Chapter 842 The Real Purpose Is Revealed

Berogo could feel his consciousness waking up from the darkness, but this time, after his mind stabilized, he did not open his eyes immediately, but waited a little.

This may sound a bit boring, but in Berogo's daily life, this is a rare interest in life.

First, he opened a small crack, and the light was a little dim in the blurred vision. Berogo speculated that he might have been unconscious for a while, and the sky had darkened again. It was also possible that he was lying in a closed room.

His nose moved slightly and sniffed hard. Berogo did not detect the smell of disinfectant, but only a familiar smell of wine.

It's time to solve the mystery.

When he opened his eyes completely, what came into his eyes was not the familiar gray and white ceiling in the ward, but the gorgeous ceiling. Even in the dim light, Berogo could still see the precious oil paintings hanging on the wall.

He sat up from the soft bed. From the gorgeous decoration and the place where he fell last, Berogo could conclude that he was in a room in the Undead Club.

He lowered his head to check his body. Those tattered and bloodstained clothes had been changed and replaced with a set of neat pajamas, but the size of the pajamas was a bit wrong. It was too loose for Blogo to wear.

At this time, a faint snoring sound came from the side.

Blogo turned his head alertly and saw a strong figure lying not far from him. His head was completely stuffed under the pillow, and the dull snoring sound came one after another. Because the double bed was too big, Blogo completely ignored the guy next to him.

"Se...Se Lei?"

Blogo silently moved his buttocks to keep himself away from Se Lei.

The snoring stopped, and Se Lei slowly pulled his head out from under the pillow. His messy hair covered his face, and the scarlet light in his eyes became dim due to sleepiness.

"Oh? You're awake."

Serre said as he turned over, lying face up. After a while, he turned his head sideways and supported his head with one hand.

It must be admitted that with the noble aura that penetrated into Serre's bones and his excellent appearance, all the women who dated Serre would be moved when they woke up and saw this scene on this bed.

But Bologo was not a woman. He didn't want to date Serre at all, let alone have any feelings about this situation. He punched Serre into the wall, which was a great testimony to their deep friendship.

"Don't worry, don't worry, nothing happened between us."

Seeing Bologo's body language full of resistance, Serre explained at the right time, "I only date elegant ladies. I'm not interested in a perverted murderer like you."

"Oh, good."

Berogo nodded vigorously and got out of bed very smoothly.

"Your clothes are all rotten, so I'll lend you my pajamas. As for your weapons, they've been cleaned and are placed by the door."

Selei was considerate like a personal butler.

"Okay."

Berogo walked to the other end of the room and swept his eyes across the countless paintings hanging on the walls... Not only paintings, but also photos, sculptures and other carriers that can leave information about someone's appearance. They surrounded Selei's super-large bed like exhibits in a memorial hall.

An inexplicable chill spread on Berogo's back. He always felt that those things were not dead. They seemed to be alive and cast their eyes on him.

The scales of the treacherous snakes crawled along Berogo's arm and turned into a snake under his clothes. He raised his resentment and bit, and there was no scratch or blood stain on the black blade, even though it had just experienced a desperate battle with the Glory not long ago.

Raising his hand to grab the door handle, Berogo tried to turn it, but found that the door handle was motionless and locked.

"Wait a minute, Blogo, I haven't told you you can leave yet."

The cold atmosphere became more solemn. Blogo turned his head and the lazy sleepiness on Serre's face disappeared. He combed his messy golden hair back and his expression became extremely cold, as if covered with a layer of frost.

It was difficult for Blogo to connect the current Serre with the Serre just now. He could only comfort himself that the undead were all like this, just like the lunatics who could not control their emotions and behaviors.

"What's wrong? Serre," Blogo said bluntly, "You look like you want to kill me."

"Are you telling a cold joke? This is the Undead Club."

Serre's voice was full of laughter, but his facial muscles were like necrosis, without any change, "'Kill' the undead?"

Blogo sighed, moved a chair from the side, and sat facing Serre.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

Berogo was used to this, and his demeanor was surprisingly calm. As for Serre...Berogo didn't think Serre would attack him. Not to mention the restrictions imposed on him by the Undead Club, even if they really started fighting, with the generation gap of the Alchemy Matrix, Berogo had the confidence to fight against Serre, an old antique.

Serre looked like this just to show his attitude to himself.

He was very serious and didn't joke with him.

Serre asked, "Who beat you up like this?"

"Are you concerned about me?"

Serre stared at Berogo, "Berogo, you really have no sense of humor. You don't even know when to joke."

"I just think the atmosphere is a bit too serious right now. We should make some jokes to ease the atmosphere. What do you think?" Berogo asked back.

This time Sere was silent for a moment, and then laughed in a very stiff way.

"Hahaha!"

Sere smiled like a cold robot.

Just when he was about to continue making this disturbing noise, Boluogo did not follow the routine and said simply.

"Prince Regent, I met the Prince Regent."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

When Boluogo's vision became clear again, he had already come out of Sere's bedroom. His hands and feet were hanging down weakly. When he raised his head, Sere held himself under his arm like moving goods. Moving quickly down the corridor.

Bologg's mood is very calm about this. Now he has classified the undead and the insane into the same category. Even if Sere is like a gorilla, screaming and running around happily, Bologg will not Surprised.

"Prince Regent! Prince Regent!"

Sere screamed, and his pace became much faster, almost like running.

"So what's going on?"

Sere stood behind the bar, poured a glass of orange juice for Bologo, and listened to his kind questions. It was only at this moment that Bologo felt that everything was back on track.

"Compared with these, I'm more curious, was this what you were like just now?"

