In the Netherlands, the old nest of the Philip family, Prince Philip stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the large tulips outside the window, looking at the windmills by the river in the distance, gently stroked his chin with his slender fingers, and asked in an absolutely authoritative tone that controls everything: "What do you have any opinions?" The faint sunlight of the dusk shone on him, but the light seemed to be absorbed by him, and the entire hall was dark.

Including Prince Philo, whose nest was destroyed by the Holy See, a total of twelve vampire princes stood silently ten meters behind him. No one wanted, or no one dared to answer his question first. These vampire leaders who were sophisticated, all turned into the most obedient and good babies in front of Prince Philip.

After a long time, Dracula walked out of the corner of the house, stepped forward, squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, your proposal is beneficial to us. What else can we have? However, it is the candidates for the acting members. Maybe we need to grasp it well? Well, in addition to Prince Philo's current strength being damaged, we can go to the delegation headquarters, we also need two powerful and smart people to serve as this position, right?"

Prince Philip turned around slowly, looked at Dracula with a kind look that was difficult to see between human brothers, and nodded and said, "Yes, the candidate is difficult. Our secret party..." When he said this word, Philip's voice suddenly lowered its eighth tones, and then he returned to his normal voice and said, "We secretly ruled most of the blood clan world. Our purpose is to compete with humans for a survival sky... Ah, this is an opportunity to greatly strengthen us."

Prince Philo stepped forward respectfully and bowed to Philip: "Sir, of course, if we can expand our power in the Dark Controversy Group, maybe one day we can control the entire dark world. At that time, we can rule the world with the strength we have developed secretly... Your decision has always been wise and we have no objection."

Philip shook his finger dissatisfiedly: "Dear Philo, my old friend, have your family been destroyed and your courage become smaller? Don't say anything complimenting to me. Our status is equal, my friends, aren't it?"

The twelve princes nodded slowly. Except for Philo who looked like a middle-aged man (which was also the result of his constant sucking of the baby's blood), the other eleven princes were like Philip, old, pale, thin, and deep in their eyes. Outsiders could not tell who they were.

A prince said in a hoarse and gloomy voice: "Prince Philip, of course... Our blood clan's power occupies less than one-third of the current composition of the Dark Controversy Group. Among the members, except you, no one occupies a high position in the Dark Controversy Group. What does it mean to propose that each member nominate three proxy members?... Of course, we do not doubt your wisdom, but explain it to us."

Philip smiled sinisterly: "Oh, dear friends, think about it, now, with me, there are thirteen members, that is, thirty-nine agents. Well, things need to be done step by step. The Speaker has discovered my identity. Then, I have reason to send a large number of good men into the Dark Conflict Group. Isn't this what they are happy to see?... When our power accounts for half or more of the Dark Conflict Group, if I propose to turn the thirty-nine agents into formal, then, do we need to reshuffle them?"

All the top vampires present exclaimed, and they finally understood Philip's intention.

Philip swayed his body gently and smiled and said, "Oh, everyone see, human beings are useful occasionally. This is a strategy I learned from anthropology. It is really very feasible. As long as the power of the Dark Controversy Group grows, it is absolutely impossible for the thirteen members of the current sect to coordinate all matters, let alone we will tamper with it?...Ah, think about it, how many seats should we occupy among the thirty-nine new formal members? Well, we can't be too greedy, half, how about it?"

The vampires laughed with their own characteristics, and Philo's face turned red. He had just flattered Philip for a long time, only knowing that this plan could strengthen the power of the blood clan, but he couldn't figure out what the intention was. He was really embarrassed.

Philip raised his hand and the hall immediately became quiet. Philip looked at Philo and said in a harmonious voice: "Of course, before we implement this plan, we must solve one thing. Prince Philo's family was destroyed, and he ran out with only a dozen top players. His strength has been weakened by the Holy See... Everyone knows that in the dark world, without strength, no one will respect him. Philo will serve as an acting member. So, we need to let him regain the power to match this position, right?"

The princes raised their hands one by one and spoke: "Ten great dukes, fifty marquis..."

"Ah, our clan has developed well recently, with twelve great dukes and seventy marquises..."...

