Marquis Leighton seemed to have thought of something, and shook his head like a rattle. His body shook, his eyes became blurred, and his voice was as hoarse as rubbing sandpaper.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I really didn't see anything! Really!
"
The caramel-eyed young man drank the fragrant tea calmly, "Since I didn't see it, I won't kill you. Just relax."
Emperor Virgil's voice seemed to have some magic power, and Marquis Leyton breathed a sigh of relief. He still didn't dare to get up and just lay down.
"Leyton, let me ask you a question, and you answer me truthfully."
The caramel-eyed young man stared straight at the dark black lead clouds in the sky, his eyes as deep as ancient wells.
His deep eyes were like a moonless lake in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were raised up, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.
He overlooked the night view of the Scarlet City. The lights of this thousand-year-old city were reflected in his eyes, shining like bright stars in the sky, waiting for the king's return.
"You ask. I will definitely tell you everything I know." Marquis Leighton lowered his posture and wished he could lie on the ground.
At this time, there was a playful smile in Emperor Virgil's eyes, "Have you ever raised a dog?"
Um?
Marquis Leighton was stunned for a moment instinctively, and then hurriedly replied: "I have raised it."
"So do you think you like it?"
"Of course, it was very obedient. When it died, I cried for a long time."
"Yes, it is very obedient." The corners of Virgil's mouth slightly raised as if this guy had taken the role of a follower very sensibly, "But just imagine, if you order it to bite someone, it will object to you barking. Yell, will you still like it?"
"I need you to bring all the vampires back, no matter the cost."
Marquis Leighton was stunned for a moment, and then said hurriedly: "Now many places have become the territory of werewolves and the undead. If we call them back, it is likely to cause huge casualties."
Could Emperor Virgil not know?
But he sent the Marquis of Abro to eliminate hidden dangers, and naturally some blood descendants were needed to fill the gap.
How can a blood memorial be carried out without blood descendants?
In fact, he didn't know how much life was needed to fill this ritual, but the more, the better.
Marquis Leighton was silent.
He has been in charge of the army for more than 200 years, but he knows that once he gives this order, less than one-third of the blood descendants will be able to come back, which is no different from sending death.
And he will also become a murderer.
Emperor Virgil glanced at Marquis Leyton and continued: "It doesn't matter. If you don't want to, I won't force you. However, you saw the death of old Meng En."
Old Meng En was the old man who loved reading pornographic magazines and provided information to Emperor Virgil.
In fact, Marquis Leighton didn't know what happened to old Mon En.
But old Meng En disappeared out of thin air.
He did not leave the Scarlet City because the patrols at various checkpoints here were extremely strict.
But there was no body. He just disappeared out of thin air, as if he had never been born, never lived in this world, and left no trace.
An art through the mirror.
An art presented by Virgil the Great.
Marquis Leighton took a breath of air. Although his behavior of not caring about the army may make him despised, if he doesn't do this, he will die. He will definitely die!
I haven't lived enough in this life, how can I die here? !
They are just a group of soldiers, and if they die, they die.
If you want to say that Marquis Leighton is trash and heartless, you are definitely wrong.
Among all the blood descendants, Duke Bolton naturally has the utmost trust in handing over military power to Layton.
He is an absolute genius.
The reason why he says this does not mean that his understanding is good, nor does it mean that his talent is high.
Just because the world loves him a little more, he is inherently ahead of many others.
He is extremely talented and is a good player in the army. He was once a lone brigade of the Golden Horse and the Great Sword who hunted down the werewolf clan and drove them to the borderlands.
It is because of his prowess that he has a high prestige in the army.
Of course, Marquis Leighton was from a lower class background and his status among blood descendants was not high. After gaining power, there were usually two paths.
First, like the protagonists in some movies, work hard, strive all the way to the top, and resist all temptations.
The second is that they don’t want to make progress and gradually sink.
The next development of Marquis Leighton was the second path. Under the praise, flattery, flattery and support of the people around him, he began a life of depravity.
He gradually became arrogant and arrogant. He had not fought with anyone for many years. His figure had also gained weight and was out of shape. In recent years, he even had five concubines.
These concubines need to be taken care of, and Marquis Leighton has long lost the enthusiasm he had when he dared to block an army of hundreds of people with just one axe.
Therefore, being ordered around by Emperor Virgil like this, he naturally had anger in his heart, and the anger in his heart was not hidden from Emperor Virgil.
"Remember, don't think about betraying me or backstabbing me, otherwise, I will make you suffer more than death." The corner of Emperor Virgil's mouth curled up slightly.
The next moment, a thin murmur like a wave kept echoing in Marquis Leyton's mind.
It turned into chaotic light and shadow, flashing crazily in front of my eyes.
Hallucination?
But this illusion is too real.
What Marquis Leighton felt at this moment was as if someone had forced hundreds of singing and dancing crazy women into his brain, and every thought was impacted by those crazy sounds and images!
"puff"
A silver dagger penetrated Layton's left palm, pinning him to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a second dagger appeared in the sky and nailed Leighton's right hand.
The third one, left foot.
The fourth one, right foot.
Bo Bo's blood flowed into lines from the four wounds... and filled the entire ground.
The severe pain almost tore Layton's whole body apart.
In the strange pain, Marquis Leighton didn't know how long this process lasted.
When he was about to faint, Layton suddenly felt his body loosen up, the pain subsided, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
"I have seen through your destiny a long time ago." Emperor Virgil said calmly: "Some people choose their destiny, while some people are overwhelmed by the difficulties and fears they see and stop moving forward. They can only wait to be deceived by their destiny. chosen.”
"Of course, there is another type of people whose destiny has been controlled by others. The way for such people to live a long life is to be obedient."
Cold sweat wetted Layton's clothes. He looked at the young man with caramel eyes who still looked calm, swallowed, and knew what he should do.
Suddenly, a cold rain began to fall outside, and the moon was hidden in the clouds. It was almost impossible to see anything in the darkness, with only a few dim street lamps emitting a bit of light.
The wheels undulated on the bumpy road, driving away Marquis Leighton's fatigue. He needed to rush to the Military Intelligence Office as soon as possible to issue instructions.
This mattered to his life, and he did not dare to neglect it for a moment.
The interior of the mechanical carriage was dark and dark, so quiet that one could hear the crows neighing under the eaves, the sound of water gathering into streams, the sound of ruts running over the brick road, and the lingering murmurs in the ears.
