Quadruple split.

Chapter 889 His name is called...

As Kleiber climbed up the stairs, figures appeared silently behind him, closely following his steps.

"master."

"master!"

"master……"

There are men and women, old and young among these people, and they are all dressed in different ways, but they all have pale skin and blood-red eyes, and the family crest of the Keyworth family is printed on the cuffs.

If Leisa was present, she would definitely know everyone here, because these people are the core strength of the Keyworth family, although most of them have different surnames and different positions in the manor , but they are all truly reliable people.

Or rather, someone she once thought she could trust.

Leisa once told Mo Tan that on the day Kleb killed his parents, [-]% of the people in this mansion were on his uncle's side, and apart from those who helped the evil, the real Not even [-]% of them desperately helped Leisa get away.

However, the people who appeared behind Kleb Keyworth at this moment had [-]% of the power of the direct line of the family.

This number is not scientific...

The reason was mentioned just now. In Leisa's impression, nearly [-]% of the people "desperately" protected themselves from leaving, so from a mathematical point of view, the number of people behind Kleiber is somewhat illogical.

And in the vast majority of cases, 'illogical' means something is wrong.

It's just that I don't know whether the problem is a thing, a person, or something else.

Pushing open the last heavy wooden door, Kleiber, who returned to the ground, walked into the hall of the main building of the manor, stopped on the scarlet carpet under his feet, and asked softly.

"Yes, sir."

The housekeeper Iva Heizhi, who was standing behind Creber, nodded slightly, and looked at the back that was not tall at all with a complex expression: "They are waiting for you on the top floor of the tower."

"Punctuality is a valuable quality... if that guy Fizeren was still alive, he would probably say so."

Creber smiled, and turned his head to look at the wall on the right side of the main hall. On it were portraits of the ancestors of the Keyworth family and individual individuals who had made outstanding contributions to the family. The last one was an empty frame with nothing in it.

If nothing else, that should be Fezeren Keyworth's position.

And the reason why that person was not hung there after death was because of an 'accident' caused by Kleiber himself.

"I'm not a qualified Patriarch..."

Whispering the last words Fizeren left before his death, Creber smiled self-deprecatingly, looked away from the frame, turned to look at the steadfast followers behind him, and took a deep breath. Tone, with his signature, not decent loud voice: "My compatriots, brothers, and friends, we all know that today is a big day."

No one spoke, these bloodseekers just raised their heads in unison, staring at Kreb's angular face, waiting for the next step.

The following is surprisingly brief.

"What should we do?"

The current Patriarch rubbed his nose, and raised his chin towards the wall covered with portraits: "If it were them, they might speak impassionedly for a few minutes because of this historic moment, but unfortunately I don't talent in that area, so, so be it.”

"Yes, sir."

Headed by Iva Heizhi and three other high-status male butlers, the people standing in front of Creb responded in unison, and then left the main hall in an orderly manner, including those who usually stay here. Several servants and maids are no exception.

After a few minutes, the main hall became empty again.

"Punctuality is a precious quality..."

Creber smacked his lips and stood there silently for a long time before stepping on the spotless carpet under his feet and leaving the main hall. It is useless outside, and has been used by the Keyworth family as a storage warehouse tower all year round.

He tightened the cloak behind him that made him feel a little awkward, and tried to make his steps look more solemn, but in the end it turned into a feeling similar to 'lazy gardener'.

But even so, Kleb Keyworth still tried his best to put on an aristocratic style and maintain his dignity.

Although he usually doesn't care about this kind of decency and even scoffs at it, today is a big day, and this level of superficial work is still necessary and worthwhile.

……

fifteen minutes later

Game time PM19:43
Liberty City, No Night Area, Keyworth Manor, Top Floor of the Tower

"Welcome everyone~"

Walking into the special parlor that had been repainted several months ago, Kleiber showed a warm smile to the few people in front of him, and while wiping the fine beads of sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, he stood beside the main seat and bowed slightly. He said: "Mr. Lionel, your presence has made the Keyworth family flourish."

After saluting, Creber carefully sat down on the main seat next to him, looking in awe at the gray-haired middle-aged man sitting opposite him, with a flattering expression.

"It's an honor, Chief Kleb."

The patriarch of the Bloodwing family dressed in a simple black dress, that is, Lionel Bloodwing, who was sitting opposite Kreber, nodded meticulously, narrowed his slightly cloudy dark red eyes, and his voice was almost He said without ups and downs: "So, can you explain why you were late for nearly a quarter of an hour? You must know that punctuality is a precious character, especially for born nobles like us."

Creber was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously let out an 'uh'.

"Please don't prevaricate us, Mr. Creber, this is about you... and the status of your followers in the Bloodwing family."

The blond young man sitting next to Lionel looked cold and deep, and said in a deep voice: "Your stupidity has already caused a lot of damage to our cooperation, so please don't challenge our patience at this time."

Creber, whose face was dripping with sweat, suddenly panicked, and then turned his eyes to Lionel for help, only to find that the latter had closed his eyes noncommittally, obviously not interested in the aggressiveness of the blond young man next to him. No comments.

Obviously, as the second in command of the Bloodwing family, Michael Bloodwing was not in a good mood for some reason, and as the elder brother, Lionel didn't mind his younger brother venting his anger in front of Kreber, his "partner". Fan, although this aggressive attitude is not decent enough.

"All right……"

After being silent for a while, Creber reluctantly took out the prismatic crystal in his pocket, shook the thing that looked like a high-quality ruby, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, until just now, I have been The ceremony hall of the main house adjusted this thing, and it was barely fully solidified until a few minutes ago."

