Chapter 21 Section 8

"So there's such a thing as cursing. It's so old-fashioned." Albus grinned. Kibamaru Qianjun nodded and sighed: "Fortunately, with this curse, the number of lifehunters will decrease sharply, and our family will be able to survive and become stronger gradually." He stroked his fan. "Teacher, please don't worry. Although chaos is inevitable, the underground imperial city cannot be breached by these so-called life hunters. I believe you know it very well." Albus smiled.Albus respects Kimaru Qianjun, a military instructor. The status of the Kibamaru Qianjun in the Yamaru Clan is far beyond the stereotype of the Fighting School. When he was young, he had the title of "Ghost Killer" and won the dead bodies all over the ground. The unanimous trust of the whole city.Kibamaru's thousands of troops traveled around the world and made friends with human politicians, especially in the military of various countries.

All of this is because of the painful concept that Kibamaru Qianjun got from World War II: peace. "Albus, although you are my student, under certain circumstances, you don't mind killing me, do you?" Kisumaru Qianjun looked into Albus's eyes kindly, and the long pure white hair on the back of his head was shining Bright. Albus smiled without answering, acquiescing to the horrifying question. "Can you tell me the reason?" Kimaru Qianjun smiled, showing some scorched teeth. "Peace." Albus replied respectfully. "Very good." Kibamaru Qianjun patted the paper fan, very satisfied.

"It's a pity that I can't kill the teacher, but fortunately there is no need for that." Albus laughed bluntly. Kibamaru Qianjun stood up slowly with a smile on his back, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The human beings who can live under the sun have also survived these thousands of years, and they have made this world colorful.Delicious, fun, and easy to use, if you can keep the peace, why not do it?Some hawkish young lads just don't get it.Do not understand the value of peace. It is undeniable that war is indeed the easiest and fastest game of power.

Who is it best for?This Game of Thrones, played best by short-lived humans, is best suited to the society of vampires. Vampires live for too long, and many old guys are relying on their lives to live long, and they can't get down from their positions of power.Everyone is afraid of the taste of losing power. If you lose power, you will definitely wither faster and faster. "Compared to human society, the organization of our blood race lacks too much power replacement between the old and the new. The system is as rigid as a rock. A lot of young and strong juniors can't get ahead, so they always want to start a war and escape by relying on military exploits. Come up, squeeze us old guys down." Kiwano Chijun said slowly, holding the paper fan horizontally, and sliding his feet to move.

Fan Dance. Quiet without movement, automatic in stillness. The posture of Kibamaru Qianjun is like a one-armed praying mantis, standing quietly on the slender leaves, catching the green wind.The figure is condensed, neither fast nor slow, forming a "field" that flows with the openings of the fan, but in the openings of the fan-shaped structure, there is hidden "killing" that can be activated at any time. "It's hard work." Albus said. "Yeah, it's really hard." Kibamaru Qianjun spoke freely in the dance of the fan, without hindering his breathing or sluggish movements.

After a long time, out of impatience that time didn't notice, Kibamaru Qianjun spoke again. "In your eyes, what kind of person is Wudao?" "He's more afraid of losing what he has than exchanging power with war. Harmless bureaucracy, but boring enough. So boring that people want to run away." "The silver-like event is not simple." "If you don't pursue it, it will only be that simple." indeed. "If Wudao is involved in it, will you take his life?" Yamaru Qianjun slapped his forehead in front of his forehead, swung his palms around the back, bowed forward and bowed backward.A faint airflow circled around faintly.

Albus smiled and didn't answer. "With your guarantee, I'm relieved." Qianjun Kimaru suddenly sat on the sofa. "I don't promise anything." Albus smiled. The slow old man dancing the fan just now disappeared in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in an instant, and then appeared on the sofa.All actions do not exist in the flow of time in this world at all.Scary old man. "By the way, the selection of the new eleven jackals has already begun, right?" Qianjun Kibamaru scratched his head. "Yeah." Albus turned on the TV and switched to the latest new song introduction.

"How do you choose this time?" Kibamaru Qianjun asked casually. "In the first stage, of course, it's still an old abacus. Everyone fights and fights until there are ten left, and then we'll talk." "Oh? So nothing new." "I said, Wudao is such a conservative person." Albus yawned. "Conservation is a good thing, and maintaining the status quo is pretty good." Kisumi Kimaru said lightly: "Typical, the type who only cares about his own power. I hope he will continue like this."