Rhode Island Park Project

Since he had promised the girl, Luo Hang did not slack off. Instead, he went out to investigate the situation shortly after the Duke of Windermere left home. He left his personal guards behind in the Duke's mansion.

Underestimating the enemy and being careless may become fatal foreshadowing at any time. He has come this far not by being able to predict the situation in advance every time.

The target this time is still a duke's palace. The reason why the Grand Duke is the Grand Duke is that he has the support of many other dukes in addition to the title of duke. Otherwise, the entire Victoria would not be divided by three grand dukes.

According to the intelligence collected in advance, the target this time is an important duke of the Windermere faction. Even if his political views are inconsistent with those of the Duke of Windermere, his importance cannot be denied.

This can be felt from Luo Hang's perspective, which is in no way inferior to the Duke of Windermere's mansion.

"There is indeed a problem..."

Standing on the top of the landmark ancient clock tower of Lien Carden, Luo Hang squinted his eyes in the rustling cold wind and looked at the magnificent Duke's Palace in the distance.

After seeing this mansion with his own eyes, the emotions in his heart immediately began to beat even more restlessly.

At this level of feeling, there is no doubt that something big will definitely happen if left alone.

He carefully took out his tarot cards from his pocket, shuffled them briefly, and turned over the top card.

"..."

tower.

It represents——

destroy.

And in a few hours, the Duke of Windermere will step into this place that is endowed with the meaning of "destruction".

Apart from the obvious caution, this is also a very intriguing matter.

You have to know that this is Lyon Carden, the capital of the Duchy of Windermere.

The Duke of Windermere is not only extremely powerful, but also has sword guards around him all the time, and he is in his own base camp. What level of ability does he have to have to achieve the ending of "destruction" under so many conditions?

Although he has some confidence in his current strength, he also knows that he is far from being invincible.

The last time he was able to defeat the Blood Demon Lord was because of the surprise attack and his own physical characteristics. If that guy Tracys is really shameless enough to carry out a decapitation operation again, it is really hard to say who will win.

It's okay to joke about someone else's mother trying to save the girl, but it would be a big joke if the boat capsized.

Putting away the playful and relaxed look on his face when facing the girls, he carefully spread out the tarot cards in his hand and began to make preparations.

...He promised to bring the mother home safely.

***

Rhineland City Hall.

Time: 10:36 AM.

"Your Excellency the Duke, here is a rather special application."

The Duke of Windermere stood up in the conference room and was about to leave the meeting, but his deputy handed him a document.

"What application? Is it important? I've already wasted some time and I have to go out again."

"This isn't particularly important..."

The deputy's expression was a little strange. "It was mainly because this application was signed by Mr. Walton, and only you can handle it, so it was submitted to me."

"Walton? Which Walton? You mean the musician?"

The Duke of Windermere frowned as he took the document from his deputy.

For the Duke, who is known as the sharp edge of Victoria, music is obviously not an area he pays much attention to. But it is also because of this that the presence of a musician who is well-known to the Duke is enough to illustrate his status.

The deputy also gave an answer at this time.

"Yes."

So the question now is, why would an old musician submit an application to her?

The Duke of Windermere opened the papers in his hand, and then—

His expression also became strange.

The deputy next to him explained with a subtle expression:

"Because Rhode Island used 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star' as its signature melody in Weapons of Mass Destruction, many people now jokingly call this children's song a dark song, and many people in this country have concerns about teaching this song to their children.

The original score and lyrics for this song are still on display at our music museum, so several musicians have signed on to it. I hope you can negotiate with Rhode Island to have them modify the music they use, or they can compose a new one specifically for this occasion."

This is indeed a bit embarrassing.

The children's song "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" is actually a Victorian song. A musician named Mo adapted the melody from a Gallic nursery rhyme, and a Victorian poet wrote the lyrics. It eventually became a classic children's song that has been popular around the world for over two centuries.

and,

The original manuscript of this famous work is now on display in the music museum of Rhine Carden.

The Duke of Windermere, holding the document, was also a little speechless.

