Chapter 889 His name is...
As Kraibo climbed up the stairs, figures appeared quietly behind him, following closely behind him.
"Master."
"Master!"
"Master..."
There are men and women among these people, old and young, and they are all dressed in different styles, but they all have pale skin and blood-red eyes, and the crest of the Kaivos family is printed on their sleeves.
If Lesa were present, she would definitely find that everyone here knew each other, because these people are the core strength of the Kevos family, although most of them have different surnames in the manor. Their positions are also different, but they are all truly trustworthy people.
In other words, he was someone she once thought she could trust.
Lesa once told Mo Tan that on the day Krab killed her parents, 60% of the people in this mansion were on her uncle's side, and aside from those Apart from those who helped the perpetrators, not even 30% of them actually tried their best to help Lessa escape.
However, the person appearing behind Crebo Keyvos at this moment has 80% of the power of the direct line of this family.
This number is not scientific...
The reason has been mentioned just now. In Lesa's impression, nearly 30% of the people "desperately" protected themselves from leaving, so from a mathematical point of view, it is the same as The number of people behind Creber was somewhat illogical.
In most cases, 'illogical' means there is a problem.
I just don’t know whether the problem is something, a person, or something else.
Pushing open the last heavy wooden door, Kleiber, who returned to the ground, walked into the hall of the main building of the manor, stopped on the scarlet carpet under his feet, and asked softly.
"Yes, sir."
Iva Black Garden, the housekeeper standing behind Creb, nodded slightly and looked at the not-so-tall figure in front of her with a complex expression: "They are on the top floor of the tower. Waiting for you."
"Punctuality is a precious quality... If that guy Feizelen was still alive, he would probably say so."
Kleiber smiled and turned around. Looking at the wall on the right side of the main hall, there are portraits of the ancestors of the Kevos family and individual people who have made outstanding contributions to the family. The last one is an empty frame with nothing inside. things.
If nothing unexpected happens, that should be the position of Feizelen Keyvos.
The reason why that person was not hung there after his death was because of an 'accident' caused by Creber himself.
"I am not a qualified head of the family..."
Muttering in a low voice the last words Fezeren left before his death, Kleib smiled self-deprecatingly and said He moved his eyes away from the picture frame, turned around and looked at the steadfast followers behind him, took a deep breath, and used his move A loud, not-so-dignified voice said loudly: "My compatriots, brothers, and friends, we all know that today is a big day."
No one spoke, these blood seekers They just raised their heads in unison, staring at Creber's angular face, waiting for the next step.
The following is surprisingly short.
"Just do what you should do."
The current head of the family rubbed his nose and raised his chin at the wall covered with portraits: "If it were them, maybe because of this history Talking passionately about sex for a few minutes, but unfortunately I don’t have the talent for this, so, so be it. "
"Yes, sir"
Led by Ivar Black Garden and three other high-status male butlers, the people standing in front of Crebo responded in unison. , and then left the main hall in an orderly manner, including the several servants and maids who usually stayed here.
A few minutes later, the main hall became empty again.
"Punctuality is a precious quality..."
Cleiber smacked his lips and stood silently for a long time before stepping on the spotless carpet under his feet and leaving the main hall, walking towards the not far away place. The tower shimmers with red light under the night. It has nothing but cool lighting effects. It has been used as a storage warehouse by the Kevos family all year round.
He tightened the cloak that made him feel a little awkward, and tried his best to make his steps appear more solemn, but in the end, it turned into a feeling similar to that of a "lazy gardener".
But even so, Krab Kevos still tried to act like a noble and maintain his dignity.
Although he usually doesn't care about this kind of decency and even sneers at it, today is a big day, and this level of superficiality still needs to be done, and it is still worth doing.
......
Fifteen minutes later
Game time PM19:43
Free City, Nightless Zone, Keyworth Manor, top floor of the tower
"Welcome~"
Entering the special living room that had been renovated a few months ago, Kleiber showed a warm smile to the people in front of him. While wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, he stood next to the main seat and bowed slightly. She said: "Mr. Lionel, your presence has made the Kevos family shine."
After saluting, Creb carefully sat on the main seat next to him, in awe. He looked at the gray-haired middle-aged man sitting opposite him with a somewhat flattering expression.
“It’s an honor, Patriarch Kleiber.”
The Patriarch of the Bloodwing Family, wearing a simple black dress, is Lionel F. Xueyi nodded meticulously, narrowed his slightly turbid dark red eyes, and said with almost no fluctuations in his voice: "So, can you explain why you are nearly a quarter of an hour late? You must know that punctuality is A precious character, especially for a born noble like us.”
Kleib was slightly stunned and subconsciously said ‘uh’.
"Please don't prevaricate us, Mr. Crebber, this is about you...and the status of your followers in the Bloodwing family."
The eyes of the blond young man sitting next to Lionel Cold and profound, he said in a deep voice: "Your stupidity has caused a lot of damage to our cooperation, so be sure not to challenge our patience at this time."
Ke with sweat on his face Reber suddenly became panicked, and then he turned to Lionel for help, only to find that the latter had closed his eyes in disbelief, apparently having no problem with the aggressiveness of the blond young man next to him.
Obviously, as the second in command of the Bloodwing family, Michael Bloodwing is not in a very good mood for some reason, and as the elder brother, Lionel does not mind that his younger brother is in the position of Kleb Partners' front to vent, although such a menacing attitude is not decent enough.
"Okay..." After a long moment of silence, Creber reluctantly took out the prismatic crystal in his pocket, shook the thing that looked like a high-quality ruby, and said with a wry smile. : "In fact, until just now, I was adjusting this thing in the ceremony hall of the main house, and it was not until a few minutes ago that it was completely cured."
