Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 234 One-thirtieth Holy Son

"Of course I will."

Earl Monroe nodded, "Lord Marquis Giovanni, but times have changed, I think we should also abandon some bad habits of the past."

Marquis Raz Giovanni's pale face was sullen. He really wanted to teach this arrogant junior a lesson, but this gathering was of great importance and related to the future of the Temperance Sect. He had to suppress the anger in his heart and snorted coldly, "Don't think that with the favor of the ancestors, you can do whatever you want."

Although Monroe is a "baby" of the new generation of blood clan, born only more than 100 years ago, he is indeed blessed by nature. Not only has he successively changed from a baron to an earl, he has also successfully interpreted the prophecy of the ancestor several times, preventing the temperance faction from being severely damaged.

"Monroe, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

The 'young man' who couldn't help but smile couldn't help laughing when he saw Giovanni deflated, and gave Earl Monroe a thumbs up. In meetings like this of the blood clan, they usually use each other's surname directly, because this not only represents the individual, but also represents the attitude of the clan.

"Bruch, you!"

Giovanni was furious, and his mental power formed terrifying waves, like the waves before a storm, constantly pouring towards the young man, but they were precisely controlled in this room without leaking anything.

"Originally, old stubborn."

Damon Bruch didn't wear a formal dress like the other three. He was like a real young man, wearing jeans, pierced ears, and rings like finger guards on his ten fingers.

His red eyes were excited, "Do you want to fight, old man?"

The Bruch clan itself is the most combative of the thirteen clans, and Damon Bruch is the best among them, so he can sit here at an age younger than Earl Monroe.

"All right."

A soft female voice spoke, and it was the one sitting in the middle. She couldn't tell her age, she was wearing an elegant and plain black dress, and the strange thing was that her eyes were blindfolded.

The peaceful voice easily dispelled the mental waves of Marquis Giovanni, and also suppressed the aggressiveness in Count Bruch's heart.

Giovanni snorted coldly and sat down again.

Bruch spread his hands, "It's boring."

Earl Monroe looked at the scene in front of him and sighed slightly in his heart.

Because of the disappearance of the ancestors and the long life span of the blood race, if it is not an absolute subordination relationship, no one will naturally obey anyone. Even if they unite with the Temperance Faction, it is only to resist other factions, and has not formed a subordination alliance in the true sense.

He pulled out a chair and sat down.

The Marquis Doris Vanjoy, who was wearing a dress, was the first to break the atmosphere of discord, and said, "Monroe, this time you plan to gather us together, attack a stronghold of the indulgent faction, and curb their growing arrogance. Shouldn't it be time and place for the attack?"

Hearing the question from the Marquis of Vanjoy, Earl Bruch was eager to fight, "Yeah, when will we act?"

"Currently unable to act."

"Can't move?" Although the Marquis of Vanjoy was blindfolded, her frown could be clearly seen from the facial muscles.

If they gather on this scale, if they can't move quickly, they will be seized by the enemy and take the opportunity to counterattack. They may not be able to withstand this backlash in a weak position.

"Why?" Count Bruch was even more incomprehensible, "Didn't you even notify the witcher? If you don't act now, it's not just about our Temperance faction."

This is like a story about the wolf coming. For the blood clan and the demon hunters, which are inherently incompatible forces, the consequences of deceiving their allies are very serious. They don't even have a third chance to say that the wolf is coming.

Marquis Giovanni glanced at the silent Earl Monroe, and suddenly showed a secretive smile, "I see. I'm just saying that with your personality, how could you make the demon hunters fanfare first, but you haven't taken any action yet. Those guys from the indulgent faction are not your goal at all. Your goal is on other things."

Earl Monroe did not deny it.

The Marquis of Vanjoy leaned back in the chair, but her frown did not completely relax. On the contrary, she did not understand the reason why Earl Monroe did so.

Because no matter what the purpose of Earl Monroe is, their temperance faction will bear the corresponding risk, unless Earl Monroe feels that his 'purpose' is more valuable than the risk of the temperance party.

"You need to convince me, otherwise our Vanjo clan will choose to withdraw from this operation."

Bruch and Giovanni also looked at Monroe. They were indeed dependent on each other, but Monroe still kept it from them, which seemed unreasonable.

Earl Monroe nodded, and he carefully took out a purple jewelry box from his arms. The jewelry box was ordinary in appearance and seemed to be used to hold a wedding ring.

"That's exactly what I'm here for."

As he spoke, he opened the purple jewelry box, and there was a mottled ancient silver coin lying quietly in it. This silver coin seemed to have a long history, so that the lines on it were blurred.

The edge of the silver coin has a distinct black stain, like stained dirt, and like the oxidized silver itself.

The silver and black intertwined coin itself has a breathtaking magic, attracting everyone's attention.

call.

The two blood races, Bruch and Giovanni, breathed much harder.

Even the Marquis of Fanzhuo, whose eyes were blocked, had an unconcealable throbbing in her heart.

'Clap' sound.

The purple jewelry box was closed, blocking the perception of the three blood races. At this moment, they all heaved a sigh of relief. The mental tension just now almost made them want to snatch the coin from Monroe's hand.

This is not logical.

The smirk on Bruch's face subsided, revealing unprecedented caution. Although he was 'very young', he was not the kind of person who had never seen the world. On the contrary, the long life of the blood race made each of them a natural collector and artist.

Even the two rare and famous paintings hanging in this room can only make Bruch stop and appreciate for a while, and he will definitely not lose his composure as before.

In particular, silver itself contains toxins for blood races, and it is not an item that blood races like to collect.

"This is?"

Bruch subconsciously asked.

Marquis Giovanni was the oldest, and he immediately realized what Earl Monroe was holding. With his mood fluctuating violently, he said in an almost dreamlike tone, "Betray the silver coin."

"Betrayal silver coins?"

Bruch had some impressions, but he couldn't grasp the key points for a while.

Van Zhuo tried his best to restrain his trembling voice and said, "It's the thirty silver coins that Judas got when he betrayed Jesus."

Earl Monroe nodded, his scarlet eyes shone with inexplicable brilliance, "Yes, in the sense of mysticism, this is equivalent to one-thirtieth of the Holy Son, and it is also equivalent to the price offered by Satan. Whether it is good or evil, no one can refuse its temptation."

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