The Security Council Must Give an Explanation

The Black King might be a bit strange.

But…

Lake Edwin?

Whether it was S.H.I.E.L.D., or Hydra, or the current Alexander Corvinus, they all believed that Lake Edwin was, at most, a warrior whose combat power stood at the pinnacle of humanity.

As his subordinate nodded in agreement and prepared to turn and leave, he stopped again, looking at Alexander Corvinus, "Sir, what about this Black King?"

Alexander looked up at his subordinate, and after a moment of silence, said, "You go out first and arrange this matter."

The subordinate nodded and turned to leave.

After a while.

Alexander Corvinus left his position, walked over to a bookshelf, pressed a button, and then walked in, arriving at the secret room hidden behind the study.

Inside the room.

Michael Corvin, whose head was constantly transforming from a human head to a golden wolf head, over and over again, was looking in the mirror with disbelief in his eyes.

Alexander Corvinus coughed.

Michael Corvin snapped back to attention.

Alexander Corvinus grabbed the remote and turned on the room’s monitor, playing the video conversation he had already heard once. After it ended, he said to Michael, "Someone is plotting against us, child."

Michael Corvin thought of the man’s cold conversation he had heard before he fainted, and the man’s power, and couldn’t help but shiver. Then, he thought of the process of being continuously bled on the operating table, and infinite fear and pain flashed in his eyes, along with a spark of anger ignited by that fear and pain.

Clang!

Alexander Corvinus threw the large and small prison keys onto the table: "Someone wants to exterminate us, child, I need your help."

He was just an ordinary person who could live forever.

But Michael Corvin was different. His blood flowed within him, and when he was bitten by Lucian, although Lucian gained neutralizing power through it, Michael also gained Lucian’s power.

Moreover, Michael’s power was even greater than Lucian’s.

"In this prison, Emilia and Viktor sealed my second son, your elder, William, the Progenitor Werewolf, within this prison. Find him, and we will have the power of revenge."

"…"

Michael Corvin looked at the large and small prison keys on the table and listened to Alexander Corvinus’s words, nodding.

He didn’t ask anything else.

In a sense, Michael Corvin, like that wasteful Xiaobai Wesley, belonged to the lower class. The difference was that Wesley became arrogant after gaining power, while Michael Corvin accepted his life’s circumstances in a short period and quickly found his goal.

That goal was revenge.

This was also reasonable. After all, Michael Corvin was a doctor. In terms of his education, Michael Corvin’s intelligence completely surpassed that wasteful Xiaobai.

Soon.

A helicopter took off from the helipad on the ship, rapidly heading towards the secret prison where William was held.

Alexander Corvinus, who considered himself God, naturally knew where William was imprisoned, and he also knew the consequences of releasing William.

But…

His son was dead. If he couldn’t even avenge this, then what kind of God was he?

Immortal Castle.

At this moment.

After a two-hour train journey, the train carrying Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanov slowly stopped at the foot of Immortal Castle.

"You two!"

Selena, still dressed in leather, got off the train and gestured to Coulson and Natasha behind her, her expression calm and her tone cold: "Please!"

Coulson and Natasha both looked up.

In the afterglow of the sunset, Immortal Castle, nestled on the mountainside, emitted a golden light. The massive Immortal Castle blended perfectly with the rocks, and coupled with the towering trees nearby, it made it impossible for outsiders to detect.

In the sunset.

On the mountain road, vampire maids walked by one after another.

Coulson and Natasha exchanged glances. A question had been in their minds since they saw Selena.

Weren’t they told…

that vampires couldn’t walk in the sunlight?

Even the sunset was still sunlight, so why weren’t Selena and these maids who appeared vampires?

At first, Coulson and Natasha thought so.

But…

One maid seemed to find climbing the stairs after reaching the end troublesome. Directly under the gaze of Coulson and Natasha, she bent her knees and, with a whoosh, seemed to fly to another set of stairs five meters higher.

Coulson and Natasha: "…"

Selena looked at the two who had stopped again behind her and frowned: "You two?"

Coulson and Natasha quickly regained their senses.

They slowly ascended the mountain path, a winding stone trail resembling a dragon.

Natasha was silent for a moment before speaking to Serena, "Ms. Serena, aren’t all vampires supposed to…"

"Fear the sun?"

