Don't confiscate my citizenship

The eternal night snow washed by the moonlight contains unknown coldness and danger.

Although the moonlight was bright, it could not completely dispel the shadows that shrouded the snow.

Sigre stood in front of Lan Qi, clenching her fists, the cold wind blowing her hair.

The beret she had never taken off had fallen off in the snow and tumbling when she jumped out of the car.

I saw a pair of orc-like wolf ears on her light-colored hair.

Her breathing was messy, and each breath turned into a small white mist, merging with the snowflakes.

"Sigre..."

Lan Qi had never been interested in exploring other people's secrets, until he saw Sigre's ears and finally became convinced of some of his suspicions.

According to the ancient books he read at the last gangster dinner in the Shadow World Temple, pure wolves will appear somewhat similar to wolf-orcs in the moonlight.

Under the grace of the moonlight, Sigre became obviously stronger.

"I'm not human, but I'm not a bad person."

Sigre looked tiredly at the night sky and whispered to herself.

Although she will become stronger at night, enough to fight against the sixth level, the absolute gap between the sixth level and the seventh level cannot be made up by any skills.

What's more, at night she only gains enhanced physical abilities and regeneration, while the Vampires are immortal at night.

Even a seventh-level powerhouse may not be able to consume more energy than the Vampire Earl.

Sigre didn't understand why the vampire earl in the distance stopped attacking, but the other party obviously noticed her ears.

Until, the blood count looked at the person behind her and saluted with a little grace.

"Mr. Rocky, I am very interested in you. If you are willing to cooperate with our vampire family, we will not harm you."

Count Gregory looked at Lan Qi quite friendly and said.

He had long understood the skills of this craftsman - enough to repair and complete works of art of divine quality, and as such a precious human being, he could not bear to harm it.

Whether you make him your dependent or dedicate him to the ancestor, he is of inestimable value.

"Although I am very interested in who your true identity is in the Paulante Empire, you can ask these questions slowly."

Count Gregory crossed his arms and said with a relaxed attitude.

Such a royal master craftsman must be a national treasure in the Paulant Empire. However, according to his intelligence, there is indeed no powerful figure like "Rocky McCarthy" in the Paulant Empire.

The reason why he went to the orc city-state disguised as a character named Rocky McCarthy was probably because he had a distinguished status in the Grantant Empire and did not want to attract too much attention.

But the highest level should be a minister.

In any case, his value has increased again.

It is not easy to insert a high-ranking spy into the Paulante Empire during wartime.

"..."

Sigre grabbed Lan Qi's wrist tightly.

She didn't understand why the frail artist behind her could remain so calm at this moment.

It was as if he had no heartbeat.

Could it be that he had thought clearly that it was impossible for the vampires to be willing to kill him?

"Very well, I really like humans who can communicate."

Gregory observed Lan Qi's condition and was very satisfied.

The other party did not show any panic or hostility towards the vampires. He was a rational human being who knew how to understand current affairs.

"But... if you want me to treat you favorably, there is only one thing you need to do now."

Count Gregory continued, pointing at Sigre with his raised fingertips.

"Leave her to me."

In fact, before tracking them here, he didn't even expect there would be additional gains.

He actually met a remnant of the wolf clan.

Moreover, the more he observed her hair color and eye color, the more it made Gregory feel good.

Not surprisingly, she is the werewolf that the fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, is looking for.

As Gregory's words fell, and following his fingertips, thick blood-colored magic power filled the surroundings, turning into an invisible wall surrounding Lan Qi and Sigre, shrouding them in a layer of blood-colored light curtain.

Sigre's intuition was like a sharp blade, and she felt the strange danger gradually filling the air.

A huge transparent cage suddenly formed, and the count's unique vampire magic trapped everything around Lan Qi and Sigre.

"Little guy, the reason why I haven't hurt you yet is because I want to ask you, did you escape from the Moon Goddess Temple?"

Count Gregory asked calmly after catching the two people.

"..."

Sigre's eyes stared coldly into the distance, and she tightened her grip on Lan Qi's wrist.

"Hmm."

Seeing that Sigre didn't answer and the imperial craftsmen didn't respond, Count Gregory shook his head and smiled.

"Actually, I also participated in the blood moon disaster of the wolf clan that day, the bloodbath of the wolf clan's last pure land. How many wolves did I kill? I don't remember."

He looked at his fingers and counted them but came up with no answer.

"I only know that there is a wolf with the same hair color as you who is really difficult to deal with. He actually fought tooth and nail with the Fourth Ancestor in a duel, just to let the weak wolf escape as much as possible."

Gregory looked at the moonlight in the clouds in the sky and recalled it. It was an unforgettable beauty. Looking from a distance, the once prosperous Holy Land Temple of the Moon Goddess had been reduced to ruins, with dried wolves scattered among the collapsed buildings. The clan has broken limbs and arms.

Whether it is an old sage, a wolf girl, or a child, their blood has long been sucked dry or evaporated. Even if they just walk by, the rich scent of blood will hit their nostrils.

The entire wolf clan's holy land has been reduced to a feasting place for their blood clan after their carnival.

"It's a pity that in the end, only one cub managed to escape."

Thinking of this, Count Gregory's mouth unconsciously showed a sense of joyful satisfaction.

It was just as he expected.

In the distance, Sigre's figure was silent, her face was covered with shadows, and her hair covered her eyes.

She did not waver or lose her calm due to Count Gregory's words, but her fingers trembled slightly, the veins on the back of her hands beat, and the anger in her heart was about to burn her up.

In the recalled memories, the bloody moonlight shone, and a suffocating sense of absurdity and psychedelia enveloped the last Temple of the Moon Goddess.

Until now, it made her want to tremble.

"Little girl, with your reaction, it seems that I guessed it right."