The Philip family supported Filo fifteen great dukes, eighty marquises, and corresponding proportions of lower-level vampires. The power of the Philo family immediately returned to a more powerful level than its heyday.

Philip said in a harmonious voice: "Philo, go and receive these men and hold the ceremony of our blood clan. They will no longer belong to their own family. They will have a new surname, Phello... Oh, the great and glorious Philo family, our blood clan will not allow a family of friends to be destroyed like this."

Philo bowed deeply to all the leaders of the Secret Party with gratitude and whispered: "Yes, Lord Satan is above, our blood clan is a perfect unity. May the soul of the ancestor bless us."

All the vampires present gestured with a strange gesture and said in unison: "May the soul of the ancestor bless us."

A giggle suddenly came out in the hall: "Nonsense, hum, a bunch of dead old men talk nonsense."

Just now, the top vampires with serious faces changed their faces immediately. Prince Philo used the excuse to absorb people, and a thick smoke disappeared. Sweat beads of water oozed out from Prince Philip's forehead. As for the other eleven princes who had no excuses to slip away, they secretly took a few steps back.

Michelle sat on Prince Philip's throne in the hall, and her calf shook and said, "Hmph, what do you say that a friend's family is absolutely not allowed to be destroyed? Wasn't the Shaker family completely destroyed by the Holy See? No hair slipped out...a bunch of bragging dead old men."

The eleven princes' faces suddenly turned black and looked at Michelle with helpless smile. Philip smiled carefully and said, "Ah, dear Michelle, we can't blame us... It happened too suddenly, so we can't rescue them at all. The Shakel family is not a member of the secret party. You know, their royal family, who claims to be the blood clan, are unwilling to pay attention to us at any time."

Michelle spitted out her tongue, took out a bag of French fries from somewhere and chewed it, and said vaguely: "Then don't say it so solemnly. Anyway, the Shakel family has been completely destroyed. Hum, hum... Ah, my father, I'm going to London, I'm going to play in London. This ritual of inheriting magic is so hateful, and my power has been upgraded to the level of the count. How many rituals will it take to become a prince?"

Philip smiled flatteringly: "Oh, baby, there can only be one prince in the family... You are too young to inherit too much magic. Of course, if you want to go to London to play, I will never object, as long as you are happy."

Mixue'er cheered, threw away her hand, and threw a bag of French fries all over the room. She disappeared after a thick smoke.

Philip's face immediately sank: "Dakura, you are so spoiled by Michelle."

Dracula retorted with a gloomy face: "Dear brother, who is ridden by Michelle every day?"

The other eleven princes simply pretended not to hear the rebellion of the two brothers, and looked at the decorations of the hall seriously, although they had seen it countless times. Of course, they were still secretly glad in their hearts, fortunately, their daughters were already adults. Alas... Among the great nobles of the blood clan, it is not easy to have a child...

Finally, Philip, who felt decent, closed his mouth with a gloomy face, and Durcula rolled his eyes and closed his mouth.

Philip looked at the eleven princes fiercely and asked in a deep voice: "Okay, let everyone propose the right candidate. Except for me, you cannot expose it. We cannot let everyone know the specific forces of the Secret Party, right? Well, if you propose your candidates, you must be more powerful, flexible, and more vicious... Of course, if the three requirements cannot be met at the same time, you can abandon the condition of strength. We have strong killers, but we do not have excellent conspirators."

Dracula screamed. Philip covered his ears and murmured: "Dear brother, you shouldn't be so bad. We are discussing serious things, why do you scream like this? Don't you know that my ears can't be shaken too much?"

Dracula smiled sinisterly: "Dear brother, I have a suggestion, but I don't know if I should say it... I really don't know if I should say it."

Prince Philip's eyes lit up: "Do you have a good choice? Tell me, ah, it's really good news... Hum? Who? Tell me... But don't say it's Michelle's baby. If she becomes an agent, half of the people in the Dark Controversy Group will commit suicide."

Dracula's eyes were wandering around for a long time and asked carefully: "What if my proposal was a human?"

Philip and the twelve princes present looked at each other and nodded softly and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as he can respect our interests, human beings can also become our friends. Of course, if he is a loyal supporter of our blood clan and has a close relationship with us... Human beings, full of conspiracies, will be a good candidate."

