The Death Knell

Now the situation has gradually become clear. The vampire elders have a plan to raise mutants and aliens as staple food in the future, and use human blood to make Dracula a god.

The aliens, one of the staple foods, didn't know where they learned about this plan, so they immediately retrieved the Terrigen Crystal and planned to strike first.

So the two sides started a secret war. Not only the vampire hunters wanted to drag the ordinary army into the water, but also the aliens did the same.

After all, the number of ordinary people is there, and no one can ignore millions of troops. If ordinary people and vampires both suffer losses, the living space for aliens will be much larger.

There was no movement from the mutants for the time being, but Su Ming could imagine how Apocalypse would react if he emerged from somewhere again.

Now the recognized leader of the mutants is the Hellfire Club, and Sebastian Shaw is the current Black King. He is not only a scientist, but also a billionaire. He often visits the upper class, so he will only be more informed.

They must have made some moves, but Su Ming doesn't know about it now.

After looking at the people who were staring at him with eager eyes, Su Ming smiled again. He collected the information and photos on the table and returned them to Harold.

"Kama Taj remains neutral in this incident. Protecting our dimension from being invaded by foreign enemies is the top priority."

Everyone inevitably showed disappointed looks. When Quincy heard about the summons of the Supreme Mage, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to gain the support of the white wizards, so that the difficulty of the action would be greatly reduced.

But Slade wants to maintain the tradition of the Ancient One, which is understandable. Vampire hunters have almost no influence on sorcerers.

Quincy put down the wine glass in his hand, rubbed his hands on his thighs, pushed himself up and stood up: "I understand, Supreme Mage, thank you for your hospitality."

"Actually, I don't recommend that you go deal with Dracula, you will die." Su Ming mentioned, purely out of kindness.

Quincy shook his head. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with Su Ming and said goodbye: "If Dracula cannot be completely eliminated, we will be nothing more than the walking dead. The meaning of our lives is to drag him to hell with us."

"Hatred has blinded you. It is better to wait for the opportunity than make unnecessary sacrifices." Su Ming hinted that if they wait a few more decades, as long as Blade is born, things will be much easier.

Quincy smiled bitterly. Even if they no longer hunt vampires, Dracula will not let any of them go:

"He often appears in each of our nightmares. He is a dark red nightmare. Every day of our lives is a kind of torture. At every moment, he may suddenly pounce out of the darkness. We are all too tired. "

Su Ming's fingers slid over the cans, and each of them had similar expressions. It seemed that this was the consensus they had reached long ago: "If you are willing, I can help you negotiate. Master Gu Yi and I will come forward. Dracula is definitely willing to stop pestering you."

"No, I want to avenge my parents and all the victims of the Van Helsing family." Rachel stood up and adjusted the crossbow behind her: "This is also for all mankind, so that people in the future will not Threatened by vampires again.”

"Oh, well, stay for a meal before leaving. I'll ask someone to take you to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel for a nice meal. Just charge it to my account. It's rare to come to New York. By the way, where were you before? Why? So much dirt?”

"The Rocky Mountains, there are many wild beasts there in winter." Jin nodded politely to Su Ming and said goodbye. The matter of eating was like a joke to the vampire.

"The deer hunting season is still far away. I will ask Hamil to take you back after dinner." Su Ming stood up, walked back to the desk, and picked up the phone.

Soon, the golden portal opened, and Hamill took everyone away again, leaving only a mess in the office. Now we are waiting for the news from Ginjiu, but before that, Su Ming still has some things to arrange.

This matter is nothing more than some vampire elders making their own decisions, and Dracula acquiesces to it. So as long as Su Ming solves these elders and puts pressure on Dracula, he can completely excuse his ignorance and step down along the ready-made steps.

This way, we won't completely break up, and we can save humanity and the earth. Vampires can exist. After all, the number of people who die from vampire attacks every year is not as high as the number of people who die in car accidents.

Dracula kept a lot of blood slaves and drank their blood when he was hungry. He almost never hunted outside, and even vampires with a certain status would not go out. How old is this?

Maintaining the balance is the responsibility of the Sorcerer Supreme, and the annihilation of any species will have unknowable consequences for the future, unless they are destined to become extinct in the future.

On the other hand, a quarrel with the foreigners was almost inevitable. After all, they still owed Su Ming a murderer and had to think about how to control the situation.

Su Ming dialed the same number again. It rang for a long time before someone picked up the phone.

"Hello? Hamill isn't here right now."

"It's me, Master Monaco. Please come to my office."

Su Ming put down the phone after speaking seriously, without giving Monaco a chance to protest.

As the black wormhole unfolded, Monaco soon appeared in the office with a despairing expression. He had been trying to drain the fluid in his stomach in recent days, and the death knell often brought bad things to him.

