Gu Nan's straightforward answer made Lu Xinhuan stunned.
It was only then that she remembered that there had always been rumors in the world that the person in front of her was the reincarnation of a demon, could it be true
But she quickly shook her head, now is not the time to care about Gu Nan's details, but to persuade Zhong Die to change her mind - vampires and other lowly alien races...
Outside the wooden house, Gu Nan just watched the two women arguing all the way, and did not come out to persuade or "persuade" the fight.
He wanted to see if Zhong Die was determined and had enough will to complete his plan and find the way for him.
This arrangement on Zhong Die has nothing to do with the task itself, it is a backhand he prepared for the task, and it is also an experiment.
He wanted to give it a try and let an npc who would not have been in the game play the role of the player to go on.
To achieve this, the three views of the npc itself cannot be too close to the world. There is no way to find a real player. Someone as simple and paranoid as Zhong Die is not bad.
…
Inside the Blood Club, a man with fair skin that looked sickly, smiled lightly and said, "You can rest assured, Miss Lu."
After a pause, the man took a sip of the red liquid in the glass: "Since you have found us, the person you mentioned will never pass the examination."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Mr. Stanton." Lu Xinhuan also smiled and said with a sigh of relief, "As for our reward, I will definitely not disappoint you."
Lu Xinhuan has not been in the world of the gods for a long time, and she is not very used to the way of speaking here.
However, judging from the results of her many inquiries, the reputation of Stanton in front of her is still very good.
Although greedy, he will not take money and do nothing. For Qinghe Pavilion, things that can be settled with money are not big things.
The two chatted very happily, but after all, the blood club has not yet opened, and Lu Xinhuan did not stay here for long.
She left soon, and Duke was already waiting for her at the door: "Miss Lu, we can rest assured that Stanton is manipulating the inside."
Stanton is one of the preliminary examiners of this assessment. It is not easy to guarantee who will be selected, but it is not difficult to eliminate who.
"It's not enough." Lu Xinhuan shook her head and said, "You have to prepare with both hands."
…
In a blink of an eye, nearly half a month later, the blood club opened this year and the Raymond clan publicly recruited new descendants.
Today is also a special day for the Raymond people who have become blood clans, because some of them will have Raymond's surname erased.
For a clan, the number of people with a surname is always fixed, and as many people come in every year, as many people will be kicked out.
Of course, these newly recruited clansmen also have the risk of having their surnames removed, and the blood clans who lost their surnames are even more miserable, and they will never be able to recover their identities.
The blood clan deprived of their surnames is equivalent to losing their "political power", can no longer hold any position in the clan, and will no longer obtain any resources.
Shana sat in front of the round table, her long blond hair was a little messy, and her expression was even more haggard, as if she had been greatly troubled.
She is naturally very troubled, because she is on the list whose surname will be erased today.
Because she was found to be going out privately and wanted to make money as a blood slave, she was considered to have tarnished the glory of the clan and was not worthy of being a descendant of the blood clan.
"What should I do?" These four words kept echoing in Shana's mind. In fact, she still has the last solution, but she doesn't want to think about it—leave the bloody capital and become a wandering blood.
Losing the decency and status of being a nobleman and becoming a homeless person is something that is almost unimaginable at ordinary times, but now there is a possibility.
Compared with losing even one's surname, being a homeless person at least has a chance of redemption.
"But you must be able to run out first." Gu Nan's voice sounded directly in Shana's ear, as if he had completely read her thoughts, his words were sharp and deep.
"It's you!" Shana stood up suddenly and rushed to Gu Nan.
She would never forget this face, if it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be discovered by the clan, let alone fall into this fate!
"Don't you understand?" Gu Nan smiled and said, "Your dear brother has been staring at you for a long time, as long as you pick up a guest, no matter what the result is, you will definitely stand here."
Shanna's quest line is triggered by "buying flowers". If the player doesn't try, she won't be bought.
The reason is very simple, except for the boring players, no one will ask the flower girls standing on the street if they have such high-end goods as "dead red flowers".
This is as unreliable as when someone on the side of the road asks you "Is the eldest brother coming to play?" and you answer "How much is sister Zhiling?"
Shana's delicate face was pale, and after a long silence, she said, "How can you help me, what do I need to pay?"
Her thinking is very clear, there may be people who help her for free in this world, but this one in front of her is obviously not.
"I can give you strength." Gu Nan's face remained calm, "As a price, your life will belong to me."
In Shana's green eyes, a touch of helplessness flashed across her face, but she finally nodded
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A moment later, the extremely obscure law of shadows appeared, and a small jet-black sword sank into Shana's chest, circling around her heart.
"Go, don't let me down." Gu Nan showed a weird smile.
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The Blood Club, which has attracted much attention in the Blood City, finally opened. On this day, a number of blood men and women walked out slowly.
The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful, just from the skin, the blood race is indeed one of the unique races.
"Ladies and gentlemen." A male blood clan stood on a high platform and said downwards, "This year's blood club, there will be ten lucky people who will be honored to join the honorable Raymond clan..."
"Oh, sorry." He paused and said again.
"I just got the news that a despicable clansman chose to defect. Before we kill her to take back her surname, this time there will be only nine lucky ones..."
"There are only nine people." Zhong Die stood beside Gu Nan and looked around at the scene around him.
Beside her, there were hundreds of people queuing up, most of them were her competitors.
"Sister Lu will find a way to stop me, right?" She looked at the stands again.
"Of course." Gu Nan replied casually, "But it doesn't matter, all she can use is money. Sometimes, money is not everything. By the way, I asked you to bring an umbrella, have you brought it?"
"I have." Zhong Die nodded honestly.
"Well... there are a few lucky little guys." Gu Nan glanced at the crowd, and there were also a few examiners with umbrellas.
Immediately, he waved his hand, and black drizzle began to fall in the sky.
…
The blood race on the stage was still chatting, and Stanton was sitting inside the clubhouse, looking at the list in his hand.
With such a strange pronunciation of Zhong Die, he found it easily without any effort.
A smile appeared on the corner of Stanton's mouth, he stroked Zhong Die's name lightly, and then handed the list to his companions.
"This person, please don't let her be shortlisted."
"It's a trivial matter." Bernoulli, who is also an examiner, didn't even raise his head. After glancing at the name, he replied casually.
They don't know how many things like this have been done every year, so of course they won't refute the face of their companions.
Stanton smiled and said nothing more.
The assessment of blood descendants involves too many aspects, so the subjective factors of the examiners have a great influence, which also gives the examiners the opportunity to play their hands.
The primary examiners like Stanton and the others are okay, but the final selection is the real fat job.
"The nonsense outside should be over, right? Why hasn't anyone come in yet?" Stanton raised his head with some dissatisfaction, and raised his voice.
Soon, a servant ran over with sweat profusely and said, "My lords, it's raining outside!"
"Rain?" Bernoulli looked up suspiciously, "What does rain have to do with our assessment?"
"Yes, it's the rain of corrosion. I don't know why, it shouldn't rain in this season." The servant hesitated.
"As long as it is a living person who was sprayed, all of them will turn into bones... Only four of our examiners survived."
There was a bang in Stanton's mind, and suddenly went blank. He subconsciously asked, "Why did these four people survive?"
"Because... they brought umbrellas."