Chapter 7 Longevity Species (Part 1)

Robick sat down on a quaint reception chair cautiously, with a restrained expression, without any pomp and majesty as a first-level security chief.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the tricolor iris logo on the side of the study and a portrait of a kind old man.

Robick knew very well that even the Earl, the lord who holds a city and a territory and holds real power, cannot easily sit here and talk to the powerful but extremely elegant young nobleman opposite him.

Not to mention the little chief of security?

"Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to see me." Robick bowed his head respectfully and said softly.

"Please don't say that! With your qualifications and status, it is more than enough to be my teacher-this is what my late father said." The young man with iron-colored curly hair, round face and thick lips smiled friendly, as if joking. Authentic: "Although he and I are not at odds with each other in terms of taste in wine, but in terms of respect for you, Lord Dilla, we can be said to be of the same mind as father and son."

A warm current rushed into his heart, and Robic nodded quickly: "The old duke is a respected, generous and caring adult, and you are no less inferior in this regard."

The young man paused when he heard that, and looked at the portrait in the study.

The old prince's smile was as kind and amiable as before.

After a few seconds, the young man recovered from his contemplation.

"I'm very sorry, it's been two years, but I'm still—I hope I didn't embarrass him." The young man shook his head with a wry smile, stood up, and with a fleeting, sad smile, he looked faintly into the distance , sighed leisurely: "Sometimes I think, if my father is still—"

"I'd rather hear him scold me more."

Robick was a little embarrassed. On the one hand, he also missed the kind old duke very much. On the other hand, he felt that the young duke's revealing of his true feelings was a very personal matter, and he should not intervene indiscriminately.

Fortunately, the little duke turned around in time, put away his nostalgia, and solved the embarrassment of the old duke with a joke:

"—as long as he doesn't mention the alcohol thing."

Hearing this, Robic and the young man laughed tacitly.

As we all know, the old duke likes to drink Exeter's rye spirits, and the young duke prefers to drink fine grape wine from the Principality of Sera. For this reason, the two have been red-faced in front of the three-color iris family emblem more than once, even It was so troublesome that it almost drew a sword duel. Only the old Duchess and the lovely Miss Hilley could stop them at the dinner table with murderous and coquettish eyes.

With just a few words from the young man, the restraint and embarrassment in the room just now disappeared.

Amidst the laughter, the young man put down the precious agarwood pipe in his hand, walked to the side bar, and picked up a bottle of wine without a label.

"I'm sorry, I'm not a smoker, but I just went to the racecourse to talk to a few seniors." The young man explained with a wry smile, "So I hope that holding a pipe will make you look a bit older—they'd rather pay attention to it." He is a stumbled horse, and he is not willing to listen to a young boy peddling his plan to suppress bandits."

The sharp-eyed Robic noticed that among the various grape wines on the wine table, there was a bottle of rye spirits placed abruptly. Although it had never been opened, it was meticulously preserved and spotless.

Thinking of the old Duke who passed away, Robic couldn't help being moved.

This was the first time he met the new Duke privately in the two years after the old Duke Kevin Dill passed away, but in just a few minutes, the young Duke, who was approachable and well-behaved, had already impressed the Chief of Police. profound.

It is worthy of being the six giants that have been passed down for thousands of years, it is worthy of being the tricolor iris of "Rather_die_for_friends_than_foes" (Rather_die_for_friends_than_foes), and it is worthy of being the son of the old duke. It seems that there are successors to the Cavendir family.

The Chief of the Police Department bowed slightly, and then replied affirmatively: "Only those who lack talent will talk about their qualifications. I believe,

Lord Duke, your character and talent are more than enough to make up for this. "

"Thank you very much," the little duke picked up two glasses of red wine with a wry smile, and handed a glass to Robick, "This sentence came from the mouth of the youngest chief of the police department, which really relieved me a lot—knowing that Duke Cullen How did you encourage me?"

Robic happily took the red wine—his restraint had disappeared since then—and watched the little duke imitate the tone and posture of the potbellied east coast duke with irony.

"Don't worry, little Zhann! You know, your father and I both grew up spanked by the former king—" the little duke twisted his expression, imitating Duke Cullen, and said in a rough voice with a blushing face: "— —so, if anyone questions our credentials, we'll show our asses!"

Robick and the little duke laughed heartily again, then clinked glasses happily and drank it down in one gulp.

The low profile of the high-ranking person can always maximize the favor of the low-ranking person.

After the cordial and friendly greetings, we finally got down to business.

The little duke finally frowned.

"Need a large number of corpses? Old friends? Banquet?" The young Duke Kevin Dill asked suspiciously, "That person really said that?"

