I Am The Human Emperor

2021-12-02

  Chapter 64 62. Brig (Chapter 1 first issue)

The word father, in Brig’s life It occupies a huge place in it, it is cold, majestic, and absolutely unquestionable.

Vampire raised his eyebrows at the mirror, and the handsome reflection gave him indifferent eyes, as if the prey in front of him was dying at any time.

Yes, that's great.

"Master Marquis asked you to go to the basement." The voice of an attendant came from outside the door.

The basement?    He hasn't been there for a long time. The basement always makes Brig feel uneasy, even though he often stayed in it when he first became a vampire, and now he is count, if not in front of the father, how much Also considered a high-ranking person.

And he is also a blood user.

Brig doesn't care about this identity like other nobles. Compared with the younger brother Norman, who is also a blood user, his blood energy is like a joke. Father will not even remember that he has this ability.

He is jealous of Norman.

This is Brig's secret in the bottom of his heart. No one has heard or discovered it, because he has never shown any dissatisfaction or hostility towards Norman.

Although he is a count, he is even just a Baron.

Brig steps down the stone steps.

The basement is very spacious, about two thousand square meters, basically equivalent to the "hall". There are hundreds of dying mortals hanging on the walls, and their blood runs along the hooks that pass through the skin. Flowing down, along the ground texture spread to the entire hall, forming a complicated pattern.

If it is in other places, these rich and delicious blood will definitely make him feel happy and comfortable, but the lines they gather make instinctively resist.

The fact that he can't understand array reminds him of a cruel fact all the time.

Father doesn't trust him.

Then, he saw what he really feared.

Father's silent back.

The low voice of the Marquis made him want to turn around and escape from here:

"How is it going?"

Brig reported his work hoarsely:    "The two counts and the three viscounts were all killed, without seeing my face or leaving any traces."

These are the most basic content.

The Marquis said:

"Your younger brother..."

Brig's heart sank.

"...dead." The marquis said calmly with his hands folded, "but Julia is still alive."

He didn't react.

Then there was an uncontrollable sense of loss. No, it shouldn't be like this. He should have proved that he was more valuable than Norman, but then reason regained his thinking.

The ecstasy arrived as expected.

Brig’s sanity told himself that he would never have the right to change his father’s thoughts on them. The facts have proved Norman’s level, and there is no better result than this.

He is very happy.

As for Julia...

He still likes this younger sister who has no innate talent, but before the last news, her life and death are not so important, and the Marquis Will mention this...

Brig knows he has a new mission.

The Marquis did not mention the loser again and said:    "I left something when I transformed her. Take this with you when you go. Take out her efforts and give it to me. My blood."

When Brig heard this, he noticed that there was a strangely shaped sharp wooden nail on the floor.

He didn't move. Father didn't like how he moved when he spoke.

The Marquis continued:

"She is now in Innocent Town, which is the magical creation of Elizabeth."

Brig wanted to rub his gums to Resolve the jealousy that emerges from the body's instinct.

His father didn't mention the name less, and he always spoke with praise in his tone of voice.

"My allies brought me a message that our compatriots are trying to plant the tentacles of the blood god in the magic field there.

"But they met resistance, And if the intelligence is okay, Elizabeth should still be seeing the Night King at this time. "

Brig lowered his head.

He had never seen any "ally" in the mouth of a father.

The Marquis never wanted him to believe in The God of Blood, the only Sovereign of blood and flesh, to be honest, he doesn’t like this Evil God very much.

But if he can become his believer, it means that father is already willing to take these things I gave it to myself, and agreed to be his colleague.

But the Marquis never mentioned it.

Never.

The Marquis lifted up Arm, pick up the sharp silver blade on the front desk:    "I want you to go to Innocent Town to get my hard work, but this is not your main task. Even if it fails, it doesn’t matter. You can do it for the second time. Sacrifice the former. "

No.

He wants the best of both worlds.

"Your real mission this time is to remove our obstacles, and you are not the main member of this mission. At that time, several servants of my teaching will go there.

"You have to cooperate with them, contact and figure out where our enemy is on the surface, how to kill him, if you can, don't let yourself be exposed, do things better."

He has always done beautifully.

"Also, I heard that you want to join the church?"

The cold sweat wet his back.

Brig said:    "Yes."

He didn’t know how father got his idea, but he was not surprised either. Father always knew everything. , Brig only felt fear.

This impossible is a reward, because in that case, the Marquis will not mention what he thinks, but will directly make him a servant of the God of Blood.

This is beating.

"When you meet them, you can feel what kind of people our colleagues are by the way, and if your task is done well enough, then I will let you gain faith in True God Chance."

He pressed his head lower:   "As you bid."

Click.

The Marquis turned around:

"lifts the head."

Brig obediently followed.

The squirming and writhing flesh and blood on his head that he was looking directly at.

He felt that he must be showing a look of fear, or in fact his face was still as stiff as usual, this is just his own illusion.

In the spiral of flesh and blood, the voice of the Marquis came out:    "This mission is very important. Even if you have to pay the price of your life, you must help others achieve their goals. , Do you understand?"

Brig replied:

"I understand."

No, not at all.

He does this every time he is tasked.

This is the only reason father still trusts him.

He can always succeed, even if he discards all his dignity, battered and exhausted and flees, he almost died several times, and abandoned some things he wanted...

It will succeed.

Brig leaned down and grasped the magic wooden peg.

I hope Julia and the blood of that stumbling block can be exchanged for father's favor.

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