If you say this isn't important, then this nursery rhyme is indeed a Victorian national treasure. But if you say it's important... after all, what kind of wicked taste does someone have to use a nursery rhyme in such a situation?!

As a result, she still has to clean up the mess.

The Duke made a mental note of someone and put the document back into the hands of his deputy.

"I'll go talk to Mr. Luo Hang, but not now. I have to go first."

Chapter 483 It’s time for the hero to save the beauty!

It's 11 a.m. sharp.

"I'm sorry, Lord Dudley, I've been a little delayed."

The Duke of Windermere arrived at a duke's mansion just in time, but according to aristocratic etiquette, such punctuality was actually considered late.

However, based on the Duke of Windermere's previous style, this kind of thing was not a big deal. Apart from a verbal "apology", the Duke of Windermere did not show any further reaction when he arrived at the Duke's Mansion.

Moreover, compared to some guys who have no respect for the elderly and no love for the young, at least the Duke did not call others goatees.

"Humph, how shameless! As a Grand Duke, you can't even maintain the most basic punctuality."

Duke Dudley, who was already sitting on the sofa in the hall, looked very unhappy. Not only did he stare, but his goatee twitched when he spoke.

The Duke of Windermere frowned.

She and this old man are old rivals, and it is not the first time that she has made inroads into his territory, but at most the other party is just acting like an elder. This is the first time that he has spoken ill of the Grand Duke directly.

She looked around the hall.

In the huge main hall of the Duke's Mansion, the servants stood far away, which was in accordance with etiquette for the conversation between the two dukes.

However, standing in the hall bathed in the midday sun, she felt a dead and gloomy atmosphere.

The warrior instinct honed over a long period of time was warning her, and the scar under the eye patch was aching slightly.

As one of the three Grand Dukes of Victoria, the Duke of Windermere is more familiar with the breath of death than most ordinary people. The reputation of Victoria's Blade does not come from the boasting of his status as a Grand Duke, but from the more than one scar on the Grand Duke's face.

She silently sent a signal to the sword guards outside the Duke's Mansion, and at the same time, with a cold reaction, she responded to Duke Dudley:

"Your Excellency, why don't you just explain to me the reason for inviting me to your residence? Your Majesty, the King, is visiting. I've been quite busy these days, and I have to rush off to my next destination soon."

The sword guards broke into the old Duke Dudley's mansion. If it is not handled properly, it will definitely become big news if it is spread.

But as I have said many times before, the Duke of Windermere, as a warrior, trusts his intuition about danger more than he does a politician.

"I told you to come here... I told you to come here..."

Duke Dudley's eyes were glaring as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, with clear bloodshot spreading from the corners of his eyes. His skinny hands pressed hard on the armrest of the sofa, leaving five holes in the leather surface.

At this point, there was no doubt that Duke Dudley was abnormal. Duke Windermere reached out and grasped his sword with a vigilant look.

"…Humanity is full of amazing qualities. People bring the beautiful figures of heroes to the stage of operas, but no matter how much mediocre people imitate, they can never compare to living heroes."

A pale figure slowly walked in from an entrance in the hall.

Even though he was a man, he still had a delicate face, meticulously combed hair, aristocratic tone and luxurious clothes in every word and action, as if he originally belonged to this mansion.

However, the Duke of Windermere recognized the other person at a glance, and his eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

"Blood Demon Lord."

The Lord of the Sarkaz Royal Court actually came to Liencarden in person. You should know that at this time, Londinium was being closely watched by three parties. The vacancy of a Lord of the Royal Court would inevitably create a huge void in Londinium's power.

Even at such a cost, the other party still came here in person.

The implications revealed in this made the Duke of Windermere, who was holding the hilt of his sword, feel uneasy.

As if he didn't notice the Duke of Windermere's vigilance, the Blood Demon Lord came into the hall and walked straight behind the Duke of Dudley who was sitting stiffly on the sofa.

"He swallowed my blood, and it has been more than 24 hours since then. Most so-called elites and heroes usually become my followers in just 8-12 hours, but in such a withered body—"

The Blood Demon Lord raised a slender index finger, swiping it across the stiffly seated Duke's shoulder. His tone was leisurely and eerie, "That will is still struggling... issuing a warning to you."

