Blood Lovers: Frost Cutpoint Password

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"You are here as the biggest evidence, do you think I still need to look for it?" Diolot put down the scroll in his hand and raised an eyebrow at him.

Fitz seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly swept across his hair, ears, and gem ornaments on his neck. "Impression crystal? Impossible, the magic fluctuations of that kind of thing can't escape my perception."

"Are you an idiot?" Diolot laughed. "There are more than ten million Divandales in this world that can hide the fluctuation of magic power!"

Fitz looked at him with extremely cold eyes, and he slowly evoked a bright smile, and the terrifying coercion instantly swept across the entire study.

"That would be a pity, Diolotte, please turn into two halves like Ronald back then."

Diolot also released coercion to resist his oppression, but Fitz was naturally much stronger than him in comparison, he even heard the friction sound of his own body bones under strong resistance and oppression.

Even so, he still had a happy expression on his face.

"But it's a pity that Ronald is still alive and well, isn't it? Then of course I am the same."

Fitz narrowed his eyes, the fingers in his sleeves were already in a fighting state and his nerves tensed.

Diolot raised his arms.

The cold blade instantly squeezed the fingertip muscles and ejected from the body.

The smile on Diolot's face grew wider and wider.

Fitz leaped forward.

The strong light burst out suddenly, and the elemental hurricane rolled up in the study, and the papers on the desk and the decorations in the room flew everywhere.

With a growl, Fitz swung his claws, the sharp blade shredded the whirlwind, and the flying things fell back to the ground with a clatter.

Diolot disappeared.

"City recall!" Fitz's beautiful face twisted with intense anger. "Diolot, you lied to me!"

All crystal objects that exert magic power cannot resist the magic storm caused by the recall spell and turn into dust.If Diolot really came to find evidence for the negotiations between Yidu Tak and Sabat, he couldn't use the Impression Crystal and then use the Scroll of City Return to escape, which means that his target was not him in the first place!

"Bastard!" The fingering wind brought out by the blade claw was savagely powerful, and it directly tore the wall in front of him. Faced with such a big movement, the outside has become extremely chaotic, but Fitz is no longer willing to go. Never mind that.

Whispering a spell, he raised his hand and tore open the space in front of him to open the gate. Fitz turned his head and said coldly to the belated lord Idutak: "We'll talk about that matter later, now I'm going back to the Elder's House immediately!"

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The turbulence of the magic net caused the torrent of elements to lift a large cloud of dust in the crimson enchantment. A huge magic formation appeared out of thin air and fell from the sky.

Before he moved, the space in front of him was distorted. The night wind blew his cold silver long hair, and Mondebat stepped out of the space rift.

"I'm back." Diolot looked at him and said softly. "Just as Divandale guessed..."

Mundbat interrupted him with a slow nod, turned and walked towards the Blood Night Castle in the distance.

"It's time for the regular meeting."

Diolote nodded, pulled his cloak and followed.

No.20 Qiye Dongjue's Snuggling Finger【Middle】

The council hall without the supreme king always looks lonely no matter how lively it is.

But these are not things worth paying attention to right now.Diolot stood in the center of the hall, and the floor tiles with slightly different patterns under his feet and the surroundings silently divided the venue into three parts. The councilors standing on both sides and the speakers of all parties remained silent at the moment, and their faces were all looking neatly. Towards the bottom of the steps where the throne is located right in front—the place where the [Quartet] who hold the highest authority in Divandale now stand.

Diolot was also watching them. It had been quite a while since he entered the hall and replied to all the messages, but the discussion hadn't started yet, so naturally it couldn't end immediately.Although he already wanted to rush out of the door behind him immediately.

The surrounding carved glass windows of different shades of dark glass blocks reflect the chilly moonlight outside the castle, the candlelight on the wall presents a faint blue-purple color, jumping silently and cheerfully on the wall like tentacles with delicate lines and On the tangled-curved candlestick, there is no overly clear shadow on the wall, only the mottled halo reflected by the shaking of the bright wick.

[Sifang] conducted his own communication in a silent manner, and other councilors were also silently thinking, and he also had to wait silently.

Finally, the three people standing side by side under the steps turned their eyes to the front, as if they had already made a decision. Mondbart raised his chin slightly, opened and closed his pale lips coldly, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.

