After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

But unexpectedly, Esveda noticed it.

Obviously, according to his inherent impression created by those comics and books in his previous life, vampires should be old and stubborn, full of decay, and sleep in coffins all day long.

"When the new era comes, if our blood race continues to stand still as usual, we will only be unable to keep up and be abandoned by the wave of the new era."

"So, on behalf of the Millennium City, I want to cooperate with the Black Tower. At that time, the Millennium City will send some of its people to the Black Tower for further study."

"and--"

Esveda's gaze was undisguised, staring straight at Ciel's side face.

"I'm actually quite interested in arcane arts and the mysteries of the wizarding world."

Ciel naturally had no intention of rejecting Esveda's proposal.

The original intention of the establishment of the Black Tower was not to dominate and compete in the world like other forces, but to build a platform for spreading arcane arts and allowing wizards to communicate with each other.

As for the concept that Shire wants to promote, although it has made some progress through the dissemination of the Black Tower Bookstore and the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce in the past few years, it is limited to the sphere of influence of the human kingdom.

Places such as the Lost Island and the King's Court of Giants have always had a strong rejection of foreign goods and cultures because of their single ethnicity.

Shire tried to open up the market several times, but in the end all had little success.

Now taking the blood race as a precedent can be regarded as a successful case for the heterogeneous market.

"The wizard of the blood race... sounds very interesting."

Ciel nodded towards Esveda, agreeing to Esveda's proposal.

Although according to the traditional concept, as a silver race, the vampires are born with abilities such as bat transformation and enchanting magic eye, as well as extremely strong self-healing ability and immortality. They are simply natural melee professionals. Take it to learn Spells are simply wasteful.

But Charles didn't think so——

Come on, a mage with a bat-like invincibility time that is no different from Hearthstone, and who is so fleshy that he can't be killed, is super cool, okay?

If you go to learn some powerful spells that don't distinguish between enemy and friend, you can directly form a combination technique.

When the time comes to catch the enemy, rely on the self-healing ability to drag the opponent to self-destruct, and then directly use the bat to avoid the explosion. Even if there is some damage in the middle, you can rely on the immortality of the vampire to recover without damage.

Such a self-explosive truck is very handsome when you think about it..

Moreover, the vampires have an extremely long lifespan as a long-lived species, and they only need to train one vampire wizard to continuously add bricks and tiles to the Great Library of the Black Tower.

"and--"

Charles suddenly recalled a past event from his spiritual ocean.

"At the beginning, I also made a deal with one of your clansmen."

"So, maybe the Black Tower and the Blood Race are related by fate."

Hear Ciel's words.

In Esveda's beautiful crimson eyes, an indescribable brilliance flashed.

"Is it--"

"Then maybe His Majesty Shire and I really have some fate."

Esveda smiled lightly, holding back the urge to blurt out, and confessed to Charles that she was the blood girl you saved back then.

Her heart is as clear as a mirror.

In the final analysis, the bond between him and Shire was nothing more than a transaction.

In other words, it was more like a helping hand extended by the other party.

Now ten years have passed.

For Charles, who has become a legend now, what happened back then is probably just a past event that makes him smile when he occasionally thinks about it.

If she just wanted to have a relationship with Shire and become a close friend.

Then she can naturally tell about this past, and maybe she can use this to narrow the distance.

but--

Esveda looked into her heart.

Ten years ago, the throbbing in my heart——

Perhaps it was because the hunted escaped through hardships and hardships, and the subconscious dependence on the black-haired boy beside him took the majority.

However, so-called memories can beautify a person.

In the past ten years or so, she has experienced the trial after trial as the true ancestor of the blood race in the Millennium City.And the long practice of loneliness.

Every time it was difficult to persevere, it was the thoughts and memories that lingered in her heart when she dreamed back at midnight, which gave her the motivation to persevere.

To this day——

At the end of the fantasy assessment, I saw the black-haired and black-eyed boy in my memory again.

Esveda asked herself with the state of mind of the true ancestor of the blood race——

Even if the beautification of memories is excluded, and the dependence caused by the suspension bridge effect is excluded..

There is no doubt that he has indeed developed some affection for Charles.

Esveda stretched out her fair fingers, and gently stroked her chest, suppressing the inexplicable throbbing in her heart rationally, preventing the surging emotions deep in her heart from venting.

If you just want to be an ordinary friend with a close relationship, then naturally it doesn't matter.

However, if you want to transform the hazy feelings in your heart into a realistic future that is within reach.

The past between himself and Shire may instead become a shackle of entanglement.

Which man would fall in love with a drag bottle behind him?No matter how beautiful the oil bottle is.

