“Allons enfants de la Patrie
let's go! Children of the motherland,
Le jour de gloire est arrival.
The glorious day has arrived.
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Aux armes citoyens!
Take up arms! Citizens!
Formez vos bataillons,
Get organized! Your army!
Marchons, marchons!
go ahead! go ahead!
Qu'un sang impur
The enemy's dirty blood
Abreuve nos sillons.
Will irrigate our fields! "
At the noisy banquet party, Wendy was wearing a little white pajamas, sitting in the shadow of the stairs, hugging the big pillar of the handrail tightly, and taking a step forward was the bright lights below reflected on the white steps. He drew his legs back, completely immersing himself in darkness.
Late at night in winter, in the newly renovated mansion in downtown Paris, the attendants of all sizes have not yet rested, preparing various things for the dignitaries in the living room, ballroom, and restaurant. Wendy's hand holding the armrest was cold to her shoulders, and her bare feet were almost numb.
Was it my father who was leading the guests in singing "La Marseillaise" just now? Wendy stared at the gap in the stairwell. They talked about some auction business in Paris. Why did they sing this song? And singing it in such a nonchalantly sarcastic tone... She had sung this song with her father before, when he taught her to ride a horse.
Why has he changed so much? I no longer discuss research with her, and the jokes I make are frivolous and meaningless. In addition to becoming more and more active in doing business, spending more and more freely, I pay less and less attention to myself.
Obviously she used to live in seclusion in Boulogne and only had a few long-term partners. Now she doesn't know any of the people in the living room, and those acquaintances from the past have never been here again.
Also, after arriving, I found that my father had become younger like magic, so I guess I had to ask questions.
My aunt once scolded my father for making a deal with the devil to become young. Wendy thought that she was no longer a child, and Elizabeth still used such words to try to comfort her.
Dad's temperament changed drastically... He didn't explain anything to his aunt. Is dad really possessed by the devil like in the story books? Wendy tugged at the corner of her clothes.
But that face was clearly that of her father, and even though he had become younger, she could still recognize it.
My aunt couldn't sleep every day since that day, and often cried behind her back. Her health became worse and worse... Does anyone still remember mom?
Wendy was shivering with cold, her stomach was growling with hunger, and her limbs were weak. She stubbornly looked into the gap, hoping to see Victor come upstairs to see her and find her here.
One hour, two hours... The sound of the big clock swinging gradually left in Wendy's ears. When she tried her best to open her eyes, it was almost dawn and there was silence downstairs.
Another night of waiting was in vain.
Wendy groaned unconsciously, climbed up with difficulty, and walked downstairs. Everything had been neatly packed away, and no one was there.
She rubbed her hands, lowered her face, walked to the kitchen in frustration, opened the refrigerator, and found a piece of chocolate to fill her stomach. so bitter.
Eating alone again, otherwise only my aunt would be there, so the new mother sent Héloïse away.
The sun had just poked its head out from the clouds. Wendy looked out the window and saw only dust dancing messily in the sunlight. She was as lonely as she was, delusional that her dance could catch people's eyes, but she didn't know that only Only in the silence of the sun can he barely appear.
Wendy swallowed something, walked quietly upstairs, changed her clothes, brought a little money and the old book she read before her father went on a business trip. Although the pages were yellowed and the words were thick and dense, She couldn't understand much at all, but she still wore it like an amulet.
Wendy went out without any hindrance and spent money to buy a white platycodon in the small square at the corner. Under the surprised gaze of the flower seller, she dragged her petite but tired body and walked alone to Père Lachaise Cemetery. .
The cemetery is some distance away from the city. When she tried her best to reach it, she was sweating from exhaustion. She walked into the passage panting heavily and walked past the tombs with stacked drawers. The carved pillars and statues of saints were covered with snow, leaving only black, white and gray in the entire cemetery.
Wendy walked zigzag to a tomb with graceful trees. Looking at the tall white ashlar stone tomb, she gently placed the flowers at the feet of the exquisitely carved saint, looking through the rusty tomb. I looked at the iron tomb door, looked at the sacrificial chamber, and passed through the partition door inside to reach my mother's tomb. Unfortunately, she came here alone, and it was difficult to find her father to get the key, so she could only sit at the feet of the tall white stone tablet and the saint. While meditating.
Two days ago, my aunt got engaged. The new mother said that her aunt should move away, and encouraged her to go with her... Thinking of these words, she couldn't sleep well these days, and she felt very lost because of her father's change, so she had to come Mother finds solace here. Wendy hugged the old book that was said to have been brought by her mother tightly, and watched Baijiji lying at the feet of the saint, holding back tears.
I don't know since when, there was a person standing next to her. Wendy raised her head blankly, but the book in her arms was gently picked up.