A prince nodded and asked Dracula, "So, dear Mr. Dracula, who is it?"

Prince Philip also looked at Dracula with confusion and asked: "Yes, who is it? If everything meets the criteria, then I would be very happy that we have a strategist in the Dark Group."

Dracula smiled strangely: "The boyfriend of the young girl of the Shakel family, the congressman is now recruiting people vigorously, a traitor from the Holy See, a former genius, a genius who has become a chapel-level deacon at a young age, and a taboo in the Holy See..."

Philip shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "Oh, brother, it's so bad. He's a waste. Maybe he has a pretty sloppy strength, but his mind... You've been with him for so long, do you think that a person who is immersed in marijuana and liquor all day long will have any other minds? The congressman attached importance to him, but he just took his attention to his former identity and wanted to find out the weakness of the holy power from him."

Dracula did not ask Philip how he learned about Jester. According to Philip's temper, anyone who has contacted Michelle may have been investigated for three generations of his ancestors.

Dracula smiled proudly: "Oh, brother, the person I recommend is not him, but his boss, that Chinese Yi Chen."

Philip opened his eyes wide and said to himself, "Well, yes... that Chinese, a mysterious Chinese, a cruel Chinese, a Chinese who has tricked countless people into conspiracy and tricks... Well, he agrees with our blood clan, and he even becomes friends with you. He can take in Jester, he is full of disgust for the Holy See, he has a strong potential in the world, and he can even influence some of the resolutions of the congress, because the current biggest hope star of the congress, Mr. Off, was the one who underwritten it."

Dracula said in a deep voice: "I forgot to tell you that my brother, Yi Chen, has a very powerful force... It is a force that we cannot understand yet. In New York, I ordered a marquis to attack him, but it was resolved by him... I have reported to you that the destruction of New York was caused by some strange conflicts between the Chinese and the Holy See, and Yi Chen, he seems to have many strange connections with those Chinese... They know, are close, but are not close."

Philip pondered for a long time and said slowly: "Then, Yi Chen was driven out by the Chinese... Yes, Chinese people, they pay great attention to their family relationships. There is no need for a person to develop alone in the UK. He is an expelled person... Ah, I can even outline his experience. His early days in London were very unsatisfactory, and the information I received also reflected this point, so he was full of negative destruction. Yes, it must be."

A prince frowned and asked: "Prince Philip, he has the power, so he should call the wind and rain in the human world, and he cannot live a very unsatisfactory life."

Philip shook his head and whispered: "If we expel a member, we will destroy his power, right? This Chinese must have been sealed with his power, but later he regained his power... Well, it's a very good candidate."

Dracula bowed reservedly and expressed her gratitude for Philip's praise.

The princes looked at each other and elected a representative to ask: "Of course, Prince Philip, we respect your choice, but will that Chinese be willing to hold this position? Or will he act as we wish after he holds this position?"

Philip looked at Dracula, and Dracula smiled: "People, give him benefits, he will do anything..." Dracula suddenly closed his mouth, and he was angry and remembered the pile of pistols and grenades that were now piled up in the warehouse of the Philip family. Prince Philip's face was also a little ugly. They had always been digging money from others, and they were inexplicably blackmailed by Yi Chen, and anyone would feel unhappy.

Philip said with a dark face: "Of course, interests, if there is no interest, we will not plan this plan... Humph, interests, interests... damn interests... Then, how do we make this guy tempted? This vampire guy."

Philip suddenly used a human adjective, which made the vampires present widen their eyes. Several princes muttered in their hearts: "We are real vampires, but we are not greedy for money."

Dracula pondered for a long time and slowly raised a finger: "We promise him that we will help Jester to avenge the Holy See... Human feelings are immeasurable. I don't know what happened between Jester and Yi Chen, but I can see that if Yi Chen had not existed, Jester would have committed suicide."

A prince smiled sinisterly: "Oh? Is their relationship so deep? Oh, it's so disgusting."

Philip looked over with a sharp look. The prince quickly took three steps back like a mouse, lowering his head.

