"Then I guess that the old wall lamp must have been in disbelief at first, with a solemn expression on his face, gritting his teeth and smashing a cup, then he took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and finally laughed passionately? Did he even pat him generously?

Your shoulder tells you that he doesn't mind, after all, who has never missed a job? Maybe, maybe he will pretend to be generous and give you all the promised reward, saying that he believes that as long as you work harder and harder,

If you take it back, you will definitely succeed? Hahahaha, maybe I asked you if you want to stay and have dinner together. By the way, how do you get along with me? Maybe there is a woman in my heart, and I am no longer good at drawing swords. Do you want to change?

Niuer will warm your bed? Hahahahaha..."

At the end of the sentence, Belicia laughed so hard that her flowers trembled.

Lausanne II said nothing.

Although he couldn't see it, in the endless laughter, the vampire's damn senses made him clearly perceive:

Tears were oozing out of the woman's eyes and falling gently along the smile lines on her cheeks.

"He should have told me."

The killer whispered.

Then with your temperament, will you still cooperate with him in his acting and play this "liar to you" game with him?

"Don't be too sad," Belicia stopped laughing, her tone was playful but her expression was cold, "I only found out later - he usually doesn't say too much to bitches."

"A duke or a viscount?"

"What?"

"Since you said that Turnbull got burned because he was involved in the internal strife at Iris," Lausanne II took a deep breath to adjust his emotions, "then you, or all the people who betrayed Turnbull and me,

Who were you bribed by, and whose instructions were you given?"

He frowned:

"Who wants Turnbull dead? Wants me dead? Wants the entire Blood Bottle Gang to fall apart?"

"Is it the Duke of Leinster, or the Viscount Sonar? Is it the elder brother, or the younger brother? Or some other force that we don't know about?"

Footsteps sounded.

Belicia walked gently and came into his sight.

The cigarette burned slowly in her hand.

"You know Turnbull so well," the beauty in front of her opened her red lips lightly, showing off her charm, "What do you think?"

Lausanne II looked at her half-smiling expression and fell silent.

【There is no king in the country, only a tyrant.】

The next second, Lausanne II tried his best to deflect his gaze and look at the metal lock on his chest.

At the joint of the lock, the engraving of the iris flower is faintly visible.

Lausanne II sighed softly.

"I lived in seclusion at that time, but I still remember that the Duke of Leinster and Viscount Sonar had discord. At first, they just had political differences and there were occasional frictions."

The killer recalls the past:

"Later, due to various disasters and accidents, their grudges deepened time and time again, so that they gradually drifted apart, and eventually the city was full of troubles and tensions were at war."

He closed his eyes gently:

"Those are not accidents, right?"

Just like the Emerald City now.

The woman didn't answer right away.

"I have no idea."

Belicia said softly:

"I only know that Sona Kevindhir was the first to break the tacit understanding and convention. He used his shady resources - including the Blood Bottle Gang - to interfere in political struggles, influence urban governance, stir up complaints, and spread rumors and smear stories across the country.

His brother, to question his governance.

"In response, the Duke of Leinster fought back ruthlessly. He not only ruthlessly suppressed the Viscount's supporters, but also once tried to evacuate Gonghai City and directly return a series of privileges - including supervision of the Blood Bottle Gang - to the Duke's throne."

Just like the Emerald City now.

A complex internal fight that cannot lift the table, draw swords, or use force to bleed, but involves multiple forces and back-and-forth games in the endless undercurrent.

Lausanne II suddenly smiled.

"Turnbull must be very happy: the Duke and the Viscount are fighting to the death, but they are both vying for the support and allegiance of him and the Blood Bottle Gang to increase their bargaining chips," he said numbly, "After the Year of Blood, he has not been there for a long time.

I have experienced such years of passion and being valued so much.”

Belicia smiled too.

"Of course," the woman blew out a puff of smoke disdainfully, "after all, he is standing there, standing in the center of the stage, holding the key that affects the scale."

The vampire killer thought of something and suddenly looked towards the exit of the dungeon.

The hand holds the key that affects the balance.

Just like...the Emerald City now.

"But the game code is used to achieve balance."

Lausanne II said quietly:

"Instead of breaking it."

But if the owner of the scale discovers:

The slide is broken and loose, and I can't stop at the balance point no matter which way I slide...

Belicia chuckled and raised her head:

"You do know him."

One reason is clear, all reasons are clear, Lausanne II understands something.

That's it, old Turnbull.

Old cauldron.

Old gang leader.

Old friend.

Old rival.

Old benefactor.

As always, you did not choose sides.

However……

"Tell me, Belicia."

After a few seconds, the killer spoke calmly, no longer feeling the anger and pain he had before.

"Back then, there was internal strife in the Iris family, and the Duke and Viscount brothers were at war with each other. The entire Emerald City and even the South Coast Territory were affected, and the national economy and people's livelihood were affected."

Lausanne II looked expressionless:

"Turnbull, the old leader of the Blood Bottle Gang, is he actually so ambitious and fanning the flames that he personally started the war..."

His eyes darkened:

"Or is it just a coincidence that the opportunity comes, so you just follow the trend and add fuel to the fire?"

The dungeon was quiet for a long time.

"Is there a difference?"

After a long time, Belicia finally spoke.

"When your ship sails into a storm..."

The woman threw away the cigarette butt:

"Do you think Muhai girl will care whether you are a good person or a bad person, and you are the one steering the ship..."

Belicia's eyes were cold:
Chapter completed!