It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

They can't distinguish the high and low of their status from the order of their seats. In fact, except for Queen Enoch, the clan chiefs who can enter the council hall have the same right to speak on the surface.

Everyone who could attend this meeting knew that a delegation representing human wizards was about to arrive in Enoch.No matter what channels they used, even the latest among them was not much later than the others.

After a lengthy silence, the first to speak was a young man who sounded a bit frizzy.The man was wearing a black waistcoat with gold embroidered lace, lined with a dark red liner and a white silk scarf studded with precious stones.Even in such a gloomy environment, his golden straight hair growing upwards and his smooth scalp, which was partially exposed, still looked very dazzling.

He put his two legs on the table so casually, and under the close-fitting leather leggings were muscular lines full of strength but not too exaggerated.He rubbed the expensive rosewood round table with the dirty soles of his shoes, showing no respect for the meeting and the queen from the attitude of the man, but those who are familiar with him will know that the young man is already a man without leaving the table directly. Greatest respect to other council members.

"I remember that the person who can speak in the material world should be Kraft's executor—an old man named Albert Kleist, right? What on earth is this Wizards Alliance?"

"Don't worry about your Excellency Zmixi, even the outside world is now in a rather special period... For short-lived people, it is really common for some power changes in a short period of time."

"Compared to only a few decades of human life, we should believe in things with a long history and accumulated over the years-and the history behind the names of Mephisto or Belusay deserves our trust and respect."

The person who answered him was a white-haired old man with a face full of curses. He wore a well-tailored classical black robe with almost no decoration but looked noble and restrained.As one of the oldest nobles, Assamat can indeed call people with only a few decades of life short-lived.

"Since they can bring so many people into Nod, it is enough to explain everything. At least the executors or other forces have not done this in the first 100 years."

What followed was a middle-aged man with a steady voice, who seemed to be in the peak of his physical condition and had not regressed and gained weight due to entering middle age.His muscular body is close to 1.9 meters tall, which can be considered tall in the material world or in the wilderness, but compared to the bloody nobles, he can only be said to be ordinary, compared to the distinctive characteristics of the first two , he doesn't seem to stand out.Even the dress could only be described as a good fit, and the style and materials seemed ordinary.

"Shut your mouth, Duncan, I don't think you are qualified to speak in this kind of place."

In the eyes of the young man called Tsmisi, men, like the new party he represents, are just a group of bedbugs and upstarts who gather together, and they exude an indelible wilderness smell all the time.The only reason why the New Party has a position to enter this hall is that they have enough numbers, not noble blood, and the middle-aged man is not born within the clan, but just a pariah who has been transformed for less than ten years. Even if a person like this Climbing up to the position of the commander of the guard knights is not a noble.

But as far as Alan Zmisi is concerned, this attitude can already be called a kind reminder.If it was not Duncan Coleridge standing there but other New Party members around him, Allen would not have reminded him but smashed the opponent's chest with a punch.

The middle-aged man just frowned slightly at the former's offense, and sat back in his seat.

The last to comment on this topic was Maxwell, who had appeared on the throne waiting for the Queen to wake up, his long cloak dragging from his neck down to the ground, like the fleshy wings of a bat that are longer than the body.

As the minister appointed by the queen, Maxwell is actually the highest agent in the secret alliance, and his opinions often represent those of the queen.

"It is meaningless to discuss these now. We should indeed receive them with the highest etiquette. Even if they are not executors, they will be a force with great say in the material world. Contact with them can bring us a lot of valuable outside information.”

Not far from the round table, at the end of the long steps extending upwards are two cast-steel thrones placed side by side. Queen Enoch is lazily leaning on the right throne, still half asleep and half awake.

"I only slept for less than half a year, and there are so many things happening outside. If the news is behind, it can only be said that you are incompetent."

Her voice sounded very flat, even a little dazed.But no one would object to this, not even the seemingly reckless Alan Zmissi.

