Section 47:

"Haha, indeed, on the surface, there are a total of six ambitious families who are qualified to be leaders. Let alone others, internal friction is enough." Although the little girl's words lack skills and are too direct, Xiao Grufiz does not think it is offensive. "However, the core reason for internal friction is that there is no authoritative ruling. The dispute between two ordinary people can be found to find a judge to make a ruling. There is no such a 'judge' between two countries or two forces. However, our situation this time is different. It should be said that we have experienced a long quarrel within us. Even my brother was elected as a grand duke and was based on the premise of "not hereditary."

"Not hereditary? So, the next Grand Duke..."

"Yes, we have reached a secret agreement within. The next Grand Duke is not directly inherited by my brother's son, but has to go through a 'referral' procedure to choose a suitable successor among the six families. Of course, each family can only allow one member to participate in the election." Little Grufiz said in an seemingly understatement. "This is a very fair way. On the one hand, it gives the weak a chance: even if the competition for Grand Duke fails this time, it can try again next time; on the other hand, it is also to ensure that the best among us becomes the ruler."

"Why... believe that the Grufiz Guild is acting in accordance with this secret agreement?" This time, even the little girl noticed the loophole in the words. Hereditary inheritance can be said to be an unwritten rule in the entire human world! There are many such temporary "non-hereditary" agreements in history, which have led to the alliance of opposing political forces. But history also records the cold facts in black and white: all these agreements were finally broken. In modern times, such things have never appeared again because no one would believe that they would be implemented.

"Haha...well, I can only say there is a way to make everyone believe it." Xiao Grufiz replied.

"You believe this yourself?"

"Why don't you believe it?" said Grufiz a little regretfully. "It's agreed, but it can't be changed. Besides, this is a good thing for me personally. What I have to do is to try to teach my child well and give him the opportunity to inherit the position of the Grand Duke."

...

When Little Grufiz walked out the door, he took a special look at the tavern hospitality that was still napping. I don’t know if it was a deliberate or a coincidence, but in short, this qualified hospitality never woke up from his dream, so he didn’t hear anything.

It's really amazing, that little girl... It's a pity. Little Grufiz secretly felt sorry for the little queen in his heart. Although she quietly recruited her own power at this age, far beyond others' expectations, it's a pity that the situation is over. Unless Garunas is reborn, such a situation... is no hope no matter how you look at it.

Before leaving, the little queen said, "Please don't tell others about our meeting." Well, this sentence alone means that the little girl is not mature enough. Of course, at her age, she has done an exaggerated enough, but the rules of this world are not that young people must receive special care.

He stopped again at the entrance of the tavern. Where did the wind chime go? It was so dark and there was no way to find it, and it couldn't even find someone to ask.

While he was hesitating, he heard a slight sound of wind. Then a figure jumped off the roof next to the tavern.

"Ah, Miss Fengling!" Little Grufiz finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Where have you been?"

"It's nothing, I just met an acquaintance." Feng Ling's voice sounded calm, but her robe was stained with a lot of water. Because it was not raining at this time, little Grufiz could only think that she had either thrown her robe to the ground or fell down accidentally. However, among these two possibilities, the latter is really not great. And her behavior just now, um, it's undoubtedly just a casual reason to say "meet an acquaintance". "It's a pity that I... hey, is it really nostalgic?"

Fengling suddenly frowned, then closed his eyes and sniffed in the air.

"Strange, how could this place smell bloody?"

"The smell of blood?" Little Grufiz asked in surprise.

"Well, the smell of blood." Fengling replied, and she opened her eyes and looked around the tavern. "It's in this tavern... it should be today... at most yesterday, there was a bloodshed here. I'm afraid there are more than one person dead. What are you doing here?"

"This... I was actually looking for you, and then I met someone I knew on the way." Little Grufiz thought for a while and finally decided to answer like this. "But it's quite late now..."

"It doesn't matter, compared to our Lord Byron, you will have the patience to wait for us." Fengling replied without any concealment. "If he doesn't have this patience... then others will have this patience."

The contemptuous smell in her voice made Little Grufiz feel uncomfortable.

"Well, Miss Fengling, let's go there quickly." He forced a smile. "Anyway, Duke Byron is also the regent of this country. It is unpolite to ask him to wait too long."

...

While they were walking in the dark, in another place in the city, the "Red Rose" tavern in Huabian District, Rotia walked into his shop from the back door of the hotel. Like all taverns, in order to facilitate the transport of goods, there is a back door for transporting goods behind the tavern counter, but during normal business, this back door is always closed.

