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The mandala mark on the Viscount is more like a badge, representing that he and Derek are grasshoppers on a rope.

Andre didn't know what this group of blood races aimed at and what they believed in. They carried out blood race transformation experiments, but in the end they still had to wrest a prince from the blood emperor.

It is neither purely independent nor purely seizing power.

Awkward and strange.

Before they could talk more about this tattoo, the sound of two footsteps came from the corridor.One is quiet and the other is sloppy.

Andre closed the closet and said, "Here we come."

Two men walked in the corridor, the leading man was dressed in an exaggerated dress, holding a cane inlaid with a gold statue, walking slowly like a patrol.

The gold statue on the cane has short, clean hair, one empty eye, a rose and a small skull.

Luo Teng fell half a step behind the man, bowed his head, and said nothing.

This is the Brandi of this generation.

Andre doesn't look like he calls this man Brandy, a man in his 40s and [-]s, with an old-fashioned mustache.His brown boots were polished and rusted with strange patterns.

The new Brady's hand was wrapped with a few extremely thin metal wires, and a few wire ends were exposed. The other end of the wire ends was broken, and nothing was tied.

Brandy waved the five fingers of his right hand inexplicably. Behind him, Luo Teng took a step forward like a pinned puppet, and bowed: "This is my master, Baron Brandy, and the master of the Brandy family."

Andre stared at the thin wires in Brandy's hands, and didn't smell any secret magic. They were just a few ordinary metal wires.

"I have known you for a long time, the way the Baron controls the puppets is very mysterious," Andre said.

Brandy smiled, and didn't let Luo Teng speak up again: "Some tricks. Your slave also has this potential."

Brandy looked at Lioness, nodded appreciatively, and said, "If you want to have an obedient 'puppet', maybe I can help."

"No, no blessing." Andre said, "Since the puppet conveyed my wishes, the baron must know my purpose of coming, so the extra politeness can be avoided."

"Of course." Brandy looked away regretfully. "Before the cooperation, I have some questions. I have never heard your name from Lawrence, and I don't know that there is such a person in the blood family. Please report yourself At home, I feel at ease."

"Lawrence can't represent his family." Andre said coldly, "My family has always been torn apart. After all, they are all the same illegitimate children. No one wants to submit to others."

"As far as I know, my brother Lawrence...has unfortunately passed away." Andre said in a mournful tone, but the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly, not saddened by the loss of his relatives.

Brandy was not surprised when he heard the news of Lawrence's death. He obviously heard about it. He said hypocritically: "Lawrence died on the road of revolution. It is an honor. I wish you condolences."

"Thank you for your reassurance." Andre said, "At present, I am more capable in the family, so I am in control of the situation for the time being. If you don't mind, just call me Lawrence."

Brandy readily accepted, and said: "Your brother has been following Lord Derek and worked hard for the prosperity of the blood race. How much do you know about the guild, Mr. Lawrence?"

"Many, but not many." Andre smiled, "But I know one thing, the guild is not that united. Lord Derek is strong enough, but also too... impulsive."

Brandy was still smiling, but his eyes swept over Andre seriously and sharply.

Andre continued unhurriedly: "Some people follow blindly, while others think that they should keep improving. I think Baron, it should be the latter?"

Brandy narrowed his eyes suddenly and said, "Your brother told you a lot."

"My brother and I don't have a good relationship." Andre said bluntly, "As for your position, I'm guessing. It seems that luck is good?"

Brandy obviously doesn't believe in the illusory rhetoric of "guessing". He even thinks that "Lawrence" in front of him is showing his strength.

But Andre did guess.

Derek's "disease" is a long-term illness, and he can't be persuaded back with a few words.

Derek has the blood, is vicious enough, and has the guts.But he's also a complete lunatic.A lunatic has never been suitable for being a charging gun, not a king in power.

Let Derek lead the guild, some sane people would be uneasy.

But the viscount is obviously not a brainy person.

Andre believes that there must be blood clans in the guild who really want to gain status through the revolution. These people need to win over the gang to influence Derek's judgment.

A viscount who is greedy, neutral, and easy to control is a good target for them to win over.

Another reason is the Brandy family.People in the Brandy family will never be willing to submit to others, they are proud and proud.They are insidious vultures who are best at finding delicious meat on dead bodies. How could they be willing to follow a rampant "lunatic" like Derek?

These are all Andre's guesses. He dared to say one because he was certain of being right, while the other was because he needed to prove that his guess was right.

Even if it is wrong, it doesn't matter, Andre doesn't think it is so difficult to stun a baron.

