Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

She actually treated him as a dog that pounced on him and tried to snatch food?

“Hehehe…..hehehehehehehahahahahahaha, very good…very good——”

Dukare slowly stood up, only his hands were tied, but two hands were too much to make this woman who had defied the Monarch Red pay the price.

The.

"I hope your screams later can remain as calm and natural as they are now!"

He was smiling with a distorted expression at this moment, and at the same time, he began to cast his witchcraft again with his palms.

Witchcraft belonging to the blood demon.

He wanted that guy to pay the price—

"Go to hell, woman."

Blood flowed from his palm, turning into a scarlet servant ready to pounce on the opponent!

But in the next moment!

Dukalei was stunned. The chain around his waist seemed to have grown two hands out of thin air. It grabbed his blood servant like a few rabbits, and then...

A bloody mouth suddenly opened on the chain, and right in front of Ducare, the blood servants were thrown into it, making a crunching chewing sound.

The whole process even happened in just a moment.

Skadi turned her head and it seemed that something had just pounced on her, but the breath disappeared again.

When he turned around, he saw Ducare, who was looking down at the chains on his body with a look of shock.

".....Do you want some instant noodles?"

As if she had made some important decision, Skadi looked at the Blood Demon Lord with some softness in her heart.

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Chapter 86: The Tara People

Laurentina's voice was still in his ears, but Zuojian opened his eyes slightly and felt the "bodies" that were several miles away.

The addition of flesh and blood and the special structure of Columbia's body allowed Zuo Jian to control distant limbs to a higher level of precision.

Like——

Now, even if he keeps his consciousness in Laurentina's body, he can also obtain the vision and perception of another body at the same time.

Just like now...

On the top floor of the hotel, in that luxurious office, the man who had been sitting in his chair since evening, the leader of this gang slowly opened his eyes.

Although multitasking can cause some slow reactions, there is currently no good way to do it, especially...

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

The communicator at hand rang, and then two communication numbers were connected to the small screen almost at the same time, waiting for Zuo Jian to connect.

He lowered his head and looked at two different communication numbers.

One of them shows a simple "stranger"

After thinking for a moment, he really ignored the other "familiar number" and answered the "strange call" instead.

First of all, he never made any notes on the communicator, and the so-called familiarity was just a guy known to the previous owner of this body.

And the stranger....ha, are there any other strange numbers besides that one?

Unconsciously, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he spoke directly after answering the phone.

"Good morning, Doctor. What's up so early in the morning?"

[Zuojian....Huh, I have something to tell you.]

The doctor on the other end of the phone seemed a little tired, but he still cheered up and spoke.

"You talk, I'm listening carefully."

[Regarding the film you found, there is no problem in handling its follow-up matters. I will find a place in Colombia for you to connect with a company... that I know. Also, regarding what you want to do now...]

The doctor paused for a moment, then told Zuo Jian all his thoughts.

"Royalty...Draco, and Aslan?"

[Drak's bloodline is rare, and the heir with Aslan's bloodline seems to have disappeared long ago. Moreover, if Aslan stood with ordinary Filins, it would be almost difficult to tell the difference between the two with the naked eye.]

"Aslan..."

Zuo Jian was stunned and suddenly remembered the face of the blonde girl he helped a few days ago.

.....It can't be such a coincidence, right?

[In theory, an Aslan would be easier to find, but if possible, I still hope you can find a pure-blooded Draco, after all, the latter is strictly speaking more beneficial to us.]

[Ahem, if, if you can’t find it, there is another way...]

"any solution?"

The doctor seemed to hesitate for a moment, and ultimately did not tell Zuo Jian about the bold idea in his mind. He just spoke slowly.

[Another way is to... take advantage of the current conflicts in Victoria, whether it is the infected... or the Tara people.]

"Tara people..." Zuo Jian frowned slightly, as if thinking about something.

After a while, he slowly spoke.

"If I remember correctly, this information was briefly mentioned in the Terra Guide."

"It says that this land was once filled with Tara people, but as aboriginals, they were squeezed out of their living space again and again by Victorian pioneers, and eventually they could only huddle in backward and remote small towns."

[In addition to the Tara people, there are also Gaul survivors scattered in Victoria. Zuojian, you should understand what I mean.]

