The majestic and muscular Sleipnir streaked across the sky, roaring like thunder, and Angers' private plane had arrived in the small town of Portofino.
And Frost, who raised his head and looked at this scene, his eyes were even more gloomy. Flying naked over his head like this is tantamount to a provocation to the honor of the Gattuso family.
But the middle-aged man still had a faint smile on his face. He was not the playboy-like brother Pompeii, who would express his emotions and anger and become an uneducated playboy.
The old man in a pure black dress wore a gentleman's hat with a red rim, and his right hand, wearing a thick black leather glove, pressed a crutch made of dark wood, and slowly walked up the stairs with the help of a beautiful blonde assistant beside him.
Judging by their appearance, the old man is very similar to Jamil, who passed away not long ago. It is not difficult to find that Jamil has the habit of subconsciously imitating Conor because he has lived in the halo and shadow of his brother for a long time.
It's a pity that doing this won't make the pragmatic mixed-breeds look up to him.
"Hey, Conor, it's great to see you in good health." Before the old man had completely climbed the stairs, Frost, a junior, came down and waved to him.
"Frost, you have changed a lot. I remember the last time I saw you, you seemed to be this tall." Conor also laughed loudly and gestured with his left hand to indicate his height in the air.
Also as a family of patriarchs of the Secret Party, they will have contact in many aspects, such as business cooperation around the world.
Possessing dragon blood makes them consider themselves superior to others, and they also recognize each other, and jointly divide the huge gold wealth.
They climbed the richly decorated marble staircase to the top floor of the Splendid Hotel.
This is an empty room covering an area of 300 square meters. There are lifelike biological specimens placed in the four corners. The fur of jackals, tigers and leopards is as soft as living things.
In the center is a simple mahogany long table, seventeenth-century Venetian furniture, engraved with majestic and magnificent patterns of angels, dragons and snakes.
The walls are covered with portraits of past Camarilla leaders. The edges of the scrolls have yellowed and faded, but the latest one is of Menech Cassel, the founder and first president of the Lionheart Society.
Old people in long black clothes sit at the table, with wrinkled faces, but straight backs and top hats, looking more like a Sherlock Holmes detective party in Europe in the 17th century.
"Turing, I didn't expect to see you again."
"It's been a long time since we had a meeting like this, Mr. Vanderbilt."
"Little Conor of the Petty family showed the family token for a child, and the glory of their family has been extinguished." The old people whispered at the long table.
Any name that appears here is enough to set off turmoil around the world. Some have promoted the advancement of science and technology such as the Industrial Revolution, some have ended the Second World War, and some have cut off the heads of mythical dragons.
The dragon's blood gives them super vitality, so that they gradually lose their sense of novelty in everything in this world.
Their deeds are now only recorded in yellowed epics, and their names are announced as
The "death news" disappeared in people's hearts. And they are still sitting here now, just because of mankind's secret and great mission, to slay dragons.
At this moment, the heavy carved wooden door was pushed open, revealing some golden light that shone on their faces. Frost was leading Conal in.
The whispering voice stopped for a moment, and his eyes focused on Conor, with different expressions and meanings, but most of them were not very appreciative.
And the old man in black clothes didn't say hello, he just walked straight to his place with his crutches.
"Hmph..." An old man present grunted dissatisfiedly. Conor's eyes became colder and harsher, but he remained silent.
If it weren't for the use of family tokens to force a meeting of elders, the number of people participating in the meeting would have dropped by at least half.
There has never been such a grand meeting, which has nothing to do with the cause of dragon slaying, but is just for the sake of
The selfish interests of "a certain family".
"Sorry, I'm late, everyone." Finally, a white-haired old man wearing a white shirt and black trousers, slightly showing his strong chest muscles and arms, walked in slowly, with a faint smile on his face, which was not what he said. Show apologies.
Holding a bottle of whiskey in a tin box, the slightly slovenly old cowboy followed behind, swaying his butt coquettishly as he walked.
However, all the old congressmen present stood up immediately and looked at the two people who came in to show their respect.
