Luobik sat down on a quaint reception chair with restraint, his expression was restrained, and he did not have the dignity and dignity of a first-level security director at all.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the tricolor fleur-de-lis sign on the side of the study room, as well as a portrait of a kind old man.
Luobik knew very well that even a lord and count who held a city and a territory and had real power could not easily sit here and talk to the powerful but elegant young nobleman opposite him.
Not to mention the little director of the security department?
"Thank you for taking the time to see me despite your busy schedule." Luobik lowered his head respectfully and said softly.
"Please don't say that! With your qualifications and status, you are more than enough to be my teacher - this is what my late father said." The young man with iron-colored curly hair, round face and thick lips smiled in a friendly manner, as if he was joking.
Authentic: "Although he and I are at odds with each other when it comes to our taste in wine, when it comes to respecting you, Lord Dilla, we can be said to be of the same mind as father and son."
A wave of warmth surged into his heart, and Luobik nodded quickly: "The old Duke is a highly respected, generous and kind-hearted man, and you are no less good in this regard."
The young man paused after hearing this and looked at the portrait in the study.
The old Duke's smile was as kind and kind as ever.
It took a few seconds for the young man to recover from his thoughts.
"I'm very sorry. It's been two years, but I still - I hope I didn't embarrass him." The young man shook his head with a wry smile, stood up, and with a slightly sad smile, he looked faintly into the distance.
, sighing leisurely: "Sometimes I think, if my father is still here -"
"I'd rather hear him scold me a few more times."
Luobik was a little embarrassed. On the one hand, he also missed the kind old Duke. On the other hand, he felt that such a true expression of the young Duke's feelings was a very personal matter, and he should not interrupt indiscriminately.
Fortunately, the young Duke turned around in time, put away his nostalgia, and solved the old Duke's embarrassment with a joke:
"——As long as he doesn't mention the wine."
Hearing this, Luobik and the young man both laughed in unison.
As we all know, the old Duke likes to drink Exeter's rye spirits, while the young Duke prefers to drink the fine grape wine of the Principality of Serra. For this reason, the two of them got red in front of the three-color fleur-de-lis family emblem more than once, and even
The quarrel reached the point where they almost drew swords for a duel. Only the old duchess and the lovely Miss Hilley could make the two of them stop at the dinner table with their murderous eyes and coquettish eyes.
In just a few words from the young man, the restraint and awkwardness in the room just now disappeared.
Amidst the laughter, the young man put down the expensive agarwood pipe in his hand, walked to the wine table on the side, and picked up a bottle of wine without a label.
"I'm really sorry, I'm not a smoker, but I just went to the racecourse to discuss things with some old-timers." The young man explained with a wry smile, "So I hope that holding a pipe can make me look more mature - they would rather pay attention to something."
A horse that has stumbled is not willing to listen to a young boy selling his plan to suppress bandits."
The sharp-eyed Robik noticed that among the various grape wines on the wine table, there was a bottle of rye alcoholic liquor placed unexpectedly. Although it had never been opened, it was carefully preserved and spotless.
Thinking of the deceased old Duke, Luobik couldn't help but feel a little moved.
This was the first time he met the new Duke in private in the two years after the death of old Duke Kevin Dill. However, in just a few minutes, the approachable and well-behaved young Duke had already made an impression on the Director of Security.
profound.
It is worthy of being one of the six wealthy families that has been passed down for thousands of years. It is worthy of being the tricolor iris that "rather_die_for_friends_than_foes" (rather_die_for_friends_than_foes). It is worthy of being the son of the old Duke. It seems that the Kevin Deere family has a successor.
The director of the security department bowed slightly, and then replied affirmatively: "Only those who lack talent will rely on their qualifications. I believe that your character and talent, Your Excellency, are more than enough to make up for this."
"Thank you very much," the little Duke smiled wryly, picked up two glasses of red wine, and handed one to Luobik. "These words came from the mouth of the youngest director of the security department, which really made me feel relieved - knowing that Duke Cullen
How did you encourage me?"
Robik happily accepted the red wine - his restraint had disappeared at some point - and looked on with laughter as the young Duke imitated the tone and posture of the pot-bellied Duke of the East Coast.
"Don't worry, little Zhan! You know, your father and I both grew up being spanked by the late king -" the little duke twisted his expression, imitating Duke Cullen, blushed and said in a rough voice: "-
—So, if anyone questions our qualifications, we will show them our butts!”
Luobik and the little Duke laughed heartily again, then happily clinked their glasses and drank it down in one gulp.
The low profile of those in high positions can always maximize the favor of those in lower positions.
After cordial and friendly greetings, the conversation finally got down to business.
The little Duke finally frowned.
"Need a lot of corpses? Old friends? Banquet?" Young Duke Kevin Dill asked doubtfully: "That person really said that?"
Luobik nodded solemnly: "He said he was following your order, but as far as I know -"
"No matter how crazy I am, I will never give such an order!" Duke Kevin Deere put down his wine glass with a serious face and waved decisively.
Seeing the little duke's actions, Luobik finally felt relieved.
