And you can’t control our brothers and sisters!
Constantius and Vite are both secretly researching those forbidden subjects. In this aspect, the Goat Man has gone further. I’ve heard that over by the Creator Engine, so Elf Scholars have also ford their own secret societies.
And the Half-body Man...
As those in charge of the think tank, they’re more easily exposed to those secrets than others. I don’t believe those little guys can suppress their innate curiosity.
Paryen, you treat the rules left by the creator as the Holy Codex, which is why everyone trusts you, but you must also prepare for the future.
Listen!
I only need a bit of permission, just so resources.
My subordinates and I are active in the Star Realm, far from the Eden District. No one will notice us. We’ll establish an observation research station in the Star Realm, closer to the sub-space. Many experints will be easier to conduct there, and even if sothing goes wrong it won’t imdiately affect the material world.
You can send your people to oversee us. I promise we won’t cross that line... we can’t fight the enemy blindfolded! The Sentinel Corps might not be able to protect us, either.
Paryen, do you rember the scene of Nasalock Star’s destruction before our eyes?
We Blood Clan Elders have all experienced that helplessness of being unable to protect our holand with our hands. I just... I just don’t want Eden District and our new ho to go through that sa despair again."
Faced with Charlemagne’s request, Lord Paryen hesitated for a long ti, then asked:
"If I don’t agree, you..."
"I will proceed with this matter privately."
Charlemagne said calmly:
"I’ve already reached an agreent with Salockdale. The chief navigator will assist in transporting materials to the Star Realm, and the connections on Edward’s side have been opened, with the Craftsn altering their ledgers to raise enough materials for .
Constantius hasn’t given a reply, but the researchers from the Secret Blood have already packed their bags.
The most difficult is Oksana’s Interior Ministry permission, but Salockdale will persuade her. Oksana listens to him the most."
"You... you are going rogue! Damn it."
Paryen was infuriated.
But the esteed counselor, after making efforts to suppress his anger for a few minutes, threw a permission card to Charlemagne with emphasis in his voice:
"Only observation and research on energy properties is allowed, and no biological experints! If there’s a single issue, I’ll revoke the permission. I’m not joking with you, Charlemagne, this kind of thing challenges my bottom line."
"Of course, you and I are protectors of the race. I know what I’m doing."
Charlemagne breathed a sigh of relief as the scene dimd.
In the biology lab, Murphy rubbed his forehead and opened his eyes, seeing Triss’s eyes full of curiosity and concern. Murphy knew what Triss wanted to hear, so he glanced at the bio-tanks of Babro and Claire and whispered:
"I know the reason for the Blood Fear apocalypse two hundred years ago. At that ti, Archduke Charlemagne opened the rift not to seek sub-space power... he aid to find the Star Realm research lab he established single-handedly during the Golden Era.
Perhaps it stored so important information, but the sub-space took advantage of this action, or rather, it used that lab as bait, and the muddled hunter Charlemagne stepped into the trap to beco prey.
However, that place should still be sowhere in the Star Realm.
We need to find it, to see what the Blood Fear Clan researched back then... mm, new mories are surfacing, hold on."
Murphy closed his eyes again.
This ti, he was sure it was about so activities of Charlemagne in the Star Realm research lab, but as he opened his eyes, an extrely improper scene ca into view.
Charlemagne was hiding in a corner in a voyeuristic manner, manipulating a drone, and on the screen, two vampires entangled together were revealed... well, I won’t say who they are, but you can probably guess.
Oh, Charlemagne!
Underneath that cool guy persona lies a voyeur, right?
Damn!
It was too late for Murphy to sever the ancient mory resonance.
Through the flashing images, he could clearly see Mr. Salockdale and Lady Oksana engaging in so indescribable action in a corner of the garden. Logically, such third-party observation shouldn’t reveal the parties’ ntal activities, but the problem is, ancient mories don’t make logical sense!
Feeling himself about to fall into an awkward predicant, Murphy cursed:
"You damned ancients, don’t you have anything proper to do? Damn it, don’t engrave this nonsense into your DNA!!! Damnit. Shani... it really wasn’t intentional this ti... sorry."
At this mont, far on the other side of the Great Wilderness’s border in the Far East Lands’ Port of Joseph, Duchess Shani, who was on a surveillance mission preparing to lock onto her target, was in the midst of a focused pursuit. Suddenly, at a certain mont, her brow furrowed with an ominous premonition.
Before Shani could prepare herself, a ntal tug pulled her into that awkward situation.
In that cursed mory, her eyes blazed with anger as she stared at Murphy, who was helpless in front of her. Then, both of them were engulfed in that strange and splendid sensation like a tidal wave.
Ah, damn it!
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