There was no embarrassment. When the local vampire master was dragged from the third floor to the hall by two big cats, Marceau felt at first that even if the big cats were completely unreasonable, dragging this half-elf-like guy in a tuxedo all the way from the steps, it seemed that it would not damage this person's identity.

"I can smell the dead smell of this guy just by using my nose." Old Qido muttered behind his little master, not knowing whether he was talking to the cat or talking to his little master.

"Where did you come from?" Panny asked with a frown.

"I heard from Telshan's friends that you are here and hear the actions of the Garole's sharp ears. Our leader asked us to come and see if we should help." Big Cat replied respectfully.

"Thank you for your hard work." Speaking of which, the arrival of the big cats liberated the Garoles. Even if these big men waved silver-sucking punch nails, they were extremely terrible opponents. The cat cub didn't want to play any fist against such guys who could break the sound barrier and work more than half a ton of them. In theory, they were all dead, or they were originally a dead person.

"It is our glory to be able to serve you at Your Highness there." After the big cats said that, the big cat on the left of the vampire stretched out a hand to hold its neck, and picked up the vampire with the big cat of two meters, four meters, five meters, and half-elf, and the height of one meters, was exactly the size of a grandson. Looking at the man who was desperately snatching the big cat's fingers, he was not as calm as he had just stepped down the steps, Marceau couldn't help but raise his little hand: "That, it won't be pinched to death by you, right?"

Considering the unscientific combat power of Big Cats, this may really happen.

The two big cats looked at each other, and the empty-handed big cat dragged a chair from the side, and carried the vampire's big cat on his hand on the chair.

"What a rough foreigner! I have never seen such an uncultured thing!" Mr. Vampire's common phrase is very standard, and the big cats obviously understood it. The next second, a scraper from the big cat made the vampire's head rotate 180 degrees.

I'm so fucking. If it weren't for the vampire's physique, these guys would have killed this guy by the slaughter just now.

Another big cat twisted the vampire's head back with one hand in silence. Panny tilted his head throughout the whole process and watched everyone perform. When the vampire seemed to be ready to speak again, the one coughed dryly: "My subordinate said you have something to say. I don't want you to waste all of us at this time, put away your arrogance, or let me teach you what real arrogance is."

The vampire was stunned for a moment, then smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Panni raised his eyebrows, and the girl took out a musket from the gun bag at her waist and took out the bullet from the musket: "This is a bullet produced by the Audaran Arsenal, with a copper-lead-bottomed warhead, and a silver-infiltration treatment. Before the action, it had been soaked in the blessing holy water. Now I have a question, Mr. Vampire, what are your names, or what should I call you?"

"Pudala! A lady as noble as you can call me by her name for granted. Pudala is here to listen to your words!" Faced with the injury that is likely to be unable to face her face, it is likely to be hit by her knees, the noble Mr. Vampire seemed to abandon his integrity in an instant.

"Very good, Mr. Pudala, you look like a reasonable vampire, so the next question is, I suck you have very, very important information, I hope you are a good vampire who tells the truth, don't you?" Panny put the bullet back into the musket in his hand, and then looked at the vampire in front of him: "Hurry up and let the lady wait, it's not something a gentleman should do."

"Of course, of course, I am the housekeeper of this house. The guys you and your companions just killed have heard that they are from another small plane called Tianji. God knows where the country bastard came from. They actually slipped in when the master is not around. They kidnapped me! They also want to turn this house into their base of action! These damn country bumpkins!"

"What do they want to do?" Marceau asked.

"Shut up! I'm talking to this lady, are you going to interrupt?" The vampire showed her fangs to the cat.

Marceau smiled, and then took out the engineering wonder from his waist. The six-pack one-handed one-handed look like a toy from the appearance, but when Marceau put a 12-caliber universal shotgun in front of this guy, the cute Mr. Vampire immediately changed into the most standard commercial smile: "Of course I want to do a big deal in this plane! I heard that they seemed to want to kill a fool in the south of the city, but their accent was so strange, and I only heard a few names with weird pronunciations."

"Where is the name?" Penny asked.

"Valenko, Valenko Yagbodragic, sounds like a northern highlander." The vampire said this, as if he had thought of some new information: "By the way, they caught a guy yesterday, who was said to be Valenko's assistant."

"Where are people?" asked Marceau, then smelling the aroma of a pot of broth.

Everyone turned around and happened to see two big cats walking out of the basement with a pot.

"Wow, these guys' recipes are really extensive." Old Chido once again activated his complaining skills, and Marceau sniffed: "Just smelling meat, I know that this meat is going to die. They caught an old man?"

"Of course, because Varenko is already an old guy." The sound from outside the door made everyone turn their heads and look out the door again. What appeared in everyone's eyes was an old man who looked old but very energetic. He was wearing leather armor, muskets were inserted on his chest and waist, a short sword in his left hand and a short axe in his right hand. It seemed that Marceau looked at the pot again: "You seem to be late."

"Ah, I think it's not too late. We found a dying old man in the basement. The little guys are treating him. "After saying that the big cat carrying the pot said, he glanced at Marceau with a strange look: "How come you, a kitten, think that this meat is old?"

"This is intuition!" This is a bet on the honor of being a foodie. Do you guys understand it?

