I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

When Lorelaia regained consciousness, she was no longer surrounded by twisting and squeezing walls, but instead was between the bright starry sky and ruined walls.

The Gertler family base, which has a history of nearly a century and has been reinforced countless times, no longer exists. Both the above-ground buildings and underground facilities have been reduced to ruins. Fortunately, the barrier used to block the spread of sound is still in operation, and tonight's fierce battle did not affect the surroundings.

Silently checking her body, she didn't feel any changes, not even dust, and Lorelaia couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Although she showed determination and bravery in front of Shinji, she was still an underage girl, and it was inevitable that she would be a little nervous when she lost consciousness in front of an unknown stranger.

After calming down for a while, the magic power stored in the body spread to the whole body along the magic circuit. The soreness caused by the coma quickly dissipated, and Lorelaia sat up.

It was only then that she realized that there was a simple silver metal bed under her body. Rubbing the bed board with her fingers, Lorelaia quickly identified the true body of the metal bed - the Moon Spirit Essence liquid that was shaped by fluid manipulation and solidified by air pressure.

"I didn't expect that the ugly assassin was quite considerate, and I changed my mind a little bit about him."

The corners of Loreleia's mouth curved slightly, and her aloof aura softened slightly, replaced by the girl's unique softness.

She tilted her head and thought for a while, then left the metal bed. She drew a spell with her whip to remove the solidification of the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid, and then she stood quietly by the mercury and waited.

Tens of seconds later, a cloaked figure emerged from the mess. He was dragging a safe in his left hand and holding a handful of full-grained, pure-colored gemstones in his right hand. He looked like a nouveau riche.

"Hey, I'm awake. Good morning, miss. Did you sleep well?"

This upstart was of course Shinji. When he sensed that the solidification magic on the Moon Spirit Marrow Liquid was broken, he knew that Lorelaia had woken up.

"It's okay, but the bed is too hard. A mattress would be better." I don't know whether she felt better after a good sleep or was amused by Shenji's weird appearance. Lorelei didn't dwell on the offense just now.

"Sorry, sorry, I accidentally used too much force and tore down the house. I didn't have time to grab a mattress. Please be careful next time."

"next time?"

Hearing Shenji's sincere apology, Lorelaia's eyelids twitched and she finally resisted the urge to complain.

"Where's Gertler?"

"Dead, reduced to ashes, not even ashes left." Shen Er spread his hands.

Now that he has seen Shinji's most powerful posture riding a Pegasus, he must die, and not even his body or soul can be left behind, lest some information be read by a magician who is proficient in necromantic magic.

"Is that so?" Lorelaia sighed.

"What's wrong?" Shenji asked.

Lorelaia asked, "Do you know why I'm here?"

"Mediating between El-Meloy and Gertler - I understand."

Barthemero and El-Meloy both belong to the aristocratic camp and are allies. But this time, the Bartholomew family, who were supposed to be on the side of El-Meloy, actually sided with the traitor Gertler. In all likelihood, it was Gertler who made an offer that Bartholomew could not refuse. .

After figuring this out, new questions arise.

"A mere Gertler, what kind of capital can he have to impress Bartholomew? If he really has such capital, wouldn't it be better to talk to Al-Meloy directly?"

"Because of the conditions proposed by Gertler, only Barthemero in the entire Clock Tower would be interested." Lorelaia explained, "It doesn't matter if I tell you now. It's important information about Ottenrose."

"Whose information are you talking about?" Shen Er felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Tevam Otengroshe, for most people, the name 'White Wing Duke' is more familiar."

After saying this, Shinji understood.

"White-winged Lord" Tevarm Otenroshe, the 17th seat of the "Twenty-Seven Ancestors of the Dead Apostles", was transformed from a magician into a vampire. A typical vampire, known as the "King of the Dead Apostles" (nominally), with the largest territory among the twenty-seven ancestors, and one of the oldest Dead Apostles.

The entire mysterious world knows that for unknown reasons, the Bartholomew family focuses on hunting dead disciples, and they are especially obsessed with White Wing Duke.

"I see, no wonder you are moved. But there is no need for you, the eldest lady, to personally take risks. If I don't have the means to break the predicament, it will really be over."

Shinji's very normal-sounding answer made Lorelaia frown and look suspicious.

"Are you really from El-Meloy?"

"Yes, why do you ask that?" Shen Er's heart thumped, but his tone remained flawless.

"Then you shouldn't know Bartholomew's philosophy."

Shinji was choked to the point of being unable to speak. He could only carefully recall the settings of the poor Bartholomew family and Lorelaia.

For some unknown reason, Lorelaia did not go into details, but continued to explain: "The philosophy of the Bartholomew family is that 'people's performance is more important than personality', so people in the family do not care about family or relatives. We take things very lightly, all we value is ability, and if you want to get something, you must show the corresponding ability."

If it doesn't sound like aristocratic words, it is indeed the philosophy of the Bartholomew family, but it has to add a major premise: people with the same status should obey those with noble blood. The people of Bartholomew firmly believe that only their own race has noble blood, and the only ones who can be on an equal footing with them are those who embody the first magic.

Therefore, Barthemero didn't care about the life and death of other nobles at all, and rarely interacted with other nobles. The closest to this family was the Archibalud family where Kenneth lived. But even so, after Kenneth's death, Bartholomew only provided the minimum help to ensure that El-Meloy would not be removed.

In fact, the same goes for the other two factions. Regardless of whether they claim to be of noble blood or not, magicians are creatures who are more rational than emotional. As long as they have the ability, they will be reused no matter which faction they are in, but they are not as extreme as Bartholomew.

Under such a general premise, the members of the Bartholomew family have long developed the good habit of "doing it yourself, getting enough food and clothing". They may entrust others with unimportant things, but they must do the important things themselves.

"In Bartholomew, the best way to demonstrate one's abilities is to hunt down Death Apostles, especially those related to Otten Rose. Gertler happens to have information about a direct Death Apostle of Otten Rose. If If I can hunt it, no one can stop me from inheriting Barthamero. El-Meloy, let’s consider you a member of the El-Meloy family for now, how can you compensate me?”

PS: "White Wing Duke" has a large territory, but most of the dead disciples don't care about the territory, so of course he is very strong, but he probably can't defeat those real monsters. At best, he can barely squeeze into the top ten of the Twenty-Seven Ancestors. strength.