Facing the cold and angry eyes of the four patriarchs, the principal took out the cigarette in his arms and slowly lit it.
"So, what's the purpose of inviting me here today? To go over old scores?"
The four patriarchs looked at each other, and after a while of silence, the patriarch of the Giovanni clan shook his head slightly, and then picked up the wine glass in his hand.
"Things of the past can be let go, at least for me. What's more, as you said, war is a matter of many parties. Since we chose to stand on the side of the demon party back then, there is no need to wait for the defeat after the defeat.
, looking for some reason for criticizing the winner, that is too stupid."
After drinking the whiskey in the glass, Patriarch Giovanni couldn't help but grin. The cold and spicy wine in his throat made the old man frown and smile, "It's still the same. I like drinking ice-cold spirits so much. I remember when I was in Pisa."
You were like this when you were in college, right?"
"Much better. The drinks I drank back then were much stronger than this." The principal smiled slightly.
Patriarch Giovanni held the wine glass in his hand, looking at the "Swan Princess" on the wall with deep and nostalgic eyes. A smile appeared on the corner of his wrinkled mouth, "Yes, I remember you at that time, and you were even better."
He is like a simple scholar who only knows how to pursue the truth and the mysteries of evolution. Only when discussing problems and drinking, will he show a cheerful and heroic look."
"People will always live in the same way and habits. After a long time, they will always feel bored. Especially for us beings with endless lives, monotonous life is sometimes a kind of torture.
?”
After drinking the strong wine in the glass, the principal poured another glass for Patriarch Giovanni with a smile and said, "It's such a pleasure to be able to sit and drink with you again."
Patriarch Giovanni smiled and clinked glasses with the principal, "Me too."
"Remember the days at the University of Pisa? After the evening classes for the students, we shady creatures would get together for a drink, and sometimes many hot and bold girls would come over.
, we had a good time drinking, and the girls would dance a ballet for us. It was such a nostalgic day.”
Patriarch Giovanni smiled and nodded, his pupils filled with memories of the past, "Yes, the girls liked you the most at that time. Who made you not only handsome, but also gentle and elegant? The most important thing was your ability to drink.
Excellent, how many girls wouldn't like someone like you?"
"Old man, the subjects you teach are not very good. Mathematics and physics are very few girls like to listen to." The principal smiled and poured a glass of whiskey for his old friend.
Patriarch Giovanni picked up the wine glass and nodded thoughtfully, "Yes, the literature and philosophy you taught were very popular with the girls at that time. I still remember the way you recited poetry to the students and discussed the mysteries of philosophy.
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Silently staring at the whiskey in his hand, Patriarch Giovanni sighed softly.
"Old man, sixty years ago, you took the initiative to find us and proposed cooperation. The Camarilla blood clan no longer hunted us. At the same time, you also asked us to send out the young people with the purest blood among our clans. Can you tell me, what do you think of us?
Did they do anything?"
The principal's hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and after a moment of silence, he shook his head slightly.
"It confirmed some of my conjectures, but unfortunately, it failed."
The Assamite patriarch gradually narrowed his blood-red eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on his pale face.
"Are you still exploring the path of evolution? Haha, do you believe this?"
The principal did not answer their questions, but smoked the cigarette in his hand lonelyly, like a wise man who was not understood by the world.
"Van Zhuo, after so many years, you are still so sanctimonious, do you understand? I knew you were a liar at the beginning of the Ten Years' War! You are just deceiving us with lies. You just want to eliminate all vampires except the Camarilla.
!Do you know how much I hated you at that time? I actually believed a liar’s words!”
The Asamat patriarch stared deeply at the man sitting next to him, this wise man whom he once admired.
"Because you were too deceptive before. You were really as wise and selfless as the prophet. But the ten years of war tore off your disguise and let us see your true face. You are just a human being."
Just careerists!"
Faced with the comments from the Asamat patriarch, the principal held a cigarette in his mouth and spoke in a deep voice.
"War is another way of evolution. I am not wrong, but it is not the way of evolution back then. It may be the present, or it may be the past. According to the speculations of the Hebrew prophets and my personal research, the vampire race
There should be many evolutionary paths, but they are all restricted by a certain point in time and an invisible barrier. This is why we have not been able to evolve to the highest level for thousands of years."