Count Gregory snapped his fingers, stared at Sigre, and asked in a more confident voice,

"...Do you know how ugly and miserable your father looked when his spine was pulled out when he was defeated by the Fourth Ancestor? I didn't expect to bump into you here. I believe that when I brought your body to the Fourth Ancestor , he will be quite happy."

Count Gregory observed with satisfaction the wolf cub who had not yet grown up and had nowhere to escape, looking forward to her collapse.

It can only be said that he is worthy of being the heir of the strongest warrior of the wolf clan, and he has a fighting talent that even the wolf king does not have.

At such a young age, he managed to reach the fifth level on his own.

Fortunately, she was not allowed to continue to grow.

From now on, the ancestors no longer have to worry about the resurgence of the wolf clan, they just need to exterminate the last seedlings.

After killing Sigre with his own hands, he will be able to receive the reward from the fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo.

If you want to be promoted to a marquis-level vampire, it will be impossible without the blood rewards of the first five ancestors.

The perfect arrangement of everything made Count Gregory indulge in the rare happiness at this moment.

Far away on the snow, Sigre still didn't respond to him.

"..."

Sigre was convinced that she had not escaped after all.

Ever since she escaped from her hometown by chance that day, she felt like vampires were chasing her every day and every night.

After all, I am a being who shouldn't live. Maybe it would be better to die with my parents that day.

"You have wanted to die for a long time. I know that living is very painful for you. I will send you to see your parents right away. Is this human being nice to you?"

Gregory's eyes couldn't hide his obsession and intoxication, and his desire to completely collapse Sigre's mentality was undisguised.

"If you want him to survive by protecting him like this, you'd better not continue to harm him."

Count Gregory raised his palm and raised his fingers slightly, as if he could control the entire snowy area at any time. There was a trace of kindness in his eyes, as if he was admiring the prey he had captured.

He wanted the little werewolf to know that he actually didn't mind killing this human as well, so don't try to use him as a hostage for any delusions.

The only choice she had was to die with this human or let him survive alone.

"Okay, let's make a decision."

Gregory's voice echoed like a death knell on the snowfield.

Every word of Count Gregory's voice was full of majesty.

Under this blood moon, he is the ruler of the night, and all human will seems insignificant.

"The Blood Count..."

Sigre's voice was filled with long-repressed anger.

Once she closed her eyes, there was not a moment when she was not alone or pitiful.

She can win against a fifth-level baron, and she can also fight against a sixth-level viscount at night.

But if there were seventh-level vampires, she would have no choice but to wait for death.

The time was too short, and she failed to grow strong enough to threaten the Vampire Clan.

Sigre felt a heavy tiredness and weakness, and this feeling spread in her hands and feet.

Her eyes fell helplessly on Lan Qi.

"..."

It was a kind of gratitude, thanking myself for meeting such an interesting person at the end of my life.

But it's a pity that she won't grow up.

After a while, Sigre softly called Lan Qi beside him.

"Mr. Lodge..."

"Um?"

Lan Qi's ears were slightly tilted, listening to her words.

Before Lan Qi could wait for Si Grei to say anything more, Si Grei had already let go of Lan Qi's wrist, and the little figure walked towards Count Gregory alone.

"goodbye."

she said.

Her life was of little value, but she knew that people like Rocky could not die. As long as he lived, there would still be hope for the Polante Empire. Maybe he could deceive the vampire count and continue to escape back to the Polante Empire to become a double agent.

He is a good man.

"That's right."

Count Gregory showed some approval and licked his sharp teeth. He couldn't wait to suck up the sweet blood of this wolf cub.

Although the mummified wolves would be ugly to see, if the corpses of the almost extinct wolf cubs were collected in his palace, it would be a valuable collection.

"..."

Sigre knew what her fate would be.

She has seen too many clan members die at the hands of the vampire clan.

The strange thing is that she doesn't feel much fear now, she just feels that she is about to be relieved.

The only regret is that she can't go back to the Paulante Empire to tell her younger brothers and sisters about the interesting things along the way.

Just thinking about it, she didn't know why, tears welled up in her eyes.

She actually didn't want to die. It wasn't until the moment she decided to die that she understood the few good things she had left but still wanted to keep.

Maybe her life is meaningless, but the sacrifices of her people give her life a different meaning. She is the last flame that her father desperately protects.

However, at the moment when Sigre felt the pain in her heart making it difficult to breathe.

She felt someone grab her hand.

It was a big warm hand, just like the few remaining memories of my parents.

Sigre turned back in confusion and surprise.

I saw Lan Qi looking at her, his eyes full of helplessness.

"..."

"You can negotiate, but never compromise with criminals. You have a lot to learn."

Lan Qi smiled and held her hand tightly, pulling her back.

That look seemed to tell her, don't worry.

Sigre briefly stared at Lan Qi's beautiful emerald eyes, staggering on her feet and slightly opening her lips.

But without saying anything, he was pulled beside him.

This brief incident made Count Gregory frown across from him in the distance.

Count Gregory began to approach again, his footsteps making no sound on the snow, keeping a distance, his eyes with detached indifference.

The bloody magic began to focus on Count Gregory's fingertips, and the air in the direction it pointed was twisted to form a dark blood-colored ring, swallowing everything around it, as if it could crush objects instantly.

The bloody arcs that appeared in the space further restricted the scope of activities of Sigre and Lanqi.

"Oh? It seems you want to die together?"

Count Gregory dropped his folded hands,

"I thought you were a smart man, Mr. Lodge..."

He pressed his thumb on his knuckles, his voice became a little deeper, and his eyes became a little murderous.

The airflow on the snowfield was mercilessly pressed on the pause button. In the dim snow curtain, the breath of bloody magic quickly heated up.

The cold bloody halo in the surrounding air became increasingly intense.