In Esveda's eyes, like Ciel, who seemed to be bathed in sunshine, he shouldn't be dragged down by other people's fetters.

He should always be so high-spirited, walk on his own path without hesitation, become a role model and direction for everyone, and not be dragged down by anyone.

Because of this, what Charles needs is definitely not a good-looking vase——

It is a partner who is independent and powerful but also has the same interests, who can overcome obstacles with him, hand in hand, and rely on each other.

And what I have to do is to become a person who is qualified to walk side by side with Shire as the new identity of the true ancestor of the blood race.

"Esveda."

The true ancestor of the blood race whispered silently to himself.

"It's true love that you started today..."

Here, Ciel and Esveda are talking happily.

After all, even among the wizards in the Arcane City, there are not too many wizards who can understand Shire's philosophy, let alone a blood clan.

And Esveda played the role of a qualified listener in this way, listening quietly by the side, often nodding obediently.

On the sofa beside him, Claude was picking up a monthly report of the Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce and reviewing it.

In his other free hand, he was still holding a sample of Coke given to him by Charles, and he took a sip from time to time, looking quite comfortable.

But immediately, his leisure was broken by the reminder sound from the sound transmission spar.

"Strange, it's summer, why do you suddenly feel a little cold?"

Claude put down the report, rubbed his hands, and picked up the sound transmission spar with some puzzlement.

Silvia?

It's obviously in the same room, why do you need to make a sound transmission..

Claude looked behind him puzzled.

Then, he felt the chill that was almost condensed into substance behind him.

"Charles—"

He looked at the two people in front of him who were having a good conversation, and then at behind him, although he was still reading the newspaper on the surface, but in fact, the Holy Maiden of Dawn glanced five times in ten seconds, and instantly understood the whole story. .

Claude was helpless.

After thinking for a moment, he walked to Shire's side and took out a crystal ball with colorful luster.

"Come, help me try the new products of our Golden Deer Chamber of Commerce."

"Then, Your Majesty Shire, I still have something to do, so I will leave first."

Seeing Claude's arrival, Esveda politely got up and left.

Although she was still a little reluctant, Esveda was very clear about the truth that she should be down-to-earth step by step, and she couldn't become fat in one go.

In the previous conversation with Shire, she had already requested that she be the representative of the blood race and become the emissary of the blood race in the Black Tower.

This has laid a solid foundation for the plan she has set in her heart.

And after that, it's a process of slowly increasing the favorability step by step.

"So, what is this?"

Ciel watched Esveda leave, then turned to look at Claude.

With his mental strength, he can naturally perceive that this crystal ball with colorful luster is not simple.

Among them, several magic circles are inscribed with extremely fine technology, and the structure of the magic circle has many shadows of the illusion school.

"Illusion card."

Claude handed Ciel a manual.

"I got the inspiration from the assessment hallucinations of the Extraordinary Academy before, combined with the chess, auto chess, Monopoly and some card games that you and I mentioned."

"The profit of the newspaper is still too low. I plan to use this thing to make the afternoon tea time of those nobles play the remaining value."

Charles took the manual and glanced at it, his eyes lit up: "It's interesting."

Although it is said to be a "illusion card".

But in Shire's view, the rules of the game engraved in this crystal ball are actually more similar to Shire's previous civilization or a national war management game like Warcraft 3.

Each player will play the role of the monarch of one of the countries, develop power and army, and take the elimination of other players' countries as the victory condition.

and--

It may be that Claude was inspired by Shire's suggestion. He also creatively added turn-based, card-drawing and other mechanisms to the game rules to enhance randomness.

Since the crystal ball is engraved with a simple fantasy formation, the playability has also increased a lot. Every player can enter it personally and personally command the army under his command to fight.

The so-called hobbies of men are key politics, even the people of the Western Continent are no exception.

This game can be said to have perfectly hit every man's pain point, and even Shire has a little bit of interest.

"Well, do you want to try a plate?"

Charles glanced at Claude, thinking of the opponent's disastrous record in playing cards with him: "If you are the only opponent, it would be too unchallenging."

"Don't talk nonsense, take the number."

"I reject."

Charles shook his head.

"If there is no suspense in the outcome of a game, then there is no fun in playing."

The voice did not fall.

Charles then saw the Dawn Saintess who came to him and Claude at some point.

And the Holy Pegasus knight who was following Sylvia at this time, with a pretty face full of helplessness.

"Poor thing, Charles."

"Looking for someone to play poker with and can't find enough friends to play with.."

Although it says so.

But in Sylvia's beautiful blue eyes, excitement and joy were clearly shining.