Blood Hunt Covenant

In this way, a month has passed without incident, and Brady is about to usher in his big day-his 21st birthday, and the release day of the head of the association.

It's Christmas time, and the federal government will have a holiday from the day before Christmas Eve until the week after New Year's Day.Unlike other regions that have already entered the festive leisure atmosphere, the capital Nova City, a city where political leaders, business executives and various celebrities gather, will enter an extraordinarily busy and tense two weeks.Celebrities and movie stars from all walks of life, the seven most famous big families, thirteen mercenary regiments who witnessed the birth of the peace agreement, various social organizations, and even the federal government will hold banquets during this period.

In other words, this is the social week at the end of each year in human society. There are so many exhibitions, luncheons, receptions, tea parties and dinners of various names that it is hard to know how to choose.However, the vast majority of the people in the federation did not have such worries, and neither did the members of the honor group.They are not like Brady, who have the dual identities of the head of the honor group and the young master of the Brad family. They have no choice but to appear, but almost all members of the honor group still decide to follow their head to the capital.Most of them have just entered the society, they are young, they are willing to spread their enthusiasm on the battlefield, and they are not very interested in boring and lengthy banquets. They go there to see the proud star of mankind.

Nova City, the proud star of mankind, is a city that relies entirely on human power to exist and operate. It is the highest expression of all human science, technology and craftsmanship. She is a city—or several connected ones—a city in the sky.Since the day she rose, she has never landed. She floats above an active volcano all year round, like a circle of pure white clouds, dazzling and eye-catching.Looking down from the city, the magma in the crater is tumbling, spewing hot gas and dust upwards from time to time, but the huge glass cover of Nova City is always unaffected and transparent.People admire her because she faces destruction all the time, but never destroys.She is the pride, courage, self-confidence and dream of mankind.

Of course, the almost unanimous decision of the members was also due to the words of the Minister of Logistics, Ms.

"Don't worry, Brady's house is huge, and I believe he will never treat his employees badly. Going there can not only cover accommodation, but also food, which is a good choice for vacation."

So, after admiring the grace of Nova City from a distant mountain, the group members happily moved into Brad's mansion.

But Brady couldn't be happier—Mr. Parsonblood wanted to see him—and Brady believed it wasn't because the grandfather missed his grandson.

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The sun has completely sunk below the horizon, and Brad's house has entered the final stage of preparations before the Christmas ball. Under the command of the butler, the service staff of Brad's house are working quickly and methodically, placing a wide variety of optional dishes on the long table , checking that each of the beautiful cutlery stacked at both ends of the long table is shining, carefully checking the wine varieties, and making sure that the collection that Mr. Brad is proud of is in its best condition and where it should be and conduct a final check on all venues that guests may visit.Although this was just a family gathering, the butler still did not want any mistakes to occur within his jurisdiction.

Brady took off his uniform and put on a dress, from a rough and wild mercenary to an elegant and decent Master Brad - of course, what changed was only people's perceptions, and Brady still wore his disheveled hair. With brown hair, he walked among the busy service staff, saying hello and offering holiday wishes to them.

He stopped in front of the study on the second floor. Because of Mr. Brad's order, there was not even a single person on this floor.Brady took a deep breath, curled his fingers and knocked on the door three times. The rhythm was neither too fast nor too slow, showing restrained politeness.

After pausing for a second, the door automatically slid open to both sides. Brady stepped forward two steps into the door, but stopped just before the door would automatically close.Mr. Bullard looked up from the document he was reading and looked over his reading glasses at his visitor.

"Brady."

"……Yes."

"I saw your rating." Mr. Bullard always cut to the chase.

Brady frowned.

"Sak is tight-lipped, but I have my own channel." Mr. Brad put the document back on the table, sighed softly, crossed his fingers on the table, and looked at Brady with more stern eyes, " Only the leader ranked first can become the general leader, No.3 is no different from the last one.”