"Mark is right. We can only get news from the outside world after those people arrive—I think you should already know that Niels is dead. I originally counted on him to complete this matter."

"Ma'am, I told you that that fox is unreliable. He has done a lot of tricks in moving all these years."

Maxwell spread his hands in distress. After receiving the news that Niels had died, his dislike for that guy climbed to a new level.Because a lot of the work that the latter was originally responsible for was thrown on him after he participated in the hunting activities. When it was confirmed that Nils was dead, it meant that the minister of the palace had to continue to complete the double work for a long time. Double the workload.

"Nils did have a lot of careful thoughts, but after all, he has both pedigree and ability—but I have to say, regarding his legacy, I think many people's plans will fail this time."

Nils Cain was a moody man, and most of the members of his family died in strange ways until he left Nod.From a certain point of view, this is an internal conflict in the Abram family, and other families, even the queen, have no right to intervene.

In fact, this is not too absurd in Nod, and in some people's eyes, Nils' overly benevolent means can be called weakness.

But something unexpected happened. Nils, known as a genius, died outside of Nod, and he did not leave any heirs before his death. Very rare, this pure-blooded noble could not help but have no heirs , There is not even any evidence that he has personally completed the transformation ceremony.

In Enoch, this means that Abram's bloodline has been cut off since then, and the meteorite castle and Abram's wealth have become ownerless from a legal point of view, and their ownership rights are important to all clan leaders and even party representatives. Something worth noting.

Any family or individual who alone controls Abram's wealth may lead to the re-division of Enoch's power. The best result is according to their default, the result negotiated a few days ago, and each party takes the other's default part.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Alan Zmissi retracted his legs from the table, and his expression became unkind.At the same time, Assamite also raised his eyelids upwards, while Duncan Coleridge remained in his original posture. From his position as the commander of the guard knights, he was still more inclined to the royal family's opinion.

But even the royal family should not monopolize such a huge wealth. This is a direct provocation to all forces other than the Camarilla.

Maxwell left the work and rest silently, facing the round table and took two steps back in the direction of the throne.

"What I mean is very clear that someone who can inherit the legacy has emerged."

The corners of the queen's lips were slightly raised, and she straightened her posture slightly to reveal a bit of dazzling white skin from under the skirt. This insignificant change made her look full of fatal temptation.

"Are you kidding me? That lunatic Niels just killed his uncle's entire family half a year ago. He didn't even spare a few servants hired from the lower classes!"

Ellen Zmissy noticed that the Queen's attitude was not provocative but a bit playful and ambiguous, and began to turn his not very bright brain.

"Do you mean that he transformed himself into a descendant in the material world? And that guy came to Nod with this group of alien human wizards?"

If so, things get a little more complicated.Descendants of Transformers also enjoy part of the legal inheritance rights. If that damned fox leaves a will or something, this part of the wealth that can be inherited will be so huge that everyone will lose their minds.

And who knows if that damned successor has already negotiated some terms with the human wizard?No matter what direction this wealth flows to, it is still much better than being controlled by outsiders of unknown origin.

"No, things are more troublesome than you think—Abigail is back. She is the daughter of Abram, the pure blood of the higher blood and the body collector, and the sister of Nils."

Queen Enoch lay down on the throne, she yawned and closed her eyes again, her voice had become like a dream.

"Looks like you guys know less than I thought..."

"When did that guy have an extra sister?"

Allen was a little dazed for a moment, and turned around to look at the other representatives of the Holy Blood Party.

The name Abigail was very unfamiliar to most of the people present. Alan Zimisi, who had only become a representative of the Holy Blood Party in recent years, had only a vague impression of this name. The name of someone I heard years ago.And Duncan, who was transformed for less than ten years, knew nothing about it. No new party would try to understand the history of Enoch, because it was an endless ocean.

Harrington Assamat, who was a member of the parliament only more than ten years ago, seemed to recall something. He raised his head slightly with a gloomy expression.

