Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

"Copy? What is that..."

The black figure walking out of the narrow shadow behind the sign turned into a thin woman, but no one saw this strange scene in this sparsely populated alley.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly said, "It's me, His Majesty just walked into a strange space with the blonde woman."

"Purple chaos, mixed with countless blood-red eyes."

"Orientals, although they are blond, are indeed Orientals, but His Majesty's appearance is also of mixed blood, which is not surprising."

"Yes, maybe that space is a transmission channel."

"Well, I'm leaving, and you can solve the next step by yourself."

Looking back at the alley again, the woman took a look with the idea that maybe they would come back from the passage.

But as expected, I thought too much.

"Brother...?"

It turned into pitch black again and merged into the shadows, and the place was restored to silence.

"I think it's not worth the loss for you to let her spy on the emperor."

In the office of the University of London, the man in the long black hat looked at the young man sitting on the chair. The pupils of the young man were dazzling blood red.

"But that's necessary. Although the emperor never paid attention to the so-called crimes, and didn't care how many people died in London, one thing is fatal. He cares about the people around him."

The young man watched and reviewed the homework on the table. As a blood race, as long as he can block the sun, he can still find a good job like ordinary people.

"We will not involve the people around him. In theory, he is not our hindrance, but who knows, since he is so close to us, then we have to be careful about his eyes."

Putting down the pen, he took out the cigarette rod in his mouth and shook it in the glass jar, and he looked back at the man in the long hat.

"Don't underestimate that emperor, your so-called crimes are vulnerable in his eyes."

PS: There are six more classes in the schedule than last semester, it's his mother's school.

NO.17: He is old after all.

(The class schedule for this semester must be made by people in the demonic way. Most of the courses are concentrated in the morning, with the intention of establishing a normal routine for students, hindering our practice, disturbing our Dao heart, and making it impossible to stay up late to practice immortality.

So future updates should be in the afternoon or evening. )

London's platforms are as empty as ever. As a big city, this is not normal, but it is true. The recent frequent occurrence of strange cases in this city has made people stay at home, and even bring a lot less outsiders.

The whistle sounded from far to near, and the slow-speed train came from afar with thick white steam, slowed down and entered the station, and slowly stopped on the platform.

Even if there are few passengers, there are still some after all. It is impossible for this city to be reduced to the point of traffic paralysis because of several fatal cases.

More than a dozen people got out of the car sparsely, dragging heavy luggage down the platform. After a while, a lonely old man got out of the car with a civilized stick.

Compared with other passengers, the old man seemed to have nothing with him. He stood on the platform and looked around, as if he was looking at the city.

"It's quite warm," he said after a while, and finally added, "It's still deserted."

"Is this London?"

"Of course, old friend."

The old man in red robe standing behind the pillar came out from behind the pillar. He stood there for a long time. As an old man, he could only say that his body was very tough, and the red robe he was wearing was obviously the mark of the bishop.

A cardinal without attendants and priests came to meet the old man alone, and the identity of the old man was about to be revealed.

They approached and hugged and patted their shoulders. The sound of patting shoulders can prove that the two old people are in good health.

"are you OK."

Letting go of his hand and picking up the civilization stick again, the old man asked the bishop.

"When will this kind of place be better? Let's go back and talk about it. It's not peaceful outside."

"also."

Without denying the bishop's words, the old man followed the bishop with a civilized stick.

……

Nid Hogg, who didn't know anything about another troublesome person coming to London, even if he knew, he would at most sigh that there are more and more people in this poor place.But now he does not have this kind of leisure, after all, when he returns home suddenly after leaving his hometown for many days, old friends will definitely come to visit him.

Even if this township is not a township, friends are not friends, even the so-called many days are judged by the standard of a hundred years.

"Why not do something about it!"

With a bang, the teacup shattered, and even the tea flowed wantonly on the table. The blond man roared dissatisfiedly as he glared at Ned Hogg with a ferocious face.

"The blood race is torn apart, wizards can even invade the sanctuary of the blood race at will, and even the lowly wolves can believe it and bark. The new generation of blood races are rubbish without glory! Lucado! Why are you still Do nothing!"

Nieder Hogg just frowned at this, looking at the broken teacup and the table full of tea, the hourglass pattern flashed in his eyes for a moment, the ceramic fragments reassembled, and the liquid on the table returned to the cup , the tone of the man who saw this scene was stagnant but his expression was equally fierce.

Uther Pendragon, inherits the dragon blood family of the founder of the knights of the round table in the legend of his father's generation. Although as a vampire, he also has some characteristics of a dragon and it is said that this family has a relationship with Lucado, but in fact it is just a joke That's all, the mixed blood of Pendragon can't compare with Lucado, but this family that has degenerated into vampires is indeed the most brave family among the current vampire families.

User Pendragon, the first duke of the seven dukes, is a thousand years old and looks like he is only about forty years old. He is between a vigorous middle age and a vicissitudes old age. This is a common image of dukes , compared to the younger Ned Hogg, he has a burly frame, one head taller than Ned Hogg, and his height of more than two meters can give most people a strong oppression.

Before Lucado Alucard appeared, he was indeed the vampire who was most likely to be promoted to prince.

"You're so excited, Uther."

There is King Arthur in this world, which is different from Artoria next door, who is a real male knight, and his blood has been passed down with the characteristics of a dragon. Therefore, Pendragon is called the descendant of the red dragon. It was normal until the fourth generation was transformed into a vampire.