Chapter 25 Longevity (Part 1)

Lobike sat down in a quaint meeting chair, restrained, and did not have the prestige and majesty of being a first-class police chief.

His glory looked at the tri-color iris logo on the side of the study and a portrait of the old man.

Lobike knows that even if he holds a city and a collar, the lord of the real power can not easily sit here, talking to the powerful and elegant young aristocrats opposite him.

What is the little warning officer?

"Thank you for being busy, and taking time to see me." Lobike bowed his head with respect and whispered.

"Please don't say this! With your qualifications and status, it is more than enough to be my teacher. This is the words of the father." An iron-colored curly hair, a round-faced young man smiled kindly, jokingly like Authentic: "Although I am not intimate with him on the taste of wine, but on the respect of Lord Dilla, we can be said that the father and the son are united."

A warm stream rushed into my heart, and Lobick nodded quickly: "The old duke is a highly respected, generous and benevolent adult, and you are not inferior at this point."

The young man heard the words and looked at the portrait in the study.

The old duke’s smile was kind and amiable.

After a few seconds, the young man recovered from his meditation.

"I am very sorry, two years, I am still - I wish I had not let him lose face." The young man smiled and shook his head, stood up, with a slightly sad smile flashing away, he looked faintly into the distance I sighed sighingly: "Sometimes I will think if my father is still-"

"I would rather listen to him and ask me more."

Lobick was a little embarrassed. On the one hand, he also missed the benevolent old duke. On the other hand, he felt that the truth of the little duke was a very personal matter. He should not intervene.

Fortunately, the little duke turned around in time, put away the memory, and used a joke to unlock the old duke:

"- As long as he does not mention the matter of wine."

Hearing this, Lobic and the young people laughed tacitly.

As everyone knows, the old duke likes to drink the black melamine spirits of Exeter, and the little duke prefers to fine-tune the fine wines of the Principality of the Sera. For this matter, the two have red-eared red in front of the tri-color iris family for even this, even It’s the point of getting a sword duel. Only the old Duchess and the lovely Miss Hilley could use the murderous eyes and the spoiled eyes to stop the two at the table.

The young man’s two words of effort, the restraint and the shackles in the house just disappeared.

In the laughter, the young man put down the expensive agarwood pipe in his hand, went to the side of the wine table, and picked up a bottle of unlabeled wine.

"I am sorry, I am not addicted to smoke, but I just went to the racecourse and talked to a few old people." The young man explained with a smile, "So hope, holding a pipe can look a little old - they would rather pay attention to one." The ruthless horse is not willing to listen to a sly kid who sells his sly plan."

At the tip of the eye, Lobic noticed that a bottle of rye spirits was suddenly placed in the wines of the various colors on the wine table. Although it was never opened, it was carefully preserved and spotless.

Lobick couldn’t help but feel moved when she thought of the old duke who passed away.

This is the first time in the two years after the death of the Duke of Old Kevindir, he first privately met with the new Duke, but in just a few minutes, the eminent and gentle debut of the Duke has made the police chief impression profound.

It is worthy of the six giants who have passed down the millennium. It is worthy of the three-color iris flower of "Ring_die_for_friends_than_foes", which is the son of the old duke. It seems that the Kevin Dil family has succeeded.

The chief of the police station gave a slight glimpse, and then replied affirmatively: "Only those who lack talent can take the qualifications to say things. I believe that your character and talents of the Duke can make up for this."

"I'm grateful," the little duke smiled and took two glasses of red wine and handed him a cup to Lobick. "This sentence is said from the longest mouth of the youngest police station. It really makes me feel more attentive - I know Duke of Cullen." How did you encourage me?"

Lobic happily took the red wine - his restraint did not know when it had disappeared - sneer at the little duke to imitate the tone and posture of the big belly of the East Coast Duke.

"Don't worry, Jon! You know, my father and I were all grown up by the first king--" The little duke distorted his face and learned the Duke of Cullen, blushing and screaming: "- - So, if anyone doubts our qualifications, we will give him Lulu our ass!"

Lobick and the Little Duke were laughing again, then they clinked happily and sipped.

The low profile of the high position always maximizes the goodwill of the next person.

After a friendly and friendly greeting, I finally got to the point.

The little duke finally frowned.

“Need a lot of corpses? Old friends? Banquet?” The young Duke of Kevindir wondered: “Do that person really say that?”

