Serre Velaris, the son of the Night King, is the noble Lord of the Night Tribe and the traitor who overthrew the Evernight Empire...

In Bolog's eyes, Sere always looked high-spirited. Even when he was hiding in the Undead Club, he relied on his outstanding charm to become a midnight prodigal, wandering around among the ladies.

Boluogo had to admit that some things are buried deep in some people's bones. Serei naturally has such a character. He will hold his head high no matter when and where. But now, Boluogo has never seen Serei.

So haggard, like a homeless homeless man.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Boluogo expressed concern. He took a step forward, and Sere followed closely and backed away, always keeping his body in the shadows.

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking about something." Serei replied in a low voice.

"You have been thinking about it for several days and nights without closing your eyes?"

Bologo guessed that Serre might have been pressured by the rise of the Night Tribe.

Today's world has become turbulent. Sometimes Bologg feels that even the Undead Club is no longer safe. Sere must have felt a great sense of crisis. After all, after the complete rise of the Night Clan, their first

The thing should be to clear out the traitors.

Olivia's curse still echoes in Borlog's mind.

"No……"

There was obviously something wrong with Sere's mental state. He avoided Boluogo's words, but looked like he wanted to ask something, and it was not until the end that his voice slowly sounded.

"You met a Night Clan a few days ago, right?" Sere asked, "You took him to the Undead Club and took him away from here."

Boluogo was slightly surprised. He remembered that he had never told Sere about these things.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Boluogo confessed.

"Who is that Night Clan?"

Scarlet eyes looked directly at Boluogo. This question was very important to Sere.

"A priest, an ordinary person, was endowed with blood by a Night Clan due to an accident." Boluogo continued to confess, while also testing Sere.

"Then what?"

"I caught him and locked him up in the Bureau of Order," Bologo said. "He should still be in the Crow's Nest, under review."

This time Sere closed his eyes and was silent for a long time. If Bologg hadn't noticed Sere's slight breathing, he once felt that Sere had left the shadows.

There was deathly silence inside the stairwell, and joyous songs were rippling outside the stairwell. Under the beautiful scene, there was an undercurrent of crisis, swirling endlessly.

"There's something wrong with that priest's blood."

Sere spent a lot of courage to say something like this, "The Night Clan who gave him blood must be a pure blood."

Sere couldn't figure it out. In the end of the Dawn War, he burned his brothers and sisters to death and sealed the Night King. In theory, except for himself and his timid father, there should be no pure-blood Night King in this world.

clan.

No... there are still some.

A name broke into Sere's mind. He couldn't believe it, and at the same time he felt extremely frightened. He was afraid that this conjecture would become true, which made him not know what to do.

"Not Olivia."

Boluogo said directly as if he knew what Sere was worried about.

Sere was stunned for a moment and looked straight at Boluogo.

"The priest confessed everything to me. The person who gave him blood was the regent." Bologo had new doubts. "That is to say, the regent is a pure blood... It stands to reason that in this world, there is no one with blood."

, there shouldn’t be any more purebloods, right?”

Threben breathed a sigh of relief, and all the pressure from his body dissipated, but when he heard Borogo's next words, his eyes tightened again.

Boluogo looked at the shadow, and there were some footsteps in the shadow, and the sound gradually faded away.

"It's so selfish, Sere," Bologg said unceremoniously, "It has nothing to do with Olivia, don't you care?"

Borogo's words failed to hurt Sere in the slightest, and he completely disappeared into the shadows.

Taking a deep breath, Bologo quickly calmed down his mood. No matter how noble Sere's status was or how high-spirited he was, he could not change his nature as a coward.

This is a curse engraved in the blood of the Villeless family.

Burlogo turned around and joined the party as if nothing had happened.

While Borogo was talking to Sere, several new guests arrived at the Undead Club, including Bailie and Badr. Everyone was talking and laughing, and the joy lasted until late at night, until Hart was the first to leave.

"We have some action tomorrow, so we'll leave first."

Hart took Kemp and Xue Lai away together. Since the Orangutan Sect and the Night Clan appeared around Oath City Opos, the Order Bureau has strengthened patrols in the surrounding areas to increase its control. They will

We have to go into the suburbs and track the traces of the enemy.

After this is Woxilin. She is very grateful to Boluogo and others for their hospitality, but like Hart, she will take office tomorrow. Wosilin hopes to go to bed early and start the first day of work in a good state.

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Everyone expressed their understanding, and then Wosselin took Palmer with a smile and forced Palmer to send her back.

Aimu left with Bailie and Bader. Boluogo wanted to see her off, but Aimu waved her away. Unlike the others, Aimu went back to work overtime with Bailie.

