The old man in black robe walked down the stairs and asked in a hoarse voice.
"The reconstruction has been completed, and the capabilities of the North American branch members are currently being extracted one by one."
Luo Wen bowed to the old man and softly reported the progress of the work.
"Would any of them want to join us?"
Walking down the stairs, standing in front of the window, looking at the dark courtyard illuminated by the moonlight, the old man asked very calmly, hoping to hear some answers that would interest him.
But Rowan just shook his head.
"No, after all, those who are willing to join us are already standing here."
After a brief silence, the old man did not hesitate too much and continued to give instructions in a voice as hoarse as a dry branch.
"After extracting their abilities, turn them all into blood servants. Sirius will no longer be needed. Keep him. Someone will come and talk to him."
"I see."
In the dark villa, the silver-white moonlight shines through the windows into the hall, which is lit only by a few dim white candles. The cold wind blows in through the open windows, causing the candles to sway.
More than thirty men in black robes stood quietly in place like stone statues without any breath. Some of them were sitting lazily on the sofa in the living room of the villa, holding a cup of bright red human blood in their hands, slowly
Tasting. Some were hiding in corners where the moonlight could not reach. Only two red rays of light emitted in the darkness announced their existence.
The man in black robe, leaning against the wall with his arms raised, was silently waiting for the old man's instructions. He held an eyebrow pencil in his right hand, carefully dressed up a young blood servant, and drew the eyebrows of her servant with a smile.
Looking at these monsters in front of him, the old man coughed lightly.
"The competition will start soon. Although the venue is not here, I don't want you to attack Karl and the others. Do you understand?"
No one responded to the old man's words. They tasted blood when they should, remained silent when they should, and continued dressing up for their servants. Only a few men in black robes who stood quietly in front of the old man nodded respectfully.
Seeing this, the old man frowned, but didn't say much. After all, many people here have complicated compositions. Except for his direct relatives, most of the other monsters were only willing to listen to him out of the face of their elders.
if.
Just when the old man was about to continue speaking, a light and sweet voice suddenly sounded.
"have no idea!"
A girl hidden in the darkness stamped her feet and shouted angrily.
"Why not go! Anyway, when the game starts, they will leave the hotel, why not just kill them! I also want to taste Qianqian's blood."
The old man frowned slightly, but Rowan stepped forward and stood in front of the old man, helplessly explaining to the girl hidden in the darkness.
"Xiao Lan, because they have the gods of the East around them, you should also know that we have no chance of winning in front of the gods of the East. Even if we can really defeat those gods, we will also attract unimaginable revenge."
Faced with Luo Wen's patient explanation, he even helped her block the old man's possible scolding. However, the girl did not appreciate it at all, and instead spoke with disdain.
"That group of monsters who are greedy for life and afraid of death have been so scared since their last failure that they dare not show up again. What do they say?"
"Xiaolan!"
Rowan stopped the girl again and asked her to stop talking.
The girl was still not convinced.
"I'm not wrong, they are just a bunch of guys who are greedy for life and afraid of death. What are we doing..."
The girl's words suddenly stopped, because an unimaginable pressure suddenly enveloped everyone's heart! Everyone in the villa suddenly froze, because the terrifying sense of oppression was like a giant beast from the wild.
The back opened its eyes.
"Huh!" The feeling of oppression in his heart increased again. Feeling the huge pressure with a hint of murderous intent, Rowan immediately stepped forward, blocked the girl behind him, and bent down to salute outside the window.
road.
"I'm sorry, Xiaolan is just a child. If I offend you in any way, please don't mind."
A deep and deep voice came from the window, resounding in everyone's heart.
"It doesn't matter."
Soon the huge mental pressure receded like a tide, and everyone in the villa finally couldn't help but let out a breath of cold air.
At this time, that powerful and deep voice sounded from everyone's hearts again.
"What I just did is something that even an ordinary heavenly soldier can do."
"And in heaven, there are millions of heavenly soldiers."
The villa fell into silence.
The old man's eyes were solemn and he was silent in thought. The man in black robe standing in the corner was lonely and silent.
Rowan looked at the girl with dissatisfaction and complaint. The girl snorted coldly and turned her head away in anger.
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Standing in front of the "Madonna of the Rocks" on the fireplace, the old man stared at this handed down painting about two meters high with his hands behind his back.
After watching for a long time, the old man finally spoke and broke the tranquility of the villa.
"Although you can't take the initiative to attack Karl, you can still do some other things to prevent them from disturbing us."
Rowan nodded slightly.
"I'll make arrangements."
The next second, the old man's voice became much sharper.
"As for what happened just now, I don't want it to happen again. This is the East after all. Do you understand?"
No one spoke, only Rowan walked into the darkness beside him and gently tapped the still sulking girl on the head.
The girl's complaining voice sounded, and then she held her mouth and said with extreme reluctance.
"Okay, okay, I understand. I won't say it's okay again in the future."
Rowan's mouth showed a happy but helpless smile like an old father.
The old man continued to give instructions.