Robick nodded solemnly: "He said he was under your command, but as far as I know—"

"No matter how insane I am, I will never give such an order!" Duke Cavendir put down his wine glass with a serious face, and waved decisively.

Seeing the actions of the little duke, Robic was finally completely relieved.

"I'm just a novice who is not familiar with government affairs, and I haven't paid attention to the contact with the Blood Bottle Gang for a long time-but you are an experienced security officer who has been familiar with the world. What do you think of this?" The little duke raised his head, asked seriously.

The young duke's humility and respect made Robic very useful, so he offered his opinion wholeheartedly:

"As far as I know, the need to consume corpses is rare. Mysterious magicians have long since disappeared, and the priests of evil gods or demons have not appeared for a long time, and the blood bottles can't always be for the development of medicine and healing. ——So the rest are those races that live on corpses or blood element." Robic analyzed carefully.

Jann Cavendir nodded slowly, closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and after more than ten seconds, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head to stare at Robic, and said in disbelief:

"Longevity species?"

Robic nodded affirmatively.

The little duke let out a long sigh.

The Chief of the Police Department stopped talking. He knew that all he had to do next was to wait for this young, promising and powerful nobleman to make a final decision.

"In an orderly and gradual way, through bribery and win-win, bring underground gangsters into the kingdom's system and laws—" The young duke's expression was unkind, and he began to pace the room slowly with his hands behind his back, which made Robbie Ke couldn't help but think of the old duke, "—this is the governance policy that my great-grandfather has been ordered to implement since the reign of King Kessel IV. For decades, the Blood Bottle Gang is a fruitful example."

"But now it seems that once they get caught up in gangsters, they will inevitably reveal their lawless nature." The little duke frowned, choosing his words carefully: "Of course there are reasons why emerging gangsters squeeze their living space, but Blindly conniving is certainly not a long-term solution."

"Using Red Square Street to set up an ambush, unreasonably endangering the lives and properties of the kingdom's residents, and even alarming the imperial meeting, making His Majesty angry and questioning, is already too much, and even the evil deeds are obvious—"

The young duke's face was solemn and majestic, and his words were firm and harsh. Every word hit Robic's heart just right, making him feel admiration:

"—and after the failure of the internal struggle, instead of restraining my temper and licking my wounds, I actually wanted to jump over the wall in a hurry, use the power of the outside world and other races to turn around, and even threatened the Kingdom's Security Office in my name to demand the bodies of the citizens."

"It's simply ridiculous!"

Robic lowered his head, waiting for the final verdict from the tricolor iris.

"Ashford!" The little duke shouted sharply, and a gray-haired old butler in formal attire entered in response.

Robick recognized that this was Ashford, the most trusted butler of the old duke, and nodded his head quickly.

The old butler returned the salute meticulously, and then listened to the little master's order:

"The contact with the Blood Bottle Gang, who is it recently—forget it, no matter who it is, you will let him come to my study to explain later!"

"Send a team, raise the tri-color iris flag, and ask the blood bottle gang who can talk - the favorite general who threatened my father, the police officer of the kingdom, they must give me an account of this!"

"Send another team, bring an extreme end knight, and find out their new guests, those wild wolves or vampires who have desecrated corpses and blood! "behavior, don't need to ask, just bring their heads to me—forget it, it's too dirty—feed them to the dogs!"

"Prepare the carriage and clothes. My itinerary is ahead of schedule. I will go to the Fuxing Palace next week. Well, after all, it's about the gangsters and grassroots. I don't know if His Majesty would like to listen to me—"

"Let me tell you about the secret department of the Kingdom. It's time for Lord Morat to pay attention to the Feast Leader and Yemang Mountain! The Immortal Seed enjoys corpses in the King's Capital? Hmph! When was the last time they gathered in the King's City? The Year of Blood? If you let I know that those vampires and wolves are ready to interfere in internal affairs and subvert the stars—"

Hearing this, Robick knew that he could not listen any longer, bowed quickly, and exited the study under the Duke's friendly and encouraging eyes.

Behind him, the little duke was still dissatisfied with instructing his housekeeper.

The chief of security stepped out of the gate of the Kevin Dill family manor, and breathed out a sigh of relief. Tonight, he asked the Duke's intentions clearly, and he would not suffer from discord with the Blood Bottle Gang.

Most importantly, he met Duke Jann Cavendeer himself, and sincerely felt—

There is still hope for this decaying old kingdom.

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After confirming that Robick had left the manor, the butler Ashford silently closed the door of the study.

Duke Jann closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sat down on the chair.

"I really admire him, a man in his forties still has so much blood—" Zhan En kneaded the bridge of his nose, moving elegantly to relieve fatigue, with a tired face: "It seems that he can really change It's like something. It's a pity, taking care of the self-esteem of subordinates is a compulsory course for superiors."