"Ange, I'm just waiting for you to preside over the meeting." An old man waved and said with a smile, not taking the Gattuso family who was in charge of hosting this time and the Petty family who was convening the meeting seriously.
The two family heads have shown obvious anger, but every veteran councilor here is a top-notch person in terms of background, qualifications and contributions, and they cannot just move at their word.
As for the chubby old cowboy behind Angers, not to mention he looked carefree, he was blowing a greasy kiss to Elizabeth and the girl, but in the eyes of the older generation of Camarilla members, he was the terrifying mentor Flamel. .
And the previous mentor Flamel, the chief alchemist of the Camarilla, is the master of alchemy! This is a field that combines theology and science, and some people always like to use it when doing scams.
“Midas turns stone into gold”
The method of "turning water into oil" is used to deceive the public, but in the end the alchemy scam is always exposed. But Flamel is indeed powerful. The most significant result is the alchemy matrix he installed underground at Cassel College. The word spirit and precepts are amplified hundreds of times and thousands of times through the matrix, thus restraining them. The hybrids who live throughout the academy abuse the power of the devil.
Except of course, Lee Yong-yeon. As for the people of Flamel's lineage, if we can trace back to Nicholas Flamel, he was the first person to decipher the thirteen lines of dragon text from the alchemical classics. His achievements to this day still make Generations of new students have suffered from
"beneficial".
"Yeah, actually I shouldn't be presiding over this meeting." Angers slowly unbuttoned the cuffs of his hands and sighed softly.
The old congressman present looked puzzled, not knowing what he was trying to do.
"This meeting of elders is hosted by the Gattuso family and sponsored by the Petit family. They are discussing how to deal with my students and the forces behind them, but they still need me to preside over it?" Angers suddenly roared like a lion and cracked. The wrinkled but tough and handsome face showed the majesty of a dictator.
His ferocious eyes looked at Conal Petty, who couldn't help but tap the ground with his crutch to stand firm under this pressure.
"I'm just here to discuss a method, not to do anything to your students." Frost, as the acting head of the family, stepped forward in time to smooth things over, and without leaving a trace, he supported Conor's body that was shaking slightly with anger.
This was the first time he had seen Ang Ge, who regarded himself as an elegant gentleman, so furious. Even when he wielded his folding knife and slashed at dragons, his face was expressionless.
The old congressmen on the side are also trying their best to appease Angers' emotions. Even if they don't necessarily like Angers in their hearts, there is no doubt that he is the sharpest knife in the hands of the secret party. As long as this knife does not cut open their own people, There is no reason to break the knife in his chest.
Angers is also the elder of this group of secret parties, and he has been in office for a very long time. It is precisely because of his madman-like efficiency that the elders can always enjoy a peaceful life.
The participants in this meeting, except for the elders, are the ancient families who are school directors. Their power is larger and more bloated, and they are more like investors of the secret party, who are eager to see results and effectiveness.
Such as the cold and arrogant Countess Elizabeth Laurent and the underage girl, mixed with the decadent antiques of a faction to form a beautiful scenery.
"Conal Petty, tell me what you think." Angers took the first place in the crowd's persuasion and scolded his ministers like an ancient king.
The old man stroking his cane showed anger, but he did not dare to contradict Angers face to face.
"Everyone." He stood up and spoke slowly in a sad and mournful tone, as if the end of the world was about to come to them.
"My younger brother, Jamil Petty, died in the disaster when the dragons invaded Kassel College." His words were very skillful, and he did not directly say that Jamil died from slaying the dragon, but he undoubtedly died in the dragon invasion. Guidance in that direction.
"However, the family of Lee Yong-yeon, the new kid in Kassel, falsely accused him of being killed because he coveted his heir's sword, and issued an edict to the Petty family, demanding high compensation from us."
"This is a shame for the entire Petty family and a shame for the secret party." Conor suddenly waved his hands and his tone suddenly became high-pitched, as if he was eager to seek resonance.
But all he saw were the faces of drowsy old people. The passion, passion, and even emotions of these elders have all been worn away by time, and no matter how round or big the cake is, it will not interest them at all.
"Don't the Petty family have the ability to solve this little problem?" A gentleman wearing a tall round hat asked, followed by a burst of low laughter.
