Chapter 149: Lanqi saw all the secrets of the vampire clan

Late at night in the second-floor bedroom of Lichtenstein Castle, it was so quiet that only the faint sound of the breeze passing through the ancient window frame could be heard.

The moonlight from outside the window seeped into the room, covering the old carpet and furniture, casting a cold silver light.

The atmosphere in the room was tense, and every corner was filled with mystery.

"Your Highness Alexia, please calm down for a moment. We can talk slowly."

Lanqi's words were still so calm.

Although Hyperion, who was sitting next to him, had not spoken a word from beginning to end, she was stunned at this moment as if the computer had frozen. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Lanqi.

She originally just hoped that Lanqi could ask for some information about the possible relationship between the Cremona Empire and Duke Migaia, and she would listen from the side.

I didn't expect that Lanqi's words would reveal such a big hole! Just now, Lanqi said in front of the princess that the Cremorne Empire would be destroyed, and Hyperion almost went to stop Lanqi.

What Hyperion never expected was.

Look at Princess Alexia's reaction.

Is that really true???

How did he know this? And how much did he know about the secrets of the Cremorne Empire? Hyperion felt very complicated.

She was delighted by Lanqi's surreal reliability, but also confused as to why Lanqi knew everything. She also felt a sense of unreality, as if in a dream.

At the moment when Ranchi was the only one who remained calm among the three people in the room, Princess Alexia finally sat down on the chair again in a daze.

Although she didn't know what secrets Lanqi had, she could no longer ignore his words.

"Who controls the Kreihe Empire now? The third ancestor, Duke Lachar, the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, or the eighth ancestor, Marquis Somerset?"

Ranchi asked when he saw Princess Alexia concentrate again.

What he values ​​is openness and honesty.

There are many details to discuss, and we will have several days to discuss them in detail.

Now all we need to do is to find out the information he cares about most as quickly as possible.

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However, Princess Alexia showed a puzzled expression, obviously she had never heard of the names that Lanqi mentioned.

"Hold on."

Lanqi thought so too. The real name is extremely important to the vampires, so they naturally would not reveal their real name in the empire.

If the ancestors knew that he was the one who could call out the real names of the Thirteen Ancestors as if they were the names of dishes, they would probably come and fight him to the death as soon as possible.

After a brief conversation with Hyperion, Lanci left the bedroom alone and walked along the familiar route to the library on the second floor of the castle. The dim stone brick walkway stretched out under his feet, and he soon arrived at the library, which was equipped with plenty of paper and pens.

In a drawer in the corner of the library, he found paper and pencil, then sat down at the largest desk in the center.

The light is soft and dim, the scent of old books fills the air with the sediment of history. It seems like this place has been forgotten by time and he is the only one sitting here quietly.

Lanqi began to draw portraits of the three vampires on paper.

The fingers moved gently on the paper, and the friction sound of pencil and paper echoed in the empty library.

In his memory, these three should be the most powerful vampires who awakened in the timeline before the original story.

Next is the ninth ancestor, Marquis Bernhard.

And then, if the plot develops "smoothly", and the vampires find and unlock the seals of the second ancestor vampire prince and the first ancestor vampire true king, there will be hope of seeing the blood moon destroy the world again.

Lanci did not depict the painting deliberately, but just let his brushstrokes flow with his memory. The scribbled lines began to gradually take shape on the paper. Although he painted casually, his brushstrokes were simple and bright, as if there was a kind of magic that made the characters come alive on the paper.

After about ten minutes, he finally finished three stick drawings.

Lanqi immediately stood up, holding the three pages of paper, and walked back to bedroom 201 along the corridor full of traces of time.

He opened the door and quickly walked back to the long table.

"These three guys are the ancestors of the blood race, and they are also the culprits for the erosion of the Kremlin Empire."

Lanqi placed the painted portraits one by one in front of Princess Alexia.

They are a handsome boy whose gender is difficult to tell, a fierce young man, and a cold young woman.

However.

The moment she saw these three paintings, Alexia, who had originally calmed down, became as if she had fallen into a nightmare, and her expression became extremely terrified.

Hyperion's gaze moved back and forth between Princess Alexia's face and the painting in surprise.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It was the first time she saw a painting drawn by Lanqi himself.

Even though they were just three sloppy portraits.

But even Princess Alexia herself did not realize that each of these overly vivid paintings was like a miracle, as if they had triggered the fear from the bottom of Alexia's soul, making her feel as if she had seen the ancestor of the blood clan with her own eyes! "...He, they."

Alexia's voice trembled.

She couldn't understand why someone could know the crisis of their Krewe Empire to this extent! What she feared most was the young man called the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset by Lanqi, who was now the Minister of Defense of their Krewe Empire.

She had also seen the seventh ancestor, Marquis Helitier, in the palace.

But Alexia knew that an eighth-rank marquis alone could not erode the empire.

There must be a terrifying vampire that she has not noticed, deeper down, a higher-level being.

But she couldn't find where that guy was.

It wasn't until everything matched what Lanqi had just said and drawn that she finally knew the answer.

The real mastermind behind all this is the third ancestor, Duke Lachar. He looks like a freshman at the Royal Academy of Cremorne, gentle and friendly, with no difference from a normal human being.

Lanqi actually said that this guy is a vampire duke? Suffocating fear enveloped Alexia's whole body, causing her to almost collapse and cover her chest, tears about to overflow.

She never imagined that the Grand Duke of the Blood Clan would be playing around so close to her, playing with everyone like fools.

Even she, who thought she was closest to the truth, only saw the surface.

Is there any hope for this empire?

“…”

Lanqi raised his hand, and the great poet understood and released his summoning state.

If the Great Love Poet is allowed to stay here at this moment, I'm afraid Princess Alexia will no longer be able to think and communicate normally.

"Sorry... I'm just scribbling as best I can."

He still didn't expect that these three paintings would bring such a great mental shock to Princess Alexia.

(End of this chapter)