Chapter 624 You are truly my good son, Manfred


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  Chapter 624: You are really my good son. Manfred
  the giant snake disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

  The darkness dissipated from his eyes, and the dim light reflected in Manfred's eyes. He seemed to see a city in the sky, with endless dark clouds surrounding the circular palace. The design without a dome allowed him to intuitively feel the distance from the sky.

  A giant red crystal that is thirty meters high is inserted in the center of the circular palace. The ground is covered with murals of various four-winged dragons, accompanied by unknown words as explanations.

  Roughly speaking, the diameter of this palace is at least a thousand meters, an incredible area.

  And Imric, whose mind he wanted to control, was standing in front of the red crystal with his hands folded across his chest, seemingly waiting for a long time.

  When Imric saw the highly nervous Manfred, he couldn't help but feel ridiculous. He really didn't know if these vampires had brain convulsions, and they dared to do such things as mental invasion.

  However, if it were someone else, and they encountered a black magic master headed by Nagash, they might have no choice but to appoint him as a puppet, but unfortunately they encountered unreasonable people.

  After the disguise magic took effect, Manfred was really fooled. He was indeed the Earl of Sylvania who had both loyalty and filial piety and the brightest view of the overall situation. His courage was commendable.

  After finishing the taunting in his heart, Imric clapped his hands and sent a congratulatory message to Manfred,

  "Welcome to the ancient dragon city. I prefer to call it Fam Azra, a place that provides shelter for souls. Finally, Count of Sylvania - His Excellency von Carstein."

  "What do you mean?" Manfred felt that the last title had something to say. Although he nominally inherited Conrad's title, according to the According to the laws of the empire, the only person who can inherit the title of Count Otto is Vlad.

  A chair suddenly appeared from behind Imrik. He sat on it peacefully and replied calmly,

  "It's not interesting. I just suddenly wanted to see the warm scene of father and son getting together. For me, who regards his father as his whole life, For someone who is a role model, maybe the way you get along with your father can change my mind. Do you think so, Count Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, or the prince of Khemri? Vashanesh."

  In Manfred's disbelieving gaze, a man with pale long hair appeared from his shadow, wearing a blood ring on his finger, with eternal arrogance in his eyes, and a familiar face.

  It all means one thing, he is back.

  Vlad, who had escaped from the shadow of the Vampire, twisted his body, allowing his soul that had been bound for a long time to stretch, and took a few steps to the side with a natural expression, keeping a distance from Manfred.

  He stroked his nose, fearing that the important parts would turn into a severely vampiric and ugly appearance. After finding that he was as straight as ever, he felt quite satisfied, even his tone was a little surprised, "I prefer the name Vlad, Vasane.

  " Even now is the past, and there is no place for me in the desert."

  Imrik said with regret as if he suddenly realized,

  "That's such a pity, I thought that Nagash's legacy should be inherited by you, not by you. The barbarian next to you is from the empire."

  Vlad glanced at Manfred, who was still vigilant, and felt more and more disappointed. He had witnessed many behaviors of the blood descendants, but he did not expect that in the end there would be even a trace of Carstein's nobility. No inheritance.

  But due to his father's psychological influence, he still provided some excuses,
  "Birth does not determine whether you are noble or not, strength and will are the proof of being a king."

  Imrik clapped again. This is true, strength is. Wang proved that Vlad could be highly praised by many people, and eloquence was a key factor.

  "Then, does this blood descendant have proof that he is the king?" Vlad began to look at Manfred squarely this time. After a long stare, he chose to shake his head in denial, "

  He has some merits...but...not at all He is not a qualified ruler, is too greedy for power, but does not know how to maintain this power. Fear and conspiracy are means, not the end." "Enough!

  " Manfred finally couldn't bear it. They are all trying to surpass Vlad. In order to avoid the fate of their brother Conrad, they strictly monitor their mages to avoid any omissions and sudden rebellion during the war.

  But all of this is not worth mentioning in Vlad's eyes, and it seems that the result of his efforts is just clown behavior.

  "Your rule is too weak. The country of the dead does not need trivial authority and honor. It needs skeletons and wars to turn the whole world into a paradise for the silent!" Vlad, who was suddenly criticized by his son, did not want to explain too much

  . Stubbornness is one of the few inherited traits of Manfred, and the desire for power is rooted in every Carstein. This is a curse and a destiny.

  He drew his blood-drinking sword, but it was aimed at Imrik,

  "I'm sorry to let you see an unhappy father-son reunion, but as a father, you must do something for your children, otherwise Isabella will also Blame me for not fulfilling my obligations as a husband."

  Imrik leaned out half his body. Compared to Manfred, who was cautiously looking for opportunities for a possible breakthrough, Vlad always remained calm after appearing, seeming to have anticipated what was to come. fate, choose to accept it with great calmness.   "Even if the hope of resurrection is lost here and the soul is completely annihilated? You should know that crushing your two souls is as easy as crushing ants. This is

  my country, a position that no mortal can reach."

De showed a hint of relief and didn't care about this reality.

  "It's just looking for Isabella again. I really hope that after death, these two sons can save me some worry."

  Manfred seemed quite concerned at this time . Moved, his lips trembled slightly, and his eyes revealed a touch of respect,
  "Father..."

  Imrik seemed to have had enough of this scene of father and son gathering together, and snapped his fingers to stop the roaring storm in the sky.

  "It's a nice reunion between father and son, but I still give you a piece of information. How about you make a decision after listening to it?"

  Facing Vlad's doubts, Manfred's expression of disbelief, Imrik said Something that may be well known,
  "Your blood ring was stolen by your dearest son. Of course, it may be done just for research purposes. But who knows, after all, there is indeed some time during this time." By coincidence, the most important artifact was lost on the eve of the decisive battle, which happened to allow the empire to seize the opportunity to complete the reversal."

  Vlad's puzzled face became solemn, and he carefully recalled the scene before the decisive battle in Altdorf. As long as he defeated the High Priest of Sigmar William III , the emperor's throne is already owned.

  But all this disappeared when the blood ring was stolen. Furious, he ordered the entire army to attack, and finally died under a wooden stake together with William III.

  The disappearance of the ring, Manfred's performance in the siege...

  Vlad slowly pointed the sword edge at his dearest son, and his handsome face finally revealed a smile full of oppression,
  "You are really me My dear son, Manfred."

  (End of chapter)
 

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