Dracula said dissatisfiedly: "Do I say they are the kind of relationship between men and women? Dear lords, Jester regards Yi Chen as his brother. Yes, only this kind of relationship can make Jester maintain his belief that he can barely wander around the world. Of course, we don't know what happened... And Yi Chen, I observed that although all his subordinates seemed to treat them equally except that woman, he cared about Jester the most. The two black men were his housekeepers, the Germans were his thugs, and the Russian gangster was his money-making tool. That's it."

Philip let out a 'hehe' laugh: "So, if we promise to avenge Jester after we succeed, will Yi Chen agree to us for this reason?"

Dracula racked his brains and thought for a long time before he answered with uncertainty: "What Yi Chen pursued seems to be power, power and money... If he knew that the magic pool could enhance his power, would he go? Maybe? Power, we cannot help him, and he has even won over the prime minister of a country. What else can we do? In addition to power, we have money."

A prince licked his lips and whispered: "Then, use money to seduce him first... We secretly control a lot of enterprises, and we can let him participate in the operation of these enterprises. If he is really as smart as Mr. Durcula said, a smart manager will also bring us infinite benefits... Money, use money to seduce him first."

Another prince said: "Then, it is the power. He would be moved by how powerful the rebooted magic pool will bring him after joining the Dark Controversy Group. Of course, we can give him a large number of people to understand the feeling of dominating the life and death of thousands of people... Who is he now?"

Dracula quickly replied: "He is now a gang leader. Judging from the news I have received recently, he has dominated the entire northern part of the Great Britain."

The prince said, "That's great. He has tried this kind of majesty, and what we give is the power to make him dominate creatures that are more powerful than humans, and he will definitely be moved."

Philip concluded: "Finally, if he is still hesitating, then he will say that once our blood clan gains leadership in the dark, we will do our best to help him revenge the Holy See. Yi Chen may also consider this condition, but Jester, he will never give up anyway, right? As long as Jester really has such a position in Yi Chen's heart, then we will succeed."

A prince asked: "But what if his performance doesn't satisfy us?"

Philip flicked his finger easily, and a huge darkness spread out. He sneered and said, "If he can't satisfy us, then let others evaporate... and then blame the Holy See, in the end, just don't involve us."

Seeing all the princes showing their consent eyes, Philip smiled: "Then, Dracula, my brother, just do it according to your recommendation...Sucking Yi Chen into the dark controversy group, ah... Of course, he will join our secret party first and swear to protect our interests... If he wants, I don't mind giving him a warm first embrace... Go, you take someone to London with Michelle and decide the matter by the way."

Dracula's face immediately became gloomy: "I'll win over Yi Chen, my dear brother, aren't you anyone else to accompany Michelle's baby?"

Prince Philip stared at Dracula tightly: "Damn it, do you want me to accompany my baby Michelle shopping in person? Ah, you want me, the prince of the Philip family, the leader of the secret party, to lead the elderly blood tribes of the vast majority of the blood tribes to show up in the sun? Do you want the whole Holy See to destroy London and me?... Oh, don't be stupid, my dear brother, I admit that baby Michelle may be more terrifying than Jehovah at some point, but she is our little beloved after all, and you should be a little patient..."

Dracula was bitter and didn't speak.

Philip nagged, "Especially you run around the world every year and never care about family affairs. Well, you don't even have a child, which is not necessary. So, in order to make up for the sins that our Philip family does not have many heirs, you should firmly act as the bodyguard for Michelle's baby. You are her uncle and my dear brother."

The two brothers were still fighting here, and there, a prince with a strange appearance raised his right hand.

Philip immediately stopped the argument between himself and his brother, and looked at the prince with a smile and asked: "Prince Gulons, do you have any objections? Oh, sorry, I'm busy with some housework, so I'm sorry to neglect everyone."

Prince Gulons said sharply: "I thought of the third choice, dear Prince Philip, but I want to ask for your forgiveness and not pour out the anger on our Gulons family."

Prince Philip and the other princes looked at each other, and then spoke in a deep voice: "Gullons, my friend, say, say, why are you angry? What did you do wrong?"

Guluns whispered: "Yes, I joined forces with humans to do some experiments... We have cultivated some descendants..."

Philip's face turned cold, his fingers bounced slightly, and Gulons was blown to the end of the hall by a black storm without any resistance, and hit it heavily, landing on the ground in a mess. The other ten princes looked ashen, and their eyes flashed with murderous intent, and slowly pressed towards Gulons.

