No one could react in time. They were all stunned.
"You —" Nikolay was still in shock, but he realized that Thales was shouting at him.
'Wild — wild dog?'
The Red Viper's expression changed from puzzlement to shock, and finally to embarrassment and anger.
"What did you say? Damn little bastard!"
One of the Blood Bottle Gang members poked his colleague beside him and made an expression that said 'things are not good'.
The handsome Istrone reacted to the situation. His expression became very interesting and rich. Twitching and trembling flew at the same time. His expression was one of embarrassment.
'This little bastard can really act. Is he a character in a play in Dark Night Temple?'
Nikolay clenched his fists. He could feel his subordinates exchanging glances with each other. Their boss was humiliated by a child under the command of a vampire!
'This bastard!
How dare he — how dare he — even the Blood Mystic, who was known for her cruelty and brutality, did not humiliate him like this! '
Anger spread to Nikolay's brain. He glared at Istrone fiercely, as if he wanted to dig out a piece of flesh from his face!
In Nikolay's opinion, he was fulfilling his duty by asking about the progress of the mission on behalf of the duke.
However, what did that pretty boy do?
'This damn vampire.' He turned his head and gestured to his little follower.
Then, the little bastard took a step forward in tacit understanding.
With that infuriating expression, he told Nikolay to "scram, lowly wild dog"? '
After listening to the little bastard's words, the expression on the vampire's face was that of a sinister grin.
He was enjoying the pleasure of humiliating him!
'I was threatened by the big green skin, rejected by the Tricolor Iris Flowers, forced by the damn vampire, and now, this little bastard …'
Thales looked at the gradually changing expression of the leader of the Blood Bottle Gang in front of him. While he was still considering whether he should add more ingredients, he saw his vision blur!
The Red Viper had used his lightning-fast speed and skill to grab his neck with one hand and lift him up from the ground!
Thales immediately felt that his breathing was not smooth.
This was not the first time he was strangled!
Thales held his face. Just like last time, he reached out to grab the strangler's right hand. But this time, he only felt that he was grabbing a piece of steel-like skin!
Nikolay's beard grew larger in front of his eyes, his ferocious expression trembling as his mouth opened and closed.
The Red Viper stared at the vampire in front of him.
"Pretty boy! Your little pet — "
But before he could finish, a karate chop suddenly appeared in front of him!
Nikolay had no choice but to let go and retreat instantly!
Boom!
The two of them stood still.
With a gloomy expression, Nikolay caught Istrone's hand blade that was aimed at his head from the side.
"Since you know that it's my pet, don't move," the blond Istrone said with a disgusted expression. "Mortal!"
Thales fell to the ground out of thin air. Out of habit (?) He began to cough dryly.
He swore to himself that he would never let anyone choke him again.
That feeling was too painful.
The Blood Bottle Gang members around them became nervous. Many of them had unfriendly expressions as they placed their hands on the weapons at their waists.
"Pretty boy." Nikolay's face was already expressionless, but Thales could feel his gloomy mood slowly rising. The Red Viper let go of the Blood Clansman's hand and slowly enunciated each word clearly.
"Why don't you try calling me that again?"
'This mortal isn't fast, but his combat instincts and experience aren't bad. He actually managed to grab my right hand.
'Even if I can suppress him in terms of speed, I still need to be more cautious when dealing with such a person. I can't tell that he's already an elite close to supreme class.' Istrone's heart sank as he thought about his next move.
"What's with that unhappy expression?" Istrone's gaze sharpened. "Did I say something wrong? You —"
In the next second, the blond noble suddenly shouted angrily.
"— Mortal!"
Before he could finish speaking …
Nikolay's fist and Istrone's palm met in the air.
In Thales' eyes, the world seemed to have stopped the moment the fist and palm met.
But in the next moment, the sound and the air seemed to ripple at the same time.
* Bang! *
When time seemed to flow again, the gust of wind brought about by their fight suddenly blew past Thales' face, forcing him to close his eyes.
* Bang! Bang! *
Another two gusts of wind blew past him. Thales rolled with his eyes closed and moved a few meters back to avoid the gust of wind around Istrone and Nikolay.