"…"

Serena directly interrupted Natasha, glancing back before turning her back to Natasha again. "We are different from other vampires. Vampires fear the sun, but we are not vampires; we are the Immortal Bloodline."

Natasha: "…"

A characteristic of vampires is their fear of sunlight. Furthermore, when vampires bite someone, there’s a ninety percent chance the victim will also turn into a vampire, and they have a fondness for fresh blood.

However, Serena possessed none of these vampire traits.

Naturally.

Serena, along with the thirty-two vampire council members, were no longer so-called vampires.

They were the Immortal Bloodline!

They possessed the advantages of vampires while also being able to freely control their bloodlust and decide whether to kill or transform people into vampires according to their own will.

With the proclamation of Emilia as the Immortal Queen, a new hierarchical structure emerged. At the very top was the Immortal Queen Emilia, with the Immortal Bloodline beneath her, assisting the Queen in her rule. Those vampires who hadn’t evolved were the so-called ruled class.

Half an hour later.

Coulson and Natasha arrived at the Immortal Castle. Facing the castle directly, they felt as if they had stepped into a medieval royal castle.

However…

Upon entering.

The eleven chasms in the vast square immediately captured Coulson and Natasha’s attention. Emilia hadn’t bothered to find anyone to repair them, leaving them there as a warning to other bloodlines and vampires that they lacked the power to resist the Immortal Royal Family.

"Serena?"

"Katherine."

Little Cotton-padded Jacket Katherine emerged from a nearby corridor and addressed Serena, "I sensed your presence in the back garden, and two humans. Who are they?"

This must be the daughter of the Black King and the Immortal Queen.

Natasha and Coulson exchanged a glance.

Serena said, "These two are from the Human Security Council, here to pay their respects to the Queen."

Katherine let out an "Oh," and said, "Then I won’t bother you. Will you be coming to the back garden later?"

Serena nodded, "Okay."

After glancing at Natasha and Coulson, Katherine let out a whoosh and disappeared before their eyes.

In the study.

Serena led Coulson and Natasha to the study door amidst the gazes of various vampire maids. She knocked, received a response, pushed the door open, and knelt on one knee before Emilia, who was reading in the study, saying, "Queen."

Emilia looked up at Coulson and Natasha, who had followed Serena in and were hesitating whether to follow suit. She smiled, stood up, and gestured to the guest sofas nearby, saying, "Please, sit."

Coulson and Natasha breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her.

Emilia said to Serena, "You may leave first."

Serena nodded and turned to leave.

The study door closed.

"Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov."

After sitting down, Emilia looked at Coulson and Natasha, who were seated on the opposite sofa, and stated their names, "Correct?"

Coulson and Natasha looked surprised but quickly recovered and nodded.

Clearing her throat.

Coulson said to Emilia, "Immortal Queen, the Security Council is concerned about the events happening here, so they have sent us to meet with you and to inquire whether the Supernatural Protocol from years ago will continue to be honored."

Emilia smiled and said, "We have no interest in interfering with the functioning of human society. It will be the same as before, provided that human organizations do not interfere in our world."

Coulson revealed a slight smile. "Immortal Queen, the Security Council still hopes to sign a non-aggression pact with the Immortal Royal Family."

Emilia replied, "Under normal circumstances, I agree to sign."

Normal circumstances?

Coulson caught the keyword and frowned, "Has something gone wrong?"

Emilia smiled, "Of course, but the problem is not on our side."

As she finished speaking.

A maid pushed the door open and entered with a laptop.

Emilia nodded.

The maid directly selected play.

The conversation between Coulson, Natasha, and Nick Fury appeared in the study with perfect clarity.

Coulson and Natasha immediately exchanged glances, both of them showing a flicker of shock.

This…

How was this possible?

They had used S.H.I.E.L.D. satellites for their communication. How could their conversation have been leaked? How could this have happened?

There was only one possibility.

There was a traitor within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Emilia stood up and looked at Coulson and Natasha. "I’ve already sent a copy of this audio to the Security Council. I will investigate this matter. You can leave now; I’ll sign when the Security Council gives me an explanation."

Coulson and Natasha: "…"

It’s the end of the month, how about a monthly ticket!