Guluns lay on the ground and screamed: "Listen to me, we have not married to humans. We are using human cloning technology. Human cells and our cells merge to create new species, and then let them obey us."

Dracula roared: "Shar...that damn boy, the bastard who issued a hunting order, the bastard who did not recognize his identity as a blood clan... No wonder he had the aura of our blood clan on his body, but he refused to recognize his identity as a descendant of his blood clan. Moreover, his power is so strange... Ha, he is also full of malicious intentions towards us."

Seeing that the ten princes were getting closer and closer, Guluns shouted: "Yes, Charles, the highest commander of the special department of the British Ministry of Defense, yes, it's him... Ah, Lord Philip, I deceived everyone, but I have no other intentions. I just wanted to find a way to increase our blood clan's strength. I did not violate the regulations. Our Guluns family did not intermarry with humans."

Philip waved his hand and Gulons' body flew up suddenly. Philip grabbed his collar and stared at him fiercely and said, "Ah, yes, you didn't violate the rules, but why not inform us?"

Gulons' sweat dripped down, and he looked at Philip in fear. He finally knew the huge gap between him and Philip. Philip's powerful dark aura was so oppressed that he could not breathe. He murmured to himself: "No one will agree to my plan. I want to increase our strength as much as possible. I have no other intention... I don't want to betray the blood clan, I don't want to betray the secret party, believe me."

A purple light flashed through Philip's eyes, and powerful spiritual power invaded Gulons' brain like a tide. Gulons simply let go of all the energy defenses in his brain, allowing Philip to easily scan all his memories. After a while, Philip gently put down Gulons and nodded to the other ten princes and said, "Okay, friends, he is telling the truth. Prince Gulons is still our close friend. He did not betray us... His intention was good, but he chose an incorrect path... Well, the Gulons family always likes to play these small tricks in technology, it's true."

The other ten princes relaxed their expressions and walked back slowly, looking at Guluns and said, "You shouldn't do this, but is this a mixture of our bloodlines and humans?"

Philip also frowned and said distressedly: "Damn God, what have humans invented? This is really a moral and ethical issue for us veterinary races. Maybe we should hold a special meeting to deal with this matter... But at least, Guluns did not make a foul... He wisely played a strait ball."

Gulons' expression slowed down, and he sighed, "It is a great honor to be able to obtain your understanding...Prince Philip, we will never continue this experiment again."

Dracula said in a deep voice: "Dear Lords, Prince Gulons is still loyal to our blood clan. He has no need to tell this secret at all... We should be ashamed, because we doubt a loyal old friend."

Gulons looked at Dracula gratefully and bowed slightly. Dracula returned the favor deeply, after all, there was a gap in their identities.

Philip waved his hand and said, "Don't clone such a monster anymore. After we specialize in research, maybe this is a way to quickly increase our strength... It is strictly forbidden to leak relevant information to the orcs. Do you understand? I don't want a group of weird orc bastards to smash our spine with an axe... Gulons, what about that Shire?"

Gulons smiled: "I am very agile and have great potential. Well, he has a sense of disagreement with his identity, but that's because he has always received human education... I have confidence that he can change his views in the short term. When he and his companions see the great glory of our blood clan, he will transform and he will become our loyal tribe."

Philip nodded slowly: "So, show him a little bit of strength when needed, do you understand?"

Guluns nodded: "I won't let him underestimate our blood clan. I want to use the power of the blood clan to attract him..."

Philip sighed: "Then, the matter has been resolved successfully. There is no problem with the three candidates. Prince Philo. Let's fight for the remaining two... Yi Chen may be easily convinced by us, and if that Charles...if it really doesn't work, let me give him a little hypnosis."

The princes lowered their heads in fear. Prince Philip's hypnosis was to completely erase the terrifying power of a certain person's memory. No one dared to express a little disrespect for such power.

Of course, maybe there is, Durcula, who shook his head impatiently and muttered: "Damn brother, oh, God, I praise you...my Michelle baby... Oh my god...I'm going to London, but..."

With constant complaints, Durcula walked out of the hall staggeringly.
Chapter completed!