Kingdom’s Bloodline

Both Thales and Zhan fell silent, and there were only two different breathing sounds in the confessional compartment.

"she left."

Zhan's voice came from the darkness.

"I know." Thales replied gloomily.

After several more seconds, Zhan En's voice sounded again:

"Now, can we put aside our prejudices and have a good talk?"

Thales took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and nodded:

"So, you didn't kill Moss, you just knew about his death in advance and then concealed it?"

"If I really want to kill that wine merchant, then I will let him go first and then give him a discounted cross-sea ticket," Zhan snorted coldly. "Even Judge Brennan can't comment."

Thales was silent for a while and sighed with mixed emotions:

"Before entering the city on the first day, I told Moss: If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to do it. I'll find a reason to drive him away. Then there won't be so many things later. At least he won't die in prison for no reason."

Zhan snorted disdainfully.

"Can you stop being so kind-hearted and sentimental? Instead of pretending to be sad for a scumbag who doesn't deserve sympathy, it's better to consider what's behind his death."

But Thales interrupted him coldly:

“‘Scumbags who don’t deserve sympathy’ is not enough to defend us.”

"No matter who Moss was or what he did during his lifetime, in the past few days, he was involved in our struggle and eventually died because of us. This is something we cannot ignore or escape."

Thales turned to Zhan in the dark:

"It has nothing to do with who he is, it has to do with who we are."

But Zhan also sneered.

"In such a struggle, there will always be collateral damage and the sacrifice of others. This is inevitable and normal. If you can't accept it," Duke Iris sarcastically said, "then it's best to quit the royal family immediately, give up the inheritance rights, and live in seclusion. Shanlin, no, just to be safe, just commit suicide, so that no one will die because of you, Great Sage Thales."

Thales took a deep breath.

"I do not blame you."

"What?"

Thales shook his head and chuckled indifferently:

"There are three kinds of scum in this world, ordinary people and saints. And scum will always laugh at ordinary people: 'Since you can't stand scum, why don't you become a saint?'"

After the words fell, it was Zhan's turn to be silent this time.

But he quickly recovered and countered:

"That wine merchant, Moss, did you really tell him, 'If you don't want to, you can choose not to do it'?"

"yes."

"Yes, you gave him a choice," the Duke of Nan'an sneered, "but do you think he still has a choice?"

Thales frowned.

"I know."

"Most people can't become saints," Zhan En exhaled, seeming to sigh, "especially when they find out that they can't even become ordinary people."

Thales was silent for a few seconds and hummed softly:

"Whatever you say."

The confessional fell silent again.

"How is my sister?"

Thales was startled:

"Who are you? You mean Xi Lai."

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Tails suddenly had a headache.

"It's 'Ms. Kevin Deere', don't call her by her name." Jenn warned him coldly.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Kevin Dill," Thales nodded perfunctorily in the dark, "She is very good, not bad, a good girl, very good..."

Zhan turned his head suddenly, his eyes reflecting the cold light in the darkness.

Thales said something.

"I mean, well, actually she's not good, not good at all..."

Zhan En's eyes slowly narrowed in the darkness, but the coldness was stronger than before.

Thales hesitated again and surrendered helplessly:

"Well, I'd better not mention her."

Zhan was silent for a while.

"When did you meet her?"

"last night."

"You think I'd believe it?"

"Well, it was actually a few days ago," Thales said helplessly, "I was 'chatting' with Sister Karabiyan, and your sister fell from the sky... Well, I asked her a hello."

"That time you asked me if there were any ghosts in Kongming Palace?"

Damn it, how could this guy remember it so accurately?

Thales muttered softly: "Probably."

"Mrs. Smallpox Corpse?"

"Oh, so you know wait, why are you so skilled?"

"That's the lifting mechanism. I helped her install it before. What did you talk about?"

Facing Zhan's aggressive and probing questioning, Thales had to sigh deeply.

"No, I didn't say anything... and then there was the competition banquet last night. I swear, that's it, I have no other interactions with her. And I didn't mean to hide it from you, but, you know, for the overall situation , for stability.”