"You mean that rebellious little girl more than ten years ago..."

Chapter 70 I'm back

The memories that have been forgotten due to time gradually became clear again, Ellen Zmissy frowned and said,

"Oh, I remembered—you said it was the guy who ran away at the coming-of-age ceremony, and she dared to go back to Nod?"

At this point, the corners of Erenzimisi's mouth split to both sides, exposing the sharp canine teeth of beasts. After careful observation, Duncan was convinced that this guy was just smiling, and the smile contained unspeakable ridicule and sarcasm.

"Why, this coward got tired of running away, or did she finally give in to her instinct?"

"Who knows, maybe it's just like what you said, but—after all, she claimed to have killed Nils and brought back two holy objects."

The queen's words were like a thunderbolt, causing the other three to stand up in horror.Maybe they were all unhappy with the way Nils behaved, or his excessive youth or good luck, but no one questioned his strength.

Erenzimisi clenched his fists, and his joints creaked due to the tremendous force.He had seriously considered this issue. If he faced Nils who was holding the holy relic, his chance of winning was only [-]%.And in this royal city, the total number of people who can say such a sentence will not exceed one hand.How far has a girl who successfully escaped from Nod more than ten years ago grown?Thinking of this, Tzimisi couldn't help but feel trembling all over his body. This was not fear but indescribable excitement.

The queen's breathing gradually slowed down, and it seemed that she didn't intend to say anything more. Except for Maxwell, representatives of various parties and clan leaders stood up and saluted one after another, and then left the Nobile Hall one after another.

After leaving the hall for a certain distance, the road in front of me turned into a floating chalk corridor. From here, there was a height of nearly [-] meters and a sea of ​​fog. The statue of chilling with a sharp ax was separated from the two sides of the bridge.

"Alan, what happened to the Abigail that the queen mentioned."

Duncan followed behind the blond youth. He had no clue about this matter, after all, it was more than ten years ago.

Alan Zimisi looked obviously impatient.

"Isn't it already clear that that guy is Niels' older sister who has been missing for more than ten years, and it sounds like his strength is not simple - if you want to know more, go back and ask Sonia, that bitch, ah, It's so annoying! If I remember correctly, that Abigail's surname is also [Cain]. If she is really allowed to inherit Abram's wealth this time, then she will most likely be the next queen. candidate."

Duncan was taken aback for a while, it sounded like things were far more complicated than he had imagined.And it is obviously not a wise decision to continue asking here.With Zmixi's character, it is very rare to be able to reveal so much information in a short period of time. This is not because the former is cautious or suspicious, but because he can't think about complicated things at all.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, if you have to say—"

Erenzimisi turned his head and remained silent for a few seconds.The tremendous pressure continued to expand with the silence. He, who had been relatively friendly just now, suddenly had the intention to take action.

Duncan Coleridge took a step back vigilantly, his body strangely flashed several different colored shimmers, which meant that he had added "hardness" and "weakening pain" to himself in less than a second. ""Power Enhancement", "Stone Skin Technique" and even several different magical powers.This way of using magic to strengthen one's own body to fight is not quite like a dirty blood species, but more similar to some special human wizards.If Ling was here, she might be very surprised. Although these strengthening spells were all low-level spells, Duncan's proficiency was almost as good as hers.

"Alan, what do you mean by that?"

Duncan was vigilant about the movements of the blond youth, and Alan Zimisi rested his fingers on the long-handled ax held by the knight sculpture. Although the ordinary cast steel mirror ax was mostly used as an ornament, but This action made the strong Duncan take another obvious step back.

"My dear Commander of the Guards Knights, you should have heard about the recent changes in the wilderness. The wilderness people are very restless now. I don't think that group of hyenas suddenly have the courage to provoke the nobles of Enoch, unless - There are other people behind them, such as the New Party or...what do you think?"

Although it was only a minor incident, word spread like wildfire in the wilderness.The new party composed of untouchables from the wilderness naturally became the primary target of suspicion.

