Without turning around to look at the four guests behind him, the principal held the whiskey in his hand and sipped it.

"You are also very good. As a real vampire, you still retain your immortal soul. Unlike me, I am old and not as young as I used to be." The principal smiled faintly, "There were still cute girls calling me in the past.

Uncle’s, all have become grandfathers now.”

This charming and handsome old man turned his back to the guests with a smile and raised the wine glass in his hand, "Sit down, everyone. I'm treating you tonight. After all, there are not many people who have survived from that era to now."

The four old men sat on the chairs next to the principal one after another. They looked no different from ordinary old men. With their gray hair, their bodies were covered with traces of time. But unlike ordinary old men, they were wearing

He wears a pure black hand-sewn high-end suit, his leather shoes are polished extremely brightly, and his handsome face when he was young can still be seen vaguely on his wrinkled face.

"Yes, there really weren't many people in that era. We witnessed the emergence of the steam engine with our own eyes, and we also saw Louis XVI walking to the guillotine. The history in the children's mouths, and the great men we admired all passed quietly in front of us.

, and even drank a glass of French red wine together.”

The old man on the left side of the principal smiled and said, "Time flies so fast."

"History is mysterious and vague in the eyes of children, but to us it is just something we have experienced," the principal smiled and raised his glass, "It's great, we can also talk about the past with people from back then.

, this feeling is really good.”

The old man nodded, "Yes, the old guys should sit together and miss the past days and the close friends they once had. It's a pity that there are not many people like us anymore."

The principal smiled softly and said nothing.

Next to the old man, an old man nearly two meters tall took a glass of whiskey from the table and lightly shook the ice cubes inside.

"Immortal soul? It's really sad to hear these five words now. Although our soul is immortal, we are still old. Fanzhuo, I have to thank you for this."

The old man on the principal's right took out a Cohiba cigar from his suit pocket and puffed it away indifferently.

"It's also here, right? Before the Ten Years' War broke out, we were sitting here drinking and chatting. Let me think about it, what did we talk about at that time? Don't get involved in the war between the Camarilla and the Demon Party, and share the secret of evolution with us.

Teacher Fanzhuo, is there anyone more shameless than you in this world?"

The last old man clenched his fists tightly and made a sound of crisscrossing bones. His turbid old eyes staring at the principal were filled with endless anger.

"Peace, only war can bring peace, only war can bring evolution! Van Zhuo, how many of our outstanding descendants did you kill for this reason? We were really crazy back then to regard you as a wise man as great as the Hebrew prophets.

!”

Listening to the accusations and sarcasm of the old people, and thinking of the heavy history in the past, the principal just drank the whiskey in his hand calmly.

"As a neutral clan, you should not have intervened in the war between the Camarilla and the Demonic Party, otherwise you would be considered neutral? Even when the Camarilla was besieged by the whole world, didn't you just stand by and watch? Not to mention the later stages of the war.

, you also joined in, otherwise how could we have fought with the devil party for a whole ten years."

"Yes, you have lost many outstanding descendants. Thanks to you, not many of my students back then survived."

"War is a matter for both sides and even multiple parties. As long as you go to the battlefield, don't think about mercy, and don't do the ugly thing of relying on corpses to win sympathy after failure."

The principal gently put down the wine glass in his hand and looked deeply at the crystal ice cubes in the glass.

Many people died that year, yes, many of his students died. This may be the reason why the principal has rarely taught classes since the end of the Ten Years' War.

"That's really nice to say, Van Zhuo. After so many years, you have become more and more like a qualified leader. You can actually speak shameless words so fluently."

To the right of Principal Fanzhuo, the leader of the Assamite clan slightly narrowed his eyes that had turned blood red.

"Yes, we did participate in the Ten Years' War, and it did violate our thousands of years of principles, but why did we join in? Have you forgotten what you did to us in 1912? What you call sharing

The secret of evolution is just an excuse for you not to want us to join forces with the devil party!"

To the left of Principal Fanzhuo, the patriarch of the Giovanni clan, an old acquaintance of the principal, smiled softly, "The opposition between the three parties is the best balance, and the best way to break this balance is

Join forces with one of the parties. Haha, we actually believed you back then, and we actually almost let you eat the devil party and then turn around and eat us!"

The sound of bones interlacing sounded, and the four neutral clan chiefs simultaneously clenched their wrinkled hands, and blood-red light bloomed from the depths of their pupils.

"There may be no real winner in the ten-year war. The Devil's Party is over, and the Camarilla has lost thousands of years of accumulation, but you are still alive? You can still sit here and drink, right?"

"Vanzhuo, thanks to you, before the end of World War II, we will all live like bereaved dogs."
Chapter completed!