Having said this, Thales shrugged sarcastically:

"After all, who can guarantee that after I meet your sister, I will lose my temper and do something impulsive that may ruin your banquet and celebration that has never gone wrong for generations?" "

Zhan was silent for a while.

"Repeating someone else's words in retaliation will only make you appear narrow-minded and petty."

"Little chicken intestines?"

Thales shook his head in disdain: "When you sent the vampires to hunt me down seven years ago, why didn't you think of this?"

"What about the fight banquet? What did she say to you?"

"Nothing, say hello again."

"You mean, you were hiding in the corner and whispering, and she asked you to help fasten the back button, just to say hello?"

Thales had a headache again.

"Um, well, last night, she said, said..."

She said she was actually a spy sent by my father?

She said, "Send hello to me on behalf of the Kingdom's Secret Department?"

She also said, do you want me to be a real man?

Feeling that Zhan's gaze was getting sharper, Thales had no choice but to speak:

"Okay, she told a lot of ghost stories, such as Faceless Kirk, Lady Smallpox Corpse, Ghost Hand Princess, Soul Bone Yaco..."

"Jacques."

"What?

"It's the 'Soul Bone Jacques'," Zhan En said quietly, "It's a nursery rhyme about a demonic cannibal, spread around the East China Sea Territory."

Thales sighed helplessly:

"Okay, Jacques. She also talked about the secrets of magic performances, close shots and distant shots, attention shifts, misdirection, etc. I don't understand them very well either."

"Wait!" Zhan's tone changed and his voice suddenly increased.

"What?"

"Misguided."

Zhan narrowed his eyes and seemed to have thought of something:

"It got me thinking, why did Moss die? Why did he die?"

Why did Moss die?

With a thought in his mind, Thales also started thinking:

"In other words, what could his death lead to?"

Zhan thought for a few seconds:

"No, Moss has been dead for a day. It should be said that during this day..."

Thales followed his train of thought and took over:

"What has happened as a result of his death?"

The two fell silent, both thinking.

"No, as of this morning, everything is normal in Emerald City." Zhan shook his head.

"And my subordinates also went to the prison to investigate." Thales' expression changed as he remembered something.

The two of them turned to each other at the same time, and both saw a glint in the other's eyes.

"Everything is normal in the Emerald City," Zhan said faster. "It's because out of worry and caution, I took measures at the Fighting Banquet to block the news of Moss's death and make it an ordinary suicide or vendetta."

Thales nodded:

"So, when my men found out the doubts about the case, I came to question you so angrily..."

"You mean to insult me?"

"It does not matter……"

"So, misdirection," Zhan narrowed his eyes, "the focus of Moss's death is not on the case itself, or even on Moss."

"And with us?" Thales followed his words.

The two looked at each other.

"The people who killed Moss, they know us." Zhan En said.

"I understand too well." Thales nodded.

Zhan frowned: "They took into account my caution and your recklessness."

Thales raised his eyebrows: "You mean, your suspicion and jealousy, my persistence and enthusiasm?"

The two were silent in the darkness for a few seconds.

"Let's skip this topic..."

"I agree……"

Thales took a deep breath and guessed:

"That is to say, Moss is dead, and the more intense the conflict between us now..."

"The more it plays into their hands, like the plate you threw in front of the altar just now." Zhan En affirmed.

"Misguided," Thales understood somewhat. "Moss is just an introduction: they need you and me to conflict, to confront each other in one party's pursuit and the other's concealment."

"And it's best to have your head bloody and fight to the death, so that they can find a flaw and wait for an opportunity to take action."

"Then in response, we will..."

"Recognize this point and reach a consensus," Zhan En said solemnly, "Pretend not to know anything anymore and stay the same."

"you sure?"

"Then do you have any suggestions?"

In the small confession room, the two of them were each thinking, and they could only hear each other's breathing.

"In that case, then I should continue to fight against you. For example, I should continue to pursue the death of Moss," Thales rolled his eyes, "This is normal, right?"

Zhan didn't answer immediately.

"Yes," the Duke whispered after a few seconds, "and I will do everything possible to hinder you, conceal you, and frustrate you."

