"General Long, how do you know..." Pedro felt a little clear about Belong's temperament. No one provoked Belong to kill people easily, so Pedro couldn't help but pluck his courage to ask the question he thought about all the way: "How do you know that I will be the ninth judge of the Death Parliament in the future?"

The Dark Holy See where Pedro is located is an affiliated unit under the Death Parliament. Pedro dreamed of becoming the ninth judge of the Death Parliament more than once. The nine judges of the Death Parliament are a carrot and a pit. Unless a carrot is pulled out, one can be planted in another. No matter which carrot is pulled out, the sorting of the radish will automatically rise. The newly planted radish is the ninth judge.

Beilong squinted his eyes and looked at him meaningfully: "Duke George is dead, aren't you the ninth judge?"

Yes! Pedro's eyes lit up. Duke George is the judge. If he dies, I will be the ninth...

No! Pedro quickly woke up: "General Long, but there are many people who have a chance than me..."

Beilong frowned: "Don't you want to be a judge?"

"Of course I've thought about it, I've thought about it for many years!" Pedro smiled bitterly and shook his head: "But there's no chance..."

"You didn't have a chance before, but now I'll create opportunities for you. You said that there are many people who have a chance than you!" Bei Long sneered, deliberately stimulating him with words: "The mud cannot be covered with the wall, what's the use of me to keep you?"

Create opportunities for me? The mud cannot be covered with walls? What is the use of keeping me? Could it be... General Long meant to be overwhelmed by me?

Pedro suddenly realized: Yes, yes! General Long wants to support his own people in the Death Council!

Think about it, China has now achieved its momentum, but to dominate the world, the Death Parliament is the biggest stumbling block. General Long and the world's largest country he is backed must want to kick away this stumbling block!

Suddenly, the flame of hope burned in Pedro's heart: Then I will have a great chance. With the support of the world's largest country, who can compete with me? I will be determined by this ninth judge!

Pedro kneeled down and licked Beilong excitedly: "I will seize the opportunity and live up to the general's high hopes!"

"I'm optimistic about you!" Beilong nodded with a smile. He didn't care whether Pedro would take office at all, but as long as Pedro fought, it would definitely cause internal struggles in the Death Parliament. Isn't it profitable for China to fight?

Pedro felt that his life had a future, so he couldn't help but cross his waist and completely forgot his identity as a prisoner...

They crossed the ocean and came to the Castle of Gramis in Scotland, an ancient castle built in 1372. The Normandy-style corner tower surrounded the classic Scottish towers. There are also splendid Italian and Dutch gardens outside the castle. The Duke of Crawford was once the owner of this place.

Duke Crawford left an indelible mark here. It is said that he likes to play cards with the devil during the Midnight Witch Demon Club on Saturday. In the castle caucus, people often hear the sound of ghosts playing cards. Therefore, Glamis Castle is known as the most haunted castle in Scotland. Shakespeare also got inspiration from the ghost legend here and wrote "Macbeth", one of the four major tragedies.

"I heard from the Archbishop of Cardinal that Duke George would sleep in the coffin of the cambridge when he was fine..."

Pedro introduced to Bellon: "It is said that the coffin was left by Duke Crawford, and it has incredible magic..."

Bei Long looked at the castle that had been around for more than 800 years, thinking: "This must be considered a world cultural heritage?"

Pedro said: "Of course, it's very famous and precious..."

"boom--"

Pedro's heart trembled violently twice. He stared at the Castle of Glamis, which had been bombarded halfway in front of him. The flying of Mars in the sky proved what it had encountered a second ago.

"Vajra Hand"!

Beilong moved his wrists and again shot a huge flame palm towards the Castle of Glamis!

"boom--"

Pedro looked at him in a frightened manner and didn't know what to say. He originally wanted to give advice to Beilong and quietly entered the village. He didn't want to shoot the gun, so he directly touched the catacomb to pick up the corpse. No, it was burning the corpse!

Wouldn't it be nice to burn a fire with the coffin while Duke George was sleeping unconscious?

But I didn't expect that Belong was so irritable that he demolished the house as soon as he arrived. He wanted to fight Duke George head-on!

Pedro was quite guilty of Duke George. Although he had never beaten, he knew that Duke George must be above him.

So now Pedro is in a panic and begins to wonder if it is the right choice to surrender to Belong.

"General, this..." Pedro tried to persuade Beron. What if Duke George was sleeping to death and had not woken up yet?

"You don't have to persuade me, I'm going to beat him in the world cultural heritage of Britain!" Beilong snorted coldly:

"When the Eight-Nation Alliance entered Yanjing and burned the Old Summer Palace, I never thought it was our world cultural heritage in China!"

"No, I didn't mean that..." Pedro was almost crying. If you continue to fight, Duke George will really wake up!

"Boom boom boom..."

Beilong didn't care about it, and a combination of punches made the Castle of Glamis into ruins!

As for whether Duke George wakes up or not, Belong doesn't care. Besides, he had known that Duke George would definitely wake up.

This has been verified in the end of the world. Vampires seem to have been sleeping for a hundred years at any time, but in fact they wake up when there is a turbulence. If they can really do whatever they want while they are unconscious, the vampires will not survive now and will have been sent to the institute for slices and research!

"Hulalala--"

Countless black bats the size of fists suddenly flew out of the ruins, and flew into the sky in a mess!

Suddenly, countless black bats rushed back to another place, and a white man with pale skin and beautiful appearance appeared in a flash. His long hair was combed with a small braid behind his head. He wore a black tuxedo and looked like a medieval hereditary nobleman.

His eyes, lips, and nails were all black. His two fangs bared their lips and their sharp edges were faintly flashing. Ten nails soared inch, they were pointed and long like awls. Two pairs of black wings were opened behind him, and the black smoke surrounding him seemed to be dark clouds covering the sunlight!

He is the Duke of George of the Blood Clan!
Chapter completed!