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Wen Luan defeated the proud Prince Maike with one sentence,

"Can you represent the Dark Council?"

Although it is impossible for the magical tapir species in the east and the human "Wen Luan" to know anything about this suspected terrorist organization, since the blood prince is only one of its members, it seems that this organization is not small.

Such a behemoth lurks in the deep blue star, and it is likely to have been in operation for 2000 years, which is as long as the history of the deep blue kingdom.Even if the deep blue star is the domain of the succubus, it is not an easy task to get rid of these dark creatures.

——There is a saying that if you don’t have enough kindness to give to the other party, start by helping the other party solve their troubles.

"You are intoxicated in this city, just as you said. Everything on the Deep Blue Star conforms to the aesthetics of dark creatures. There can be no better place in the entire Moby Dick galaxy than this, but you are also aware that the succubi is in your own The... strength of the domain?"

Wen Luan intentionally slowed down his speech and looked sideways at Mai Ke's expression.

Fortunately, this blood prince lived a long time, but he didn't encounter any bad things, especially he is a prince who is committed to the development of art, and asked the vampires of the Toledo family to hold a concert and open a painting exhibition to sell Works of art are fine, they make money easily, spend money faster, and don't use scheming and conspiracy much, so Wen Luan easily gained confidence from Prince Maike's livid face—the Dark Council is really afraid of awakening dreams magic.

This is a bit strange.

The tapir is a magical creature in the east. Its food is dreams, and it loves to eat nightmares. People in the eastern country will use certain talismans and spells to summon the tapir and induce it to eat the nightmares that people do not want to recall.It's just that this method was gradually lost later, and tapirs needed to find food by themselves, so tapirs developed a bad taste.

When seeing humans being tormented by nightmares, tapirs will not devour them immediately, but squat patiently aside.

When the nightmare is at the end, it's time to gnaw it off happily—a nightmare is not a steak, there is no reason to only eat medium rare, and the effect is the best if it is out of ten.

Although it does not have the ability to relieve human troubles, the tapir cannot be regarded as a beast that "creates evil" and "does a lot of evil" in its hometown. At best, it just moves slowly when eating. Can this be regarded as evil? ?

Wen Luan thought about it carefully, and could only regretfully admit that the power of the tapir was only in a dream.

Leaving the dreamland, the tapir is not even considered a magical species-a creature without a body?

The same reasoning also applies to the succubus. Although he is called a demon, he does have a powerful ability in the dream. All those who fall into the dream will lose their basic security, because it is the domain of the succubus.

But out of the dream... the succubi's ability is limited, the temporarily constructed illusion, presumably the strength of the blood prince can easily break through, the succubus occupies a home court advantage.Wen Luan felt nothing to be envious of, no matter who set up a trap for 2000 years, if it didn't have a strong effect, it would be a joke.

So the conclusion is that the Dark Council doesn't have to be afraid of the succubi at all, they just move away.

Although the succubus blocked the dark blue star, the dark council, a long-standing and huge terrorist organization, is fighting to the death. In the choice between maintaining the dream and destroying the dark creatures, Wen Luan believes that Ellen will choose the former .At most, some unlucky low-level dark creatures cannot escape, and most of the high-level dark councils such as Prince Maike will definitely be able to retreat safely.

"You guys really love this planet!" Wen Luan looked at Prince Maike meaningfully.

——I would rather find a tapir to negotiate terms than relocate collectively!

Prince Maike's forehead was white, and he wanted to take out the perfume bottle subconsciously, but he couldn't find it after searching for a long time, so he had to cover up and tidy up his clothes, and reluctantly said: "Of course, we have lived in Deep Blue Star for 2000 years. , at first it wasn’t as good as it was.”

Prince Maike seemed to think of something, and straightened his back: "Where do you think the retro style of Deep Blue Star comes from? Even the buildings are illusory scenes. Then these furniture, mellow coffee, beautiful flowers..."

Wen Luan followed the direction of Maike's fingers and looked at the dinner plates and vases in the room.

"...These things really exist, fine wine, delicious food, most jewelry, precious artworks. Don't we dark creatures work hard for the development of the dark blue kingdom? Of course, our blood race's hobbies are relatively narrow, secretly influencing The popular style is in line with our preference, but it does not conflict with the dream of the dark breath of the succubi. Out of the dark blue kingdom, in which corner of the Moby Dick galaxy. You can see such a rich lost civilization, which also comes from the creation of dark creatures !"

"Papa." Syer happily applauded Prince Maike's wonderful speech.

The latter also bowed down with a smile and thanked him very cooperatively.

Wen Luan: ...

"Okay, you convinced me." Wen Luan lazily leaned on the soft velvet cushion (currently the handicapped cannot move), and he poured a basin of cold water in place, "But what you said, cough, Can you convince the Nightmare?"

Prince Maike froze, looking at Wen Luan with a strange expression.

——Is this not nonsense, the succubus has an unusual possessive desire for its own domain, if the succubus can be persuaded, why are the vampires still talking so much to the tapir here?

"This is the end of our conversation, I believe..." Wen Luan pondered for a while, and used a vague pronoun, "The high-level executives of the Dark Council who speak better than you will take the initiative to contact me, right?"

Prince Maiko nodded stiffly.

"Fortunately, you are a blood prince. Although your family must have a replacement, the Dark Council doesn't want to take this loss." Wen Luan was very satisfied with his decision to escape temporarily and accurately capture important hostages.