"Um, don't obstruct too much?"

"Didn't you say: Since you want to pursue results, then follow through to the end?"

Thales was silent for a moment: "Do you know that repeating other people's words in retaliation will only make you appear narrow-minded and petty?"

"Don't you think these words sound familiar?"

The two faced each other silently in the confessional.

"One more thing," Zhan said suddenly, "if they provoke us into conflict and are really waiting for me to reveal my flaws, then..."

Thales' heart sank:

"What's that flaw?"

Zhan En didn't speak. After ten seconds, he spoke softly:

"Listen up, Thales."

"Um?"

"From now on, no matter what we do, what we encounter, no matter how we fight back and forth with the king and the secret department," Zhan En's voice was as calm as ever, "no matter the merits or demerits, promise me, all of this will be related to Hilley has nothing to do with it.”

Thales was silent.

Don't involve Shirley...

It wasn't until the other party urged him repeatedly that he reacted:

"Um, yes?"

Just listen to Zhan En continue:

"My sister, she has been frail and sick since she was a child. She did not grow up like a normal child. Even her education was intermittent and she could not get along with her peers."

Thales rubbed his eyebrows: "I feel the same way."

"Later, I had to send her out to study and recuperate," the Duke said solemnly, "but it developed her weird temper."

Thales was convinced: "It's really weird."

But he quickly sensed the other party's burning gaze and hesitantly added:

"Well, actually...it's not that weird?"

Zhan En glanced at him:

"Therefore, she is also inexperienced in the world, ignorant and simple, and does not understand political interests at all, and has a sinister heart."

Not experienced in the world, ignorant and simple...

Thales narrowed his eyes: "Are you sure?"

Zhan En's eyes were like knives gouging out again.

Thales quickly changed his words:

"Oh, that makes sense. She is your sister, so of course you know her best."

Zhan En was silent in the darkness for a long time, and then sighed:

"She doesn't belong here, Tails, and doesn't belong in our game."

Thales frowned tightly.

"So, no matter what we, no matter what we scum... do," the Duke's voice was a little uncomfortable, as if he was trying to suppress it, "don't involve her."

Don't involve her...

Thales was silent, and after a while, he sighed softly.

"But what if she's still involved?"

Zhan's eyes moved.

"I mean," Thales said a little sadly, "If Heeley had stayed in Emerald City..."

"It's 'Ms. Kevin Deere'," Zhan said coldly, "Don't you know how to be polite?"

"Yes, Ms. Kevin Deere."

Thales had no intention of arguing with him about the title issue:

"But what I mean is, Xi, um, your sister is already here. Of course we don't want to and won't involve her. But if my father, or the Kingdom's secret department, if they plot her into the Emerald City, What about the power struggle?”

The Duke of South Bank did not speak.

He thought for a while and said:

"Well, Tails, I need you to do something else."

"I understand," Thales felt something and nodded in agreement, "I will try to minimize contact with her and not give them any excuses..."

"Stay with her."

"Okay what?" Thales turned his head suddenly and his eyes widened.

But unexpectedly, Zhan En was very calm at this moment.

"If everything is as we think," he said with a thoughtful look, "Morse's death is just a prelude, the purpose is to pit us against each other so that they can wait for an opportunity to take action... Then I am sure that this is the case with Hilley. An 'opportunity', at least one of them."

Thales gritted his teeth.

"It's no coincidence that she suddenly returned to the Kongming Palace. It's most likely a secret service," Zhan changed. "No, it's not possible, but they will definitely involve Xi Lai, and even be the one to defeat Kevin Dill." Breakthrough."

He turned to Thales, and the light reflected in his eyes was particularly conspicuous in the darkness:

"So, I need you to keep an eye on her and any signs of trouble around her."

For more than ten seconds, Thales just stared at him blankly.

"Can you...can you find someone else?"

"Yes, but she won't be happy."

"Then, you think I will be happy?"

"Don't worry, she knows that you and I don't get along," Zhan En smiled disdainfully, "You'll be fine."

"Oh, wait a minute. What kind of expression is this? What does 'it'll be fine' mean?"