"I am just a novice who is not familiar with government affairs, and I have not paid attention to the contact with the Blood Bottle Gang for a long time - but you are an experienced police officer who is familiar with the world. What do you think of this?" The little Duke raised his head,
asked seriously.
The little duke's humility and respectfulness impressed Lobik very much, so he offered his advice wholeheartedly:
"As far as I know, there are very few situations where corpses need to be consumed. The mysterious magicians have disappeared for a long time, the sacrifices of evil gods or demons have not appeared for a long time, and the Blood Bottle Gang cannot always be for the development of medicine and therapy.
——So the only ones left are those races that live on corpses or blood." Luobik analyzed carefully.
Jan Kevin Deere nodded slowly and closed his eyes, as if thinking about something. After more than ten seconds, he suddenly opened his eyes, turned to stare at Luobic, and said in disbelief:
"Seed of Immortality?"
Luobik nodded affirmatively.
The little Duke let out a long sigh.
The director of the security department stopped talking. He knew that he only had to wait for this young, promising and powerful nobleman to make his final decision.
"By means of bribery and win-over, in an orderly and gradual manner, the underground gangs will be incorporated into the kingdom's system and laws -" The young Duke looked unkind, and started to pace slowly in the room with his hands behind his back, which made Lobi
Ke couldn't help but think of the old Duke, "——This is the governance policy that my great-grandfather was ordered to implement since the reign of Kessel IV. For decades, the Blood Bottle Gang has been a very effective example."
"But now it seems that once they fall into gang strife, they will inevitably reveal their lawless nature." The little Duke frowned and chose his words carefully: "Although there are reasons why emerging gangs squeeze their living space, but
Blind indulgence is certainly not a long-term solution.”
"Using Hongfang Street to set up an ambush, endangering the lives and property of the Kingdom's residents for no reason, and even alarming the Royal Council, making His Majesty angry and questioning, is already extremely excessive, and even the evil deed is obvious——"
The little duke's face was solemn and majestic, and his words were firm and sharp. Every word hit Luobic's heart just right, making him admire him:
"——After the internal struggle failed, instead of restraining his temper and licking his wounds, he actually wanted to jump over the wall, use external and foreign power to stand up, and even used my name to threaten the Kingdom's Security Office and demand the bodies of citizens."
"Absolutely ridiculous!"
Luobik lowered his head, waiting for the final verdict on the tricolor iris.
"Ashford!" the little Duke shouted loudly, and in response was a gray-haired old butler in formal attire.
Luobik recognized that this was Ashford, the old Duke's most trusted butler during his lifetime, and quickly nodded in greeting.
The old butler returned the greeting meticulously, and then listened to the young master's order:
"Who is in contact with the Blood Bottle Gang recently? Forget it, no matter who it is, you can ask him to come to my study to explain later!"
"Send a team of people, holding three-color fleur-de-lis flags, to ask the people in the Blood Bottle Gang who can speak - the beloved general who threatened my father, the kingdom's security officer. They must give me an explanation for this account!"
"In addition, send a team with an extreme terminator knight to dig out their new guests, those wild wolves or vampires who desecrate corpses and blood! If any violations of the "Convention between Human Nations and Immortal Species" are found
》Behavior, no need to ask, just bring their heads to me - forget it, they are too dirty - feed them to the dogs!"
"Prepare the carriage and clothes. My schedule is ahead of schedule. I will go to the Fuxing Palace next week. Alas, after all, it is a matter between gangsters and common people. I don't know if Your Majesty is willing to listen to me -"
"Inform the secret department of the kingdom, Lord Morat should pay attention to the feast leader and Yemang Mountain! The Immortal Seed enjoys the corpse in the capital? Humph! When was the last time they gathered in the capital? The Year of Blood? What if?
I know that those vampires and wolves are ready to interfere in internal affairs and subvert the stars——"
When Luobik heard this, he knew that he could not listen any more. He bowed quickly and exited the study under the Duke's friendly and encouraging eyes.
Behind him, the young duke was still giving orders to his butler dissatisfied.
The Director of Security stepped out of the gate of the Kevin Deere family manor and breathed out a sigh of relief. Tonight, he had found out the Duke's intentions and would not suffer any consequences due to the disagreement with the Blood Bottle Gang.
The most important thing is that he met Duke Jenn Kelvindir in person, and sincerely felt that——
There is still hope for this decadent old kingdom.
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After confirming that Lobik had left the manor, the butler Ashford silently closed the study door.
Duke Zhan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat down on the chair.
"I really admire him. A man in his forties still has so much passion -" Zhan rubbed the bridge of his nose and relieved himself elegantly, with a tired look on his face: "It seems like he can really change
Something like that. What a pity. Taking care of the self-esteem of subordinates is a compulsory course for superiors."
"The boss is very optimistic about his talent - besides, maybe he is more worried that the discord with the Blood Bottle Gang will affect your perception, my lord." Ashford calmly fell for his master.
After a glass of wine, I walked back to the wine counter and began to wipe many wine bottles, especially the bottle of rye alcohol.
"Speaking of the Blood Bottle Gang." Zhan En picked up the wine glass and took a sip, feeling the sweetness.
