Don't Confiscate My Citizenship Chapter 556

 Chapter 556 Lan Qi and Sigre will not say goodbye

The eternal night snow washed by the moonlight contains unknown coldness and danger.

Although the moonlight was bright, it could not completely dispel the shadows that shrouded the snow.

Sigre stood in front of Lan Qi, clenching her fists, the cold wind blowing her hair.

 The beret she had never taken off had fallen off in the snow and tumbling when she jumped out of the car.

On her light-colored hair, there was a pair of orc-like wolf ears.

 Her breathing was messy, and each breath turned into a small white mist, merging with the snowflakes.

 “Sigre…”

Lan Qi had never been interested in exploring other people's secrets, until he saw Sigre's ears and finally became convinced of some suspicions.

According to the ancient books he read at the last villain dinner in the Shadow World Temple, pure wolves will appear somewhat like wolf orcs in the moonlight.

 Sigre has obviously become stronger under the grace of the moonlight.

 In fact, before tracking them here, he didn't even expect that there would be additional gains.

 Sigre grasped Lanqi's wrist tightly.

Count Gregory continued, pointing at Sigre with his raised fingertips.

 Whether you make him your dependent or dedicate him to your ancestor, he is of inestimable value.

Not surprisingly, she is the werewolf that the fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo, is looking for.

“Although I am very interested in who your true identity is in the Paulant Empire, you can ask these questions slowly.”

Count Gregory crossed his hands and said with a relaxed attitude.

 “Leave her to me.”

 The other party did not show any panic or hostility towards the vampires. He was a rational human being who knew how to understand current affairs.

Even a seventh-level powerhouse may not be able to consume more energy than a vampire count.

 “I'm not human, but I'm not a bad person.”

 Gregory observed Lanqi's condition and was very satisfied.

Seeing that Sigre did not answer and the imperial craftsmen did not respond, Count Gregory shook his head and smiled.

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The reason why he went to the orc city-state disguised as a character named Rocky McCarthy is probably because he has a distinguished status in the Gallant Empire and did not want to attract too much attention.

Sigre didn't understand why the vampire earl in the distance stopped attacking, but the other party obviously noticed her ears.

"But... if you want me to treat you favorably, there is only one thing you need to do now."

What's more, she only gains physical abilities and regeneration enhancement at night, while the vampires are immortal at night.

He had long known the craftsman's skill, which was sufficient to repair and complete the work of divine quality, and as such a precious human being, he could not bear to harm it.

 Until, the Earl of the Blood Race looked at the person behind her with a little grace and saluted.

Moreover, the more he observed her hair color and eye color, the more it made Gregory feel good.

"Mr. Rocky, I am very interested in you. If you are willing to cooperate with our vampire family, we will not harm you."

 She didn't understand why the frail artist behind her could remain so calm at this moment.

He unexpectedly met a remnant of the wolf clan.

 In any case, his value has increased again.

Sigre's eyes were staring into the distance coldly, and she tightened her grip on Lan Qi's wrist.

Although she will become stronger at night, enough to fight against level 6, the absolute gap between level 6 and level 7 cannot be made up by any skills.

But the highest level should be a minister.

 It was as if he had no heartbeat.

Count Gregory looked at Lanqi in a friendly manner and said.

Count Gregory asked calmly after catching the two people.

Sigre looked tiredly at the night sky and whispered to herself.

"Little guy, the reason why I haven't hurt you yet is because I want to ask you, did you escape from the Moon Goddess Temple?"

Such a royal master craftsman must be a national treasure in the Paulant Empire. However, according to his intelligence, there is indeed no powerful figure like "Rocky McCarthy" in the Paulant Empire.

A huge transparent cage suddenly formed, and the count's unique vampire magic trapped everything around Lan Qi and Sigre.

Sigre's intuition was like a sharp blade, and she felt the strange danger gradually filling the air.

As Gregory's words fell, and following his fingertips, thick blood-colored magic power filled the surroundings, turning into an invisible wall around Lan Qi and Sigre, shrouding them in a blood-colored light curtain.

