Vonn sighed, he had never been able to do anything against Sere.
"The bad news first."
"The bad news is that this is an unfamiliar bloodline. At least among the Night Clan lords I know, there is no such branch. In other words, the regent may have been born after the Dawn War."
The bloodline of the Night Clan can be traced. Different Night Clan lords represent different branches, and they will eventually belong to the Night King.
After the Dawn War, the Night Clan all returned to the Land of Eternal Night, cut off from the world of the living. They could not continue to spawn new Night Clan, and were tortured endlessly by thirst and blood in the eternal cage.
Fuen became serious, "A bloodline that even you don't know about?"
"It looks like this," Sere nodded. "Maybe he is my father's new son, but this is unlikely. Everyone knows what my father is like now."
Regarding the ending of the Night King, there is no mention in "The Oath of Dawn". Even Vonn now does not know the specific situation, but what is certain is that Sere must have given everyone a satisfactory answer, otherwise he would not be able to
Living so leisurely till now.
Vonn asked, "Do you have any ideas?"
Serei glanced at Vonn and laughed uncontrollably, "We haven't seen you for a few days. Vonn, you have become stupid. Have you not consumed alcohol for too long?"
The two hadn't seen each other for many years, but in Sere's eyes, it had only been a few days. Vonn was too lazy to care about it and looked at Sere without saying a word.
Sere did not let Vonn wait too long, "Devil, the devil who created all these disasters."
"If the devil is regarded as the boss of a company, then we, the Night Clan, are his best employees. We can harvest a lot of souls every year by relying on the spread of blood.
Now that this dedicated salesperson has resigned, what would you do if you were the boss?"
"Hire a new salesperson."
"That's right! When we first formulated the "Dawn Oath", we prepared for all possibilities, but we can't only restrain the devil, can we?"
Sere said, "That mysterious regent may be another one supported by the devil...the Night King."
Vonn became nervous, "Another starting bloodline?"
"No, no, no, don't be so excited, Vonn," Sere explained, "Even the greediest devil must abide by the conservation of value."
"There are very few people in this world who are worth more than my father. That's why he has this immortal bloodline and continues to propagate it."
Sere sniffed hard again, then stood up.
"Do you have a blood sample?"
Vonn said, "Our prisoners are still in the dungeon..."
Sere urged, "It doesn't have to be so complicated, just take some blood samples."
Hearing this, Fern raised his hand, and gusts of breeze gathered on the coast, pulling out little bits of blood from the scarlet bloodstains, and flowing into the room with the wind.
Sere stretched out his fingers and gently touched the flowing water ball, tasting the blood in it. After carefully feeling it, Sere traced the origin of the blood and finally noticed a familiar aura.
"Hell, that regent might actually be my father's illegitimate son!"
After careful inspection, Sere felt the presence of the Night King at the end of his bloodline. Although the regent's bloodline was unfamiliar, he and Sere were indeed from the same origin.
Sere came up with another idea, "Maybe the devil preserved part of my father's blood and gave it to others many years later."
"If the devil ordered it, it wouldn't be difficult."
Sere had a headache. In order to completely cut off the possibility of the rise of the Night Clan, they sealed the Night Queen and destroyed all the Night King's blood to prevent the birth of a new pure-blood class. But now it seems that the Night King's blood is still
Fled out.
"Is it the devil again? Damn it."
Vonn cursed in a low voice, if there is anyone more hateful than the Night Clan, then he is the source of all this chaos.
Devils.
"The devils only care about value, only souls. This regent may be the mercenary hired by the devil to rescue his most loyal salesman."
Sere still had that relaxed posture, as if all this had nothing to do with him. Indeed, Sere had retired and moved into the Undead Club, bidding farewell to the troubles of the world.
"In short, no matter what happened, the fact is that a pure-blooded Night Clan who is not bound by the oath has appeared, and now no one knows how he has expanded."
Vonn covered his eyes with one hand, feeling extremely tired. He felt that he was talking nonsense to Sere and made a bunch of useless conjectures.
Vonn noticed another question, "Where's the good news?"
"The good news is...this matter has nothing to do with me."
Sere paused in his words and spread his hands.
The good news he was referring to was good news for himself. As for Vonn, it was not within the scope of his consideration.
Vonn had been looking at Serei for a long time, and the two had known each other for many years. From some of Serei's micro-expressions and movements, Voen could detect his intentions beyond words.
"What are you hiding?"
"Don't worry, it's nothing to do with the situation. You know, my name is also signed on the "Dawn Oath"."
Sere was right. His actions so far have not been bound by the oath, and all his actions are within the scope allowed by the oath.
Vonn frowned, secretly clenched his fists, and then slowly relaxed. He comforted himself that dealing with a guy like Sere requires enough patience.
"You're always telling lies, Sere."
"If I weren't so good at lying, I wouldn't be able to marry so many wives."
Serei raised his eyebrows and took Vonn's words as praise, "Each of them feels that they are the only ones for me."
Sere was very happy to tell his love stories. For this reason, Vonn often listened to Sere's love stories when he was young. When he thought of those twisted pasts, full of hatred and abnormal emotions, Vonn felt disgusted.
Vonn almost lost his breath. He stared at Serei, and finally sighed, "This is very boring. As soon as you talk about the depths of your heart, you start to change the topic."
"I thought we were friends."
Vonn played the emotional card.
"Deep in my heart? Let's forget it. Only gentle ladies are welcome there. Men, please go around." Sere waved his hand to express his refusal.
Serei always looks so laid-back and frivolous, like a child who will never grow up, but Vonn is no longer the Vonn who could have a hangover with him. Now he is the executive officer of the Clerks family.
Bears many responsibilities.
"How about we talk about things other than work?" Sere said, "Don't you feel tired if you work all the time?"
Things other than work.
Vonn thought about it carefully, and he sadly realized that besides work, he really had nothing to talk to Sere.
Since returning to the Clerks' house, Vonn has taken on the responsibility and is no longer the arrogant person he was when he was young... He can't even remember the last time he had a hangover.
You must know that when living in Opos, except for working days, Vonn and Sere almost always stayed in the Undead Club, letting alcohol swallow up their nerves and humming that strange tune.
Vonn said, "Bologo, he is also a member of your undead club, right? The kind who has not retired."
"That's right, the best member in recent years... Why did you mention him? Are you interested in him?"
"Kind of."
Before the battle began, Vonn knew that Borrog was immortal, but after the battle, Borrog's immortality still shocked him.
It only takes a period of rest and enough ether for Bologo to be resurrected as if he were going back in time.
Bologo's immortal body has no obvious weaknesses. In terms of immortality, even a Night Tribe lord like Sere can't compare to it, which has to make Vonn pay attention.
Sere asked in return, "What do you think of Boluogo?"
Vonn carefully recalled how Bologo made him feel, as well as the various performances during the Night Clan's attack...
"Competent field staff."
In Vonn's view, this is already a very high praise.
Sere whistled and clapped, agreeing with Vorn's words, "You see, I am as accurate as I am."
Vonn didn't like Sere's compliments like this. It sounded like Sere was praising himself in a different way.