"You're using this kind of speed?" The blond Blood Clansman laughed strangely and moved again.
Knowing that he was not fast enough, Nikolay clenched his teeth and threw his next punch.
Istrone's figure moved like a ghost, moving from one fixed frame to the next.
Nikolay's figure was like a continuous mechanical wheel, moving at high speed and becoming increasingly fierce.
Both of them looked fanatical and exchanged six blows in an instant.
The gust of wind brought about by their fists and palms forced the Blood Bottle Gang members around them to raise their arms to block. They were unable to intervene.
Thales remembered the fight between Jala and Ralf when they were moving at extreme speeds. However, that was a battle of agility and dexterity. The opponent before him now was more like a battle of explosiveness and strength.
Istrone's figure moved a step back while Nikolay's left foot moved a step back. They stared at each other fiercely.
'That's not right! 'Why is this mortal from the gang moving faster and faster? 'In the end, he actually managed to keep up with my speed?' This was Istrone frowning.
'Hmph! 'What a slippery vampire. My next move will make you fall!' This was Nikolay with a ferocious expression.
At that moment, both of them had solemn expressions. They could feel the difficulty and tenacity of their opponent.
The next exchange of blows came without warning.
"Vampire!"
Nikolay roared furiously. His red coat fell to the ground and his body rotated evenly. As the blood vessels in his right arm bulged, he threw his right fist, which was equally bold and fast, at the Blood Clansman's chest.
"Mortal."
Istrone snorted in disdain. Immediately after, he bared his fangs furiously and a bloody mist appeared around his body. His figure flickered between reality and illusion. The fingers of his right hand turned into visible sharp claws. He opened his palm and sliced through the air to grab Nikolay's throat.
Thales felt a chill in his heart. Imitating the actions of the Blood Bottle Gang members around him, he quickly raised his arms in front of his body to block. He was prepared to receive the next blow, which could also be the most powerful gust of wind.
Both parties' attacks, which had accumulated their strength, intersected in the air!
Thales shut his eyes tightly.
However, the expected gust of wind and loud noise did not come!
"Since we've already greeted each other," an old voice said leisurely, "let's disperse."
Thales slowly opened his eyes.
Istrone's sharp claws and Nikolay's heavy fists were caught tightly in the hands of an old noble with a face as pale and gloomy as a dead man's.
The strength and energy from before seemed to have dissipated silently in the old man's palm just like that.
That wasn't right. Even if he managed to block their attacks, there should be a buffer and inertia, right? How could such a level of intersecting power be soundless?
Thales thought in shock.
The old man turned his head left and right to look at both of them. He saw that Istrone's expression was one of indignation, while Nikolay's expression was one of wariness and surprise.
A Limiteer, the Red Viper thought to herself. This was an expert in the Limiteer realm! This was a strength that only Vampire Counts, or even Marquises, possessed! There weren't many of such people even in the "Upper Six Branches" of the Blood Clan in Grand Banquet Hill!
The old man flashed an ugly smile and let go of his hands in an instant. The two people who were fighting each other tacitly took a step back.
"Mister Nikolay, there is no need to compete with young people. Please leave." His dry lips opened and closed like a puppet.
Nikolay looked at his subordinates around him and saw that their faces were filled with fear and nervousness.
'Damn it, today is really unlucky.'
He understood a little. If the Blood Mystic did not return, everything with the Blood Bottle Gang would not go smoothly.
'It looks like I have to personally go to Steel City and invite her back at all costs.'
Nikolay snorted fiercely. He looked at the old man, then at Istrone, who was still provoking him with his gaze. He gritted his teeth and said,
"Good, good, good.
I hope that the duke and his Knights of Eradication will be as good-tempered as I am. "
The redness on Nikolay's face had not disappeared, but he did not say anything else. He waved his hand and left with the others.
"Little bastard, when they suck all the blood in your body …"
When Nikolay walked out of the manor, he turned around and glared at Thales. His tone was full of viciousness. "Don't scream too miserably."
He took the jacket handed to him by his subordinate and put it on. The people from the Blood Bottle Gang left the manor.
Thales quietly exhaled in his heart.
He had muddled through.