Haven't he thought clearly that it's impossible for the vampires to be willing to kill him?

 “Very good, I really like humans who can communicate.”

 It is not easy to insert a high-ranking spy into the Paulant Empire during wartime.

“Actually, I also participated in the blood moon disaster of the wolf tribe that day, the bloodbath of the wolf tribe's last pure land. How many wolves did I kill? I don't remember.”

He looked at his fingers and counted them but couldn't come up with an answer.

"I only know that there is a wolf tribe with the same hair color as you who is really difficult to deal with. He actually fought tooth and nail with the Fourth Ancestor in a duel, just to let the weak wolf tribe escape as much as possible."

Gregory looked at the moonlight in the clouds in the sky and recalled it. It was an unforgettable beauty. Looking from a distance, the once prosperous Holy Land Temple of the Moon Goddess had been reduced to ruins, with dried wolves scattered among the collapsed buildings. The clan has broken limbs and arms.

Whether it is an old sage, a wolf girl, or a child, their blood has long been sucked dry or evaporated. Even if they just walk by, the rich scent of blood will hit their noses.

 The entire holy land of the wolf clan has been reduced to a place for feasting after the blood clan's carnival.

“It's a pity that in the end, only one cub managed to escape.”

Thinking of this, Count Gregory's mouth unconsciously showed a sense of joyful satisfaction.

 It turned out just as he expected.

 In the distance, Sigre's figure was silent, her face was covered with shadows, and her hair covered her eyes.

 She did not waver or lose her calm due to Count Gregory's words, but her fingers trembled slightly, the veins on the back of her hands beat, and the anger in her heart was about to burn her up.

 In the evoked memory, the **** moonlight shone, and a suffocating sense of absurdity and psychedelia enveloped the last Temple of the Moon Goddess.

 Until now, it made her want to tremble.

“Little girl, with your reaction, it seems that I guessed it right.”

Count Gregory snapped his fingers. He stared at Sigre and asked in a more confident voice,

"...Do you know how ugly and miserable your father looked when his spine was pulled out when he was defeated at the hands of the Fourth Ancestor? I didn't expect to bump into you here. I believe that when I brought your body to the Fourth Ancestor, He will be quite happy."

Count Gregory observed with satisfaction the wolf cub who had not yet grown up and had nowhere to escape, looking forward to her collapse.

 It can only be said that he is worthy of being the son of the strongest warrior of the wolf tribe, and he even has a fighting talent that the wolf king does not have.

At such a young age, he has reached the fifth level by himself.

 Fortunately, she was not allowed to continue to grow.

From now on, the ancestors no longer have to worry about the resurgence of the wolf clan, they can just wipe out the last seedlings.

 After killing Sigre with his own hands, he will be able to receive the reward from the fourth ancestor, Duke Eduardo. If you want to be promoted to a marquis level vampire, it will be impossible without the blood rewards of the first five ancestors.

The perfect arrangement of everything made Count Gregory indulge in the rare happiness at this moment.

Far away on the snow, Sigre still didn't respond to him.

Sigre was convinced that she had not escaped after all.

 Ever since she escaped from her hometown by chance that day, she felt like a vampire was chasing her every day and every night.

 After all, I am a being who shouldn't live. Maybe it would be better to die with my parents that day.

"You have wanted to die for a long time. I know that living is very painful for you. I will send you to see your parents. Is this human being very good to you?"

Gregory's eyes could not hide his obsession and intoxication, and his desire to completely collapse Sigre's mentality was undisguised.

"If you want to protect him like this, you'd better not continue to harm him if you want him to survive."

 Count Gregory raised his palm and raised his fingers slightly, as if he could control the entire snowy area at any time. There was a trace of kindness in his eyes, as if he was admiring the prey he had captured.

He wanted the little werewolf to know that he actually didn't mind killing this human as well, so don't try to use him as a hostage for any delusions.