"The Count of Monte Cristo, I've seen it too, and it seems you like it too." The voice sounded like that of a young and delicate girl, and her voice seemed softer and gentler when she spoke French.
Wendy didn't respond, and the girl sat down. To this day, Wendy can no longer remember her appearance, but she only remembers that she talked a lot.
"Are you so young that you can't understand? I'll read it to you."
"Um."
"...Hey, look at this bookmark, 'Victor d'Orleans, 1950, and Charles d'Orleans, 1895? Could it be..." The girl raised her head and glanced at Wendy.
An electric light flashed in Wendy's mind. By the way, her father seemed to have mentioned it...
Family history…
When she reacted again, she didn't know when she had taken the pen the girl borrowed from her and wrote "Wendy Vandro Orleans" on a piece of paper.
Was this... something she requested to write? How could she have such an idea?
Why not?
"Come on, it's your turn to read to me next time!" The girl took the piece of paper, left the book, and ran away like a fly.
In the huge cemetery, the little child sat quietly, looking at the direction the girl left, with only the sound of the lonely wind sweeping through the empty branches in his ears.
Three years later.
...It was another carnival night. Wendy found the key to her father's study, went in, and started rummaging through the cabinets.
At first, she really just wanted to know something related to "Orleans" and wanted to prove whether her family was descended from that surname. But, as if by fate, she dug out an experimental record.
ΔPlan. Signed Alexander Bunin.
...Create hybrids? New dragon clan? Cloning technology...how could such a ridiculous thing exist? Wendy landed on the chair with a plop, staring at the complicated diagrams and various results on the data, cloning? Manipulating French mixed-race society and then Europe...
Could it be that... Wendy covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes flashed in the darkness, and tears fell silently.
He, not "him"!
The words "I won't see you again" originally said out of anger turned out to be a prophecy, separating life and death.
"Wendy? Why are you..." Victor opened the door and saw Wendy sitting at the desk, raising her little face covered in tears, "Dad, you... threw it away and gave it to you." Is there a statue of the Virgin..." Wendy's eyes were filled with sadness.
At the mention of that woman, Victor couldn't help frowning and yelled at her to get out. Wendy wiped her tears and left in a hurry. He didn't notice the pile of information tucked into her skirt, but just said dissatisfied and irritably. The door slammed shut.
Five years later, Victor Vivare, who had been missing for a long time, was presumed dead. The power of the family fell on stepmother Wendy.
In this regard, sixteen-year-old Miss Wendy held her aunt Elizabeth's hand tightly and remained noncommittal.
Throughout her middle school years, she lived in a villa in the Bois de Boulogne without telling Elizabeth.
After nightfall, Wendy opened the door to the basement. Inside were alchemy artifacts that her father had never mentioned to her. There was actually an ancient corpse that could move. Except for being unable to speak, everything obeyed her orders. Here, The forest protects her and is the only friend she can trust.
I didn’t expect that my father is also a collector of ancient corpses. Does your mother know? . Wendy rarely smiled sincerely, with a happy blush on her face. Yes, this is her favorite little home... She put her schoolbag on the small sofa and walked to the inner room of the laboratory.
This is where "Victor" pays the price. No matter how loud and miserable he screams, in this forest, he is just the reappearance of the ghost in La Fontaine's story. As for Wendy... Wendy opened the small cold storage that she bought recently. Inside was a series of extracted blood samples, which filled almost the entire shelf. Holding an iPad, she recorded the analyzed components with a smile on her face. A sweet smile, fluorescent light illuminated her young face.
Watching him being dismembered by her own hands and draining all the value out of him over the years, Wendy felt unprecedentedly happy.
She doesn't need much social fame. As long as she masters information technology, she can come into contact with the dark side world step by step.
This Victor wants to replace his father and become king? Haha, Wendy thought of how his slutty face disappeared in the firelight and painful experiments. Her father's wrinkles never looked old in her eyes, not like that guy. Just take a look...
All disgusting. After the analysis, Wendy shook her hands and closed the cold storage door.
She walked this road for him.
However, if she wants to become stronger and master more techniques, just having these data is not enough.
There seems to be a Kassel academy? She turned her head and looked at the copy of "The Count of Monte Cristo" that she had carefully preserved, and her emerald eyes ignited with blazing fire.
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Qin Li stepped on the pedal and walked into the RV. He saw Qin Luo sitting at the bar, holding a crystal cup and shaking blood-red liquid. The red liquid exudes a breathtaking luster under the light. Its translucent state is confusing and beautiful. With the movement of Qin Luo's hand, circles of traces appear on the wall of the cup, and then disappear quickly.