He had muddled through the matter at Mindis Hall.
He was temporarily safe.
However, the strange old man's next words made Thales' heart rise again.
"So, young friend … I guess you should be related to their mission at Mindis Hall … right?"
Chris Corleone turned his head around like a puppet. His wrinkled lips parted and he smiled. "Tricolor Iris Flowers and Blood Bottle Gang … seem to be very interested in you?"
"So, you are saying that on the second day after you brought him here. You, Count Gilbert Caso, His Majesty's most trusted attendant, the former Foreign Affairs Minister, the leader and signatory of the 'Fortress Treaty', and you, His Majesty's most reliable secret protector, the 'Nameless Man' Yodel Cato, whose background even I do not know … "
This was a mature female voice. After the sun had set, it rang from the roof of Mindis Hall.
"… Just like that, His Majesty's only child and heir was lost!"
Gilbert and Yodel lowered their heads slightly in front of this mature and steady forty-year-old black-haired, charming woman who was dressed in the standard green and blue uniform of a first-class female official.
'Even though I was prepared for this person's arrival, I really did not expect to meet her under such circumstances,' Gilbert thought to himself.
Once he thought of her special and awkward identity, Gilbert felt a headache.
It was probably the same for Yodel, who was beside him.
"Yes, Madam Jines," Gilbert said quietly. His tone was full of hatred and regret.
Yodel did not make a sound, but he slowly clenched his left fist.
"You have been searching around for an hour, and you did not find any clues?"
"Yes, Madam Jines," Gilbert said in shame.
The gears on Yodel's mask turned.
"Then, the only thing we can rely on …" Madam Jines pointed at the lamp in her hand. With a sarcastic and angry tone, she said unhurriedly, "… is this broken lamp and the small tinder in Yodel's arms?"
"Yes, Madam Jines." It was still the pitiful Gilbert.
Jines did not say anything else. She stared at them with a displeased expression for a very long time.
Gilbert's heart sank further.
After a long while, Jines finally spoke through her nose.
"Hmph."
She closed her eyes and slowly said, "His Majesty's forty-eighth birthday is near.
"His Majesty's forty-eighth birthday is just around the corner. I'm sure that the Six Great Clans are going all out. They want to force His Majesty to agree to appoint a crown prince from among the nobles, be it in the form of adopting a son or adopting a son.
"And that child is our only hope in the darkness."
Jines took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and enunciated each word clearly.
"In the end, all of you made him! Throw! Away! "
Gilbert and Yodel lowered their heads even more.
"Men are really unreliable."
Jines placed the Bloodline Lamp on the ceiling of the hall and exhaled in disdain. "Come, mobilize everyone. We will start searching from the scene of the child's disappearance!
"Even if that child is really as smart as you say, we cannot just wait for that lamp. This will only prove our incompetence and cowardice!"
Under the night sky, the charming and mature female official suddenly turned her head around and roared angrily in a reprimanding tone.
"Why are you still standing there?!"
It was only then that Gilbert and Yodel seemed to have suddenly snapped out of their stupor and walked forward.
"You two useless men, you'd better — use — some — care — for — me!"
Istrone made Thales sit on a chair in the inner hall of the manor.
He swallowed hard and moved his butt a little to the side, away from the sticky red.
If one ignored the dried corpses that could be seen everywhere in the hall, the dried and wet bloodstains on the dining table and the floor, and the three people in front of him who were obviously not normal people, this place was pretty good.
The prince looked at the man, woman, and old man in front of him and smiled awkwardly and in a friendly manner.
"It really is an excellent blood source! This fragrance … Oh my God, Istrone, looks like I have underestimated you in the past. I thought you just went out for a walk with that group of humans. "
The sexy woman with the red ponytail was so excited that her eyes shone. She bent down and scrutinized Thales carefully.
Thales only opened his mouth and smiled foolishly.
His instincts told him that other than showing friendliness and cooperation, it was inappropriate for him to do anything else right now.
He also thought about secretly cutting his hand.
But he was certain that these three people's sense of smell toward blood was definitely more sensitive than Morris' Angry Wolfhound.