"Anyway, you keep an eye on her and I'll take care of the rest."

Thales rolled his eyes:

"But don't you worry about me and your sister..."

"You can't marry her," Zhan said firmly, "and she doesn't like you either."

So straightforward.

Thales lowered his head:

"You know, I thought you had been wary of me and Xi, um, having contact with your sister?"

"That's true, but..."

Zhan nodded and admitted:

"But since you can disregard your own safety and stand up for the Western Wilderness assassin at the royal banquet, you don't hesitate to break up with me..."

Zhan sighed.

"Yes, I can't bear to see you trying to be a saint," he said quietly, "but at least you are not a scumbag."

Thales was silent.

"What if I fail?"

Thales raised his head and said with complicated emotions:

"What if they still...still involve her?"

Zhan's figure paused in the darkness.

"Then I swear, in the name of Kevin Deere, whoever does this, I will make him suffer."

"Okay! Stop!"

Thales quickly raised his hand to interrupt:

"Okay, no need to throw out the rest of the harsh words, thank you."

Feeling the strange look in his eyes, Thales shrugged:

"You know, you are too old to listen to swearing and curses."

Jenn smiled.

"That only means you are not old enough, Thales," the Duke of South Bank said, with profound meaning. "You have not encountered enough despair, so much that you long for the curse to be true."

Thales also hummed:

"That's not necessarily the case, Zhan, not necessarily."

Zhan En said no more. He opened the door of the compartment, leaned into the light, and prepared to leave.

"Also, Thales," Zhan paused, "Although the one-eyed dragon may have been mentioned at the royal banquet, but..."

He turned around and blinked at Thales, who was sitting in the darkness:

"Xinxing's proposal is still valid."

Rising Star’s Proposal…

Thales frowned.

"Not only that, but also what I said last night...I'm waiting, Thales."

Zhan En straightened his clothes and his eyes were sharp:

"Waiting for you to come up with a suitable price."

After saying this, he strode out of the confessional.

Thales was left alone, sitting alone in the dark, not knowing what to think.

Jenn walked out of the confessional, greeting the guests gracefully and gently along the way, until Butler Ashford quietly appeared behind him

"You will go to inspect the people and listen to sermons later," the old housekeeper said respectfully, "Do you need a rest?"

But Zhan didn't answer. He just looked at the huge sunset goddess behind the altar and smiled mysteriously.

"I know, I just discovered it today," Zhan En smiled happily, "It turns out that boy is pretty good."

"oh?"

The next second, Zhan En put away his smile:

"A good liar."

Ashford nodded.

"I just confirmed that he may not know, but it's ridiculous that he pretends to be innocent." Zhan En said coldly.

Ashford remained calm and offered the cloak: "Then what are you sure about?"

"This prince is a trap, coming from Fuxing Palace."

The Duke of Nan'an turned around, took over the cloak, and said calmly: "He and His Majesty the King..."

"They're in the same group."

On the other side, Thales walked out of the confessional exhausted, ignoring the mysterious and evil smile of Priest Chadwe, and found his personal guard captain along the way.

"Thor, do you know what the hardest thing in the world is?"

"You asked before. It was a lie. Sorry, it was a half-truth." Mallos had just finished greeting several guests and looked back at him.

"Yes, but I just discovered something even harder."

"Go to confession with your enemies and come out smelling like smoke?"

Thales' smile faltered.

Mallos immediately coughed:

"Sorry, please continue."

Thales then hummed softly, patted his clothes unconsciously, and smelled the smell on them:

"The hardest thing is pretending to believe a lie, which is much harder than lying."

"It turns out that it is so difficult. In the whole world, only you can do it."

Thales shook his head and had no intention of countering his sarcasm:

"Who did you send to collect information on Moss?"

"Conmuto, he has connections."

"It's not enough. Send more people to dig deeper." Thales' expression gradually became serious, "Believe me, Moss is the key."

Mallos' eyes moved:

"Can I ask why?"

Thales was silent for a while, then turned to look at the Statue of the Sunset Goddess and the Duke of South Bank below, who was about to leave for inspection:

"Because I just discovered..."