Borogo stabbed Sere's pain accurately, recalling Sere's demeanor a few minutes ago.

"Cold, taciturn... Think about it, this is what a prince of the Night Clan should look like, and the psychotic side you often show is more like a disguise to cover yourself up, or to numb yourself. Placebo."

Bologo is very similar to Sere, at least very similar to Sere's personality when he was young.

The smile that Sere finally managed to create on his face froze, and his expression calmed down. This time he took off his mask, and the sense of stupidity and stupidity in his body also faded a lot.

At this time, Se Lei really looked like a lonely young man, and sighed helplessly, "It's strange, you are always very sharp in this regard."

"I'm a professional," Bologo said.

"If your professional skills were used elsewhere, you might have a completely different life," Sere said with a smile. "For example, if you deal with those women, you can see through their psychological flaws at a glance and make them play tricks on you."

"Emotionally, I feel like I have a mysophobia. I can't do that kind of thing, not to mention I can't feel happiness from it."

Burlogo rejected it outright, and then added, "I think emotions are sacred things, and it makes no sense to treat them in such a utilitarian way."

"Huh? That sounds pretty good."

Regarding this part, Sere did not impose too much. Some people can feel happy from watching movies, and some people can feel happy from punishing sins. In the final analysis, everyone has different ways of having fun, just like how everyone lives. Not the same either.

"how about you?"

Bologna thought of the portraits of women on the walls of his bedroom.

"Did Olivia's birth come from true love, a utilitarian calculation, or was it just an accident?"

Boluogo sarcastically mocked Sere, "I think it was an accident. You have no sense of responsibility at all, let alone a father."

This time Sere's reaction was calm, not angry, and he didn't say anything funny to lighten the atmosphere. He leaned on the bar with both hands, his face lowered, and his smile became a little helpless.

"I think I am quite responsible, for example..."

"Like you and each of your wives?" Boluogo teased, "If you say this, do you believe it?"

Boluogo picked up the orange juice and took a sip, "If you really have a sense of responsibility, you won't hide in the Undead Club, but go out and clean up the mess you left."

Sere was unable to lift his head from what Boluogo said. He also wanted to retort, but before he could say anything, he swallowed it back.

"Serei, why did you overthrow the Evernight Empire in the first place?"

Bologg couldn't help but ask, this is the ultimate mystery of the Dawn War, and it is also the trigger for the rise of the Night Clan. Bologg is so close to the truth, after all, the creator is right in front of him, within reach.

But the truth was so far away, and Boluogo knew instinctively that Sere would not say anything.

Serei whispered, "You won't believe it if I tell you."

"After all, it's up to me to believe it or not."

Burlogo began to enjoy this offensive. He was like an interrogator, pressing forward step by step through words.

"love and peace."

Sere was afraid that Boluogo didn't hear clearly, so he raised his head, showed an extremely sincere smile, and repeated.

"For love and peace."

Burlogo repeated, "For love and peace?"

Sere nodded again, "For love and peace."

This time, Boluogo was silent. He drank all the orange juice with his head down, and his breath weakened, and then he spoke.

"I met Olivia near the Undead Club. She was hiding from the Regent. I guess Olivia's plan is that once she can't resist the Regent, she will come to the Undead Club to seek refuge."

Boluogo didn't hide anything and told everything about his experience.

"I was tricked by Olivia. I tried to track her, but was discovered by the Regent." Bologg glanced at Sere, "Maybe it's because Olivia and I have similar auras. The Regent Think of me as Olivia and release the secret energy to capture me.”

As the daughter of Sere, Olivia's blood is similar to Sere's, and Bologo's body is mixed with Sere's blood. This is the blood from the Night Tribe lord. It is rare and cannot be removed by the axis of time. s things.

"I didn't notice your fighting." Sere said doubtfully.

"It's the regent's secret power," Bologo explained. "His secret power can create a regional mirror world, where the battle will not cause any abnormalities in the material world."

Boluogo thought for a moment and then added, "It's a very interesting secret power, but as a Glory One, I think the Regent's secret power is more than that. It should have more effects, but the Regent didn't use it."

"You escaped from the hands of a Glorious One?" Sere felt incredible.

"It's not really an escape, more like he let me go."

Talking about this, Boluogo felt inexplicably absurd, "The Regent is a very arrogant and neurotic guy. He almost meets all the stereotypes I have about the undead."

"He said there was a gap in rank between me and him, so he made a rule that was close to fair. As long as I lasted in his hands until dawn, I would win. I did it, so he gave up and let it go. Me."

Boluogo said while observing the change in Sere's expression, "Olivia is the only remaining member of the Night clan after the Dawn War, except for you. I guess the regent was born through Olivia's blood. , that is to say...after the Dawn War, Olivia bypassed the "Dawn Oath" and created a new group of night tribes, and the regent is the most powerful among them. "

"As for now, it is obvious that Olivia has lost control of the New Night Clan and even allowed the Regent to seize power. Now the New Night Clan led by the Regent, that is, the Disobedient Royal Court, is hunting Olivia. They need her pure blood to create more high-level Night Clan."

When it was time for Tu Qiong to meet, Boluogo asked simply and neatly.

"What will you do? Sere, sit back and let this happen?"

Serei didn't respond and just drank by himself. After letting out a long sigh, he seemed to have figured it out and spoke.

"I'm retired, Borogo, truly retired."

After saying that, Sere walked out from behind the bar and stepped onto the stairwell without looking back.

Looking at his fleeing figure, Boluogo felt an inexplicable anger, but he could do nothing but stare.

"What happened to you?"

Boluogo couldn't help but sigh, and then repeated that ridiculous sentence.

"love and peace."

I was so sleepy that I thought I had updated it today.