Brandy didn't know that he had walked through the gate of hell, and was almost knocked out and stripped of his clothes. He only knew the ability of "Lawrence", and began to pay attention to this blood clan he had never met.

"Roteng said...you're going to kill the Blood Emperor." Brandy directly expressed Andre's thoughts, straightforward and bold.

And Andre stood frankly, not shocked by these words, "I never said that I would kill the Blood Emperor, how could I, a lowly mixed race, have such crazy thoughts? "

Andre said it humblely, and then showed a sinister smile: "I just want to give Lord Derek a new idea, and whether to adopt it or not is a matter of God. The Baron is serious."

Andre was tight-lipped and never admitted that he had ever thought of regicide.Play a double-faced and ruthless character vividly.

Brandy likes such people, and is also wary of such people. After a moment of silence, he said, "Tell me about your plan."

Andre said: "I think Master Brandy also has the same intention, I just happened to coincide with your thoughts."

This sentence made a copy of all the absurd words that followed and covered Brandy's head. Brandy stroked the puppet's crutches and acquiesced to Andre's words.

"My brother seldom talks to me about the guild, but I have heard a few words. He said that once it is successful, all low-level families will have more rights. I think the basic condition for the establishment of the guild is that we want to live a better life." Good." Andre said slowly, "Some people want to be independent, and some just want to fight for a better dog shed. Which side do you belong to, Baron?"

Brandy snorted: "Anyone who can be a human would not want to be a dog."

"It's the same as I thought," Andre said, "Derek promised at first that he would lead our family to create a new world, but now he is still trapped in the blood clan, pursuing the title of prince bestowed by the blood emperor... there must be something wrong Fewer people are dissatisfied."

Brandy glanced at him and said: "The prince is just a small step. The new ethnic group is not so easy to establish. Why not do it by sending the springboard forward?"

"But I'm afraid that some people are used to kneeling and don't want to be human anymore."

After Andre said this, Brandy immediately darkened: "What did you eavesdrop on tonight?!"

Brandy's face was ferocious, his five fingers moved, and Luo Teng rushed over like a long sword drawn out of its sheath.

Luo Teng was only wrapped in a cloak when he left, and he didn't put on any clothes when he came back. A sharp knife stuck out from the back of his hand, piercing his skin and bleeding.

Andre remained motionless, and when the sharp blade stabbed in front of his eyes, a silver dagger suddenly lay across in front of him.

"when!!"

In terms of strength, a battle-tested hunter must be much stronger than a male slave tossing and turning in a man's arms.

The silver dagger was firmly stuck to the blade, and the vibration made Luo Teng's wrist ache, and the blood on the back of his hand was accumulating more and more, but his face was expressionless, really like a puppet that didn't understand pain.

"If I have the ability to eavesdrop on your conversations, why bother to ask the baron to approach the God Lord." Andre seemed to be unable to see the battle in front of him, and said with a smile, "Well, your puppet doesn't look very good. Bu I'm surprised that the Randy family's secret technique is no match for an ordinary blood slave."

With a dagger in his hand, Lions pushed Luo Teng away, preventing his wrist from breaking directly, and stood behind Andre.

Brandy was blocked by Luo Teng who pushed away, so he didn't see how the "ordinary" blood slave on the opposite side glanced at his "master" coldly, and how he let the tip of the dagger cut Pass Andre's pupils.

Calling the detective of the blood hunt an ordinary person, only Andre can say such a thing without changing his face.

Brandy had to face Lawrence in front of him.

Luo Teng was a puppet he had personally taught, and he knew all too well what his strength was, and he was by no means a weakling with no power to restrain a chicken.The result of this battle shows that the opponent is stronger than him.

"What the hell are you trying to do," Brandy said.

"Derek is a lunatic. His purpose will never be to help the lower families gain power. We are all his pawns. Once Derek's purpose is achieved, we are useless waste, and we will be thrown away when it is time to throw it away." Andre spoke slowly, and Brandy's expression gradually twisted.

Andre: "Using is never one-way. If you want to rebel, you should do it thoroughly. Tell me, if the blood emperor is unfortunately buried here, will the group of nobles who have slept for a long time mourn for him, or will they be for blood? Is the position of the emperor worth a dime?"

Brandy was silent.

The friendship of the blood clan is the vow of eternal love spoken by the drunkard, which is ridiculous and unbelievable.

"The blood emperor died here, and we can't escape the responsibility." Brandy said quietly.

Andre smiled indifferently: "That's why I said that the use is mutual."