The prince narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhan En, revealing a bit of coldness: "Dagory Moss, that wine merchant..."

"He was the one who killed him."

Mallos frowned upon hearing this and fell into deep thought.

A few seconds later, a familiar figure came towards me from a distance and grabbed Thales' arm!

"follow me!"

The round-faced girl held Thales' hand expressionlessly and strode forward.

"Hey, no, wait, no, you can't"

Seeing the person clearly, Thales looked horrified.

Hilley Kelvindir's steps stagnated, and he thought of something, then turned back quickly and circled Thales.

"Oh, by the way, you are his nanny," Heeley approached Mallos, who was frowning, and narrowed his eyes. "Go and have a date. Do you mind?"

nanny……

Mallos twitched his eyebrows, but still smiled politely:

"Of course not, just"

But before Mallos could finish speaking, Hilley turned around, dragging the frightened Thales and disappearing around the corner.

"The most difficult thing in the world, Your Highness..."

Mallos looked at the place where they disappeared, sighed, said to himself, and followed up:

"You really don't know."

My dearest little Thales:

As your verbal fiancé, have you eaten well, grown up quickly, and turned into a good young man with a strong figure and loved by everyone?

Are you as delicious and lovable as before?

Have the tooth marks on your neck and wrists near the blood vessels disappeared? Do they hurt when it rains?

You were supposed to have been in the Northland for six or seven years, being fucked to death by the Yankees?

Hahaha, it’s great. Without blood, sweat, time and steel, how can you become the mainstay and turn the world upside down?

It's just a joke, don't be upset, let alone tear up the letter.

I know what you think of me, but you have to admit at least one thing:

Without me, you would have fallen into the hands of the Black Prophet or even Kevin Dill, or in the mouth of that bloody disgusting monster, where you might have been flattened, rounded, crushed and digested.

You are welcome!

You are welcome! !

You are welcome! ! !

What's more, you, who have been tempered and grown up by my painstaking efforts, killed King Nun and half of Dragon Sky City with just a few fingers, and seduced the Grand Duchess and half of Aix with a wink. Special (really a troublesome man)?

In the end, you gave up and provoked a war that swept through the Golden Corridor. At the cost of endless corpses, you tried every means to fight your way back to the stars. This is right. If you had always been submissive, mediocre and cowardly, how boring would that be? , I can’t even arouse the interest to find you.

But I also heard that you have been having a bad time recently since you returned home? Your father is afraid of you, and the imperial officials are ostracizing you?

To be honest, I'm not surprised. I know your temperament. Sometimes you are as soft as my lips, and sometimes you are as hard as my claws. Hunting the unpredictable prey is a challenge.

It doesn't matter, I understand your current situation very well, and I'm happy to give you some advice. After all, who doesn't have a father who is incompatible with you and wants to kill him in his dreams, and a group of sanctimonious ministers who want to take you down all the time? What about genus?

I swear on my mother's name, Thales, when I was writing this letter, I hesitated for a long time, making corrections and deletions in the middle.

I am very troubled, what tone should I use? Do I want to reconcile with you? Should you humble yourself and beg for forgiveness? Is Chen Qing interested in seeking cooperation? Are you moved to reconciliation over time? Or express your grievances and longings with love and affection?

No, I figured it out later, no.

Anyway, you, a treacherous ghost-like, ruthless vampire-like bastard, won’t believe it.

So, no matter what, I won’t hide anything, I’ll just tell the truth:

I miss you, Thales!

Too much!

I want to die, I want to go crazy, I want to go crazy!

I think that every day, every night, every moment, every minute, every second, every moment of frustration and pain, I am full of anger and hatred, and I can't wait to beat you, this shameless little guy, who should be killed. Every hair, every piece of skin, every drop of blood, every muscle, every inch of bone on the bastard's body was stripped alive and bloody, peeled off, bit off, torn off, torn off, watching you tremble in endless torture and pain, regret and fear, Screaming, roaring, crying, unable to survive, unable to survive!

Can you feel it? Feel how much I miss you, in my bones, in my veins, in my soul!

