I'm such an old god, so sorry

Conlock said with the thought of a blood worshiper, and then immediately went to several other princes and senior blood worshipers who were in charge of this matter to discuss how to keep the mirage for his own use.

Although in all fairness, the result of self-exiled mirage and leaving Su Duo is not unacceptable to them, and it can even be said that the situation is much better than imagined, but people's desires cannot be satisfied.

Controlling the relatives whom the mirage values, whether it is the king of [Night Crow] or the most holy blood branch of the Suduo Kingdom, can’t resist the temptation of a top swordmaster. With the touch of his fingers, the swordmaster of the night can have to help them. Effectiveness, what a fantastic result this is.

Under the erosion of the original sin of greed, most people accepted Conlock's ideas. After the quick meeting, the time shifted to the afternoon.

At this time, the fleets of the Shangmeng League have already begun to leave the Bay of Lyrebirds. Among the ships, the ships on which the Mirage was riding looked extremely inconspicuous. They were not even equipped with a magic guidance system. They were just one ship. Small passenger ships, anchored in the port of Lyrebird Bay.

"Long Night Sword Saint, please don't leave in a hurry."

Before the arrival of the mirage, Conlock took a team of heavily armed sergeants and several princes to occupy the passenger ship ahead of time, and smiled at the mirage in a dark windbreaker:

"I think we will make you change your mind before you really leave Su Duo."

Conlock turned sideways slightly, revealing Herzlmann, the faction leader of [Red Maple], to be precise, Hezlmann's entourage.

Chapter 15 Cherry Blossoms (Ⅱ)

Rui was facing the mirage, her cherry-colored pupils and blood-colored eyes facing each other.

He glanced at Rui and sighed deeply, while the latter obviously knew nothing. Although he was a little strange about the current atmosphere, when he saw Su Duo, the famous Long Night Sword Saint, who was also one of his idols, Rui revealed The color of longing.

"...Do you have to do this?"

"Master Mirage, I don't understand what you are talking about. Didn't we reunite you with your loved ones?"

Conlock showed a wicked smile. The sergeants he brought must not dare to wave in front of the mirage, but Rui is different. According to the letter left by the throne and the observation of the mirage in the past few days, the Long Night Sword was found. Sheng attaches great importance to the wives far beyond imagination.

"Rui, do you know who this is?"

Herzlmann touched his beard and smiled.

"Well, Master Long Night Sword Saint, Dean of the Sword Training Academy."

Rui nodded.

"No, no, you shouldn't call him the dean, but call him...brother-in-law."

"Brother-in-law?"

Rui was stunned, looked at Herzlmann, and turned the realization to a mirage.

"Master Herzlmann, are you kidding me."

The mirage's gaze and Rui looked at each other. The scarlet eyes that were originally inorganic were full of sorrow, and the waves of ripples moved like fragile rubies, beautiful and sad.

"Rui..... I'm sorry that I have just explained to you that your sister Insolaran is indeed my wife."

Yingfa was dumbfounded. He looked at himself and then at Mirage: "But... my sister never mentioned it."

Rui didn't question the mirage, after all, Juggernauts are proud, and it is impossible to make such a joke.

"Really, you didn't see it..."

The Mirage said, his expression relieved and helpless: "I wrote those letters."

"Then my sister..."

"Inresoran, she... has passed away."

The mirage turned his head, his voice gradually lowered, but it still passed into Rui's ears clearly.

"But... why?"

Rui's eyes widened. He couldn't help but tremble when he received the bad news from his relatives before he was fully buffered from the fact that the person who kept writing to him was a mirage.

"Sorry...."

Mirage didn't explain anything.

Rui pursed his lips and lowered his eyes. To be fair, he didn't feel so sad when he heard the news of his sister's death, it was just hard to accept for a while.

After all, it has been more than ten years since Insri Solan left the family, Rui had never seen her sister, but she often exchanged letters with him, and felt nothing after learning that he was communicating with him as a mirage.

"what is the problem?"

"That's not a long story, but it is enough to engrave a lifetime...If there is a chance in the future, I will tell you more."

The mirage finally realized that it was not the time to be a commonplace, and looked around.

The people around hadn't spoken tacitly before, watching them quietly, and after the mirage stopped the topic, Herzlmann stood up and said:

"Yes, it won't be too late to find opportunities to talk slowly, right, Rui?"

The young swordsman nodded slightly. Rui didn't understand what was going on at this time. It was clear that the princes wanted to use him to hold the Sword Master of the Long Night. What's ridiculous was that he still wished to believe that his own ability moved the top princes. He was accepted as a confidant.

Gan!

With a snap of his fingers, the two sergeants sandwiched Rui, half protected and half escorted to the cabin, Conlock smiled and said to the mirage:

"How, have you changed your mind now?"

"I have done this, it doesn't matter what my wishes are."

Mirage snorted coldly.

"Huh? It seems that our Master Juggernaut hasn't figured out his position yet. Your wife and brother are in our hands. We have given him the poison before coming. If there is no antidote within half an hour, he will undoubtedly die. "

After hearing this, Mirage's eyes condensed, and said, "What are you going to do?"

"...I've said it many times, to work for us. Isn't that bad? I really don't understand why you are so stubborn."

"It's impossible!"

Mirage flatly refused, and continued on to the boat.

"Does it matter if Rui is dead?"

The mirage paused, and then said: "I won't let Rui die...if, if there is such a situation..."

The Long Night Sword Master glared at Conlock with his scarlet eyes: "I will avenge him!"

Although he had not drawn his sword, the deterrence of the top swordsman was still strong. The non-professional princes present felt cold in their backs, their legs were soft, and some of them even knelt down.

"A mirage! You stop me!"

Conlock is considered a professional with good strength. He didn't show his ugliness under the mirage, but he felt offended and furious: