Chapter 827 Liaison Officer

The blood of the Night Clan is not only the carrier of the immortal power, it is also an extremely precious alchemical material. But apart from that, what few people know is that within the Night Clan, in the strict class built by blood, Blood also has many wonderful uses and is the actual embodiment of power.

Serei gently touched some blood with his fingertips. As he stared, he felt that his blood was slowly heating and boiling. The beast hidden in his heart seemed to be trying to escape, and was about to move.

"Where did this blood come from?"

Sere suddenly asked, his voice echoing in the silent undead club. After a few seconds, the darkness began to creep, and a black cat that was almost integrated with the shadow came out.

"Bologo," Weier said, "Bologo just brought someone back, and this is the blood dripping from his body."

"Have you seen his appearance clearly?" Sere asked.

Weier said, "No, he was wrapped in black cloth. It seemed that he was afraid of being exposed to the scorching sun."

Se Lei's eyes became heavy, as if he was hesitating about something. At this moment, Weier advised, "Don't be like this, Se Lei, you have nothing to do with all this."

"It's irrelevant... people are bound to have a lot of bad curiosities."

Serei laughed helplessly. After thinking again and again, he no longer resisted his own nature. A strong thirst for blood aroused from the bottom of his heart. He opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the blood on his fingertips. .

A little bit of blood entered the throat and was digested by Sere. As the son of the Night King, Sere's absolute pure blood power completely conquered the nameless blood at this moment and squeezed out a lot of information from it.

Blood is a gift and a carrier of power.

Closing his eyes, Sere instantly unearthed many illusions from the blood. First, he saw the appearance of the owner of the blood. He was a slightly weathered priest with a kind smile on his face. Sere could vaguely I can really feel that his character is pious and sincere, but under this beautiful character, he is also full of extremes.

"Then what?"

Sere murmured softly, as if giving orders to the blood, and then the blood obeyed Sere's orders.

The surroundings suddenly became silent. In the darkness with his eyes closed, Sere saw a faint light of thunder, and then he smelled moist vapor. Soon after, the sound of raindrops filled his ears.

"What have you experienced?" Sere continued to ask.

As a pure-blooded Night Tribe, Sere has absolute dominance over his lower-level Night Tribes. He can distinguish each other's image, personality, and even memories based on blood alone.

So in that scarlet memory, Sere crossed time and space and saw York's vague memory. As the rainstorm became increasingly fierce, Sere saw those scarlet eyes in York's memory.

"You can call me... regent."

Sere opened his eyes suddenly, and the chilling aura was released from his body. In an instant, he was no longer the drunk man, but a monster about to break out of the cage.

The terrifying aura disappeared in an instant. Sere stabilized his emotions, stood up slowly, rubbed the blood on the ground with the sole of his shoe, and wiped it dry.

"What did you see, Sere?"

Wei'er has long heard about the unique abilities of the pure-blooded Night Clan.

"nothing."

Sere shook his head, looking nonchalant, "Anyway, no matter what happens, the Order Bureau will solve it."

He said with a smile on his face and used Weier's previous words, "This has nothing to do with us."

"Is it really irrelevant?"

A strange voice sounded, with a mocking tone.

Serei turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, the smile on his face froze. He saw a vague figure standing in the darkness behind Wei'er, with those scarlet eyes as Serei saw from his blood memory. That way.

"Really?" the figure asked again.

"Regent……"

Sere's expression turned cold, and the violent desire to kill emerged again, but the other party was not frightened by Sere at all. He just let out a burst of noisy laughter and dissipated into nothingness in the darkness.

"who are you talking to?"

Weier asked doubtfully. It followed Sere's line of sight and looked behind her, but there was nothing there except shadows.

Sere blinked, and the regent's figure disappeared, as if what he just saw and heard was just his imagination.

That's not an illusion.

Blood is the carrier of power and the inseparable link between the Night Clan.

When Sere spied on the Regent from his blood memory, the Regent also sensed Sere's existence, and used this to transcend restrictions and establish contact with Sere. At this moment, Sere couldn't help but guess the blood rank of the Regent. , and where did he get the blood?

"Are you okay? Sere."

Wei'er looked at Sere with some worry. Since the rise of the Night Clan, Sere's mental state has been obvious to everyone.

Serei didn't say a word, just ducked back into the bar, drank a few bottles of wine, trying to let alcohol save everything... but he couldn't get drunk at all.

Sere murmured, "It's really painful to wake up..."

…

The regent opened his eyes, with a meaningful smile on his face. He had thought about contacting Sere, but he didn't expect to do it in this way. He stood up and simply stretched his body. The regent looked into the room. of the other two.

"What do you think of my proposal?"

After a moment of silence, a suspicious voice sounded, "You mean, you can help us liberate the herd-devouring beast, and the price is... we must succeed?"

The eyes of Hammer and Idel were full of doubts, and they were surprised by the regent's promise.

"Yes, I need to keep the Order Bureau busy. As long as it can consume their power, this little help is not worth mentioning to me." The Regent said.

"Then what are you going to do?" Idel didn't understand. "Just for...for the person you are looking for?"

"It's almost the same, but the situation may be more complicated," the regent said. "Now she doesn't know that I have come to Oath City Opos, and thinks that she is out of my control... I must move quickly, preferably Once it succeeds, once it arouses her vigilance, she may hide in a place that I can't reach, and then my purpose will fail."

"Hiding in the Order Bureau?" Hammer asked.

"No, it's a more troublesome place than the Bureau of Order." The regent didn't intend to say it clearly.

