Thousands of miles away, with a little help of information), she is dead!

No kidding, little Thales, you know very well in your heart that compared to her, you and I are the same kind!

Don’t rush to deny it, yes, that’s right, we have at least one thing in common, or rather, the most important thing:

We are survivors!

I am, and so are you, yes, we may be confused, wavered, or hesitant, but no matter how small the chips, no matter how bad the situation, no matter how strong the opponent, no matter how bad luck, no matter how scary, bad, or desperate the situation is,

, in the end, we are still ourselves!

We will not give up, do not believe in failure, and do not take half a step back. We will still gnash our teeth, shed tears, swallow blood, drag our embarrassed body with broken arms, pick out our fingernails, bite our teeth, and roar our throats.

It is the deepest part of hell. Climb back inch by inch and demand repayment from this world!

Because we only have ourselves!

I am!

The same to you!

As for the crybaby, what can she do?

Seven years ago, when we were standing in the snow, using up all our life-long wisdom and stratagems, risking everything, engaging in tense confrontations, and playing games in order to determine the winner and decide life and death, that useless little girl was still there.

Lying in the snow with no limbs, pouting and drooling, talking in his sleep!

But, little Thales, little Thales, if you want to go further on the road to power, you have to learn to deal with different dangerous people, learn to play games with them, exchange chips with them, and

Include me in the deal.

Then, you have to learn to be cruel, learn to be cold-blooded, and learn to become an inhuman existence.

Believe me, especially the last bit, this came in handy, especially when I was facing my father.

So, I look forward to meeting you again, trading with you, and making an alliance with you?

Don't hate to hear it. To put it bluntly, if you can't face me or are afraid to face me, then you are just a piece of dead flesh and a walking corpse sitting on the supreme throne of the stars. Sooner or later, you will be killed.

The leather bones were pulled off, beaten into bloody foam, baked into ashes, ground into dust, and then sold at a low price as unwanted garbage.

But are you willing?

Do you want to?

Are you willing to?

Are you angry?

Do you hate it?

Do you want to!

In this case, then grit your teeth, clench your fists, and go on with blood and tears!

The stars are lonely and the night is cold. They didn't originally intersect, but met by chance.

But they each bear hardships and madness, and they all gnash their teeth, shed blood, and tear up the last bit of faith, firmly believing that as long as they hold on until the end, they can win the future.

I hope I can see you again by then, little Thales.

For this, you have to work hard and don't get dropped halfway.

Oh, you must miss me, right?

Haha, don’t be ashamed to admit it, you will never be able to forget me in your life, let alone get rid of me!

Because I'm also thinking about you, you shameless little bastard who deserves to be put on the rack and dragged a thousand times.

Don't be anxious, don't be anxious.

We will meet, sooner or later.

We will have the opportunity to settle our debts, settle our grudges, and perhaps pay our full vengeance.

It starts with tonight's letter.

Until your last breath of life.

I believe you have met the person who sent you this letter. He is a member of the Feast Council, the young master of the Holier family, and the good adopted son of the 'Ghost Queen' Anna Holier. He is young and promising.

The future is great, but my brain is broken and I hate it.

Or maybe, it's not actually bad, but it's just hidden, but in reality, it's just like his wife, sinister, vicious, bloody and terrifying?

Oh, I forgot to mention that before he became a vampire, he was a homosexual, specializing in handsome young men (he is not out of his mind).

You have to protect yourself!

I wish you have dreams every night, and I am in your dreams, because our teeth and skin will be close to each other there, and our blood will blend until one of us bleeds out and dies in pain!

The stars are still there, but can your blood really heal forever?

I love you so much that I want to hear you scream, and then tear you apart inch by inch, and then eat you bite by bite, so that all the blood in your body becomes nourishment for me in this life.

Your dearest, Serena L.A. Van Corleone,

in every nightmare of yours

(A dark red lip mark with a faint smell of blood)

And: I hope you do the same.
Chapter completed!