Chapter 69 Are you looking forward to tomorrow’s performance?
Floze Castle is the oldest building in the Xugen Swamp. The werewolves of Neo Essu built it when they fled into the swamp to avoid the pursuit of the United Order. At that time, they did not lose the vigor in their blood.
He also firmly believed that he would regain the glory of his surname, so the scale of this castle can be called magnificent and spectacular. However, times have changed, and after a century has passed, there is only a lifeless despair lingering in this castle.
There is mourning and crying lingering in the cracks of the cold stone.
All hatred will pass over time and quietly slip away from the heart of the person concerned, leaving only mottled traces on the stone walls clinging to moss and ivy.
Neville Via Garcia Valenhilde was sitting on the open-air balcony, looking up at the deep night. The fog was turbid and heavy, the stars were lonely and sparse, and the moonlight was completely missing. The swamp under her feet was like a thousand
It has been silent for years and has never been moved by the struggle and blood that occurred in its body.
All the decaying smells of the old era in the room made her sick. The gray bed curtains, the moldy and faded picture frames, and the silent bust of the knight. The empty eyes seemed a bit sinister, looking towards the only place that had been there for hundreds of years.
The guests cast angry and jealous glances. There were also whining sounds coming from the corners where there was no wind. It was the lingering ghosts of the past and the cries of mourning.
Instead of sitting on the soft and comfortable mink sofa, huddled in front of the crackling flames of the fireplace, and spending the silent and long cold night elegantly and reservedly like a noble, Neville chose to come to the balcony to enjoy the cold breeze.
, just to avoid those unpleasant things.
Only conservatives who are still indulging in the glory of the old era can accept them, but Neville is obviously not among them. She has long known that there will no longer be an era in the world that can accommodate her, so she has long abandoned luck and no longer participates.
Those endless battles and killings just want to live with a simple wish.
Unfortunately, there are too few sensible people like her.
Someone knocked on the rotten door, and the heavy knocking echoed in the dead corridor, where darkness would spread like a cobweb, swallowing up the light of candles and kerosene lamps. Neville did not look back, let alone
In response, she didn't want that person to walk in, or to be precise, she didn't want to see that person's face. After all, what he brought was not a memory, but an ironic and ugly fact.
But the other party didn't seem to be aware of it. Even if he didn't get a reply, he pushed in the door and his gestures and movements were natural. After all, he is the real owner of this castle, from blood to surname, from identity to status.
Neville still didn't look back and said coldly: "I don't remember Neo's descendants being so rude and presumptuous. Have you fed all the aristocratic etiquette you learned to the little wolf cub below, Gundaruff?
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Everyone who heard her voice said that they heard the moonlight. Of course, the moonlight does not make a sound, but when it spreads through the endless woodlands, dark canyons, clear pools and even cold fog, it becomes natural.
Everyone has their own voice. And this is the impression that Neville's voice brings to everyone.
However, those who heard her voice all died in the end, either from old age or in battle. Even the invincible and majestic sage could not escape the double shackles of time and conspiracy. The only one left in the world
Among the swamp aliens, perhaps only the two leaders of Silver Moon still remember her voice. Among them, Gundaruf was the most impressed by her. After all, the two had a close friendship - or hatred. "When I return to Elfland, I will remember your advice, Your Excellency the Countess." Gundaruf grinned, without a trace of smile in his eyes: "But at this moment, the wolves are still hunting."<
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The first rule of wolf hunting is: kill it with your claws and eat it with your teeth.
Only by releasing one's nature can one be a real beast.
Neville disagreed with this, and a sarcastic sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Do you think you can go back?"
"We are on the way." Gundaruf said: "The descendants of the divine wolf should not be imprisoned in such a narrow swamp. Only the vast Tagu'ao wilderness is their hunting ground where they can roam freely. Our ancestors once
He turned this desolate place into his kingdom, and now I will do the same."
"Just one tooth can easily break. Only five teeth united can be the real Motosh."