The principal looked lonely at the crystal clear wine glass in his hand.
"The Hebrew prophets and Duke Abraham made us no longer so ugly and dark, but they did not move to a higher level of evolution. I made the vampires no longer afraid of the sun and walked out of the darkness, but they lost their eternal life...
..... Generation after generation, people keep groping forward, but they are still firmly trapped in the same place... Just because the time is wrong, the barrier of restriction has never been broken. I regret to tell you,
Last time, I probably used the right method at the wrong time."
At this point, the principal murmured to himself, "Maybe... it's also the wrong way at the right time..."
Patriarch Giovanni looked deeply at his old friend, "Inheriting the theory of the Hebrew prophets, you will always be the most outstanding one among the vampires."
The principal sighed and smiled.
"Really? But I don't think this is a glorious thing. Our predecessors have already paved the way for us, and all future generations have to do is to walk on it and follow the road signs left by our predecessors until
Beyond their bones, step by step towards a farther future. But after so many years, later generations have never surpassed the Hebrew prophets, and even I have not been able to catch up in his footsteps..."
The principal smiled bitterly, "If the prophet knew about it, I'm afraid he would be very disappointed, right?"
Playing with the wine glass in his hand, the principal could not see any trace of debauchery, but only deepness.
"I have been following the path of the Hebrew prophets, and until the day I die, I will continue to study the evolutionary path of the vampires! Because for me, this is something worth spending my whole life on.
I have to devote my energy to researching and verifying things. So, no matter what I do, no matter what you think is right or wrong, as long as I think it is right, that’s fine.”
"The so-called wise man's pursuit?"
Chief Assamat sneered and mocked.
Patriarch Giovanni smiled slightly, "Old friend, you still haven't changed. In order to verify your theory and realize the evolution of the vampires, you are still the same as before, willing to give everything you have, even... willing
Give everything to the vampires."
"Standing on our own laurels? If everyone is like this, and if the Hebrew prophets and Duke Abraham are like this, then we should still be ugly dark creatures now. Am I right?"
The principal smiled and said, "Someone has to do it. I have understood this truth a long time ago. No matter how many people spurn me, I will never give up, because this world does not allow us to stop where we are. Old man, back then I
I told you, everything I do is not for the present, but for the future, for the young descendants of future generations."
Patriarch Giovanni nodded slightly, "I know that you want to be like a prophet. After all, when the bloodline fusion was first proposed, the prophet received far more rebuke than you do now...
.If it weren’t for a strong and courageous leader like Grand Duke Abraham, the prophet might have been wiped out by countless old monsters as soon as he proposed the bloodline fusion."
"But the current Hebrew prophet is recognized as a wise man by our blood family. Let's use time to speak."
After drinking the whiskey in the glass, the principal arranged his clothes in an orderly manner.
"Let's stop talking today. My children are still waiting for me. Oh, by the way, there is something I really want to tell you."
The principal patted Patriarch Giovanni on the shoulder.
"War is indeed wrong. I am now exploring a new path. By then, I may still need your help."
After saying that, the principal smiled slightly, then took out two bills from his suit pocket and left them on the bar.
"The next time we meet, if I'm still alive, I hope I can buy you another drink."
Leaving the money, the principal turned and left.
Seeing that the principal was about to leave, the four neutral clan chiefs exchanged glances and spoke.
"We invited you here today to discuss a deal."
The principal stopped leaving.
"What deal?"
"We can hand over the last sacred weapon in our hands to you, but in return, you must meet our requirements."
Turning around, the principal looked directly at the four real vampires in front of him, with a hint of incredulity and unexpectedness in his eyes. The principal smiled and nodded.
"No wonder you have been able to remain neutral for thousands of years without being destroyed. Today, you actually still have a sacred weapon in your hands? Well, tell me your request."
Patriarch Giovanni turned his back to the principal and smiled softly.
"It's very simple. Use a sacred instrument to exchange for peace. By the way, hand over the child."
The principal sat back at the bar of the bar, his expression unchanged.
"Which child?"
The leader of Asamat gave a cold smile, "Vanzhuo, don't pretend to be confused, whose child could it be? Of course it's the son of that little girl Lilith."