"During this period, we must also seize the time to create blood servants. Since the secret party has discovered our secret, it means that we don't have much time to waste. Once we get the two sacred artifacts, we can arrange an evacuation."
Rowan frowned slightly and asked softly.
"Aren't we going to start a new round of ten-year war with the Camarilla here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the black-robed members of the Demon Party present could not help but sit upright.
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"Aren't we here for a new ten-year war with the Camarilla?"
Listening to Rowan's question, the old man made no move and still stood in front of "Our Lady of the Rocks" with his back to everyone.
After about a minute, the old man slowly turned around.
The large black robe covered his head, allowing only his mouth to be seen.
At this moment, the eyes of all the men in black robes in the villa were fixed on him.
Facing the gazes of countless dark red pupils, the old man's wrinkled mouth outlined a frightening smile.
After so many years of running away and so many years of preparation, how could we not give them some surprises?
After chuckling, the old man issued a statement to the world on behalf of the Devil Party today.
"A hundred years ago, the secret party launched a war in Europe. A hundred years later, we should also insert a sword in their heart!"
After a short silence, all the men in black robes stood up at the same time and bowed to the old man.
"I will obey your instructions."
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"Zifeng, I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy these days."
Sitting on the chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Karl stretched out his fingers and rubbed his temples tiredly.
At this moment, Karl's pair of faint blue, mesmerizing magic eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes.
The exhausted expression and the bloodshot demonic eyes, all of this, tell the world all the time that the owner of the pair of demonic eyes is very tired.
Chu Zifeng folded his arms and leaned against the wall indifferently.
"Is it because the game is about to start?"
Carl hesitated.
He didn't know whether Chu Zifeng was right or not, because even he himself didn't know why as the day of the competition got closer, his mood became more and more tortured day by day.
It seemed as if something big was about to happen.
"I don't know either, but I always feel like something is going to happen."
Karl raised his head and slumped down on the chair, his voice extremely tired.
Chu Zifeng frowned, leaned against the wall and comforted him coldly.
"Don't think too much, we just have to do our best."
"You're right," Karl closed his eyes tiredly.
After days of not sleeping, the magic eye, and his spirit were exhausted to the extreme.
If his willpower were not strong enough, he might have fallen asleep due to overexertion.
Seeing Karl's appearance of being sick from overwork, Chu Zifeng walked to the refrigerator and helped him take out a bottle of iced coffee.
"You don't have to make yourself so tired."
"Bang." Chu Zifeng opened the coffee for Karl and handed it to him.
After taking the coffee, Karl thanked him, but couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"I actually don't want to be that tired. I actually want to sleep, but I can't. The magic eye is always torturing me and giving me hints, but no matter how I calculate, I can't find any clues."
"What are you worried about?" Chu Zifeng asked.
Taking a small sip of iced coffee, the cold temperature sobered up Karl's confused brain.
But what followed was more chaos!
Shaking his head, Karl's bloodshot eyes were staring at the floor under his feet with deep concern.
"There are many, many, many things. Why are the sacred artifacts given as prizes in a competition? What is their purpose of doing this? What will the Demon Party do next? How does the academy deal with the traitors within? What on earth do we do?
When will we get support from the academy? Who will support us? Can they establish an effective battle with us? Where are the surviving members of the Chinese branch? Why are they unwilling to meet us? How many blood servants are there? The devil party.
..."
Chu Zifeng stabbed the dagger at his waist into the floor at Karl's feet.
"brush!"
The dagger was accurately inserted in front of Karl's feet, causing him to stop his words that were almost driving him crazy.
"How many days have you not slept?"
Karl was stunned for a moment, then covered his eyes.
"Probably, probably since the eldest lady finished cooking the roast suckling pig, she hasn't had time to rest."
"That means you haven't slept in five days."
Chu Zifeng looked at Karl coldly.
"Are you the principal?"
Carl shook his head.
"Are you a senator from the Senate?"
Carl shook his head.
"Did you fight in the Ten Years' War?"
Karl still shook his head.
Chu Zifeng gave him a roll of eyes.
"Those three bastards actually sometimes have a lot of things worth learning from them, such as being big-hearted. Otherwise, if you continue like this, you might burn yourself to death."
Thinking of Huang Xiaobei and the other three who lived a carefree life every day, Karl smiled and sighed.
"Yes, it seems that I did work a little too hard, but didn't you notice them? The reason why they can live so happily is because they know that we are in front."
"No, that's the nature of those three people. Don't have high expectations for them. If we die one day, they won't shoulder any responsibility. They will just run to the devil's side with a smile."
Karl smiled helplessly.
"That's probably it."
Frowning slightly, Chu Zifeng took out a box of sleeping pills from his waist and placed it in front of Karl.
"Even though our physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary humans, it's time for you to sleep."
Karl stared at the sleeping pills that Chu Zifeng placed in front of him, and his eyes couldn't help but recall how he spent the past five days.
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Sitting in this position sleeplessly, the magic eye continued to calculate for five days and five nights.
Huge data, many bad events, everything that happened after he came to China, Karl sorted and calculated it over and over again in these five days.