And the old man seemed to have heard the good news, and he smiled and sighed: "Thank God, I think this is the best news I have ever heard from you outsiders. My old Dawahiri is not dead, that's great."

Panny looked up and down enough the old man: "You are Varenko, are you?"

"Yes, Varenko, a witch hunter." After the old man said, he held the guy in his hand and hung it around his waist: "Can I take my old assistant away? He is too old, and I think he can't seem to be able to walk out of the basement alone."

"No, I think before this, can you explain the diary in my hand to us?" Panny raised the diary in his hand. Its appearance made the old man stunned. Marceau could see the memories and pain that flashed through the old man's eyes, as well as the silence and determination after all this disappeared.

"This used to be my diary, but I am no longer the Varenko in the diary. Can I return it to me?"

"I never force others to do anything, but do you know that the one around me is the descendant of Tidrela." After Panny handed over the diary to the old man, he asked him to introduce Marceau's identity.

Marceau could clearly feel the surprise in Varenko's eyes when Panny spoke Tidrela's offspring. The old man looked at Maceau and finally shook his head: "So what, Tidrela was in her boat and was crazy all day long with her crew. She was already out of myrology. Their state was not so much death, but rather a tragic soul imprisoned in the shell. I have nothing to say with this kitten."

"Then do you know who my father is?" asked Marceau.

Varenko was silent for a while, and finally shook her head: "I don't know, but I think it should be one of your mother's friends back then. But I'm old and can't remember. Half-elf has never been a long-lived species. Your mother said frankly that her stubbornness and stupidity are notorious in our circle."

"Yes, but I also want to know if there are other circles besides you guerrilla knights." Marceau continued his questioning, and Varenko continued to shake his head: "I forgot a lot about your mother, but fortunately I have always had the habit of writing diaries, and unfortunately my life makes it difficult for me to maintain my diary. Your descendant of Tidrela, as an old man, I want to tell you that some things, even if you see and hear with your own eyes, may not be true."

"Just like my mother, who was a sunken fish, was eventually assassinated by a subordinate of the guerrilla Knights and almost died of a life-threatening death?"

Faced with Marceau's problem, the old man nodded first, then shook his head: "Yes, but not."

"Why do you say that?" Marceau looked at the old man, wanting to know an answer, but to know the truth.

After a silence, Varenko finally spoke: "A long time ago, the guerrilla knights were the group of the large group leader, but mortals would grow old and die. Gradually, the guerrilla knights became everyone's group. You outsiders said that there is no faction within the group, and there are all kinds of strange things. Your mother is in one faction, which is the royal party, but the one who kills your mother is another faction."

"Aristocratic?" Marceau knew some of this kind of mess. To be honest, the IQ of the guy who thought the aborigines in this game was 25 was usually negative.

"No, no, no, the nobles have helped your mother in this matter, and the one who killed her was from the Liberal Faction." Speaking of this, Varenko lifted up his left arm and long sleeve, and showed the tattoo with the anchor and the seagull to everyone present: "This almost killed me because I am from the Liberal Faction."

"It's a miracle that you can live until now." To be honest, Marceau never thought that this person could survive. From Marceau's perspective, if Varenko really felt that there was something wrong with this matter, he would definitely tell members of his faction that he had discovered everything he discovered. The more he said, the more he was wrong. When someone knew something he shouldn't know, then he was not far from death.

"Yes, but I survived like this. I betrayed my Knights, killed the faction leader, wanted, and chased until the Anonymous proved my innocence." The old man was silent for a moment: "As a non-believer, there is nothing more embarrassing than this."

"Why do you want to be a person without faith?" Panny seemed a little curious.

"Because the Knights are my faith, but my faith has collapsed." After the old man said, he turned his head and looked in the direction of the basement: "Ah, Dawahiri, you are still alive."

"I almost died!" The old man who was helped by the big cat looked at the people in the hall: "Hey, when will the vampire house be so lively?" Speaking of this, the old man saw Mr. Pudala: "It's this blood-sucking sheet! Return my wallet to me!"

The cat was stunned. The vampire gentleman's transformation into a wallet thief caught everyone off guard, while the vampire Pudala was very bachelor. He saw the man spread his hands: "It seems like you don't spend money on food! If you hadn't sneaked in half a month ago and destroyed too many mechanisms and traps, the mansion would not have been rushed in by those country bumpkins! I didn't throw you to them, it was because you are a legend!"

"Bah! If my mother hadn't been a vampire, I would have believed it!" The old man retorted.

Looking at the two of them constantly whispering, Marso turned his head and looked at Varenko: "Is this the old assistant you are talking about who can't walk quickly?"

"Well, that's about it. Sometimes he will perform well." When Varenko said this, he looked like I didn't believe it.

Rolling his eyes, Marceau decided not to care about these guys. Anyway, he came here to help Panny do the task, and he left after the task. These two people? Let them talk to this fool vampire.

Just as the cat decided to leave, the lame old man who claimed to be half a vampire blood called out Marceau.

"Boy, I smell the blood money on you. Can you tell me how much blood money you have found?"

Hearing this, the cat who stopped asked back: "Why should I tell you?"

"Based on my experience as a first mate on that boat for three years," the old man said, while showing off his miniature silhouette tattoo of the Henan people flying on his chest: "Young Master, I wonder if you would like to give me such a chance to listen to the story."
Chapter completed!