"Vanzhuo, we can hand over the holy artifact to you. Not only must you promise not to disturb us again, but you must also hand over Lilith's son to us. For you, this should be a very good deal.
?”
Patriarch Revono, an old man nearly two meters tall, said in a hoarse voice, "For you, his existence should only be to help your college with some sanitation work, right? Use a cleaning staff in exchange for the sacred artifact.
, Van Zhuo, you should feel lucky."
Shaking the whiskey in his hand, the principal said without raising his head.
"What if I say no?"
The four clan chiefs looked at each other, and the Assamite chief patted the principal on the shoulder.
"Fan Zhuo, we won't hurt him. We just hope to see him and understand some things. By the way, we also want to see if Lilith's son is really as unbearable as people say. To be honest, even with him,
When it comes to human marriage, I don’t believe that Abraham’s blood would be so bad.”
Patriarch Giovanni chuckled and nodded, his eyes full of kindness and kindness, "Lilith is a very good child, and we all have a good impression of her, so we don't believe that her son will be so unbearable.
Old friends, maybe we can help him grow up as quickly as possible."
Patriarch Xita, who had always been taciturn, was talking softly to himself at this moment.
"I hope you will not reject our request, because the Demon Party has also been contacting us recently. Of course, it should not be said to be the Demon Party, but the Lesembula clan. Haha, it is really unimaginable that the Demon Party has actually split.
?They used to be an extremely united party, otherwise they would not have been fighting a thousand years of war with the Secret Party if they had only two clans."
The principal said no more, lowered his eyes, and looked at the wine glass in his hand.
"I can agree to your first request and give you peace, but the second one... There is no room for negotiation. If you want, you can stand on the side of the devil party as much as you want. I don't care too much.
.”
"Even if we stand with the Lesembra clan? You don't agree?"
"That's right."
The four neutral clan chiefs, except for the chief Giovanni, all stood up subconsciously.
"Fan Zhuo, you can't negotiate with people with this kind of attitude."
At the same time, outside the window filled with the sound of wind and snow, there came the sound of bats flapping their wings lightly, cutting through the night sky.
Listening to the sound of wings spreading outside the house, the principal's expression did not change at all.
As soon as Patriarch Revono finished speaking, the bar's simple mahogany door was suddenly pushed open.
"Tap tap tap", accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps, more than twenty men in black filed in.
They had the iron-blooded temperament of soldiers. As soon as they rushed into the bar, they stood behind their principal like an iron wall.
The next moment, the members of the Russian branch, all wearing long black trench coats, seemed to be cast like fine iron. At the same time, they gently bent down to the teacher who had taught them.
"headmaster."
In the resentful eyes of the three neutral clan leaders, a figure as tall as a giant walked into the bar.
Behind the densely packed Russian branch members, the two-meter-tall giant pushed aside the members who were blocking him and quickly came to the principal.
Standing behind the principal, his voice was full of tremors.
"Teacher, we are late."
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Minister Ivanov of the Russian branch, a giant nearly two meters tall, rushed here without stopping after receiving the text message from his teacher.
Standing in front of his teacher, the calm and composed head of the Russian branch showed a look of self-blame in front of his subordinates for the first time.
"Head of the Russian branch, Ivanov Berglovtores Vladimir. Teacher, we are late."
The principal looked at his students with relief.
"It's not too late. Well, just find a place to sit, Ivanov. Don't be so nervous. They are all my friends."
From the moment the Russian branch appeared in front of them, the faces of the four clan leaders all turned gloomy.
"Vanzhuo, what do you mean?"
The principal sipped the whiskey in his glass.
"I just hope you can calm down and not be so impulsive."
The patriarch of the Giovanni clan narrowed his eyes slightly and his voice was as old as a dead tree.
"Old friend, you want to detain us?"
The principal holding the wine glass smiled bitterly.
"You, like me, are both old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, and they? Haha, we are all people who have passed through that era. In that era when princes and grand dukes dominated everything, they were still freshmen.
It’s just my son.”
Standing up, the principal took off his suit, revealing the pure black shirt underneath.
The principal, who put his suit on the chair at the bar and looked particularly chic in a black shirt, picked up the wine bottle and poured a glass of wine for each clan leader.
