Wang Xiaoming was sweating profusely.

Because although Singer did not guess Barr's identity, he guessed their purpose correctly. When he thought that Singer might expose Barr's disguise, he became restless, and even the delicious steak aftertaste in his mouth became bitter.

Seeing his eyes flashing, Singer comforted with a smile: "I said before that since I invite you to visit here, we will definitely not be enemies, and we may even become close comrades."

Wang Xiaoming said: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"It's very simple, cooperate." He stood up with a smile and walked towards the door.

But before he could walk to the door, the door flew up like a kite and smashed heavily on the huge portrait opposite the door.

Singh stopped gracefully, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Welcome."

A figure slowly walked in from outside the door, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

Pripril followed him carefully. Although he had made countless oaths along the way with Lord Cain's life, Barr's murderous intent accumulated more and more as time passed by minute by minute.

"Ba... I wish you could come!" Wang Xiaoming quickly got up from the sofa. Just as he was about to walk over, Wutles accidentally raised his foot and blocked his way.

The air that was originally flowing freely suddenly solidified.

Singer slowly withdrew his hand and smiled, "How can you stop a lover from meeting?"

Wutles put his feet down indifferently.

At the same moment, Barr's figure flashed through the living room like lightning.

Pripril felt that he just blinked his eyes and the scene in front of him changed.

Wootles stood by the window and looked carefully. A bloodshot was hanging on the corner of his mouth. The color of his pupils and lips gradually turned purple. This was a sign of his preparation for attack.

Wang Xiaoming was firmly wrapped in his arms by Barr.

Singer suddenly smiled and said, "Wuth, I didn't expect you to lose to a junior."

Wutles said nothing, but his mouth became tighter and tighter.

Singer said: "Why are you standing? I think it's easier to create a harmonious atmosphere when you sit down. Standing always makes me feel oppressed." He walked back to his original position, turning a blind eye to the tense atmosphere in front of him, and still smiling, "Wutter, your steak hasn't been finished yet."

Wutles looked at him steadily for a moment, and the purple redness in his pupils began to fade, but instead of walking back to his original position, he sat next to Singer.

Seeing that Barr was still standing there coldly, Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but pull his sleeve and said, "Let's sit down too?"

It would be fine if he didn't speak, but he pulled out all of Barr's anger, "Who is allowed to leave without my permission?"

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his clothes, and whispered: "I'm sorry."

Barr felt that he should teach a few more lessons and would never let him go easily like this, but when the words were at the mouth, their tone and voice were still there, but the words were changed, "Are you injured?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his head, then pointed at the steak and said, "There are also steaks to eat red wine."

...

He was not here, and he was still eating steak and drinking red wine.

The angry that had just fallen, rushed up again, and he said viciously: "Where did I just talk about it?"

"Ah? Are you injured?" Wang Xiaoming looked inexplicably.

"The previous sentence!"

Wang Xiaoming thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry."

"...It's not what you said, it's what I said." Barr's anger slowly rose.

Wang Xiaoming said guiltily: "I mean, sorry, I don't remember."

Bar: "…"

"We might as well eat and chat." Singh smoothed out.

As he was talking, Housekeeper Louis made a grand appearance again. However, in order to express his dissatisfaction with being disturbed in the middle of the night, he appeared in pajamas, with blue and white horizontal stripes, and two cute kitty cats on his chest.

He put the steak and wine glass in front of the newly seated Bar and Priprili with expressionless expression, and then glared at Singh without saying a word.

Singer smiled and said, "I promise, this is the last guest today."

Louis said to him: "I will suffer from insomnia after being awakened by the quarrel."

Singer laughed apologetically.

"If you have insomnia, you need to take sleeping pills."

Singer continued to laugh.

"It is easy to sleepwalking after taking sleeping pills."

Singer couldn't laugh anymore.

The professional smile appeared on Louis' face again, "So, if Lord Singer sees a vampire who demolishes the house because of sleepwalking, please don't wake him up."

Singer watched him leave, slowly raised his glass and drank a sip of red wine, turned to Wang Xiaoming and said, "Don't worry, this house is very strong, and even if it has been demolished for 30 years, it will still be able to live in it."

Pripril murmured: "I finally know why Lord Singer is always looking for houses and moving houses."

"..." Singer coughed dryly, and his eyes turned to Barr who was cutting the steak gracefully, "Mr. Edward, please allow me to call you that." As a third generation elder to a sixth generation blood clan, this tone of speaking can definitely be regarded as the other party's honor, but considering the loss that Wootles, the elder of the blood clan who was just three generations, this honor is not worth mentioning.

