This ti, Serey paused for a mont, then let out a laugh in a very stiff manner.
"Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Serey’s laugh sounded like a cold robot.
Just as he was about to continue making that botherso noise, Bologue cut to the chase and spoke bluntly.
"The Regent King, I encountered the Regent King."
The laughter abruptly stopped.
When Bologue’s vision cleared again, he had already been carried out of Serey’s bedroom, his arms and legs hanging limply. He looked up to see Serey, carrying him like cargo under his arm, striding quickly down the corridor.
Bologue felt quite calm about this. By now, he had grouped the undead and lunatics together. Even if Serey started running wildly like a gorilla while screeching, Bologue wouldn’t be surprised.
"Regent King! Regent King!"
Serey screeched, his pace quickening to a near run.
"So what exactly is going on?"
Serey stood behind the bar, poured Bologue a glass of orange juice, and listened to his amiable questioning. It was only at this mont that Bologue felt everything had returned to normal.
"More than that, I’m more curious, was that your true self just now?"
Bologue hit a nerve with Serey, recalling his deanor from a few minutes ago.
"Cold, taciturn... Thinking about it, this is what a Night Race prince should be like. The crazy side you often display seems more like a disguise to hide yourself, or perhaps a pacifier to numb yourself."
Bologue and Serey were quite similar, at least in Serey’s younger days.
The smile that Serey had painstakingly maintained froze, his expression settled down. This ti he took off the mask, along with much of his foolishness and stupidity.
At this mont, Serey truly looked like a dejected young gentleman, sighing helplessly, "It’s strange, you’re always very perceptive in this regard."
Bologue said, "I’m a professional."
"If you applied your professional skills elsewhere, you might have a completely different life," Serey smiled, "For instance, dealing with those won, you could see through their psychological flaws at a glance and play them like a fiddle."
"In matters of emotions, I think I have a psychological cleanliness. I can’t do such things, much less find joy in them."
Bologue firmly rejected, then added, "I believe emotions are sacred, and treating them in such a utilitarian way is aningless."
"Hmm? Sounds pretty good."
In this regard, Serey didn’t insist much. So people find joy in watching movies, others in punishing evil. Ultimately, everyone has different ways of taking pleasure, just as everyone has different ways of living.
"What about you?"
Bologue rembered the portraits of won on the bedroom wall.
"Was Olivia’s birth born out of true love, a calculating ambition, or simply an accident?"
Bologue rcilessly ridiculed Serey, "I reckon it was an accident. You have absolutely no sense of responsibility, let alone being a father."
This ti, Serey’s reaction was very calm. He wasn’t angry, nor did he say anything quirky to ease the atmosphere. He leaned on the bar with both hands, his face lowered, a sowhat wry smile forming.
"I think I have a pretty good sense of responsibility, for instance..."
"For instance, with each of your wives?" Bologue jested, "Do you even believe what you’re saying?"
Bologue took a sip of the orange juice. "If you truly had a sense of responsibility, you wouldn’t be hiding in the Undying Club but would go out to clean up the sses you left behind."
Serey was so cornered by Bologue’s words that he couldn’t lift his head. He wanted to retort, but the words were swallowed back down before they could leave his mouth.
"Serey, what was your ultimate goal in overthrowing the Eternal Night Empire back then?"
Bologue couldn’t help but ask. This was the ultimate mystery of the Dawn War and the catalyst of the Night Race’s rise. Bologue was so close to the truth since the architect was right in front of him, within reach.
But the truth was also so far away. Instinctively, Bologue knew that Serey wouldn’t say anything.
Serey whispered, "You definitely wouldn’t believe it."
"Say it anyway. Whether I believe it is my business."
Bologue began to enjoy this offensive, pressing step by step like an inquisitor through his words.
"Love and peace."
Fearing Bologue hadn’t heard clearly, Serey raised his head, showing an incredibly sincere smile, and repeated.
"For love and peace."
Bologue repeated, "For love and peace?"
Serey nodded again, "For love and peace."
This ti it was Bologue’s turn to fall silent. He drank up all the orange juice silently, his energy waning. Then he spoke.
"I encountered Olivia near the Undying Club, she was avoiding the pursuit of the Regent King. I guess Olivia’s plan was to seek refuge in the Undying Club if she couldn’t resist the Regent King."
Bologue didn’t hide anything, recounting his recent encounters.
"I got played by Olivia. I tried to track her but was discovered by the Regent King," Bologue glanced at Serey, "Maybe because the aura on Olivia and I is sowhat similar, the Regent King mistook for Olivia and captured using Secret Energy."
As the Daughter of Sere, Olivia’s blood aura resembles Sere’s, and within Bologue runs Sere’s blood, blood from a Night Race Lord, one of the few things that cannot be removed by the Ti Reversing Axis.
"I didn’t notice your battle," Serey said, puzzled.
"It’s the Regent King’s Secret Energy," Bologue explained, "His Secret Energy can create a localized Mirror World, where battles won’t cause any anomalies in the Material Realm."
Bologue thought for a mont, then added, "A very intriguing Secret Energy, but as a Seeker of Glory, I believe that the Regent King’s Secret Energy isn’t limited to that; it must have more effects that he didn’t use."
"You escaped from a Seeker of Glory?" Serey found it incredible.
"Not exactly an escape, more like he let go."
Talking about this, Bologue felt inexplicably absurd, "The Regent King is an exceptionally arrogant and neurotic fellow, fulfilling all my stereotypes of the undead."
"He said there was a Tier gap between us, so he made a rule close to fairness: if I held out in his hands until dawn, I would be the winner. I succeeded, so he conceded and let go."
As Bologue spoke, he observed the changes in Serey’s expression, "Olivia, as the only remaining Night Race after the Dawn War, aside from you, I guess was born through Olivia’s Blood Donation, aning... after the Dawn War, Olivia bypassed the Dawn Oath to create a new batch of Night Race, and the Regent King is the most powerful among them."
"As for now, it’s obvious Olivia has lost control over this new Night Race, even allowing the Regent King to seize power. Now, the new Night Race led by the Regent King, the Rebellious Royal Court, is hunting Olivia, needing her Pure Blood to create more High Tier Night Race."
It was ti for the veil to be lifted, so Bologue straightforwardly asked.
"What will you do, Serey, sit back and watch all this happen?"
Serey didn’t respond, rely kept drinking, and after a long sigh, he seed to co to a realization and spoke.
"I’ve retired, Bologue, truly retired."
With that, Serey stepped out from behind the bar, heading toward the stairs without looking back.
Watching his retreating figure, Bologue was inexplicably filled with anger, but there was nothing he could do but watch.
"What on earth has happened to you?"
Bologue couldn’t help but sigh, then repeated the absurd phrase.
"Love and peace."
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