Today, "Red Rose" is temporarily closed, so the door outside is locked and it is dark inside. It is not a big deal to temporarily close the pub and rest for a day, at least it is not a big deal on the surface. So although people come and go on the bustling streets, no one cares too much about it. Almost no one noticed that the hotel owner Rotia had quietly returned to her store through the back door. Of course, even if her whereabouts were seen, what's the matter?

In the dim hotel, a light was turned on. Rotia sat alone under the light and prepared a glass of pink wine for herself. Each tavern has a different style and faces different customer groups. Her tavern is the type that specializes in making various cocktails. Because the guests here never specifically want to drink. A small glass of beautiful and expensive wine is the king.

Although things went much smoother than expected... but... it seemed that she had been delaying for a long time and had not come back until now? Rotia knew very well that her current sister had power that was much better than ordinary humans, and she was very familiar with the terrain of the city, but... she had delayed for too long.

Why, there is some... disturbing premonition?

She made her second glass of wine. In this glass of wine, she added a lot of honey. The sweet and fragrant drink entrance turned into a hot stream and went down the esophagus. This feeling is even intoxicating, at least it is lingering. In terms of bartending, she is already a master, and can even be regarded as a master.

It's almost done... No, it should be said that it's only a little bit. She has made full use of all the conditions she can use, and now all she needs to do is wait patiently.

What a pity, if there was an ally who was both capable and loyal... she was admiring the residual wine in the glass and thinking. If there was such a person, maybe she could organize a gang openly and let herself be invisible as the trader behind the scenes... That Ash Rufate was originally very suitable. Such a man with a firm will and skilled will be suitable for this. Unfortunately, although he is very powerful and trustworthy, he seems to have no ambitions in this regard at all.

Someone knocked on the back door a few times. A loud sound and two light sounds were exactly the agreed secret code.

Rotia stood up and opened the back door. Walking inside outside the door was a girl with a very similar appearance to her, so similar that anyone could see the blood relationship between the two at a glance.

"Lalia, why did it take so long?" Rotia asked quietly, and she brought it to the door.

"I met someone I shouldn't have met." Bloody Rose, or the girl named Lalia, said in a tone that I didn't know whether it was a sigh or a fear. "A companion from me."

"Comrade? What happened?"

"She is a girl who was sold to Sivania like me." Lalia suddenly took the half glass of wine from her sister and drank it dry. "I met me on the slave ship during the trip. I still remember that the night on the boat was very cold at that time, and we gathered together to keep warm. Later, she and I slept in the same room... Later, we accepted the vampire deal together..."

"You mean... she came to you?"

"No, she didn't come to me specifically. It should be said that she just met by chance. She was sent here for something else. I fought with her for a long time, but in the end she might have recalled the fact that we snuggled together to keep warm, maybe she was not sure to defeat me. In short, she let me go... and promised to hide it for me. But this is just a 'try to do my best'. She has sold her soul to a vampire, so the vampire is still very likely to know about me."

"Wait, is it possible that she is like you?"

"No, I'm afraid it's too late... She really accepted the vampire deal. I think her soul is under the full control of the vampire." Lalia dropped the wine glass in her hand. "But this is normal. When we were together, I noticed it... She seemed to be very grateful to the vampire and even liked it a little..."

When talking about the word "vampire", Lalia's body twitched clearly, and the fear on her face was much more than hatred.

"You mean, if the vampire completely controls her soul, it will..."

"At least on the surface, she fell in love with that monster uncontrollably." Lalia said. "I laughed at her and said that the monster had a lover long ago. If she wanted to be his lover, she would at least have to plan to go to bed with ten women... Do you know how she answered? She actually said that if the vampire was willing to ask her to sleep with fifty women, she would be willing to share it with fifty women."

"The vampire controls her soul?"

"It should be so. If I hadn't chosen to stay at that time...at that time... I would probably have become like this." Lalia slowly pulled out her long sword from her waist. This was a weapon slightly thinner than an ordinary long sword. The sword body was as smooth as a clear spring, which could clearly reflect her mirror image. Although this sword killed many people today, there was no trace of blood marks left on the sword, and there was no gap or anything else. Fools also understood that this was not an ordinary weapon, but it was not a magic weapon. Even the most outstanding magician could not detect the special energy on the sword, and the dwarf craftsman who was best at forging could not distinguish the metal material of the sword.

"No matter what, Sivania is too far away, and even a vampire can do nothing to me!"
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