No matter what role Jamil played in this matter, or whether he did something stupid, it was a trivial matter to the entire Senate, and it was not worth discussing at the meeting.
In fact, they haven't even met Conor's silly brother.
"But our family's opponent is orthodox. In just one day, my decades-long arrangements in the Chinese financial market were wiped out." Conor's voice was as sharp as a silver fork on a goblet. The friction was so disturbing that he became hysterical.
The members of the Senate were silent, but not because of the noise, but because of that word, orthodoxy.
Not everyone forgets the existence of this organization like Conor.
"Are you talking about the Li family orthodoxy?" An old man stood up tremblingly on crutches. He was nearly 130 years old, almost the same age as Angers.
Conor didn't know his intention and just nodded indifferently.
"How did you reply to them?" The old man's face suddenly turned cold, and he asked loudly regardless of the occasion, as if they had provoked something special.
"Of course I rejected their rude request. Why are you so crazy, Felix?" Conor said angrily after being questioned in public.
"Stupid, confused!" the old man known as Felix clapped his hands and yelled, making a loud bang on the solid wood floor on the top floor of the hotel.
"Did you know..." The old man pointed at Conor. Before he could finish his words of reproach, there was a burst of submachine gunfire, and a buzzing siren sounded throughout the hotel halfway up the mountain.
"What's going on?" Frost's eyes changed, and he rushed to the far window first, while the elders participating in the meeting began to feel restless.
The sky in the distance has turned dark, the sea that looks blue and clear in the sun now looks desolate and cold, and the small town surrounded by mountains looks like a ghost.
"Who shot just now?" Frost shouted down from the corridor on the top floor of the hotel. The mixed-race guards trained by the Gattuso family were patrolling below. The sound just now was unique to the Beretta M12 submachine gun equipped.
A man among the patrolling guards below stood up and pointed to the sky in the distance with a horrified expression.
Frost recognized him. He was the famous eagle eye in the guard. His long-sighted eyes, blessed by dragon blood, could even see things a thousand meters away.
He pressed on the railing and cast his sight into the distance again. There seemed to be some strange golden color coming out of the dark and billowing clouds.
"What the hell, what kind of guy is that?" Suddenly, Frost roared loudly, and all the senators were frightened.
The body structure is similar to that of a human, but it is strong and capable. He is wearing neat and solemn gold armor, but a pair of slowly flapping golden bone membrane wings extend from his back. He is wearing a majestic and ferocious dragon head mask, and his empty eye sockets are Lit up a hot and bright flame.
He looks like a born perfect warrior, showing strength and beauty everywhere. But now, golden figures emerge from the dark clouds, all dressed in uniform, with cold and cold eyes that are chilling, like gods descending to earth.
"Shen Ce Army!" The elder who had lived the longest and knew the most wailed. The army that was originally used to fight the gods was used against the secret party.
They didn't know whether they felt honored or sad.
"What is the Divine Strategy Army? Felix." Frost was a little panicked at this moment and asked the old man quickly.
"Just like the secret troops of our secret party frozen in the Greenland Sea, each of the Shence Army is composed of the strongest deadliest warriors who have been transformed into dragons in the orthodox world. The dragon's blood makes them immortal, and when paired with alchemy equipment, they are even more powerful. Invincible. They are painless and fearless, and are the most ruthless and cold-blooded fighting weapons." The old man tried to answer their questions as fast as possible.
"As long as you know that you are still a hybrid." Frost turned around and spat out a few cold words from between his teeth. He looked into the distance. At this moment, they had formed an array, waved their membrane wings and began to dive at high speed, like hunting. The ruthless falcon eagle.
"Raise the gun!" He roared, and blood began to spread on his thick neck. The Gattuso family guards below raised their submachine guns with serious expressions and stared motionless at the sky.
Their golden eyes lit up, their muscles swelled, and their bodies became more majestic and strong. The first round of the Shence Army's charge has arrived. They hold the golden sword in both hands, vibrate the wings behind their backs, and slash down with thunderous momentum.
A series of bright golden arcs expanded rapidly in people's eyes.