 The only choice she had was whether to die with this human or let him survive alone.

 “Okay, let's make a decision.”

 Gregory's voice echoed like a death knell on the snowy plains.

Every word of Count Gregory's voice was full of majesty.

 Under this blood moon, he is the ruler of the night, and all human will seems insignificant.

 “The Blood Count…”

Sigre's voice was filled with long-repressed anger.

 Once she closed her eyes, there was not a moment when she was not alone or pitiful.

She can win against a fifth-level baron, and she can also fight against a sixth-level viscount at night.

 But if there was a seventh-level vampire, she would have no choice but to wait for death.

The time was too short, and she failed to grow enough to threaten the vampire clan.

 Sigre felt a heavy tiredness and weakness, and this feeling spread in her hands and feet.

 Her eyes fell on Lan Qi helplessly.

That is a kind of gratitude, thanking myself for meeting such an interesting person at the end of my life.

However, it is a pity that she will not grow up.

After a while, Sigre softly called Lan Qi beside him.

 “Mr. Lodge…”

"Um?"

 Lanqi's ears were slightly tilted, listening to her words.

Before Lan Qi could wait for Si Grei to say anything more, Si Grei had already let go of Lan Qi's wrist, and the little figure walked towards Count Gregory alone.

"goodbye."

 She said.

Her life is of little value, but she knows that people like Rocky cannot die. As long as he lives, there is still hope for the Paulant Empire. Maybe he can deceive the blood count and continue to escape back to the Paulant Empire to become a double agent.

 He is a good person.

 “That's right.”

Count Gregory showed some approval and licked his sharp teeth. He couldn't wait to **** up the sweet blood of this wolf cub.

Although the mummified wolves would be ugly to look at, if the corpses of the nearly extinct wolf cubs were collected in his palace, it would be a valuable collection.

 Sigre knew what her fate would be.

 She has seen too many people die at the hands of the vampires.

 The strange thing is that she doesn't feel much fear now, she just feels that she is about to be relieved.

 The only regret is that she can't go back to the Paulante Empire to tell her younger brothers and sisters about the interesting things along the way.

Just thinking about it, tears welled up in her eyes for some reason.

She actually didn't want to die. It wasn't until the moment she decided to die that she understood the few good things she had left but still wanted to keep.

　　Maybe her life is meaningless, but the sacrifices of her tribe give her life a different meaning. She is the last flame that her father desperately protects.

However, at the moment when Sigre felt the pain in her heart making it difficult to breathe.

 Feeling someone grab her hand.

That was a big warm hand, just like the few memories left of my parents.

 Sigre turned back in confusion and surprise.

　　I saw Lan Qi looking at her, his eyes full of helplessness.

“You can negotiate, but never compromise with criminals. You still have a lot to learn.”

Lan Qi smiled and held her hand tightly, pulling her back.

That look in his eyes seemed to tell her, don't worry.

Sigre briefly stared at Lan Qi's beautiful emerald eyes, staggering on her steps and slightly opening her lips.

 But without saying anything, he was pulled beside him.

This brief incident made Count Gregory, who was opposite in the distance, frown.

Count Gregory began to approach again, his footsteps making no sound on the snow, keeping a distance, his eyes with detached indifference.

The **** magic power began to focus on Count Gregory's fingertips. The air in the direction pointed was distorted, forming a dark blood-colored ring, swallowing everything around it, as if it could crush objects instantly.

 The **** arcs that appeared one after another in the space further restricted the scope of activities of Sigre and Lanqi.

“Oh? It seems you want to die together?”

Count Gregory lowered his folded hands,

 “I thought you were a smart man, Mr. Lodge…”

 He pressed his thumb on his knuckles, his voice became a little deeper, and his eyes became a little murderous.

The airflow on the snowfield was mercilessly pressed on the pause button. In the dim snow curtain, the breath of **** magic quickly heated up.

 The cold blood-colored halo in the surrounding air became increasingly intense.

 (End of this chapter)

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