Michael's pupils suddenly contracted, and calmed down again in just a few seconds, and said coldly: "I thought you were ready."
"No. So, respected Lord Michael."
Kleiber sighed, put the crystal in his hand back into his pocket, shook his head and said: "My talent in bloodline abilities is far inferior to Fezeron's. If it were the time we had agreed upon before, the follow-up would have been a little more leisurely. However, when you suddenly proposed to advance the date to today, which is the 10th day after the Frost Moon Prayer, the debugging work became a bit tight. I also spent two full days. He barely managed to catch up without closing his eyes."
Michael Bloodwing, who had peak epic strength, stared at Creber: "What do you mean?"
Creb immediately lowered his head in fear and gritted his teeth and said, "Please don't get me wrong, Lord Michael. I just feel that the ceremony originally scheduled for the 1st of Scarlet Moon Melody has suddenly been advanced..."
"Okay. "
Seemingly sensing that Michael's patience has gradually been pushed to the limit, Lionel, the spokesperson of the Bloodwing family, slowly opened his eyes and interrupted: "Mr. Sir, perhaps you have noticed that as the proposer and promoter of this merger, our talented family consultant Raphael is not here today."
Kleiber blinked. After blinking and carefully looking at the people in front of him, he realized that Raphael Bloodwing was indeed not here, and that young man had never missed a 'meeting' of a similar nature before today.
"Mr. Raphael, he..."
"He is dead."
Michael interrupted Kleiber with a livid face, gritted his teeth and said: "Because he tried to dye..."
"Raphael died in an unfortunate accident Accident."
Leonard raised his hand slightly and did not let Michael continue. He just said lightly: "Yes, it was an accident. I have enough reasons to believe that it was just an accident. It’s a frustrating accident, but no matter what, changes have occurred in this cooperation that has lost its core promoter, so in order to avoid long nights and long dreams, I have moved the time forward to today without authorization. Please forgive me.”
Creber immediately waved his hand in flattery: "You are too polite. In the final analysis, my ability is still insufficient, otherwise I wouldn't have been here until today..."
"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Creb."
Leonard stood up, put his hands on the table and looked down at Creb, who was not very tall to begin with, and asked in a deep voice : "Are you sure that [Crystal] has been completely debugged?"
The latter immediately nodded and said: "Yes."
"Then, this is the promised reward."< br>
Leonard Bloodwing took off his gloves, widened his turbid scarlet eyes, growled with a slightly ferocious expression, and forced out a drop of blood from the tip of the index finger of his right hand. It was surrounded by dark red mist, like crystal clear blood like gems.
Creb, Michael, and the other two people in the room, all covered in cloaks, froze, and instinctively licked their lips, which were not dry.
It’s not because they all happen to have some kind of curious and perverted hobby, but the drop of blood that Lionel squeezed out with a constipated expression is extraordinary!
“A drop of half-step legend, and it also contains the blood of the Bloodwing family factors.”
Leonard, whose face turned from pale to pale, held the drop emptyly. The source of blood floating in mid-air, which had great appeal to everyone present, said lightly: "Dedicate the blood to the Kaivos family. The original blood crystal is yours."
Cleiber swallowed nervously, put his hand into his pocket with trembling hands, and took out the rhombus crystal he had just shown, his eyes burning. Staring at the drop of origin blood in Leonardo's hand: "I can trust you, right?"
The latter smiled slightly: "Of course, after all, from today on, my personal strength is no longer important, and for me who has no hope of advancing to the legendary realm, losing a drop of source blood is not a big loss."
"Stop talking nonsense, Creb."
Michael snorted and sneered: "If If you didn’t believe me, you wouldn’t have killed Fezeren Keyvos and her wife so simply, right?”
Kreb’s cheek twitched slightly and he fell silent. After a while, he nodded slightly: "I understand, do I need to sign a contract?"
"It's not necessary."
Lionel, who had just lost his source blood but returned to normal in less than a minute, smiled slightly, took out a container the size of an eyedrop bottle from his pocket, and filled the drop of source blood with it. Inside: "Just exchange, we still have a lot to do tonight."
Kreb also pressed the original blood crystal of the Kevos family in his hand on the table.
The next second, the two of them used force at the same time to push the things in their hands towards each other.
This is an ancient, inefficient, redundant, cumbersome and troublesome way of exchange, but many nobles like to play this, and the blood seekers who claim to be high nobles are also very fond of it. Popular style has nothing but fashion.
To be honest...
Bang! Bang!
"It's so heartless."
Wearing a cloak with the Blood Wings crest, the 'outsider' appeared in the middle of the long table like a ghost and clapped his hands without hesitation. , clasped the items exchanged by both parties in front of him, and shouted sternly before everyone could react: "Don't fucking move! Otherwise, all the source blood, crystals, etc. will be lost!"
This A roar is quite necessary, otherwise, not to mention Kreb, whose strength is not too high but can barely reach the epic threshold, the two Bloodwing family members may really reward him with two moves the moment they react!
As a player with only a third-level high-level profession, let alone two moves, even with only half a move or a simple exploratory move, this person would probably be beaten to death.
Yes, after seeing this, I think everyone already knows his true identity, which is exactly...
"Yagoda!"
Michael stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "You What to do!”
"Aha, it turns out that this dear friend is called Yagoda?"
The uninvited guest shrouded in a cloak smiled and shrugged: "There is really no creativity at all, not as good as Gotha Duck or Goma Where is the beast?”
"You..."
Leonard, who had already noticed that this 'Yageda' was not his true self, narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the outline and 'Yageda' under the other's hood with a gloomy expression. Da' had the same outline as the original deity and shouted: "Who are you!"
"Cordoba!"
Chapter 882: The End
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