The friends left and left, and in the end only Bologger was left alone in the Undead Club, cleaning up the mess with Bode after the carnival.

After cleaning up the garbage, Boluoge and Weier said hello, then opened the door and left.

At midnight, the streets were silent, with only the lonely streetlight shining alone on the roadside. The fresh air flowed from the wind that was still coming, gently touching the skin, making Boluogo sober up a lot. However, what he saw in front of him was

The scene looked dilapidated and lonely.

The garbage bags were swept by the wind, as if a carnival had just ended on the street, leaving behind countless cigarette butts and bottle caps. The air was filled with the intoxicating smell of alcohol, which was particularly pungent at this time.

The curtains of the nightclubs on the street gradually fell, and the music gradually faded away. Boluogo's expression was a little blurry, as if he had been eroded by the carnival, and a sense of loneliness surged from the bottom of his heart. The ruin and loneliness were fully exposed in the silent night.

Boluogo looked at the street entrance. The night was blurry, mixed with psychedelic light and shadow. Groups of drunken people passed by laughing and supporting each other. Their voices, joyful and noisy, roared in his ears, breaking the silence of the night.

The aroma of wine was fragrant, and many men and women were slightly drunk, with joy shining in their eyes. On this beautiful night, people left their fatigue behind and laughed to their heart's content.

Boluogo walked silently on the streets. The current atmosphere reminded him of his internship career. At that time, he loved to go out at midnight to hunt those who tried to break the iron law in the shadows.

Suddenly, the sound of breaking wine bottles caught Boluogo's attention. Not far away, she saw two drunk men shouting something. Opposite the drunk men was a thin figure. She didn't want to pay much attention to these two men.

People are just walking around minding their own business.

"Madam, I see you have been shopping here for a long time...is there something wrong?"

One of the drunk men walked over and tried to talk to the lady, but she ignored him and walked quickly around the block as if on patrol.

With the help of alcohol, the drunk man's expression became a little more angry at the lady's indifferent reaction, and another drunk man followed him. At this time, their figures happened to turn into the corner of the street, and Boluogo couldn't see them.

They shouted, and then the louder sound of a wine bottle breaking was heard.

Boluogo realized that the situation was not good and immediately followed him quickly.

When Boluogo turned the corner, what appeared in front of him was a completely different scene. The drunkards fell to the ground, their faces covered with blood, dying, and the harassed lady stood next to the two drunkards.

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The lady was wearing a pitch-black coat. The material was flexible and light, with no patterns, just a calm black color, simple and elegant.

She has a slender figure, and the coat fits her figure tightly. The smooth lines reflect her perfect curves. She does not wear any jewelry or accessories. Her whole person exudes an indescribable mysterious aura, as if she has a complex personality that is quiet on the outside and active on the inside.

People have an elusive feeling.

Like a shadow.

Bologg was not fascinated by her, but instead became extremely vigilant. From the time Bologg realized something was wrong to the time he arrived at the corner of the street, it only took more than ten seconds, and she solved the two people neatly and silently.

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Boluogo was not going to praise this lady for her skill, because he had already seen those scarlet eyes.

As dazzling as a ruby, even the veil on her face could not hide the brilliance.

Strangeness and familiarity intertwined, and Boluogo read the name instinctively.

"Olivia?"

Olivia was stunned for a moment. There were not many people in the world who could call her name. She never expected to meet one at this time. At this time, Boluogo seemed to be afraid that Olivia would not recognize him.

Suddenly, the snake scale fluid came out of the cuff and directly cut Boluogo's palm open.

Having been with Sere for a long time, Bologo has a very good understanding of the culture of the Night Clan. In the eyes of the Night Clan, blood is not only their food and the source of strength, but also the medium through which they connect with each other.

A weak blood energy rose, but under Olivia's keen sense of smell, the blood energy surged like a tsunami. She immediately recalled the identity of Boluogo, as well as her and his experiences from the smell of blood, and in this blood energy

In the depths of my body, I noticed impurities that were hard to expel like poisonous insects.

A touch of blood that doesn't belong to Boluogo.

Olivia was familiar with the blood energy hidden in Boluogo's body. Therefore, like a furious beast, her temperament changed, and the coldness and depression spread rapidly. It was as if there were invisible swords, guns, swords and halberds, waving at Boluogo.

Cut and arrive.

As one of the few Night Tribes to leave the Land of Eternal Night, and Sere's abnormal behavior when he heard her name, Boluogo could conclude that Olivia must have some kind of connection with Sere, and even said that Olivia must have some connection with Sere.

Livia is most likely related to the rise of the disobedient royal court.
To be continued...