But he immediately shook his head and said with a helpless expression: "It's really dumbfounding to publicly go to the police department to get the body. The magic masters are all magic apprentices. I thought they would have corresponding wisdom."
"Their leader, the Qi Magician, disappeared in the battle last night." Ashford silently reminded his master, "Moreover, the Blood Bottle Gang's disastrous defeat has left them stretched in terms of manpower.
We couldn't even get enough blood and food to entertain the Corleone family - so we came up with this plan." Ashford didn't even look at Zhan, but concentrated on wiping the bottle of strong liquor that the old Duke had never been willing to drink before his death.
"The price of losing such a must-win battle is indeed very high." Zhan pondered, gently shaking the goblet in his hand.
"But you always have to make up for your own mistakes."
"The Exter Mission will enter the country next month. I'm afraid the manpower scheduled to be transferred from the Blood Bottle Gang will not be available." Zhan looked down at the wine in the glass and inhaled the aroma of the wine with a worried expression.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, slowly unbuttoned his collar, and took another sip of wine.
With the wine in his throat, Zhan En looked up and saw his father's portrait.
That kind smile made Zhan En feel even more burdened.
"At least the Corleone family responded to your invitation as quickly as possible, and letters to others have been sent out secretly. Based on their relationship with Iris, I believe there will be a reply soon." Ashford said lightly.
"Hmph, the Corleone family, the head of the 'Lower Seven' in the Kingdom of Night, only has three people and some blood slaves here." Zhan frowned and poured the wine at the bottom of the glass, closed his eyes, and spoke softly.
Rubbing his temples: "This is not like their usual style."
Ashford lowered his head to indicate that he was listening.
"A wealthy family with a long history of blood-rich Dukes, when it comes to blood, is like a beggar in the lower city. Absorbing the blood of corpses is enough, but they can't wait to reach out for the blood of living people, and they also want mortal blood.
And super masters." Zhan slowly opened his eyes.
Zhan's eyes became darker and darker. He took Ashford's refill of wine and said quietly:
"What a shame."
"After all, you are the one who 'invited' them here, and you are the master who provided 'board and lodging.'" Ashford silently emphasized the sentence to remind his master.
"They concealed the truth - the truth about the current situation of the Corleone family." Zhan said expressionlessly. He closed his eyes and exhaled to calm down. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were already cold and stern:
"And any surprise could ruin our plans."
Just listen to him say solemnly:
"Let Seychelles and Cassian take four teams of knights to the Manor of Manor."
"First, talk to Nekra and give the Blood Bottle Gang a beating. As long as they don't cause trouble, Iris will guarantee their survival."
"Since you are the loser, why are you still jumping up and down?"
"Then there are those three vampires from the Eastern Continent."
Jenn Kelvindill's tone was decisive and unquestionable, and the expression on his round face was obviously calm, but also terrifying for no reason.
"Find out the secrets they're hiding."
"If they don't cooperate—"
"Draft a formal letter to the Temple of the Sun. The Kevin Deere family has always been loyal to Lord Sun. Enclosed are the heads of three vampires and their regards."
"Sending an intelligence line to the Eastern Continent - I want to know all the recent major events in the Kingdom of Night."
"These three vampires can no longer be used. Let's find someone else to do that."
Duke Jenn gently put down the cup in his hand.
Compared with this, King Kessel will be forty-eight next year. All previous kings chose their heirs at this age point (the time when the star of Lore reincarnates four times in the starry sky). This is a critical moment for the replacement of the throne.
, the tug-of-war and competition with the other five giants is the key.
If the bright star is destined to die.
Then let Leinster Kelvindir, who has always fought by the side of Tormund I, let his equally outstanding descendants and his three-color iris flag take over the oath of the Revival King.
That way, I can have enough power to...
Thinking of this, Zhan felt that his shoulders became heavier and stronger.
But when he thought of the fat Duke Cullen, Zhan's pupils moved slightly, and he chuckled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.
Ashford put down the bottle of wine in his hand, made a perfect bow without showing any expression, and left as ordered.
"By the way, even though it's a small matter, let Seychelles ask Nekra."
Zhan raised his head and saw Duke Kevin Deere under the three-color irises. He added with deep eyes:
"How's the trial going at Mindis Hall?"
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Although cm had reminded me before that there were comments from book friends on Qidian, but I only found out after actually reading it (to The Glory of Iris Pattern: Yes, I was paying attention to the book review section on Qidian!). It turns out that there is such a thing on Qidian.
Many book friends are reading, collecting and leaving messages, and there are actually rewards (thank you, Anuoyou and God of God a?o, for the rewards)!
Oh my god, I’m so touched. A slow-burning Western fantasy that I had no hope of signing could actually attract a lot of readers~ (I posted the book on Creation, but what’s so embarrassing is that I
After checking, I found that the collection at the starting point is twice as much as my collection at Creation. Thales was probably born in the wrong child!)
Thanks to so many book friends! Wu Jian suddenly felt full of motivation! Unfortunately, Wu Jian’s author ID cannot be shared at the starting point, and it seems that there is no way to reply or refine ~ It’s nerve-wracking ~
It seems there is still hope to open a QQ group or something~