfather is up… Yes, very well… go, King's Palace.” Some of the inmates' sharp voices became vague when they were depressed, and finally they couldn't hear the word in front of the Imperial Palace.