Lobick’s face nodded solemnly: “He said that he gave the order of the grown-up, but as far as I know—”

"I am mad again, and I will not make such an order!" The Duke of Kevin Deere put his face down seriously and waved decisively.

Seeing the action of the little Duke, Lobick finally completely let go.

"I am just a newcomer who is not familiar with government affairs. I haven't paid attention to the contact with the blood bottle for a long time - but you are an experienced and long-awaited police officer. What do you think of this?" The little duke looked up. Asked seriously.

The humility and respectfulness of the Little Duke made Lobike very useful, so he offered his opinion wholeheartedly:

"As far as I know, it is not uncommon for the bodies to be consumed. The mysterious magicians have been dead for a long time, and the sacrifices of evil spirits or demons have not appeared for a long time, and the blood bottle can not always be for the development of medicine and therapeutics. - So the rest are those races that live on corpses or blood." Lobike analyzed it carefully.

Jen Kevindir nodded slowly and closed his eyes as if thinking about something.

After a few seconds, he blinked and turned to stare at Lobick, incredulously:

"Longevity?"

Lobick nodded surely.

The little duke sighed long.

The police chief no longer speaks, he knows, and then only needs to wait for this young and promising aristocrat to give the final decision.

"In the way of buying and accommodating, orderly and gradual, the underground gang is included in the kingdom's system and the law -" the young Duke's face was not good, and behind his hands, he began to slowly start in the room, which made Lobby I can't help but think of the old duke. "- This is the governance policy that my great-grandfather started when Kessel IV was in office. For decades, the blood bottle helper was a fruitful example."

"But now it seems that once they fall into the gang, they can't avoid exposing the lawless nature," the little duke frowned and carefully selected the words: "There are some reasons why the emerging gangs squeeze their living space, but Being indulgent is certainly not a long-term solution."

"Using the Red Square Street to set up a plague, endangering the lives and property of the residents of the kingdom, and even alarming the pre-conference meeting, so that the sorrowful anger and blame, it is already very excessive, and even evil demon--"

The little duke’s face was solemn and majestic, and his words were firm and embarrassing. He was just right in the heart of Lobick’s heart and let him be respected:

"--After the failure of the internal struggle, I did not converge on the temper and lick the wounds. I still want to jump over the wall, use the power of the outside and foreign people to turn over, and even threaten the Kingdom's police hall in my name and ask for the body of the national."

“It’s ridiculous!”

Lobick bowed his head and waited for the final verdict of the three-color iris.

"Ashford!" The little duke screamed loudly, and the singer came in a white-haired dress.

Lobick recognized that this was the most trusted butler of the old duke, Ashford, and nodded tribute.

The old butler returned meticulously and then listened to the command of the little master:

"Contact the blood bottle help, who is the most recently - forget it, no matter who you are, you will let him go to my study to explain!"

"Send a team of people, raise the three-color iris, and ask the blood bottle to help people who can speak up - threaten my father's love, the kingdom's police officer, this account they must give me an account!"

"Add another team, take the end of the knight, to bring out their new guests, the wild wolves or vampires who licked the body and blood! If you find a violation of the "Community of Humanity and Longevity" "The behavior of the ", do not ask, directly to their heads to come to me - forget it, too dirty - take it to feed the dog!"

"Prepare the carriage and clothing. My schedule is ahead of schedule. I will go to the Fuxing Palace next week. Hey, after all, it is a matter of gangsters and grass-roots. I don't know if you are willing to listen to me-"

"Understanding the secrets of the kingdom, Morat is the one who should pay attention to the feast and the wild mountain! The longevity breeds in the king to enjoy the body? Hey! When was the last time they gathered in the king? The **** year? If let I know that those vampires and wolves are ready to interfere in the internal affairs and subvert the stars -"

Lobick heard this and knew that he couldn't listen anymore. He quickly bowed and left the study under the eyes of the Duke's friendly and encouraging eyes.

Behind him, the little duke was still dissatisfied with his butler.

The commander of the police took the door of the Kevindir family estate and breathed a sigh of relief. Tonight, he asked the Duke’s intentions and would not suffer because of the **** bottle.

Most importantly, he saw the Duke of Jen Kevindir himself and sincerely felt that -

This decadent old kingdom is still hopeful.

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After confirming that Lobic had left the manor, the housekeeper Ashford silently closed the door of the study.

Duke Jen closed his eyes and breathed a deep breath and sat down on the chair.

"I really admire him, a person in his forties still has so much blood--" Jen squeezed his nose, his movements were gracefully relieved, and his face was tired: "It seems like he can really change." What a pity, unfortunately, taking care of the self-respect of the family is a compulsory course for the upper class."