Some things seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but using his magic eyes, he connected them together. Some things seemed to have something to do with each other, but in fact they were just a mess.
Thousands of data, countless emergencies, the data analysis provided by the Magic Eye for a certain thing done by the Demon Party, Carl's calculation of the real purpose of the Demon Party doing a certain thing, and the data analysis given by the Magic Eye.
Countless data, countless possibilities!
For the past five days, Carl has been calculating like this, connecting these data and events over and over again, then failing, and then calculating again!
Because he hopes that he can find the hidden connection between these data and events, and thus deduce the true intention of the devil party!
Except for going to the toilet, he hardly moved.
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Sometimes Carl often makes people feel very tired.
Huang Xiaobei asked him why he was so tired. He honestly said that he was working, but our Commissioner Huang had no idea that Carl's so-called work would be like this.
He had always thought that Carl was just using work as an excuse and was actually playing games in his room, that's why he was so tired.
How should I put it? A heartless person will never be able to understand the life of a person like Karl.
But in fact, this is Karl's daily life. His magic eye has never rested since the first day he came to China.
There is no way, as the current supreme commander, he naturally needs to do this.
After all, he can't expect people like Huang Xiaobei to work hard to figure out the devil's intentions and decide the next action, right?
Responsibility, haha, although my father never said a word to me, this is the teaching he left for me - responsibility.
The responsibilities that belong to the Bollen family and that belong to him, Karl, can only be shouldered by him, and only he should be shouldered.
Facing Chu Zifeng, who finally started to care about others, Karl shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Let's wait. There are some things that I am still more concerned about. By the way, have you discovered anything in the past few days?"
Chu Zifeng didn't speak, but his cold eyes told Karl everything.
He gained nothing.
Karl also guessed that this was the case, and whispered the same crazy words as before.
"Why? Why exactly? Why are the surviving seniors of the Tianchao branch unwilling to see us? Why on earth are they..."
"I have something to do, please continue to rest."
Chu Zifeng didn't want to disturb the extremely tired Karl anymore, so he turned and left.
Karl nodded and stopped his mind that was going crazy.
He felt that it was time for him to take a good rest. After all, he didn't want to die suddenly.
But before leaving, Chu Zifeng asked him a question.
"The things you've been thinking about these days are indeed important, but you probably don't want to understand why these things are happening, right?"
Karl pushed up his sunglasses, his eyes were bloodshot.
"Yeah, I really don't want to figure out the reasons for these things. I just want to know why the devil party does this, and what is the reason why they do these things? Simply put, what is the purpose behind them?
"
"Haha, this is also a question that has troubled me for a long time. What are they doing so much for? Do they want to get something? Or do they want to achieve a certain purpose? Or maybe there is a bigger conspiracy hidden inside!"
Seeing Karl's expression of being in a dead end again, Chu Zifeng frowned.
After a moment of silence, Chu Zifeng spoke coldly.
"It's very simple, in order to take revenge on the secret party."
Carl was stunned.
Chu Zifeng continued to wake him up.
"Those things aside, the Demon Party wants to take revenge on the Secret Party. This is their most fundamental goal. Everything is based on this. As for the others, they are just derivatives of this fundamental goal.
, and you seem to be stuck in those cumbersome derivatives recently."
Karl was silent, and then he smiled.
Because Chu Zifeng woke him up with his words!
Indeed, he has been thinking too much recently, completely immersed in a series of events involving the Demon Party and unable to extricate himself.
But he ignored the most fundamental answer. The demon party wanted to take revenge on the academy. Everything else was a specific plan.
And following Chu Zifeng's prompts, Karl's brain suddenly became enlightened.
"Zifeng, thank you, I think I can guess what the demon party is going to do now."
Chu Zifeng turned his back to Karl and listened quietly.
"If there are no accidents, they have made so many preparations, and they probably want to start a ten-year war!"
Carl excitedly expressed his conjecture as if he had discovered Columbus in the New World.
"The blood servants are their soldiers, and the holy weapons are their weapons. They are coming, and they are about to start a new ten-year war. They have soldiers and weapons. As for the location... Absolutely
It won’t be in the Celestial Empire! It will be in our core!”
Karl's bloodshot magic eye once again bloomed with a faint blue light.
"They will launch a new war against us. All of this is for war, and the location is probably at our core, the academy!"
Chu Zifeng walked away.
"Then go to sleep."
After saying that, Chu Zifeng disappeared.
Seeing Chu Zifeng leaving, Karl opened his mouth, obviously wanting to say something, but when he found out that Chu Zifeng had really left, the expression on Karl's face became very lonely.
"At least listen to what I have to say..."
Facing the empty room, Karl sat on the chair and continued to meditate, continuing to ponder his conjectures.
When he realized that he had thought about everything, Karl, who was slender but full of exhaustion, fell straight on his soft big bed.
The second before he fell into sleep, the sleepy Karl opened his dim eyes, and his handsome features were full of fatigue and relaxation.
Opening his mouth slightly, Karl murmured softly.
"Zifeng, I have to ask you for the next step." (To be continued)