"The significance of setting up Idu Tak as the leader of the imperial government back then. All the kings should be aware of it."

The clan councilors nodded and started making eye contact.

"The idea of ​​that year has not changed yet." Mundbat's voice drew everyone's attention back. "However, for the next work of the imperial government, whether Yidu Tak still has meaning to continue to exist now requires the consideration and joint decision of all the monarchs." After speaking, he turned his head and looked at Fei standing next to him. He smiled, and stretched out his slender arms wrapped in a thick cloak.

"Everyone. You should understand what happened at the [Cut Point] earlier." The childish and bright voice attracted more attention than Mundbat's deep bass. As soon as his voice fell, Ben The already quiet council hall seemed to have fallen into an even more extreme silence in an instant.

"The one sealed in [Cut Point] is the legendary [Eye of Nine Dragons]." Fei slightly narrowed her eyes under her short hair, still smiling. "About that thing, everyone naturally knows it well."

Diolot lowered his head and frowned slightly.Di Fandale quickly got the detailed information about the [cut point] seal and the sealed thing.At that time, he was stimulated to awaken the demon thorn dragon sealed in his body and seriously injured Maraud, but he also destroyed the Eagle Castle which was part of the seal. Perhaps it was because of this that the guy who sneaked into the basement could easily Destroying the seal also destroyed the entire Eagle Fort.

At that time when the seal was released, although they felt the strong fluctuations of the magic net and the power of the elements, and saw the light erupting under the seal, Sabat immediately took the things away, so basically the people present were not very clear about what was under the seal. What the hell is something.

It turned out to be [Eye of Nine Dragons]...

"...It is precisely because of this that the imperial government decided to let go of the people in the north for the time being." Forcing himself to pull back his deep thoughts, Diolot raised his head and continued to listen to Fei's speech.

"[The King's Servant] brought some news from Yidu Tak this time," Fei's voice softened, and a trace of indescribable coldness appeared on her pure and childish face.

"Even if there is a connection with Sabat, Lord Yidutak will never leave us traces, but what the imperial government needs now is not evidence of their communication with Sabat at all."

"According to the news from various sources submitted to the Lord's Mansion below, Sabat's actions are more active than before. I believe you can think of something through the previous news."

Diolot looked up at Fei in front of him with some trepidation, and then looked at Mondebat with some anxiety, but naturally he didn't see anything.In that short moment of distraction, Fei suddenly changed her tone and showed a relaxed expression, "Then everyone just needs to do what they should do as usual. It seems that the time has come, so everyone can Go back and rest."

The councilors nodded one after another and raised their arms to lightly tap their chests. After saluting, they turned around and dispersed the previous correct formation and standing posture. They walked out of the gate with their companions with relaxed expressions, and then there were low voices of conversation.

Diolot looked back at the gate, and then at the three people who were still standing under the steps, showing a slightly bewildered expression.

"Then, shall I also..."

"Ah, Diolotte," Fei stepped forward and looked at him with a smile. "You can't rest right now, Faona has been waiting for you for a long time."

"..." The name was like a needle point, and he felt a slight but hard to ignore sting. Diolot blinked his eyes to suppress the expression in his eyes, nodded slightly at Fei who was looking at him, and then revealed a smile.

"I see. I'll go right away."

During this period of time, Mondebat and Sill had also walked over. Sill silently looked at the young man in front of him, and took the lead to walk towards the gate with his cane.

"What are you doing in the past alone? Follow behind carefully, and don't say a word unless you are told."

Diolot looked at his back in surprise, Mondebat next to him glanced at him and followed him, Fei blinked and smiled, took his hand and walked towards the door.

"Let's go, don't worry, just listen to Falbert."

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The Divandale Criminal Law Department is definitely not a good place.

"That's not to say that there are any scary things, but just approaching it, the aura you feel is enough to overwhelm those prisoners who were swearing to die a second ago."

From the moment you step into the gate, it seems that all the light is escaping backwards. In front of you is a deep and straight corridor, with black floors, black walls, and black ceilings. Even the blue-purple candles on the walls seem to be covered by such an environment. Rendered in black, the whole space gives people an indescribable sense of suffocation and oppression, as if what you step on is not a road, but a