"I have already done my best."

"But it's not enough. I noticed that you have one task that you haven't completed."

"The principal culprit is dead."

"But the accomplice hasn't."

"He is not easy to catch. He has spatial abilities, and he has disappeared since that day."

"So grab him."

"for what?"

"This is still a secret for the time being. All I can say is 'the federation needs this ability'."

"Human experiments?" Brady paused, then expressed his thoughts, "You know that's inhumane."

Mr. Brad smiled inexplicably, and said contemptuously: "He comes from the Emerald Continent, which is Bruce's country, and his monarch doesn't know there is such a thing as 'humanity'."

"...So the Federation can also stop this kind of thing?"

"Of course!" Mr. Brad replied firmly, "But, Brady, sometimes we encounter special circumstances and have to sacrifice someone."

Brady was silent, and the phrase "special circumstances" awakened his anger that had been dormant for many years.The loud "no" when his mother used her body to protect him echoed in his ears, and his father's bruised face in the morgue came to mind.He trembled and breathed, and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down.

"Special circumstances... special circumstances..." Brady murmured, opened his eyes suddenly, and asked a question that Mr. Brad did not expect, "So, is my mother also one of the 'special circumstances'? ?”

The anger and hatred in Brady's eyes made Mr. Brad flustered for a moment, but he covered it up with the action of sorting out the files: "...I thought you had forgotten."

"How could I forget?" Brady looked at his grandfather's still indifferent face, smiled bitterly, and raised his voice, "How could I forget? That's almost the beginning of my memory!"

"Brady." Mr. Brad shook his head and sighed, "My child, you have to understand that all my actions and decisions are for Brad and for the continuation of Brad's bloodline .You have no idea how precious our blood is."

"Treasure the happiness and life of your own child?" Brady paused intentionally, so as to appreciate Mr. Brad's painful expression at that moment.Although he is an old man with silver hair, Brady does not sympathize with him.

"I'm also very regretful, Brady, please forgive me." Mr. Brad sighed again, his voice lost his usual seriousness and calmness, "Your father has been depressed since your mother passed away, and he wanted to die during the mission. And your uncle died of illness soon. My two sons left so early. I was distraught and often woke up in my sleep. When I learned that you didn't die in that accident, you didn't know How happy I am. You are a continuation of Neil and give me hope."

"Yeah, especially after knowing that I have inherited that power." Brady sneered in disgust, "Fortunately, my cousin has a talent for business, otherwise he would be kicked out if he didn't inherit the power."

"Don't say that, Brady. Why are you saying hurtful things?"

"If I have feelings for someone who wants to kill my mother and me."

"...You are all my children, Brady." Mr. Brad said with difficulty, "No matter how dissatisfied I am with the mother of the child, I will never hurt my child."

Brady didn't respond to the confession because he didn't believe it, so he just listened without raising an eyebrow.

"...Well, that's in the past," said Mr. Bullard. "Let's move on."

"I will."

Brady regained his composure, because it was useless to say anything now, his parents had been dead for many years.And he is still standing here, in this house, in front of this man, just because of a letter his father left him.

This is the expectation and entrustment of his parents, nothing more.

"There is still a week before the final selection, and I will pay attention to the movements of the accessory. But if I fail to catch him, there is nothing I can do."

Mr. Brad seemed to be touched by the previous conversations, and finally backed down. He nodded, agreeing with Brady's decision.He leaned back, trying to create a relaxed atmosphere instead.

"Your distant sisters are also here this year, take good care of them, don't be reluctant to brush your points, show your demeanor, and meet their requirements."

Brady narrowed his eyes: "Of course, I will let them leave happily."

Regardless of whether Mr. Brad understood the meaning behind his words, Brady left the study directly.

He took a deep breath, relieved that he had escaped from that suffocating study room—a hurdle he had to face every year.He looked up to see another hurdle he had to face every year coming down the stairs at the end of the corridor.

"Brenda."