"My lord is very optimistic about his talent—besides, maybe he is more worried that the discord with the Blood Bottle Gang will affect your perception, my lord." Ashford poured out for his master calmly. After drinking a glass of fine wine, he walked back to the wine counter and began to wipe down a lot of wine bottles, especially the bottle of rye alcohol.

"Speaking of the Blood Bottle Gang." Zhan En picked up the wine glass and took a sip, feeling the sweetness.

But he shook his head immediately and said with a helpless expression: "It's really dumbfounding to openly go to the security office to get the corpse. Magicians are all magic apprentices. I thought they would have corresponding wisdom."

"Their leader, the Qi Magician, disappeared during last night's battle." Ashford silently reminded his master, "Moreover, the fiasco of the Blood Bottle Gang has left them short on manpower. The blood and food for Corleone's family are all missing—hence the bad plan." Ashford didn't even look at Jan En, but concentrated on wiping the bottle of strong wine that the old duke had never been willing to drink before his death.

"The price of losing this kind of battle that must be won is indeed very high." Zhan En pondered, shaking the goblet in his hand lightly.

"However, you have to make up for your own mistakes."

"The Exeter Mission will enter the country next month. I'm afraid the manpower scheduled to be drawn from the Blood Bottle Gang will not be available." Zhan En looked down at the wine in the glass, inhaling the aroma of the wine with a worried face.

He closed his eyes, let out a deep breath, slowly unbuttoned his collar, and took another sip of his wine.

With the wine in his throat, Zhan En looked up and saw the portrait of his father.

That kind smile made Zhan En feel even more burdened.

"At least the Corleone family responded to your invitation the fastest, and the letters to other people have also been secretly sent. According to their relationship with Iris, I believe there will be a reply soon." Ashford said lightly.

"Hmph, the Corleone family - the head of the 'lower seven branches' in the Kingdom of the Night, but only three people and some blood slaves came." Zhan En frowned and poured the wine at the bottom of the glass, closed his eyes, and said softly Rubbing his temples: "That's not how they traditionally do."

Ashford lowered his head, signaling that he was listening.

"A wealthy blood family rich in blood-born dukes for many generations, wanting blood, is like a beggar in the lower city. It is enough to absorb the blood of the corpse, but it can't wait to reach out for the living blood, and it also needs ordinary blood. And super players." Zhan En slowly opened his eyes.

Zhan En's eyes became darker and deeper. He took the drink from Ashford and said quietly:

"What a pity."

"After all, you are the one who 'invites' them to come, and the host who provides 'board and lodging'." Ashford silently put emphasis on the sentence to remind his host.

"They concealed the truth—the truth about the recent situation of the Corleone family." Zhan En said expressionlessly. He closed his eyes and let out a breath to calm himself down. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were already cold and stern: "Any surprise could disrupt our plans."

Just listen to him say in a deep voice:

"Let Seychelles and Cassian take four teams of knights to Vinegrass Manor."

"First talk to Nekla and beat the Blood Bottle Gang. As long as they don't make trouble, Iris guarantees their survival."

"Since you are the loser, why are you still jumping up and down?"

"Then there are those three vampires from the Eastern Continent."

Jann Cavendir's tone was resolute and unquestionable. The expression on his round face was obviously calm, yet unreasonably terrifying.

"Find out their hidden secrets."

"If they don't cooperate—"

"Draft an official letter to Xiri Temple. The Kevin Dill family has always been loyal to His Majesty Xiri. Attached are the heads of three vampires and say hello."

"The information line sent to the Eastern Continent—I want to know all the recent major events in the Kingdom of the Night."

"These three blood races are no longer available. Let's find someone else to do that."

Duke Jane gently put down the cup in his hand.

Compared to this, King Kessel will be forty-eight years old next year, and all the kings of the previous generations chose their heirs at this age point (the time when Star Lor reincarnated four times in the starry sky). This is a critical moment for the replacement of the throne, and the see-saw and contest with the other five giants is the key.

If Canxing is destined to become extinct.

Then Leinster Cavendir, who has always been fighting by the side of Tormund I, will let his equally outstanding descendants, let his tricolor iris flag, take over the oath of the revived king.

In that way, I can have enough power to...

Thinking of this, Zhan En felt that his shoulders were heavier and stronger.

But when he thought of the fat Duke Cullen, Zhan En's pupils moved slightly, and he chuckled lightly, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Ashford put down the wine bottle in his hand, bowed perfectly without discerning his expression, and took the order to leave.

"By the way, even though it's a trivial matter, let Seychelles ask Nekla."

Jann raised his head and saw Duke Kevin Dill under the tricolor iris, and added with deep eyes:

"How's the test going on about the Mindis hall?"