"So, do you understand my dilemma? I only have one chance, but the location of the operation is the enemy's base camp. This is really stressful."

The Regent then brought the topic to Hammer and Idel, "As for you, are you engaged in a power struggle within the Orangutan Sect?"

Hammer and Idel looked at each other, and had no choice but to confess, "The war is coming, a new round of disputes sweeping across the continent."

"The Orang Rot Sect is gathering strength to make our loose group closer together again, so it needs a unified will to eliminate unnecessary impurities."

"You are a person with power. According to my understanding, your position is only a bishop at most, and you cannot touch the higher power," the regent guessed, "So are you going to be eliminated?"

Hammer fell silent, and the Regent knew that he had guessed correctly, "The little power you have left is about to be taken away by others. That's why you and him, the Disaster Waiter, did this in such a panic. This is such a stupid thing, you want to release the herd-eating beast and regain the attention of that lady? "

Seeing the silence between the two, the Regent continued, "It should be more than that."

Hammer suppressed his emotions and said with hatred, "Zongge Band and Order Bureau, they ruined everything for me."

"What happened?" the regent was curious.

"About a year ago, we performed a mission, and under the order of the lady, we conducted a transaction with the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce," Idel said slowly, "That transaction item was very important, but when we got that After trading the items, we were attacked by the Bureau of Order and the items were snatched away. We were ready to give chase, but the Zongge Band suddenly stabbed in and disappeared with it. "

Idel glanced at Hammer, "Hammer and I were responsible for that operation. This big failure made the lady very angry. In the days that followed, our status was precarious and our power was constantly divided."

Speaking of this, Idel smiled bitterly, "In the end, those of us in high positions ended up like this."

If Bologo were here and heard this conversation, he would definitely lament the coincidence of fate.

The item that Hammer and Idel traded was the original thing that Bologg struggled to pursue during his trip to the Happy Garden. After changing hands several times, it is now sealed in the sublimation furnace core.

"Then the question is," Hammer asked calmly, not being dazzled by the Regent's promise, "What are you going to do?"

The Prince Regent smiled and took out a bottle from his arms. Inside the transparent glass, bright red blood was rolling.

"Few people can resist the temptation of immortality."

…

"I have already reported this part to the decision-making room. You can rest now."

In the office, Lebius organized the documents, as always, in a meticulous manner.

"Where's York?" asked Borogo.

"He is being interrogated by the Crow's Nest," Lebius replied. "Don't worry, few people can hide anything in front of the Crow's Nest."

"No, I don't care about these. To be honest, I don't think he knows much about the details of the incident," Bologo explained. "I care more about him as a person."

"Oh? What, is he very interesting?" It can attract Boluogo's attention. Now, even Lebius can't help but become curious about him.

"It's quite interesting. I'm thinking, if possible, maybe we can absorb him into the special operations group." Bologo glanced at the empty office. "Don't you think there are too few people in the special operations group?"

Lebius lamented, "He is almost fifty years old."

"But he is already immortal. From the moment he accepted the blood of the Night Clan, age can no longer restrain him," Boluogo continued. "What I care about more is the flaw of his immortality and his inability to move during the day. , This is too critical.”

Burlogo then joked, "So, he's perfect for the night shift."

Lebius smiled stiffly, "It's better not to think about these things now. Let's wait until the Crow's Nest interrogation is over before thinking about these things."

Now York is still in the state of a suspect. Bologo is very familiar with this process. It can be said that what York is going through is what Bologo went through at the beginning.

First there is review, then custodial observation, then lengthy trust training, internship, and then work.

Fortunately, this time, Blogo is here. He can use his authority to speed up everything. In the past, Blogo would not be so concerned, but now the entire Order Bureau is in urgent need of manpower. Even the special operations team and Blogo sometimes feel exhausted.

This huge violent agency needs more new blood.

"Let's not talk about work first... Why don't I see Palmer? Is he not on duty?"

Since returning to the Order Bureau, Blogo has not seen Palmer.

As a determined salary thief, Palmer will never do more work if he can do less, and will never be full-time if he can take leave.

When Blogo was still a member of the team, he would more or less agree with Palmer's laziness, but now Blogo is the team leader. To use some more professional words, he and Palmer are no longer in the same class.

As the team leader, Blogo can't stand his team members skipping work, let alone the current shortage of people.

Levius said, "He took leave and is dealing with some troubles."

"What troubles? Is it the invasion of the Night Clan?" Blogo joked.

"For him, it should be more troublesome than the invasion of the Night Tribe." Levius sighed.

Hearing this, Blogo's expression couldn't help but become serious. Palmer was his partner after all, and Blogo still valued his friends.

"What's wrong?"

"Soon after you set out on patrol, his fiancée came, and brought a letter of recommendation from Vorn."

Levius coughed twice and cleared his throat, "Wosilin came to the Order Bureau to apply for a job."

"Ah?"

Blogo's expression became awkward. He had discussed this matter with Palmer before leaving, and Palmer had a gloomy face. He didn't expect the incident to progress so quickly, leaving Palmer no time to react.

"Her job application... passed?" Blogo asked cautiously.

"Not yet, it's in the interview stage."

Blogo breathed a sigh of relief, but Levius's next words made Blogo worry about Palmer's fate again.

Levius said, "It's called an interview, but it's just a formality. With Vaughn's recommendation letter and her identity, her position has been determined."

"What is her position?"

Berogo suspected that his special operations team would have one more member, and he didn't know what chemical reaction would occur.

"Liaison officer."

Levius said a position that was beyond Berogo's expectations.

"Liaison officer? Who will she contact?" Berogo asked.