"Let me declare that only when the strength of the blood clan reaches a certain level, can they have the corresponding title." Maike gritted his teeth and emphasized that his ability and title are qualified. It is definitely not that all the high-level members of the family are dead, and a trap fell on him from the sky. , "For this reason, our blood clan still has three families without princes, because they don't have enough strength."

"Thank you for revealing the news." Wen Luan calmly replied to Prince Maike's roar.

Mike: ...

After a while, Maike muttered dejectedly: "You really are not Wen, ah, he is much easier to deceive than you, I really miss my driver friend."

Seeing that Mai Ke was not in the mood to take the noble and elegant steps, but left the room with a heavy heart (Seier put on the metal hood on him again, and pretended to call the casino staff outside to take away the "captive"), Wen Luan thought angrily , His attitude towards Mai Ke is still too polite!Check out what the guy has to say! !

It's so deceiving, hum!

"Master, he is right. You have become smarter. Is there any way to improve your IQ?" Shier asked sincerely.

"..."

"Really? I'm happy with the master's change, because 'a mech's worth is in his manipulator,' that's what my maker said."

Wen Luan looked at Xi Er listlessly: "You live... If you have been on the phone for a long time, your IQ will naturally increase."

"Deny, Andos has been on for so many years." The silver armor knight sternly dismissed.

"..."

Cyrus was also speechless at this conversation.

Wen Luan was still careless. He thought that Xier could block the monitoring system, but he didn't think that the entire Deep Blue Star belonged to someone's dreamland. As long as the location is confirmed, the succubus can spy on the situation in any place without any restrictions.

"The Dark Council..."

The expression of Cyrus talking to himself was not as disgusted as before.

He had more captives, but the bat in the cage didn't say anything useful, it just briefly explained the situation of the Dark Council. As for the secrets and the location of the headquarters of the Dark Council, the bats expressed fear that they could not tell, otherwise the dark magic would Directly obliterate their body and soul imprints.

In other words, the information obtained by Cyrus is not as much as what Prince Maike said on his own initiative.

Sure enough, the existence of an old enemy is necessary.

Cyrus silently labeled Wen Luan's existence value as "can confuse opponents and extract more information".

——The enemy of the enemy is a friend, and the dark council that believes in this clause will pay the price for their arrogance!

Cyrus unconsciously sneered.

After half a minute of sneering, he suddenly stopped, dazed by his hasty conclusion: Did he trust Wen Luan too much?Believe that Wen Luan will never become an enemy of himself?

Recklessness is the taboo of politicians.

Sure enough, falling in love will affect IQ, even if it is just a sign, there is this omen - Cyrus stretched out his hand and put his forehead, thinking carefully, he has not noticed yet, he is also unfortunately influenced by Sierdan Talin Andos " The word "intelligence quotient" is sensitive.

"Your Excellency." Standing on a pile of documents, Beret called cautiously.

Cyrus lowered his arms and indicated with his eyes that he was waiting to hear what came next.

"The defense level of the research institute is very strong, even I can't break through." Beret said hurriedly, "Maybe we should use other methods to confirm the... er, racial issues of the members of the research institute!"

"no need."

Cyrus directly refused.

Beret didn't dare to answer, and after a long time, Cyrus rubbed his forehead and said calmly, "I've already guessed the truth."

Beret's eyes were full of question marks, it suddenly thought that this does not fit the image of a king-level mecha, and quickly deleted the question marks in the electronic eyes.

"The origin of Raymond Gayton's fragments is very problematic. Previous research has shown that it may be the technology of another civilization. After analyzing it with the technology of the Beluga Galaxy, we found that it is advanced in energy structure. With the technology we have One incredible result after another was replaced, and finally you were created."

Cyrus reached out to touch the crown on Barrett's head.

Beret became angry when someone else did this, and now the three-inch man stood motionless.

Raymond Gayton's mechas are powerful, and with their own intelligence, they can better understand the excellence of the Deep Blue Kingdom Research Institute, which makes them have a natural awe of their creators, which is the worship of wisdom and creativity.Even Syer, who was addicted to reading soapy scripts of adventure novels, couldn't help but regard "being an enemy of the entire Deep Blue Kingdom" as the bravest and most worthy goal.

"Thinking about it now, there are too many doubts..."

How could a new energy structure be applied to the technology of the Beluga Galaxy so quickly? The research institute even experienced only a few initial failures, and then it went smoothly. It seems that many people are familiar with this energy structure.

Cyrus pushed the paper aside and scribbled two or three complicated formulas.

"This is the key procedure for making Raymond Gayton's mecha. Many things are made of them."

Beret looked at it, confirmed it, and nodded.

"Do you know what they're more like?"

Cyrus, who has all the memories of the succubus, smiled complicatedly: "The basic composition of the dark magic circle."

"..." Beret collapsed a thinking module.

When it found that the second thinking module also showed signs of collapse, it decisively stopped the logical calculation, and stammered: "Your Excellency...your remarks are very...horrifying."

"Truth is such a cruel thing."

Cyrus destroyed the piece of paper without compromising.

He lifted the curtains, looked out at the Fountain Square outside, and the gunfire of the Capitol in the distance (the rebel party of the coup was still dying), thoughtfully.

"I should have chased away those dark creatures without hesitation... But, I am not only a succubus, I am still Cyrus."

So he couldn't kill the tapir.

Now, it is also impossible to attack Mitchell and others, who are former fellows of the research institute and who have doubts about their racial identities.