You can't even imagine, little bastard, what I've been through over the years.

Damn it, much, much, much, much, much more than I have ever experienced in the past few hundred years!

You are the bastard who killed a thousand people and caused me to live thousands of miles in exile. You are the bastard who seeks blood, food, shelter from the sun and shadows along the way. The hardships, blood, pain, and humiliation along the way are all your damn debt to me! I want you to pay back with everything that belongs to you and everything that doesn’t belong to you!

Hold!

Okay, I apologize, I got excited and lost my temper.

But the meaning is correct:

you are mine.

You can't escape.

Well, I have been to Emerald City. Yes, it was the year I met you fatefully. I was on the shore of Gonghai City. Unfortunately, the Iris family was more obedient at that time, and they were fooled by hooking their fingers. Now, what? , much more untamable.

Therefore, you don’t have to hold back, just kill his whole family to pave the way for your throne.

In this way, you can be prepared to welcome me back to you.

I'm going too far, that's it. I heard that my crybaby sister also sent a messenger to the Emerald City. Maybe she will bring you a letter, just like me?

If not, forget it. If there is, hehe, let me guess, if the crybaby calls you "my friend, the respected Prince Thales" when he raises his head, ah, no need to doubt, run quickly, she will He is about to kill someone. You are not the first one, you must also be the last one!

And if a crybaby calls you "my dear brother", it's like a monarch calling another, and then a bunch of flattery comes first, haha, no doubt, it must be that her rule is encountering difficulties, you and I are right. All of these have contributed, and the two extreme vampires are irreparable losses.

I strongly suggest that you take advantage of the lion's big mouth. No matter how much meat she has, you bite three times the amount! If it is only twice as much, don’t say you are my fiancé. If it is less than twice as much, I think there is no hope for you to be crowned in this life. If it is less than twice as much, I will go back and bite you to death myself, so as not to insult my past education.

Then, if the crybaby gets straight to the point and tells you directly "I want your head" or "I want your lower head", oh, no, she has a lot of chips and doesn't bother to talk nonsense, but it's okay. , at least she showed her face and didn't hide it.

But if she is kind and considerate, speaks softly, puts herself in your shoes, and can kindly clarify your interests and make suggestions for you, oh, congratulations, little Thales, she is really on a dead end, desperate!

Hahahaha, in the Kingdom of Night, the six major families under Corleone must be suspicious of the disappearance of King Nightwing (guess, why are they suspicious?), and they are openly and secretly opposing her and plotting against her, with the intention of subverting her. Domination, even tearing her heart and blood vessels, but she is helpless and is desperately looking for help and allies all over the world!

Then the crybaby will definitely start asking you in a low voice, "Oh, the most handsome and handsome prince of the stars, are you free recently?" If you have time, could you put your thick, big, hard... money bag in your pocket and visit the little girl's humble home? Alas, for a time in Chunxiao, any gesture was too far away. In short, she wanted money, food, people, face, and everything.

In order to protect her throne, in addition to being reluctant to dig her dead father's grave, she also has a crybaby character that can sell her own mother, well, even herself!

And I guess, no matter what she said, Crybaby will definitely tell you two things:

One, I'm a bitch.

I am indeed, and I am destined to be the one you fear the most in this life, but also miss the most, hahahaha!

Two, she and you are in the same group.

Hahahahahaha, it’s really hilarious. What is her current situation? She’s a ruined queen, she’s crowned like a monkey, her rule is on the verge of collapse, and she deserves to be with you?

But, if she didn't humble herself, if she looked aloof, and the little girl stopped selling herself, well, that wouldn't be good, very bad.

This means that she must be brewing something and planning something. The most likely thing is that she has found a way out and is confident in stabilizing the domestic rule. Damn it, I have to postpone my return.

Ah, I forgot to mention, you need to find out who is the messenger who came to Emerald City to deliver the message and discuss the reconciliation with Iris. Pay special attention to whether there is an old man from the Far East named Li.

If he is there, it means my premonition has come true, Crybaby really has a new trump card, damn, she found a way, so Li can leave the country, as the person closest to her father, representing Blood Fang and Night country.

