Chapter 8 Section 7

Relying on the vampire's excellent self-healing ability, Albus soon recovered more than half. As soon as he could move his muscles and bones freely, Albus was immediately called to the front of Kibamaru Qianjun. Incense, two futons, vigorous calligraphy and paintings from the Qing court on the wall, and a Jingde porcelain vase on the table. "I heard that you accepted the help of the city manager last night and escaped the hunter's ambush?" Yamaru Qianjun's face, like a thin layer of ice, was not angry and pretentious. "No." Albus looked at Kibamaru Qianjun without any hesitation in his eyes.

Kibamaru Qianjun looked at the woman sitting in front of him who was still poised. Although it was weak, her aura hardly changed at all. "No? Child, the price of lying is very high." Kimaru Qianjun's eyes that have been tempered, pressed heavily on Albus's slender body. With such a forceful aura, it is enough to crush a person's mind without using hands. The corners of Albus's mouth curled up slightly: "It's better to lie than to die." It was tantamount to an indirect admission of his disobedience. "Didn't it say above? It is forbidden to trade anything with the city administrator, including your own life?"

"Imperial City should be responsible for my inability to protect my own life, and it is unreasonable to forbid me to accept help." Albus replied without the slightest hesitation. But courage alone cannot convince Kimaru Qianjun. "Responsible? How do you say it?" Kimaru Qianjun's wrinkled face was full of murderous intent. "Because my potential is unlimited, but the Imperial City ignored my aptitude and did not provide me with better martial arts resources." Albus seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and said solemnly: "I can only seek to improve in actual combat." , that's fine... but it's still inexplicable if I can't use other people's strength to save my life in order to survive in the next actual battle."

"Isn't it a matter of course to sacrifice your life for the imperial city?" Qianjun Kigamaru said sternly. There was an irregular crack in the porcelain bottle on the table. If you don't answer this question well... "When I accepted the help from the city manager, my attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and I did not humiliate the imperial city." "If one day the city manager asks you to let the intruder go and return his favor, what will you do?" "I'll do it." "reason?" "Maintaining peace within the city system is the only way to protect the long-term benefits of food for the blood race." Albus smiled, looked at the cracks on the porcelain vase, and said, "Besides, returning favors is a matter of course, right? To return the favors of the city administrators, Definitely a good thing."

"reason?" "Being friends with someone I can never beat is definitely smarter than making enemies." Kibamaru Qianjun didn't nod or shake his head. The real meaning of the trading ban issued by the imperial guards against the city manager is not to deny the importance of the city manager, or to believe that the city manager is harmful to the city... let alone wanting to be an enemy of the city manager. In the final analysis, the fact is that even the ruling class does not know the identity of the city manager and the extent of his abilities, and the city manager has never tried to talk to the blood race, the mystery is very thorough ——For powerful unknown things, those above are always afraid.

They are even more afraid that the subordinates will gradually gain power through unknown things and in ways they cannot grasp. "Save your life and increase your strength, for what?" Kibamaru Qianjun sized up Albus. "I think one day, no one cares about my words, no one cares about me when I kill people, and I can do whatever I want." "Do you want to join Tokyo Eleven Jackals?" "If being among the Tokyo Eleven Jackals can do what I said, then be the Tokyo Eleven Jackals." Kibamaru Qianjun was a little confused. Albus responded freely, as if it had been simulated and deduced in advance, but it seemed as sincere as water.

The point is, no one ever talks to him like that. "Take one punch from me, and if you survive, you won't be held accountable, how about it?" Kibamaru Qianjun regained his momentum. Albus shook his head. "No way, it's very difficult to sit and talk in front of you, let alone receive a punch from you." Albus's resolute refusal expression stunned Kibamaru Qianjun for a moment, and his momentum collapsed. Then want to laugh. With a wave of his hand, he signaled Albus to go out. "Next, Kimaru fifty-six." 〖Smelly Fate: Destiny Survival: sixty years

Symptoms: The host often sees people around them cover their mouths and noses and walk away quickly. The scene is very embarrassing. There is no other reason, but the host is really smelly.The natural body odor is your registered trademark. No matter how hard you take a bath and spray perfume, you still can't cover up the strong stench on your body. Traits: There are many ways to disturb the enemy's mind, and releasing body odor is undoubtedly the most tasteless one. Evolution: Armpit Demon, Human Corpse Flower〗