"..."

Duke Windermere looked at the old man sitting stiffly under the Blood Demon Lord, with blood beginning to flow from the corners of his mouth and eyelids. He thought of the photos of the Blood Demon Lord's so-called followers shown in the intelligence. A rage surged in his eyes, but was suppressed the next moment.

There was no time to mourn for the duke who had served so faithfully. The servants around the hall had their flesh torn off, revealing hideous appearances that were no longer human.

The luxurious hall was instantly enveloped by splattered flesh and blood and the pungent smell of blood. The walls of the house were also stained with ancient and strange blood-colored inscriptions.

The Duke of Windermere's expression changed slightly.

She felt the uncontrolled blood flow in her body, and a faint rusty sweetness came from her throat, which was getting worse with time.

Regardless of whether this was the witchcraft of the Sarkaz or some strange spell of the Blood Demon, this hall was clearly not a suitable place to stay for long.

Without any unnecessary nonsense, a sharp light flashed in the Duke of Windermere's eyes—and the air wailed in an instant.

The conference hall of the government building is still under repair. Many municipal employees can see it when they pass by it every day while working.

Just like the fleeting brilliance that once appeared, the sunlight in the hall seemed to have lost its color in a brief moment.

The Blood Demon Lord was stalling for time to explain and had already grasped the hilt of the sword. The experienced Duke of Windermere was also secretly gathering strength.

Most magic arrays and techniques are actually in a relatively vulnerable period in the initial stage of activation. Facing an enemy that has been prepared for a long time, acting rashly and thinking that you can seize the initiative is actually disrespectful to your opponent.

The Duke of Windermere has extensive experience in casting spells.

However, this time, in front of the inscriptions and spells stained with a strange bloody light, what blocked the dazzling sword light was not a spell of energy flow, but a wall made of flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood that should have been vulnerable to the sharp blade seemed like a bottomless quagmire, swallowing up all the light in an instant.

What's worse is that the doors and windows on all four walls of the hall have been sealed with blood, and the Duke of Windermere could not hear the response from the sword guards outside.

Although she was in her own base, she was now truly isolated from the conventional world.

The Duke of Windermere's heart also sank.

this time,

I'm afraid there will be trouble.

However, it is precisely because the situation cannot be easily handled that it is necessary to——

assistance.

Chapter 484: The heroic protagonist makes his grand appearance!

"What a clear and sharp sword edge, but...how long can you maintain this sharpness?"

The luxurious main hall of the Duke's Mansion has transformed into a strange and alien world. No, compared to the alien world that ordinary people can imagine, the scene before them should be described with the word "heterogeneous".

The blood color blocked out the sunlight, casting a hazy blood-red glow in the dim and enclosed space. The sticky scarlet blood was like a flat carpet. The flesh without skin and fixed shape exposed clear muscle fibers, which stretched and spread wantonly, carrying the blood, surrounding the entire limited space.

Against the backdrop of the otherworldly scene shrouded in blood in the hall, it looks like the natural green plants and pastoral landscapes of another world.

"sieve--"

The sword's blade tore through the air and the scarlet, viscous liquid, revealing the stern face of the Duke of Windermere.

Facing the Blood Demon Lord who pretended to be elegant and continued to verbally harass him, the Duke of Windermere did only one thing -

Shut up and swing your sword.

She didn't have any extra energy to waste in the current situation, nor did she have any interest in arguing with the blood demon in front of her. The only thing she cared about was that she might be late for the lunch she promised to Daphne today... for a while.

There was no response. The Blood Demon Lord, who was wearing a conspicuous white dress in the blood-colored space, did not care. He just sat there leisurely and watched the sword coming at him with unstoppable force.

The Blood Demon Lord was split into two pieces in an instant, and the next moment he turned into a surging blood tide and rushed towards the Duke of Windermere in front of him. After engulfing the Duke of Windermere's figure, a large amount of blood mist rose up like an explosion.