The little wife of the blood clan boss

Chapter 202
"I did not force it." Zorosius said unhurriedly: "The choice is in your hands whether to borrow or not."

Wentu gritted his teeth and sneered secretly.

This is not asking him to choose, it is clearly forcing him!

If you want to leave the Camarilla in a legitimate way, you must agree to Zorosius's conditions.

He really underestimated this leader.

Also, a few of those who survived the Thousand Years of Holy War were fuel-efficient lamps. What did his little skill mean to him?
Wentu hesitated for a while, and Zorosius was not in a hurry. He waited for his reply calmly, as if he was sure that he would agree. This knowledge made him feel tight in the chest and short of breath.

After a moment, Wen Tu reluctantly stretched out his hand, and saw a soft light spreading from his palm, and a dark ring with golden inscriptions flashing around it appeared in it.

He looked at Zorosius with determination, "The soul ring is our clan's sacred weapon. If you don't return it when the time comes, Mokawi will not make it easy for you even if he gives everything he has!"

Zorosius didn't take Wentu's threat seriously. He took the soul ring and put it away, then said indifferently: "Before that, you'd better think carefully about how to rectify the Mokavi tribe so that it's not in vain." Your father’s life’s work.”

The words Wentu wanted to blurt out were stuck in his throat, and it didn't matter whether he said it or not.

He looked at Zorosius's leaving back with complicated eyes.

Suddenly he remembered that he followed his father on an expedition thousands of years ago and met Zorosius by chance.

At that time, he was just the same age as he is now. The young man was energetic and handsome. He should have been free and easy, but he shouldered the heavy responsibility of the entire secret party and struggled in the treacherous and changeable situation. beat.On the one hand, we have to beware of the demon party, and on the other hand, we have to resist the church. In the war between the two factions, we cannot retreat even half a step.When his father and the kings of other clans mentioned this leader, they only praised him and admired him.

Every time he heard this, the young Wentu would secretly disdain him.

So what if the record is excellent?

Doesn’t it mean he can’t erase the fact that he killed his biological father?

A person who personally formed the Camarilla and established the Six Commandments of the Camarilla, but was the first to violate them.

Why is he worthy of allegiance?
So Wentu was like this, denying it over and over again in his heart, but he could not hide his surprise from time to time.

He had to admit that whether in terms of leadership, decision-making, or other abilities, Zorosius was the most outstanding one he had ever seen.

He kills decisively and shows no mercy to his enemies.Throughout the whole history of the vampires being punished by God and being exiled to the world, we have never heard of a few characters who can compare with them.

Wentu had never seen an expression like laughter or anger on his face, as if nothing could arouse his emotions, he was always as plain as water and cold-hearted.

I thought I was going to let go of my prejudice towards him, but suddenly I got a bolt from the blue.

The king of the Mokavi clan, his most beloved father, was brutally plotted by the enemy in a battle with the devil party, and he never came back.

This is undoubtedly a huge blow to Wentu, who is still a teenager.

He started to resent.

Apart from the devil's party that killed his father, what he hated most was the leader of the secret party who almost made him surrender.

If it hadn't been for him, his father wouldn't have been fighting desperately, and he wouldn't have ended up like this.

But at that time, he had a young mind and was impulsive. He would never have imagined that his father was not fighting for Zorosius, but for the entire Camarilla and the glory of the Makavi clan.

(End of this chapter)