Barr put down his knife and fork and looked up at him.

Singer said: "I have explained the reason for the invitation to you to this human gentleman. In short, I think I can help you achieve your wish. If you are trying to make this gentleman from the human race become a second-generation blood clan."

Since he directly deleted the causes and consequences and came to a conclusion, Barr's expression seemed surprising.

"I think you know very well that Lord Cain's blood is kept by the elders of our thirteen clans." Singer crossed his fingers and said slowly, "With our support, everything will go smoothly. Your elder brother should have told you the inside story of the Blood Night Sacrifice."

Pripril said, "I said it too." He looked at Barr and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, because he could see that Singh was trying to win over Barr and reach a certain deal. But he knew Barr's true face. He knew very well that the man who was sitting there and looking arrogant was actually a fallen angel, and a powerful fallen angel.

Should I expose or continue to hide it? He was in a dilemma.

"Very well, I think this will make our conversation smoother." Singer said. "First of all, I want to make it clear that the Blood Night Festival has begun and the quota has been settled. If you want to stand out, you must use the joint efforts of the three major clans of Revono, Giovanni and Maikave." As if afraid that they will be confused, he added, "Only in this way can the candidate nominated by Toredo be deleted."

Barr sneered.

"Of course, this is a deal. So the efforts we make are not completely costless. We hope that after Wang Xiaoming becomes the second generation of the blood clan, he can establish a new clan and join us to become a brand new party." Singer's pupils, which had always been full of smiles, finally showed his ambition.

Wang Xiaoming said in surprise: "Why?"

Singer said: "Revono and Giovanni have always been neutral clans, because the spirit of the Demon Party and the Secret Party do not meet our ideals. However, re-establishing a party will inevitably lead to joint attacks from other parties, especially now the acting patriarch of the blood clan is Leslie of the Secret Party."

Bardot: "Michavie is also a secret party."

"But they are madmen who are rejected by other secret parties." Singh's smile was filled with a hint of longing, "We yearn for freedom and development. You have been in the human world and should be very clear about the speed of change in the human world. However, the blood clan world has a longer time than the human world, but it has been stagnant. We need motivation to urge us to move forward."

Barr said disdainfully: "Is this the deal you are talking about?"

Singer disliked his attitude, "Believe me. You will need this transaction, they will not harm you. With the identity of a second generation, I suggest a clan of your own. I think this is what every blood clan dreams of. If it weren't for the fact that I was already a third generation of blood clan, I wouldn't have abandoned such a good opportunity."

Barr pondered: "Can you enter Blood Night Mountain?"

Singh smiled and said, "Of course. Lord Cain's blood is hidden in Blood Night Mountain, where the ceremony is held."

While Barr pursed his lips and pondered, Pripril felt that he was almost burned to ashes by the fire in his heart. Friendship and the interests of the clan were swaying at both ends of the balance, and finally he made a decision. "I don't think this deal is good."

"Oh?" Singer was not displeased by his interruption, but just asked with a smile, "Why?"

"Because," Pripri said in a deep voice, "he has offended the Toredo clan deeply, and the Toredo clan will never give up. It is not wise to offend the already powerful clan for an undetermined benefit."

He doesn't want to betray his friendship, but he doesn't look like he betrays the clan, so the best way is to stop everything.

Barr looked at him with an enlightened look on his face.

Singh smiled and said, "It sounds like, this deal is a bit unprofitable."

Pripril nodded desperately when he saw that there was a chance.

"However, huge profits always come with huge risks," said Singer. "No matter how powerful the Torredo clan is, it will not be the opponent of the three major clans. You don't have to worry about this."

Priprili's face changed: "But..."

Singer raised his hand and waved him, "Come here."

Priprili stood up slowly, and as he took two steps towards him, he suddenly realized what he was going to do, and immediately shouted desperately: "Actually he is not..."

But it was too late.

He felt his body shrink and then flapped his wings into Singh's hands.

Singer smiled and pinched his wings, "Just be a bat observer and see if this investment is losing or profitable."

Barr's mouth bent and suddenly spoke, "Trade."

"By the way. This villa is my gift to you, I hope to accept it." Singh stood up and stretched out his hand.

Barr didn't even glance at the corner of his eyes, "Since I give it to me, I'll have the final say?"

"Of course." Singer with kindness.
Chapter completed!