"Have you eaten? Master Monaco?" Su Ming showed a concerned smile, stood up and patted his shoulder affectionately.

Monaco looked at him with eyes like a dead fish, with a look of despair: "Stop calling me that. You call me master with a smile on your face. I feel like I don't have long to live."

"How could it be? Haha, how about the new breed of rabbit I gave you a few days ago? Does it breed very fast?" Su Ming stuffed a wine glass for him and poured wine into it.

"Uh... I knew it was no good. When have you ever cared about my rabbits? You don't love them at all." The mage with a mustache looked sad and looked toward the sea in the distance outside the window.

A few seabirds flew by in the distance, as if it meant that his freedom was also flying away.

"Don't worry, you don't need to cast too many spells this time. Don't you want me to go to Kama Taj? Let's go now."

Monaco immediately took out a rabbit from his pocket and strangled it to death, then threw the body on the floor with tears in his eyes: "Then what are you waiting for? Please!"

Waving his cane, the black wormhole appeared again, and the snowy buildings appeared in front of him.

"please."

Su Ming smiled slightly, hooked Monaco's shoulder, and the two stepped into the wormhole together. A black tentacle also took away the dead rabbit. The rabbit's head could not be wasted.

When the Supreme Master appeared at Kama Taj, all the apprentices present saluted, followed by various rituals that had been prepared.

Fortunately, there is no need to worship Weishan Emperor like the underworld worships Guan Gong. After some inexplicable links, Su Ming casually said a few words and everyone applauded and then dispersed.

Go and do whatever you have to do. You can't stop studying today. You can only add a chicken drumstick to your meal.

Even so, Su Ming was still a little tired from the torment. Formalism can kill people. He returned to Gu Yi's former Zen room, sitting cross-legged on the futon, drinking water in large gulps. Snowflakes were falling outside the door, and everything was white.

The incense burner in the room is burning, and the green smoke is rising, which is a smell that can calm people's minds.

It was obviously Su Ming's succession ceremony, but Monaco seemed to be the happiest person. Although he didn't know what he was happy about, he was undoubtedly happy too soon.

"Modu." Su Ming dipped the tea soup with the lid of the teacup and called out the name seriously.

The dark-faced mage immediately appeared outside the door. He had been waiting for orders.

In fact, his skin is just a little darker, he is neither black nor Indian. His hometown is Transylvania, which is a mountainous area in Romania, and he also has a baronetcy.

"What are your orders, Master?"

"I can't get used to drinking butter tea, go and change it for Mingqian Longjing." Su Ming put down the teacup and said lightly.

"As you command, Master."

Modu first bowed and saluted, and then immediately opened the portal and rushed to the West Lake. The Supreme Master wanted to drink tea and made a request. As a disciple of Kama Taj, he had to fulfill the master's wish.

Monaco looked at Deathstroke with disdain. Isn't this too picky? Why didn't you say you couldn't get used to it when you drank butter tea with Gu Yi before?

Although he doesn't like butter tea, as a British person, black tea is the best choice.

As if he didn't notice Master Mustache's expression, Su Ming began to explain to him about green tea.

Mingqian tea refers to the West Lake Longjing tea picked before Qingming. The quality of the tea is also the best. The latest buds of the tea tree are usually picked at that time. Although a second crop of new leaves will grow after picking, the quality and taste will not be as good as the first.

Modu soon came back sweating profusely. You know that daytime in the United States is nighttime in China, and he had a hard time buying tea.

Su Ming took the tea with a smile and prepared to brew it with his own hands. He opened the paper bag slowly and taught Modu a lesson.

"How can we entertain guests with only tea? Didn't you see that Master Monaco is here? Go buy some snacks and come back and ask for the eight major items from the Juqing Zhai in Dashilar, the front gate of the imperial capital of China. Go ahead."

Before Modu could sit down and take a breath, he was assigned a new task, another errand.

"Yes, Master, but what are the eight major items?"

Modu's dark face showed doubts. Although it was true that he knew Chinese, he did not understand many of the statements.

"Ask the people in the store, you don't even know this, why don't you learn it?!" Su Ming waved Modu away like a fly, and continued to talk about tea with Monaco: "Mingqian Longjing Tea Green and translucent, the tea has a sweet aroma. After brewing, the buds and leaves stretch, and the pieces float in the water, bright green and beautiful..."

Monaco looked at the portal that disappeared in the air, and then looked at the death knell with a half-smile. He came to some understanding: "Tell me, why are you deliberately tormenting Modu? I don't believe that you suddenly become obsessed with life. If you have lost your quality, what’s your conspiracy?”

Su Ming gently grabbed the tea leaves and threw them into the cup, and replied very calmly: "It is for his own good, otherwise he will die in your hands sooner or later."