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Chapter 22 Rejection

"oh?"

Li Ang casually raised his legs, squeezed the handle of the teacup easily and comfortably, and took a sip of the clear and transparent black tea, "I have always been very curious and never thought I knew too much.

To be precise, the only thing that troubles me in the world is probably the only thing that is 'unknown' left."

He put the teacup back on the porcelain plate, picked up a piece of English scone made of cereal, and applied a layer of strawberry jam and cream to it with a knife surface. He took a bite of the snack on his own as if he hadn't seen those blood clans with long and narrow fangs exposed.

Li Ang, an ordinary person, acted in such a arrogant attitude in front of the blood clan, which was naturally beyond everyone's expectations.

It's not their fault. The American government ordered SHIELD to block specific information about the Tower of Babel incident in New York at the first time, and some more sensitive images did not spread.

The blood elites hesitated a little, while Prime Minister Rachel Ross sat on a chair and covered his facial expression with a teacup.

The slight sound of chewing scones rang in the reception room, and Li Ang looked at the strange atmosphere inside with great interest.

The British civil servant system has five major characteristics: professionalism, such as planning, standardization, impersonalization and technicalization; it has four major advantages: rigorousness, rationality, stability and universality, and is considered to be a model and model for the construction of civil servant system in various countries around the world.

These British civil servants not only have to assume the responsibility of providing necessary consultations to ministers, but also are responsible for implementing and even formulating policies. The average reign of ministers in various ministries is 15 months, and during these 15 months they will also devote most of their energy to important matters such as "inspection of constituencies, hooking up with the media, pleasing the people, smearing competitors, and striving for re-electing."

This led to the dilemma of being unable to separate the British ministers and could only act as clay figures that nodded and automatically stamped, and the specific responsibility for handling government affairs fell on civil servants.

As they grow older, these civil servants have more information, knowledge and experience, and their voices have become stronger and stronger, and they can even directly expose the ministers on the table.

The Labor Party and the Conservative Party took turns to rule, and the Prime Minister and Ministers changed in a similar manner. However, those who were truly unchanged and who controlled the state machine of the British Empire would always be civil servants who lived in seclusion behind the scenes.

Sir Humphrey Applebill, who became the secretary of the cabinet, is the embodiment of this huge bureaucracy.

He was extremely tall, with a little silver thread mixed between his brown curly hair, and an introverted Oxford accent - which was related to the Department of Classical Literature at Bailey College, Oxford University where he graduated.

"Mr. Li Ang, since you already know the existence of the blood clan."

After a brief hesitation, Sir Applebill immediately used his talents as the leader of the British Empire.

In a slow gentleman tone, he said up and down: "Then you should know that Britain is the blood clan of the United Kingdom, and Europe is the blood clan of the Europe.

On this land, we don’t want discordant noises to appear, especially when it comes to our past noises.”

Sir Applebill did not intend to fight each other from the beginning. Not to mention how magical and realistic it is to silence a billionaire at No. 10 Downing Street. The blood clan itself is relatively gentle to the upper elites.

If you climb to the high positions of various countries, you don’t have to worry that the vampire that was attacked by the Holy See can maintain a vigorous momentum, rather than being self-congratulated and gradually shrinking like the wizards who are also god-blooded groups, is because the elders of the thirteen clans of the vampire deeply understand the rapid development of human society.

These dark races who came out of the ancient castle of evil spirits have long absorbed elites from human society.

Any European elite who can gain a high status in the business, politics and culture will receive an invitation, an invitation from the blood clan when their lifespan is about to come to an end.

Through the ritual of first-class support, the Vampire will transform the old elite into a new Vampire, give them a second life, and make them contribute to the prosperity of the Vampire during their lifetime.

Over the past few hundred years, the blood clan has accumulated many truly immortal elites through this method.

Family inheritance and marriage have built an unbreakable bridge between the blood clan and the upper class of human society.

Therefore, the blood clan is quite generous to those who truly recognize them - Li Ang, who founded the meme company, is very honored to be divided into the "elite" class, and is the kind of talent who can be "unified".

Unfortunately, the falling flowers are willing to follow the flowing water, and the flowing water has no desire to fallen flowers.

Li Ang really admires these blood clans who have worked hard for population development, but he has never believed in bloodline theory and elite theory. He scoffed at the theory of blood clans and said indifferently: "Are you threatening me?"

"Not a threat, just a suggestion."

Sir Humphrey Applebill smiled and said, "We don't know where your genetic map plan is going, but we hope you can terminate all experiments as soon as possible. If possible, it's better to hand over all relevant information to us.

Of course, we will give corresponding rewards.”

"Uh...repay?"

After eating all the scones on the porcelain plate, Li Ang took a sip of the Keemun black tea to swallow it himself, "Sorry, wealth is just a number for me, and power is just a boring and empty game for me.

According to Masno's hierarchy of needs, I am in the stage of satisfying my self-realization needs, and there are too few things that can make me feel happy."

"You are right."

Sir Humphrey Applebill nodded happily. As the elite leader behind the scenes who control the state machine of the British Empire, he has never been to any country or region in the world? It can be said that he is knowledgeable and experienced in many battles and finds the lines to deal with it in minutes.

"But, great people like you will also face an inescapable problem, life span."

The Secretary-General of the Cabinet frowned and said in a solemn tone, "I have seen too many romantic figures who are old and old, and are gradually shrinking and have few energy and intelligence left.

Their decaying bodies can no longer bear the heavy thoughts, and can only walk towards the grave step by step.

However, as long as you voluntarily become a blood clan and complete the sublimation of the essence of life in the first ceremony, all troubles will disappear. I promise you..."

Li Ang waved his hand, interrupting the lobbying of the other party's desire to transform him into a blood clan, and said calmly: "A person's life should be spent like this: When he looks back on the past, he will not regret wasting his years, nor will he be ashamed of doing nothing.

In this way, when he was dying, he could say: ‘My whole life and all my energy have been dedicated to the most magnificent cause in the world – to fight for the liberation of all mankind.’

Compared with this magnificent and magnificent bride that burns oneself for the pure ideal, what is the blood clan who drags the inhuman twists his body, survives, leads beasts to eat people, and has a lot of thoughts about flies?

It’s just a bunch of historical dust that should have been in the garbage dump for a long time.”

Li Ang's ridicule was still sharp, and the blood clans were stunned. The reception room was silent like death. Even Prime Minister Rachel Ross couldn't help but sway the teacup.
Chapter completed!
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