He looked at Neville and issued an invitation: "Bloodfang Valenhild was once one of the noble Five Fang clans and should not be excluded from the glory derived from history. Your Excellency, Silver-Eyed Countess, you really don't want to
Would you like to reconsider and join our alliance?"
"No need." Neville's answer was decisive and straightforward: "I have no interest in joining an alliance that is bound to fail, not to mention that what I am pursuing is just an empty reputation but an ambition. You are not as good as Neo, Gang.
Daruf, you regard your ancestor as an object of imitation, but you never know where his true strength lies. You feel that you have forgiven the enemy who killed your brother, and you invite her to join in the great cause regardless of past grudges. This is how you learn from
Have you reached Neo's magnanimity and tolerance? Do you think that by confusing the aliens in the swamp with your illusory immortality and bringing them together, you have learned Neo's strategy and charisma? But the wolf cub can never imitate it.
The magnanimity of the Wolf King, your performance is too clumsy, Gundaruff."
Her blunt words caused a gloomy cold light to burst out from Gundaluff's eyes, and the awe-inspiring murderous intent burned in it like a flame. No one doubted that this wild and furious werewolf might attack the outdoor balcony at any time.
He launched an attack from behind, but he did not do so. Instead, he restrained his emotions and gradually calmed down.
"The only difference between me and His Majesty Neoesu is that I am stronger than him, so I will also realize his unfinished business." Gundaruff said: "I need your attitude, Your Majesty the Countess, but only
It's just your attitude. Apart from that, you have nothing. The other Valenhilds have agreed to join our alliance. Their desire for eternal life has obviously exceeded their respect for you, the elder. However, this world is originally
That's it: it's driven by desire and power, not what you call magnanimity, tolerance, strategy or charisma."
The wolves hunting in the wilderness don't need these, and the aliens who rule mankind in Metosh don't need them either.
"Oh."
Neville replied indifferently: "That's their choice, it has nothing to do with me - except for Valenhilde's surname, I have nothing to do with them, and I don't need to be responsible for their choices." p>
"I hope you will still say that after tomorrow."
"That's what I've always said."
"..." Gundaruff didn't say anything else, he just looked at her with sinister eyes.
Neville seemed not to notice the angry and violent beast boy behind her, and said to herself: "In addition, the hospitality etiquette of your Neo Essu family is not as thoughtful as the tribal etiquette when Neo was still alive.
This is also a step backwards. Remember, when you go back, ask your little wolves to bring me a bag of black tea. I want the purest Sushanbao black tea. Since I stopped sucking blood, I only have these few hobbies left.
Yes, I believe you will give me face and fulfill the guest’s little wish, right?”
Gundaruff heard this and sneered: "What's the difference between vampires who don't drink blood and bats in caves? I thought you were just tired of fighting, but I didn't expect that you had even forgotten your own race. No wonder Valencire
The people of Germany respect you verbally, but they never regard your words as authority, Your Majesty the Countess."
"I said, that's their business and has nothing to do with me." Neville also sneered: "What's more, a werewolf who can't learn tolerance and restraint, and only knows how to follow animal nature and desires, what kind of werewolf is that?
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"..."
Gundaruff fell into silence, staring at Neville's back, as if he wanted to see something from her thin but firm shadow, but in the end he failed. This silver-eyed countess was as deep as a lake, and
As groggy as the night, my mind is floating and sinking in the sea of fate, which is unpredictable.
Finally, he left the room without saying a word: "I will ask someone to bring you the black tea you asked for. In addition, I am looking forward to you showing them the power of immortality tomorrow - this will be the beginning of Mo Tuoxu's new life."
You should be proud of it."
His back disappeared behind the gradually narrowing crack in the door, accompanied by the dull sound of the rotten wooden door being re-closed. Neville never looked back until she could no longer hear Gundaruff's footsteps, and she whispered in a low voice.
, said to himself: "I'm looking forward to it too."