Total Man Chi I Am The King Of Bloodsuckers

"I've always wanted to meet you."

The lights in the room were somewhat dim, and on the bed lay an old man with gray hair and some sparseness. His fat and bloated body was draped in high-end silk pajamas, and although his figure made him look a little weak, his gaze was as eye-catching as a torch in the night.

The old man's voice sounded first, and the old man carefully looked at the man in front of him.

"Is it? How did you know I existed.

"Well, you can think that it is some of my intuition and my own guesses, after all, some facts are happening too coincidentally."

The old man lit a cigar and slowly inhaled it, an old fox-like smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Then I have to congratulate you, you guessed it. In fact, when the Queen told me about it, I was a little surprised.

"Oh, that's a keen sense of smell as a politician."

"Not all politicians have this sense of smell, and not all politicians have the perseverance to persevere for so long."

"That's true, after all, I've written hundreds of letters to the Queen in recent years. It seems that our queen still pities me, the old man, and let you come to see me.

"Another reason for this is that I'm also interested in you."

"Oh, what is it?"

"Last month, you wrote that you disagreed with the view that Wigeland should now play a silent and secondary role in the world. No one wants to forever underestimate our energy, potential, and enduring strength. But don't you really see that the decline of this empire is already inevitable? The

old man was silent for a moment, then took a heavy sip of his cigar and spit out the smoke, which blurred his face.

"Of course I can see it, but I still have to express an attitude, Wiegand will never admit defeat."

"Hahaha... Sometimes you know you can't do it, and that's probably what I admire about human beings.

Accardo's blood-red eyes flickered brightly and darkly, and he laughed.

"I have to thank you for doing so much for this country over so many years."

"If you want to say what you have done for this country, haven't you also worked for this country all your life?"

"No, it's different, this is my country, and protecting and serving it is what I should do. But you're not, and you're not obligated to do so.

"If you want to thank you, then you don't have to, I'm just doing what I want to do, Churchill."

Churchill stopped talking, poured himself another glass of champagne, and took a sip.

"What word should I use to describe you? You're really... Dashing.

"Friend, this is not guilty, this is not in parliament, this is my home."

Churchill smiled proudly, then took another sip.

"Should I say that this really deserves you? Churchill.

"How long will you be in this country?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, how long will you continue to help this country?"

Churchill stopped the movement in his hand and stared at the tall man in front of him with those bright eyes, trying to see through his thoughts.

"Well, in fact, maybe I'll leave in a while."

"This issue should not actually be considered by you, after all, even if you once turned the tide, saved the people from fire and water, and stood at the peak of this country's power, now you are just an old man in his twilight years."

"I know, I just can't hold back my curiosity."

"Hehe, at your current age, you might as well think more about where you will be buried after death? Stop thinking about it, these national events are no longer something you can interfere with.

"Is this advice to me, an old man?"

"If you have to understand it that way, it's not impossible."

"Okay then, then we'll talk about the rest, do you have any hobbies?" You know, after my father died, I knew that cigars, alcohol, speech, and literature couldn't leave me?

"My hobbies? In fact, there is nothing special, collecting some famous paintings, horseback riding, swordsmanship, etc...."

"Indeed, many people's hobbies coincide, but the difference is that some people can do their hobbies to the extreme, far beyond ordinary people. That's admirable.

"I didn't practice it on purpose, and a large part of these hobbies were life-saving skills I used to learn to survive."

"Are you saying that you make your life-saving skills your hobby?"

Churchill frowned when he heard his answer.

"Yes, after all, there will always be feelings after doing something for a long time, especially if you are very good at doing it."

"So is killing people your hobby?"

Churchill drank all the wine in his glass and stared at Accardo's face and asked.

"Hahaha... Has anyone told you that you've killed the sky.

Accardo was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the old man on the bed with an incomprehensible look.

"Well, I'll admit I'm really good at killing. But remember, I wasn't born with a love of killing. Sometimes in order to protect themselves, people always have to do something they are not willing to do.

"I can understand this, there are too many things in this world that you can't help yourself, even if you are in a high position."

Churchill closed his gaze, slowed down, and took another sip of his cigar. It seems to have become an ordinary old man.

"Rest, Churchill, it's late today."

"Wait a minute."

"What?"

"I still don't know your name?"

"Accardo, my name is Accardo."

"Thank you again for everything you have done for this country, Mr. Accardo."

"Then I can only say that you are welcome, good night."

......

On January 24, 1965, Churchill died of a stroke at the age of 91. The Wiegand government held a state funeral for Churchill. His coffin was parked at Westminster Abbey for condolences. The coffin was then transported by train to the Breton Church Cemetery near Blenheim Palace, his birthplace, where he was buried with his parents.

"Here you are, dear Count."

"Yes, at your service, Your Majesty."

"Ha, you don't have to be like this, come quickly."

Accardo walked up to Queen Elizabeth and saw a look of sorrow and sadness on her face.

"Are you grieving Churchill's death?"

The queen did not speak, and gently nodded her chin.

"I'm sorry, my esteemed Majesty, I don't know how to comfort you, but you know, death is just a way of life to show. It is also a process of life.

"Thank you, Accardo, I don't really need relief, I'm not a child anymore, I'm not that vulnerable." But Churchill's death as a hero of this country should definitely be saddened, and he helped me a lot when he was prime minister.

"I understand, I think Churchill should have no regrets when he died."