Hearing this, Duncan smiled helplessly,

"You're right, it's indeed suspicious, but I really don't know anything. What's more, you are the deputy commander now, and my every move can't escape your sight, right?"

"Huh? Who would care about that kind of thing?"

Zimixi's face seemed to be a little unnatural, but his fingers did leave the handle of the ax on the statue, and the suffocating pressure disappeared in an instant.

"But you really don't seem like someone who has the ability to move such a crooked mind. Even if there is a new party active behind this matter, it shouldn't be you-I suggest you go back and remind that woman. If you want to live longer If so, it’s best not to be caught by me.”

The blond youth pinched the smooth side of his head with his fingers, and the scratched skin grew back almost instantly without leaving any scars.

"I will."

Duncan was silent for a long time before he thought of a ridiculous possibility. He asked with some uncertainty:

"But you don't... you just have an itchy hand and want to find someone to fight with."

Only halfway through the question, he confirmed this absurd conjecture even more, and his tone became a statement instead of a question.

And the blond youth admitted this without hesitation,

"Ah, that's right, I just have some itchy hands. Those wilderness people are all useless, even if they are alienated into monsters, they are just idiots who act on instinct. You can't expect a absenteeism or a farmer to become a warrior after gaining power— — that's something entirely different!"

Duncan has no interest in the combat theory of the lunatic in front of him at all. To him, being able to easily solve the task is the more gratifying thing.

Blood streaks gradually climbed up Zmixi's golden pupil from both sides, dyeing it a dirty dark red.

The blond youth's smile was full of arrogance and killing desire.

"I hope that Abigail Cain is really as powerful as the queen said. If so, I think her blood will be sweeter than any fine wine."

-

It was time for the fourth breakfast, and the envoy’s horse team had approached Enoch, a city located in the center of the wilderness.During this period, they were attacked by several groups of armed mobs one after another. Jeffrey, who was busy on the road, did not pursue the mobs that were about to collapse. He just let them leave hundreds of corpses in a simple confrontation and fled in confusion.

After gradually approaching the inspection range of Enoch's personal guards, such meaningless attacks never happened again, and the escort task was transferred to the first hundred-man personal guard they encountered.

The wildly growing weeds and all kinds of twisted wilderness plants have been cut off strangely, exposing the endless black soil.Entire cities seem to be built on the scorched earth of wildfire or in a huge impact crater.If it weren't for the lack of mood to study in detail now, Schiff might collect some soil samples to study this rather miraculous phenomenon, and publish an exclusive report on the city of foul blood after returning to the material world.

This kind of pointed building with a metallic luster is something that wizards in the material world have never seen before. The huge black castle surrounded by the center is like a hollowed-out mountain, and all the buildings are climbing up and around it. clouds.If it were a war, the army that wanted to attack Enoch would have to endure the huge disadvantage brought by the elevation angle and face the enemy who would always be above their heads.

No one can explain how such a large-scale building complex and the gorgeous and almost cumbersome hollow-out carvings were completed. Perhaps it is difficult for even Dirty Blood, whose physical ability far surpasses that of ordinary humans, to complete such a huge project in a short period of time. Only the power of the gods can explain the birth of this miracle.

According to the "Book of Nod", Cain, who was exiled to the land of nothingness, established a city here and named it after his eldest son "Enoch".

If this is not a legend but the real history of Enoch, Cain should at least be an existence equal to the Son of God.

The black iron gates on the long bridge were raised one after another, and on the last outer wall was a huge bust statue of a banshee. It looked like a quaint old lady with drooping eyebrows, but at the same time it grew With ferocious snake hair and curved horns.If it is not too huge, the banshee's white hands can even be called slender and beautiful. Together, they hold up the huge door on the outer wall and the black stone bridge that continues to extend.

The pointed street lamps rising from the two rows of metal railings shone with dark red light, which slightly illuminated the dense fog below, allowing people to vaguely see the top of the building rising from the fog.