Istrone's heart skipped a beat when he heard his cousin's words. Fortunately, as a member of the Blood Clan, he would not blush. However, he still hesitantly extended his hand and pulled Rolana, who was almost drooling on Thales back a little.
In his heart, he had already raised the level of suspicion and danger of that brat to the same level as the merfolk in Crystal Wall City and the priestess of Sunrise Temple.
"Rolana, be careful. There's something wrong with this brat. It's best not to talk too much with him. If it were up to me, we should just connect the blood extractor and the feeding tube and lock him in a coffin," the golden-haired Blood Clansman said awkwardly.
"The target that the Duke of Iris Flowers deliberately pursued lives in the heavily-guarded property of the royal family. He orders the first-class Blood Clan knights of the Corleone Family around without even realizing it," the deathly still old man said quietly. Beside him, Istrone turned his face away awkwardly. "Of course there's something wrong with this brat! At the very least, we have to dig out the secrets from his mouth. "
"I'm good at this." Rolana lay on the dining table to Thales' left and licked her lips at him. "Make a small cut on his wrist and hang him upside down. While interrogating him, he can also satisfy his cravings. Not a single drop will be wasted. I heard from my mother that this is what the Loriloa Family does."
Istrone hesitated for a moment. Chris the butler had left an indelible shadow in his life as he grew up, and the old man's merciless reprimand just now had severely damaged his confidence. However, Istrone still muttered, "I think it's better to just get rid of him. With our current situation, I have a feeling that this brat will bring us trouble — "
"Shut up, idiot!" The old man, Chris, rudely interrupted Istrone.
'If this young man did not have such a personality, with his skills, how could he still be a mere Blood Clan knight of the Corleone Family for three hundred years? A smart person like Rolana would have become a Blood Clan baron a long time ago! '
Due to the old man's accumulated power, the blond noble took a step back in fear.
But it was already too late.
A thought flashed in Thales' mind.
"With our current situation," Thales acutely grasped this information.
'So, their situation is not too good?'
'First of all, if they were mercenaries or allies of the' duke 'and completed the mission, at least the commission and reward would have been provided by the employer, right? 'How is it not good?'
'Second, they did not hand themselves over to the Blood Bottle Gang immediately. This could be interpreted as them competing with the Blood Bottle Gang for credit in front of their common' duke '.
'But judging from Istrone's words, they did not even have the intention to hand themselves over to the' duke '!
'So, are they planning to get the secret out of my mouth? 'Enjoy it themselves?
'Then there are not many explanations left.
'They are not the' duke's' mercenaries or allies, but another independent force!
'This might be where my chance of survival lies.'
After the old man reprimanded Istrone, he did not say anything. He only stared at Thales, giving him great psychological pressure.
The boy knew that he could not remain silent anymore.
'Since that's the case, I'll give it a try based on my previous reasoning.'
Thales chuckled. "I say, maybe we can sit down and talk?
"Then we can exchange information. Who knows, we might coincidentally find out that we are actually allies?"
Chris' expression became even more gloomy. His eyes flashed like a frame skip, and he suddenly stood one inch in front of Thales!
There was not even a gust of wind.
Thales' heart thundered.
'I'll just treat it as if I'm watching a horror film.
'And it's a 4D one.'
"This is a good suggestion, young Sir. Let's exchange information." Chris flashed an ugly smile again.
The way he addressed Thales reminded him of Gilbert, and his words made Thales feel relieved.
Until the old man's next sentence.
"Then, our information is that your life is in our hands."
Thales heaved a long sigh in his heart.
'How unlucky, to have met someone who doesn't play by the rules.'
Chris slowly raised his still, malicious gaze.
"Then, may I ask, what about your information?"
Just as Thales was frantically thinking about his next step, something strange happened.
* Thud thud! *
The dull thud of a heavy object knocking on the ceiling of the hall suddenly rang out!
The expressions of the three Blood Clansmen changed at the same time! Even the old man Chris was no exception!
* Thud thud! Thud thud! *
Another dull thud rang out! It came from the ceiling!
The three Blood Clansmen exchanged glances. They were both surprised and excited.
It was as if something they had been looking forward to for a long time had finally happened.
Thales saw all of this.
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