"Is there something serious to talk about?" Qin Li pulled up the chair, sat upright, and looked at Qin Luo. Her eyes were no longer blocked by the power to confuse other people's organs. They were no longer a gentle smoky quartz gem color. They were now The golden pupils were as bright as day, crystal clear, but there was a trace of blood-like mist floating looming.
"I've seen you move alone for a while, but you've become even more unsteady." Qin Luo took a sip of the red liquid without looking at Qin Li.
"The war... is about to start again. It's not that I'm wavering, it's just... you know I've never been able to integrate into that group, I was born different." Qin Li still stared at her.
Qin Luo smiled slightly.
"What role are you going to play this time?" Qin Li continued to ask.
"This time, the old throne is about to collapse, and the new king will ascend the throne on the frost path of becoming a god... This time, I am in danger."
Qin Li hurriedly grabbed Qin Luo's hand, but she just looked at him coldly, "You go for me. My current behavior is paving the way for you."
"If you don't want to be like Norton, just listen to me and I will come back." Qin Luo warned again.
Qin Li was at his wits end. It seemed that some important parts of the historical machine were in motion and could not be stopped. However, he, who had never participated in it, had to face this alone.
"No problem...Aren't you going to tell me those things in the past?"
Qin Luo smiled again, "You have found the clue yourself, haven't you?"
"You mean Lu Mingfei? And Chu Zihang and Cassel?"
"I won't spoil it for you. If you follow Lu Mingfei, what you know may be more real than what I see."
Now that the war has begun, Qin Li also knows that Qin Luo is notorious and familiar among the dragon kings who are about to awaken, and it is really not suitable to represent them anymore.
This time, she put the bet on him and let him play the dark side.
As always, Qin Li and Qin Luo's goal is to be the "beneficiaries of the war." Opposite them were the "Prince", the entire Kassel, and some mixed-race families who had always wanted to divide the inheritance. A more complex war seems to be more difficult to deal with than it was ten thousand years ago.
"I plan to change the way." Qin Li whispered.
Qin Luo said, "I thought too...that's why I gave it to you to try. This time the black king and the white king are different from last time. It's not in vain that I have been in human society for so many years and have many chess pieces that can be used."
Qin Li nodded, "I think I can specialize in the dark side."
"That's right... Now we have the United Kingdom in our hands. Italy is not ours to control. The most important thing now is to win over Western Europe and Northern Europe." Qin Luo took out his small notebook and handed it to Qin Li.
"Have you identified Wendy a long time ago?" Qin Li opened the page and looked at Qin Luo, a little unbelievable. Did you start preparing more than ten years ago?
"I believe you can handle her. With her and their family, we can attack Western Europe without attracting the attention of Gattuso's old maggots." Qin Luo narrowed his eyes, and an evil and naughty smile appeared in his eyes. .
"...No, sister, based on what I know about her, your way of learning from me is not perfect. Moreover, I am not so straightforward in everything." Qin Li turned to the last page of the note, and he was still filled with admiration. Momentary non-physiological spasm and twitching of facial organs.
Qin Luo was startled and blinked. Qin Li was sweating a little, "Don't worry, I said I will come this time and I won't mess it up. It's strange that you can succeed with this outline..."
Four big words, "coercion and inducement". There is also an explanation, "Chinese idiom, soft can't handle hard".
"Sister, why are you so smart when it comes to making money and socializing, but I'm still good at spying..."
Qin Luo stepped on Qin Li hard.
"Why do you dislike me? I'm just imitating your behavior, okay? Don't you usually recruit people like a gym? If I do it myself, I will definitely create various opportunities, such as causing an economic crisis for their family. Let’s help Wendy take advantage of the situation..."
"That's wrong." Qin Li shook his head, "According to the information, Wendy's obsession is not greed. Do you think everyone is the same as you? You are extremely ambitious, even though it is a congenital defect..."
Qin Luo was speechless, "Well, lazy people still know how to play the emotional card."
"Her true heart is with her parents and stepmother."
Qin Luo put down his cup heavily, his face full of joy, "Great, the war has begun, and we must not fall behind in preparing for the war. The truth of that year is finally coming to light!"
As a villain, Qin Li, looking at his wise and foolish sister, the best way to deal with it is to ignore her middle child.
Profitable, by any means necessary? Qin Li couldn't help but smile. It was quite satisfying to be a charming villain.
The last time Lois defeated the Black King and the White King beautifully, this time, like never before, she wanted to defeat the "businessmen" and "upstarts" who were the so-called dragon-slaying heroes.
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"Your wine..."
"Wine? No, this is sour plum soup. Have you never had it in China? Silly brother, why can't you take care of yourself..."
"..."
"Hey, remember, I don't drink red wine. My style is different from some neurotic ones. I prefer vodka and Erguotou..."
Oh, I understand, others taste power, but you taste bad habits.
I have never seen sour plum soup served in a tall glass...