Michael's pupils shrank suddenly, and he calmed down again in just a few seconds, and said coldly: "I thought you were ready."

"That's not the case, my lord Michael."

Kleiber sighed, put the crystal in his hand back into his pocket, shook his head and said: "My talent in bloodline ability is far inferior to that of Fizeren, if it is the time we agreed before, we can be a little more calm in the follow-up, but After you suddenly proposed to advance the date to today, that is, after the 10th day of Prayer of the Frost Moon, the debugging work became a bit tight, and I barely managed to catch up without closing my eyes for two whole days."

Michael Bloodwing, who had the peak strength of the epic, stared at Creber: "What do you mean?"

Creber immediately lowered his head in panic, gritted his teeth and said, "Master Michael, please don't misunderstand, I just feel that the ceremony time originally scheduled for the 1st day of Scarlet Moon Melody has suddenly been brought forward..."

"All right."

As if realizing that Michael's patience had gradually been pushed to the limit, Lionel, who was the spokesperson of the Bloodwing family, slowly opened his eyes and interrupted: "Mr. Kreber, perhaps you have noticed that as The proponent and facilitator of this merger, Michael's son, Raphael, our talented family advisor, was not present today."

Creber blinked, and after carefully looking at the few people in front of him, he realized that Raphael Bloodwing was indeed not here, and that young man had never missed a 'meeting' of a similar nature before today.

"Mr. Raphael, he..."

"he died."

Michael interrupted Creber with a livid face, gritted his teeth: "Because he tried to dye..."

"Raphael died in an unfortunate accident."

Lionel raised his hand slightly, and did not let Michael continue, but said lightly: "Yes, it was an accident, I have enough reasons to believe that it was just a embarrassing accident, but anyway , This cooperation that lost the core promoter has finally changed, so in order to avoid long nights and dreams, I arbitrarily moved the time forward to today, please forgive me."

Creber immediately waved his hand flattered: "You are too polite, after all, my ability is still insufficient, otherwise I wouldn't have waited until today..."

"Let's get straight to the point, Mr. Creber."

Lionel stood up, put his hands on the table and looked down at Kreber, who was not tall, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you sure [Crystal] has been completely debugged?"

The latter immediately nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then, this is the agreed upon reward."

Lionel Bloodwing took off his gloves, widened his cloudy scarlet eyes, let out a low growl with a slightly ferocious face, forced a drop of blood from the tip of his right index finger, and a drop of dark red Dense, crystal clear blood like jewels.

Creber, Michael, and the other two people in the room who were covered under the cloak froze, instinctively licking their lips that were not dry.

It's not because they all happen to have some strange and perverted hobby, but this drop of blood that Lionel squeezed out with an expression as if he was constipated, it's not ordinary!
"A drop of rank is a half-step legend, and it also contains the source blood of the blood wing family factor."

Lionel, whose complexion changed from pale to pale, held the drop of primordial blood that was floating in mid-air and had a great attraction to everyone present, and said lightly: "Donate the crystallization of primordial blood of the Keyworth family, It's yours now."

Creber swallowed nervously, reached into his pocket tremblingly, took out the rhomboid crystal he had just shown, and stared at the drop of origin blood in Leonardo's hand with burning eyes: "I can Trust you guys, right?"

The latter smiled slightly: "Of course, from today onwards, my personal strength is no longer important, and for me who has no hope of advancing to the Legendary Domain, losing a drop of Origin Blood is not a big loss."

"Stop talking nonsense, Creb."

Michael snorted and sneered, "If you didn't believe me, you wouldn't have killed Fezeren Keyworth and her wife so easily, would you?"

Creber's cheeks twitched slightly, and he nodded slightly after a long silence: "I see, do I need to sign a contract?"

"It's not necessary."

Lionel, who had just lost his source blood but returned to normal in less than a minute, smiled slightly, took out a container similar in size to an eyedrop bottle from his pocket, and filled the drop of source blood Inside: "Exchange directly, we still have a lot to do tonight."

Kleiber also pressed the original blood crystal of the Keyworth family on the table.

In the next second, the two exerted their strength at the same time, pushing the objects in their hands towards each other.

This is an old, inefficient, redundant, cumbersome, and troublesome way of exchanging, but many nobles like to play this, and it is also very popular among bloodseekers who call themselves high nobles. tune.

to be frank……

Bang!Bang!
"It's really heartless."

Wearing a cloak with the blood wing emblem, the "outsider" who appeared in the center of the long table like a ghost clapped his hands without hesitation, buckled the items exchanged between the two sides in front of him, and shouted sharply before everyone could react : "Don't fucking move! Otherwise, there will be no source blood, crystallization, etc.!"

This roar is quite necessary, otherwise, not to mention Creber, who is not too strong but barely reaches the threshold of the epic, the two of the Blood Wing family may really reward him with two moves at the moment of reaction!
And as a player with only a mere third level of a high-level profession, let alone two moves, even if there is only half a move or a simple tentative move, this person will probably be killed properly.

That's right, seeing this, I think everyone already knows his true identity, it is...

"Yagoda!"

Michael stood up suddenly and shouted angrily, "What are you doing!?"

"Aha, so this dear friend is called Yagoda?"

The uninvited guest shrouded in a cloak smiled, shrugged and said, "I really don't have any creativity at all. It's not as good as the Gotha Duck or Goma Beast."

"you……"

Lionel, who had realized that this 'Yagoda' was not the real one, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the silhouette under the hood of the other party with an uncertain expression, which was no different from the real 'Yagoda', and asked: "Who are you!"

"Cordoba!"

Chapter eight hundred and eighty second: The end

(End of this chapter)