If Li didn't come, it means she didn't find it! Li must stay in the country to withstand those restless vassals! Hahaha, with the conspiracy methods of Castigan and the Sullivan family (perhaps coupled with my little intelligence help from thousands of miles away), she is dead!

No kidding, little Thales, you know very well in your heart that compared to her, you and I are the same kind!

Don’t rush to deny it, yes, that’s right, we have at least one thing, or perhaps the most important thing, in common:

We are survivors!

I am, and so are you, yes, we may be confused, wavered, or hesitant, but no matter how small the chips, no matter how bad the situation, no matter how strong the opponent, no matter how bad luck, no matter how scary, bad, or desperate the situation is, , in the end, we are still ourselves!

We will not give up, do not believe in failure, and do not take half a step back. We will still gnash our teeth, shed tears, swallow blood, drag our embarrassed body with broken arms, pick out our fingernails, bite our teeth, and roar our throats. It's the deepest part of hell. Climb back inch by inch and demand repayment from this world!

Because we only have ourselves!

I am!

The same to you!

As for the crybaby, what can she do?

Seven years ago, when we were standing in the snow, using up all our life-long wisdom and strategies, risking everything, tense confrontations, and game-playing duels, hoping to determine the outcome and decide life and death, that useless little girl was still there. Lying in the snow with no limbs, pouting and drooling, talking in his sleep!

But, little Thales, little Thales, if you want to go further on the road to power, you have to learn to deal with different dangerous people, learn to play games with them, exchange chips with them, and Include me in the deal.

Then, you have to learn to be cruel, learn to be cold-blooded, and learn to become an inhuman existence.

Believe me, especially that last bit, it helped, especially when I was facing my dad.

So, I look forward to meeting you again, trading with you, and making an alliance with you?

Don't hate to hear it. To put it bluntly, if you can't face me and are afraid to face me, then you are just a piece of dead flesh and a walking corpse sitting on the supreme throne of the stars. Sooner or later, you will be killed. The leather bones were pulled off, beaten into bloody foam, baked into ashes, ground into dust, and then sold at a low price as unwanted garbage.

But are you willing?

Do you want to?

Are you willing to?

Are you angry?

Do you hate it?

Do you want to!

In this case, then grit your teeth, clench your fists, and go on with blood and tears!

The stars are lonely and the night is cold. They don't originally intersect, they just meet by chance.

But they each bear hardships and madness, and they all gnash their teeth, shed blood, and tear up the last bit of faith, firmly believing that as long as they hold on until the end, they can win the future.

I hope I can still see you by then, little Thales.

For this, you have to work hard and don't get dropped halfway.

Oh, you must miss me, right?

Haha, don’t be ashamed to admit it, you will never be able to forget me, let alone get rid of me!

Because I'm also thinking about you, you shameless little bastard who deserves to be put on the rack and dragged a thousand times.

Don't rush, don't rush.

We will meet, sooner or later.

We will have the opportunity to settle our debts, settle our grudges, and perhaps pay our full vengeance.

It starts with tonight’s letter.

Until your last breath.

I believe you have met the person who sent you this letter. He is a member of the Feast Council, the young master of the Holier family, and the good adopted son of the 'Ghost Queen' Anna Holier. He is young and promising. The future is great, but the brain is broken and annoying.

Or maybe, it's not bad, but it's just hidden, but in reality, it's just like his wife, sinister, vicious, bloody and terrifying?

Oh, I forgot to mention that before he became a vampire, he was a homosexual, specializing in handsome young men (isn't his brain broken?).

You have to protect yourself!

I wish you have dreams every night, and I am in your dreams, because our teeth and skin will be close to each other there, and our blood will blend until one of us bleeds out and dies in pain!

The stars are still there, but can your blood really heal forever?

I love you so much that I want to hear you scream, and then tear you into pieces inch by inch, and then eat you bite by bite, so that all the blood in your body becomes nourishment for me in this life.

Your dearest, Serena L.A. Van Corleone,

in every nightmare of yours

(A dark red lip mark with a faint smell of blood)

And: I hope you do the same.