"If you want to leave, I can't stop you. If I want to leave, you can't stop me. Now I just hope that everyone can sit down and have a chat in peace."
"Old friend, you are still such a bastard." Patriarch Giovanni smiled softly.
The principal nodded in response.
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Facing the twenty members of the Russian branch in front of them, the four neutral clan chiefs simply glanced at them and withdrew their gaze.
There was even a bit of disdain in everyone's eyes.
Van Zhuo's description of the newborn baby is indeed good.
Because in the eyes of these old monsters and old vampires, these members of the Russian branch are just a group of immature children.
If we go back to that era, the newborns of other clans would not only be threatened, but even if they said a disrespectful word to them, they would be burned at the stake by their own King Qin.
Haha, times nowadays... have really changed.
"Okay, we can don't want the child, but in return, you have to compensate us."
After thinking for a while, the four neutral clan chiefs decided to make concessions.
"What compensation?" the principal asked in a deep voice.
"It's very simple, we want three sacred artifacts."
The principal was stunned.
When he discovered that the four neutral clan chiefs in front of him looked at him with such sincerity, the principal couldn't help but laugh.
"Exchanging one holy weapon for three? Old guys, are you really kidding me?"
Chief Asamat shook his head and said.
"It's not one for three, but for borrowing. When you find the three sacred artifacts we need, you must hand them over to us as soon as possible. Of course, we will return them to you a month later.
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Patriarch Xita sneered.
"Would you like to ask why we need the holy artifact? Maybe you can guess it yourself, but we won't tell you Vanzo."
Ignoring the ridicule of Patriarch Xita, the principal remained silent in thought.
After a while, the principal rubbed the wine glass in his hand and asked in a deep voice.
"Which three sacred objects do you want?"
"Soul ring, spiritual staff, and Cain's right hand."
After listening to the requests made by the four neutral clan chiefs, the principal held the wine glass in his hand and shook his head slightly, with an expression of regret on his face.
"You should know that the secret party does not have a single sacred weapon now, so I cannot lend them to you."
The Asamat patriarch looked at the principal indifferently, and his hoarse voice was as harsh as the scraping of dead branches.
"When you find them, that will be the day our transaction begins."
Patriarch Giovanni looked at the principal with a smile.
"Is this okay?"
After careful consideration and weighing, the principal nodded.
"Okay, the deal is done, I can accept all the conditions you offered, but..."
The principal smiled and rubbed the wine glass in his hand.
"But your ultimate goal is not Xiaobei, right? You just hope to get the three sacred artifacts from my hands. Haha, let's be more direct next time, there is no need to make it so troublesome."
None of the four neutral clan chiefs spoke again, only Chief Revono said coldly.
"Van Zhuo, the Camarilla vampires in your hands are indeed very powerful, but they are not considered real vampires at all now, right? Although I don't know how you did it, we have inherited it for thousands of years and have reproduced it for thousands of years.
millennium!"
The principal nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, you are telling me that you have many people, and you are also telling me that I did not kill too many of your descendants back then."
"you!"
Patriarch Giovanni signaled Patriarch Revorno not to be excited with his eyes, and then said with a smile.
"Now that we have reached a perfect deal, old friend, our meeting tonight can end here. I look forward to having another drink with you next time."
As soon as the words fell, the four neutral clan chiefs stood up at the same time.
But at this time, the principal stopped them.
"You told me earlier that you hoped to find peace? In fact, there is no need to go to that trouble. I can directly invite you to join the secret party."
Turning around, the Asamat patriarch looked directly at the principal, mocking him as before.
"Duke Abraham once invited us to join the Camarilla, and the Hebrew prophet also hoped that we could join the Camarilla, but we did not agree. Do you think you are comparable to the two of them?"
The principal slowly lit the cigarette in his hand.
"I am indeed not as good as them, but I still hope you can join the Camarilla."
Patriarch Giovanni turned his back to the principal and sighed softly.
"The Devil's Party is getting stronger day by day. It is no longer the lost dog that was driven out of Europe back then. And you..."
"Old friend, we can all clearly feel that the next ten-year war may not be too far away."
"We just want to live quietly in this world without disturbing ordinary people, and we don't want to get involved in the war between you anymore."
The principal puffed on the cigar in his mouth and blew out a big puff of smoke.