Huo Qi had a clear understanding and vaguely guessed his father's thoughts.
"Father, what you mean is that you should continue to paralyze the other party with behavior that suits you and let things proceed on the original track. It doesn't matter whether Mrs. Nia and the third team leader are related to this matter or not.
."
"As long as we can capture the enemy, we will have a chance to interrogate and find out the truth."
"On the contrary, if we meet Mrs. Nia out of character, it will easily alert the snake and cause the fish that have a chance to enter the fishing net to escape."
Marquis Bach nodded slightly and said: "Once I make a choice that is not in line with my own character, it will inevitably arouse the vigilance of some people. They know me well, and I know them well, and they want to deal with my imperial nobles."
Not a few, my sudden appearance has touched the empire's few cakes."
"Many people have been coveting my fiefdom and title for a long time."
Hotch suddenly understood, nodded, and said: "Father, I didn't think carefully. We shouldn't really meet Mrs. Nia's family. When we meet, we are just to alert the enemy. We must let the opponent take the initiative so that we can catch him."
Grab his tail and pull him out in one go."
"This is a game between the hunter and the prey. Who is the hunter and who is the prey? Before the final result, everything is possible." Marquis Bach stood up, looked at the third point on the blackboard, and said: "
The third step, leave it to me to investigate the real culprit."
"The forces in the empire are more complicated, and various forces are involved. Even within the aristocracy of the empire, they are not all in one piece. The influence of the three major churches, the influence of the royal family, the influence of the great nobles, and the great rich have made the entire empire,
Just like boiling water in an iron pot, it may splash out at any time, causing a huge disaster.”
Hodge nodded, not having any objections to his father, Marquis Bach's arrangements.
"However, for this matter, I am only responsible for communicating with the Extraordinaries of the church and the military. The specific plans, how to act, and how to draw out the enemies in your mouth are all your responsibility. You will be the commander-in-chief.
"Marquis Bach patted Hodge on the shoulder and said softly.
"Ah?" Hotch looked at his father in surprise. He didn't expect that his father would entrust him with such an important matter.
You know he is just a Sequence 9 who has just been promoted?
"You are my only heir, and you are also an Extraordinary who is about to enter the Empire's circle of Extraordinaries. You are about to become an adult and are no longer a child. I believe you can handle this matter well. I will take action when necessary.
, don’t have any scruples, just give it a go!”
Marquis Bach looked at Hodge seriously, with a gentle smile on his face, and said softly: "Your own strength is important, but it is not everything. In many cases, brains are more important than strength. You can kill O'Neal because of your strength."
Wisdom. Under the Saint, the power of numbers, layout, and wisdom can also control the trend of a war."
"Hodge, use your own power to take revenge on the lazy high priest of the Eternal Demon Cult for everything that happened in the dream!"
Listening to his father's encouraging words, Hodge felt that he was full of strength and nodded solemnly: "Okay, father, I will, and I will definitely make them pay the price."
…
At night, Hodge lay on his bed, looking at the luxurious hollow-patterned ceiling above his head, and murmured: "After trying, I became a Sequence 9 pharmacist. After my mental power is improved, I can use the blood cup as many times a day as possible.
From the initial second fainting, it has reached four faintings, which means that I can only use the blood cup's ability three times in a day."
"Well... not all the wild wolves in the fief have werewolf blood. After four attempts this afternoon, I only got two cups of thin werewolf blood."
Hotch thought as he looked at the words that came to his mind.
[Thin Werewolf Blood*2]
[High purity wild wolf blood*2]
This afternoon, after lunch, Hodge asked his father to capture a few wild wolves and try them out.
In the end, four cups of purified blood were obtained, two cups had werewolf blood, and the other two cups could be ignored because the blood was too thin.
After meditating, Hodge recovered most of his mental strength, but he still felt tired, tired and sleepy, as if he had just stayed up all night.
At this time, Huo Qi understood that the energy extracted from the blood cup may not only be spiritual power, but also involve some origin in the mystical sense.
Hodge doesn't know which one it is, but what is certain is that, at present, it does not involve the category of life.
Because Hodge didn't feel physically weak, but more mentally.
For now, Hodge doesn't plan to delve into it further.
Now he just wants to have a good sleep...
"What's the matter... Let's talk about it tomorrow..."
Hotch closed his eyes silently and his voice became lower and lower.
Soon, he fell into sleep.
The hazy moonlight shines through the second layer of gauze curtains onto Hodge's bed, which is as crimson as blood.
Another night of blood moon.
"Plop!"
A strange heartbeat sounded.
Hotch felt a palpitation in his heart. He instinctively wanted to open his eyes, but found that he couldn't control his body. Even the easy action of opening his eyes was difficult to do?
Huo Qi instinctively felt that he was in a strange state, a kind of lucid dream in his previous life, the feeling of a ghost pressing on the bed. It was the kind of feeling that his consciousness was clearly awake, but he could not move or get up, as if he was trapped by some invisible force.
Things are restricted.
"What happened?"
Hotch struggled hard to get out of his current state, but felt helpless.
The next moment, a strange black mist gradually spread out, enveloping his entire body and escaping into an extremely dark space.
"here we go again……"
Hoch looked at the strange overlapping, dark and gloomy environment around him, and at the ancient mottled doors floating in mid-air not far away, and let out a long sigh.
"Why……"
Hodge looked at the special patterns on the mottled door, the bone wine cup pouring red blood, the weird and decaying giant axe, the shriveled and skinny mummy palm, the guqin made of humanoid ribs...
There are still thirteen mottled gates, but only five gates are still clear, and the rest are still hazy and blurry.
"What is this kind of magic about space?"
"Or am I something special?"
Hotch murmured a few words and tried to take out the blood cup and silver key to see if he could succeed in this space.
Soon, Hodge thought, and the silver key and blood cup appeared in his left and right hands respectively.
"Sure enough, everything special comes from this space, and things related to this space can appear here."
Hodge tried other things, such as pocket watches, daggers, long swords, etc., but without exception, they all failed.
With a thought, Hodge made the silver key and blood cup disappear from his hands.
"The last time I came here, I opened the door corresponding to the blood cup, and finally obtained this magical item and the magical ability to purify blood, but I vaguely felt that the ability of the blood cup is not that simple."
"With these several purifications, the color on the blood cup has also begun to change."
"Maybe after accumulating a certain number of times, the blood cup will undergo transformation and develop new abilities."
"I also have a feeling that the blood cup is currently very restrained. It has been purified again and again and only absorbed some power to restore itself. This is to protect me and prevent me from dying suddenly on the spot because of using the blood cup."
"I think we can try this. Next time, let others use the blood cup to see what side effects it will have?"
This wonderful feeling was the feedback the blood cup gave Hodge the last time O'Neal raised the blood cup to drink the blood wine.
At that time, the situation was urgent, and Hodge didn't pay too much attention.
But later I recalled that the emotion given by the blood cup was...