149.Chapter 149 – Ranqi has seen all of the Blood Clan’s old secrets

Chapter 149 – Ranchi has seen all of the Blood Race’s old secrets

Late at night in the second floor bedroom of Lichtenstein Castle, it was so quiet that you could only hear the subtle sound of the breeze passing through the ancient window frames.

The moonlight outside the window seeped into the room, spreading over the ancient carpets and furniture and casting a cold silver light.

The atmosphere of the room was taut and filled with mystery in every corner.

“Your Highness Alexia, please calm down first, we can talk slowly.”

Ranchi’s words were still as calm as ever.

Huberian, who was sitting on the side, although she hadn’t said anything until the beginning, at this moment, she also froze like a dead machine, and she stared straight ahead with her eyes open and looked sideways at Ranchi.

She originally only hoped that Ranch could ask for some information about the Kriegian Empire that might have something to do with Duke Migaiya, and she rubbed her nose in it from the side.

She didn’t expect Ranchi to shake out such a big hole in just a few words!
Just now, when Ranqi said that the Kriegian Empire would die in front of the royal daughter, Huberian almost went to stop Ranqi.

What Hubert Leanne never expected was.

Look at Alexia’s reaction.

Is it really right?

Where on earth did he …… know about such things! As well as! How much did he himself know about the hidden secrets of the Krewe of the Krewe of the Krewe of the Krewe of the Krewe of the Krewe Empire!
Huberian was overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

She felt both joy at Ranch’s overly surreal dependability, confusion as to why exactly Ranch knew everything, and a hint of dreamlike unreality.

At the very moment when Ranchi was the only one of the three people in this room who remained calm, the Royal Daughter of Alexia finally sat down in her chair in a daze once again.

Although she didn’t know what kind of hidden secrets Ranchi had, she couldn’t turn a deaf ear to his words anymore.

“Is it the Third Patriarch, Duke Rachael, the Seventh Patriarch, Marquis Heritier, or the Eighth Patriarch, Marquis Somerset, who is now in control of the Krizan Empire?”

Ranchi asked when he saw that the Imperial Daughter Alexia had once again focused her mind.

He was all about an openness and honesty.

There were many details, and there were still days of things to talk about in detail over the next few days.

For now it was just a matter of getting the intel he cared about most as fast as possible.

“?”

However, the Imperial Daughter Alexia wore a puzzled expression, clearly not having heard of the names Ranchi had mentioned.

“Just a moment.”

Ranchi thought that his true name was incredibly important to the Blood Clan, and naturally, he would not reveal his true name in the empire.

Someone like him who was able to report the true names of the Thirteen Patriarchs as dish names, if the Patriarchs were to learn of it, they would probably come to fight for his life at the first opportunity.

Ranchi and Huberian exchanged a few words and left the bedroom alone, following the route he had long been familiar with to the library on the second floor of the same castle, the dim stone brick walkway stretched out under his feet, and soon he arrived at this library with plenty of paper and pens.

In a drawer in a corner of the library he found paper and pencils, then sat down at the largest writing desk in the center.

The light was soft and dim, the scent of old books filled the air with the sediment of history, and he was the only one quietly here in a place that seemed to have been forgotten by the years.

Ranch began to draw the portraits of the three Bloods on the paper.

Fingers moved gently on the paper, the sound of pencil rubbing against paper echoed in the empty library.

In his memory, the highest combatants of the Blood Clan that had awakened in the timeline just before the main story should only be these three.

Next up was the Marquis of Bernhard, the Ninth Patriarch.

And then if the plot goes “smoothly” and the Blood Race finds and unseals the Second Ancestor, Prince of the Blood Race, and the First Ancestor, True King of the Blood Race, then there will be hope that the Bad World of the Blood Moon can be recreated. Ranqi did not intentionally draw, just let the brush flow with the memory, scribbling lines began to gradually emerge on the paper outline, although the drawing is casual, but his strokes simple and clear, as if there is a kind of magic, so that the characters on the paper came to life.

After about ten minutes, he finally finished three sketches.

Ranqi immediately stood up, took the three sheets of paper pages, and went back to bedroom 201 along the long corridor that was full of traces of age.

Pushing the door open, he quickly walked back to the long table.

“These three guys, they are the originators of the Blood Race, and the culprits behind the erosion of the Krewe’s Empire.”

Ranchi placed the painted portraits one by one in front of the royal daughter of Alexia.

They were a androgynous and clean-cut teenager, a stern young man, and a cold young woman.

However.

The moment she saw these three paintings, Alexia, who had already calmed down, was plunged into a nightmare as if she was in a nightmare, and her expression became incomparably terrified.

Huberian’s line of sight folded back and forth between the face of the royal daughter Alexia and the paintings in surprise.

It was the first time she had seen a painting drawn by Ranchi’s own hands.

Even though they were just three scribbled portraits drawn by hand.

But even the Royal Daughter of Alexia herself didn’t realize that each of these overly evocative paintings was like a miracle, as if it had overly triggered Alexia’s fear from her soul, making her feel as if she had seen the Blood Patriarch with her own eyes!
“…… him, them.”

Alexia’s voice trembled.

She couldn’t comprehend how anyone could understand the crisis of their Kriegsmarine Empire to this extent!
The one she feared the most was the young man whom Ranchi had called the Marquis of Somerset, the Eighth Patriarch, who was now the Minister of Defense of their Kriegsmarine Empire.

She had also seen the 7th Patriarch, Marquis Heritier, at the Imperial Palace.

But Alexia knew that an eighth-ranked Marquis alone could not erode the empire.

There must be another terrifying Blood Clan she hadn’t realized was deeper, an existence of a higher order.

And she couldn’t for the life of her find out where that guy was.

It wasn’t until everything corresponded with what Ranch had just said and drawn that she finally knew the answer.

The real man behind the scenes, the Third Originator Duke Rachael – clearly he looked like a freshman in the Krewe of Krewe Royal Academy, gentle and friendly, with absolutely no difference between him and a normal human being to be seen.

How dare Ranch say that this guy was a Blood Duke?
Suffocating fear gripped Alexia’s entire body, causing her to cover her chest in a near-collapse, tears about to spill out.

She had never imagined that a Blood Duke would be playing the world so close to her, playing everyone for a fool.

Even she, who thought she was the closest to the truth, saw only the surface.

So was there any salvation for this empire?

“……”

Ranch raised his hand, and the Great Love Poet mentally removed himself from his summoned state.

At this moment, if the Great Love Poet was allowed to remain, I’m afraid that the Imperial Daughter of Alexia would no longer be able to think or converse properly.

“Sorry …… I’ve tried my best to scribble in the drawing.”

He still didn’t expect that these three paintings alone had given the Alexia Imperial Daughter such a great mental shock.

(End of chapter)