"The old man is very optimistic about his talents - and, perhaps, he is more worried that the **** bottle will affect your perception, my adult." Ashford fell silently for the master. A glass of wine, then walked back to the wine table and began to wipe a lot of bottles, especially the bottle of rye.

"Speaking of the blood bottle." Jen picked up the glass and took a sip, feeling the sweetness.

But he shook his head and revealed his helpless expression: "It’s really ridiculous to openly find the police room to get the body. The magicians are all magic apprentices, I think they will have the corresponding wisdom."

"Their heads, the enchanting magician disappeared in the battle last night." Ashford silently reminded his master, "And, the **** bottle of help, so that they are also stretched in terms of manpower, presumably The blood food of the Corian family was gone - so the next step was to make a decision." Ashford didn't look at Jen's eyes, but only concentrated on the spirits that the old duke had never been willing to drink.

"The loss of this winning battle is really great." Jane groaned and swayed his goblet.

"But, your own mistakes always have to make up for themselves."

"The Exeter Mission will enter the country next month. I am afraid that the people who are scheduled to be transferred from the blood bottle will not be in place." Jane looked down at the wine in the glass and sucked in the wine with a sorrow.

He closed his eyes and spit out a deep breath, slowly loosening the button on the neckline and sipping a sip of wine.

When the wine entered the throat, Jen looked up and saw the portrait of his father.

The smile of that kindness made Jane feel more burdened.

"At least the Corleone family responded to your invitation as soon as possible, and the letters to other people have been secretly sent out. According to their relationship with the iris, I believe that there will be a reply soon." Ashford said lightly.

"Hey, the Corleone family - the head of the next seven in the night country, but only three people and some blood slaves." Jen frowned and poured the bottom of the wine, closed his eyes, gently Look at your own temple: "This is not like their traditional style."

Ashford bowed his head and motioned that he was listening.

"A **** giant who is rich in the blood of the Duke of the **** family, wants to start blood, and even with the shackles of the lower city. It is enough to absorb the blood of the corpse, and actually can't wait to reach out to live, and also to the level. And super-ordered hands." Jane slowly opened his eyes.

Jane’s eyes were darker and deeper. He took over the wine from Ashford’s continued, faintly:

"It's a pity."

"After all, you are the one who 'invited' them, the owner of the ‘food and lodging’.” Ashford silently accented the statement and reminded his master.

"They concealed the truth - the truth about the current situation of the Corleone family." Jane said with a blank expression, he closed his eyes and spit out a breath, calmed his mood, and when he opened his eyes, his eyes were already cold and cold: "And any accident can damage our plans."

Just listen to him and say:

"Let Seychelles and Kasien, with four teams of knights, go to the Manor."

"First talk to Nikola, knock on the blood bottle, as long as they don't blame, Iris guarantees their survival."

"Since it is a loser, why do you still jump up and down?"

"Then are the three vampires from the East."

Jon Kevindir’s tone is unmistakable, and the expression on the round face is clear and calm, but terrible.

"Find out the secrets they hide."

"If they don't cooperate -"

"Draft an official letter to the temple of the next day. The Kevindir family has always been loyal to the Maharaja of the next day. I have attached three vampire heads and said hello."

"Communicating to the East China's intelligence line - I want to know all the big things in the night country."

"These three blood races are no longer usable. That thing, let's find someone else to do it."

The cup on the handle of the Duke of Jen was gently lowered.

Compared to this, King Kaiser is over forty-eight years old next year. The first generations of the kings chose the heirs at this age node (Lol Star reincarnation four times in the starry sky). This is the key moment for the replacement of the throne. The sawing and contesting with the other five giants is the key.

If the comet is destined to be absolutely perfect.

Then, by Lennster Kevindir, who always fought on the side of Tomond I, let his equally outstanding descendants let his tri-color Iris Citi, take over the vow of the Revival King.

That way, I can have enough power to go...

Thinking of this, Jen feels that his shoulders are heavier and more powerful.

But when I remembered the fat man of the Duke of Cullen, Jen's pupil was slightly moved. He chuckled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Ashford put down the bottle at hand and licked a perfect cockroach without expression.

"Right, although it is a small matter, but let Seychelles ask Nekra."

Jen looked up and saw the Duke of Kevindir under the tricolor irises, his eyes deepened:

"How is the temptation of the 闵迪思厅?"

(End of this chapter)