"Then we really need to find a way to contact them....Thanks for the reminder, Doctor."

[It's just a small matter. I will help. After all, we really need a legitimate banner right now. Whether it's a hero who rises up to resist or something else, everything needs to be named as reasonable and just.]

"Thanks."

Hang up the call, left room

Leaning back in his chair, he began to search his memory for some useful information.

In fact, when the word Tara was mentioned, some familiar memories were triggered in the gangster's brain.

strangeness.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for a gang leader to be associated with the people of Tara. It is more reasonable to assume that he is a gang leader who is backed by the Duke.

Unless...the other party is not an ordinary Tara person.

He closed his eyes, and soon a man's information began to appear in Zuo Jian's mind.

Earl of Warwick.

Film people.

.....Known as the current largest spiritual leader of the Tara people, he has accepted many persecuted Tara people in his territory...

As for why I know him...

Zuo Jian slowly stood up, opened the secret compartment according to the location he remembered, and found one list of supplies after another.

What the gang is best at is smuggling... What's more, this is the gang from Londinium.

Even if they have the support of the Duke, it does not mean that they will give up their old business.

not to mention.....

The Earl of Warwick did not seem to be smuggling anything extremely dangerous.

Most of it is just low-priced items like clothing and food that avoid tariffs.

But, there is a problem.

The left room opens the time list of the past days.

In theory, today should be the day when the earl comes to hand over the "goods".

But...why is there no movement yet?

After thinking for a moment, Zuo Jian made a decision.

For the gangsters, the count is still their distinguished guest. Even a gangster of his level has to maintain basic courtesy when facing the nobles.

So, it is reasonable to visit in person, right?

Of course, what Zuo Jian was more concerned about was to take a look at the Tara people's organization.

......

(I'm going to speed up and push the main line!

Chapter 87, Zuo Jian: Just Move

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Tiny flames ignited from the wick fixed in the wall, dancing along with the air waves rushing in from the open door, emitting an enchanting light purple flame.

Its lights filled every corner with an ominous atmosphere, adding an even more eerie feel to the not-so-spacious room.

"Love...Brana..."

The man leaning against the wall spoke weakly, a large amount of blood pouring out of his bloodstream, blocking his throat from time to time, preventing the sound from coming out of his vocal cords.

"In the end, do you have anything to say, my teacher?"

The Draco girl, wrapped in purple flames, stood quietly in front of the man, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.

"Ahem....Ahahaha...Greedy Drake, Drake with endless ambition...Ahem, you are going to kill me, are you planning to push the living environment of the Tara people into the abyss?"

Earl Warwick raised his head with difficulty, and when he asked, there was not anger in his eyes, but a little expectation.

"Even if you don't die, Tara's living environment will not change. Your actions are like wrapping a burning flame with a piece of wet paper, while most of Victoria's nobles choose to keep adding firewood to the flame."

"One day, the fire will become so strong that it will dry out and burn through your wet paper towel."

"But you can only watch like this, because... you know, there's nothing you can do."

Abrana walked forward, squatted down and stared directly at the man in front of her.

"What about you? Will you stop it from burning? Or... ahem."

"I will let it burn, or even push it back to make it burn more vigorously, and then——"

Warwick stared at Abrana, waiting for her to speak and give the answer he had already guessed.

"After they are completely burned, I will pull them up from the ashes and give them a new life."

As if hearing a satisfactory answer, Earl Warwick showed a relieved expression on his face.

Draco....Draco he had been searching for his whole life...

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

I love Brana....and...

"Rafushini..."

Whose students will you be?

In the end, only another name came out of his mouth, and the rest of the words were forever taken into the corridor of death by him in silence.

It was this call that made Abrana turn around and look at the open door behind her, where another dazed Draco was standing.

The girl at the door held the spear in her hand in disbelief, looking at her sister standing calmly in front of their "teacher" and adoptive father.

Or rather, in front of his dead body.

"Sister...sister?"

Ravshini seemed to have never been so aware as she was now...she had never truly understood the relative who shared the same blood with her.

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In the high-rise building of Londinium, Zuo Jian sat quietly aside, looking at the list of various supplies.

Logically speaking,

The Earl of Warwick was not one to equivocate on such matters.