The fog was thick again, and the golden walls outside the Harvest Church lacked the nourishment of sunlight and couldn't help but look darker.
Emlyn held the puppet wearing an armored stomach in his hand, and looked back at the church door from time to time. The vampire's good vision allowed him to catch a glimpse of Bishop Utravski standing behind the door.
"I never thought you could really beat the priest."
The sound of the carriage's wheels colliding with the ground was getting closer and closer. Emlyn, who had changed into a priest's uniform, was still a little uncomfortable with the tight feeling brought by the formal suit. He pulled the collar with his index finger and looked at the much silent detective beside him.
"I just used some extraordinary items, and Bishop Utravsky himself suppressed the evil thoughts in his heart."
Klein waved slightly and got into the carriage first, then turned his head and asked Emlyn:
"Where does your family live? Your parents didn't tell me the detailed address."
I'm afraid they never thought that you would need to send me back in person... Caressing the doll in his hands, Emlyn hesitated for a moment as he felt the coldness of the simulated mini armor and stomach.
Not to mention that he didn't know the details of this Detective Moriarty, even if the other person was really just a private detective who was paid to do things, but he also happened to be a wild Extraordinary.
But according to the vampire's custom, how could he casually tell outsiders his address?
"You don't want to waste the commission fee and go home by yourself, do you?"
Seeing Klein suddenly frowning and holding his cane, Emlyn shuddered subconsciously.
Although he said he relied on the sealed artifact, he did help the priest get rid of his evil side...
When I think about the day when I accidentally entered the Harvest Church and was stuffed into the ground by Bishop Utravers like a chicken in the hands of the Loen butcher, I could hardly see the red moon. I had to wait until I had to submit to the humiliation before I could recite the Holy Mother Goddess under false pretenses. Taking the opportunity to confess to his ancestor, Emlyn only weighed it for a few seconds before telling his home address without hesitation.
"No. 48, Hewan Avenue, South District of Daqiao."
Bridge South District?
When he heard about this familiar neighborhood, Klein couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The descendants of the Abraham family live in the south area of the bridge, and the extraordinary people who are suspected of being of the "devil" path also live there.
Could it be that the south area of Daqiao is a gathering place for extraordinary people?
Why is the concentration so high?
However, I don't know whether it was due to the side effects of the extraordinary items or Crane's own intentional control. He did not show his thoughts on his face. He just repeated the address and urged the coachman to hurry up.
With his hands folded on the head of the staff, Klein glanced at Emlyn, who was silent and focused on the puppet, and said deliberately:
"Did you find this key on Verdy Street in the South District of the Bridge?"
As he spoke, he shook the key he received from Bishop Utrafus.
Emlyn glanced distractedly, and slowly stopped stroking the doll with his hands. He was a little confused by Klein's statement that the possible original owner of this key lived not far from him.
He took a deep breath that was imperceptible, his scarlet eyes were slightly blank, and he responded with a guilty conscience:
"Of course not. I caught a thief trying to open the warehouse in the hospital, and then I found this key from his hand."
Unexpectedly, he was not fooled... Klein shook his head with some pity, and was immediately attracted by the details mentioned in the other party's words, and couldn't help but look at the dignified Emlyn with strange eyes.
"Why...why are you right in front of the hospital warehouse?"
I... Holding the doll in his hand, Emlyn's face suddenly turned red, and his already pale skin was now almost only a patch of pink.
"As a vampire, I naturally cannot be like those artificial vampires slandered by you humans, who randomly find people to suck blood."
"I, I just went to the hospital blood bank to find some fresh blood, and I happened to meet a thief who was trying to steal it."
So depressed that you need to go to the hospital blood bank to find food?
Klein didn't pay attention to the other party's previous self-defense, but instead wanted to laugh.
This image of a vampire was indeed different from the image he had heard in the Nighthawks' information and in common legends.
"Then how do you usually collect blood?"
Klein said slightly curiously.
He is really curious about how extraordinary races like the Vampires live in this mature society where the laws are basically complete and there are official extraordinary people who are always fighting against them.
"Just like the 'pharmacist' formula that the priest gave you just now, every member of our vampire family is a more outstanding 'pharmacist'." When topics related to his own species were mentioned, Emlyn's tone unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
Much higher.
"Just like my father, he is a doctor of medicine recognized by all humans. We usually collect blood by treating patients and collecting corresponding rewards."
In other words, when seeing a doctor, they take advantage of those people who do not understand medicine, use "bloodletting therapy", and blatantly collect blood.
Klein automatically translated Emlyn's words into more essential operations, and couldn't help but find that these vampires were more harmless than he thought, and could even be said to be more beneficial to the people than most doctors.
But this still depends on the result of the divination... The coin in Klein's palm was tossed and fell, spinning slowly and falling flat regardless of Emlyn's strange gaze.
Right side up.
Emlyn actually didn't lie at all.
Klein sighed slowly. Emlyn on the side saw that there were no questions to ask him again, and he went to make up for the missed time with the doll again.
"By the way, how much do you know about the Abraham family?"
Playing with the ancient key in his palm, Klein suddenly remembered that the vampires around him must also be part of a group that has experienced a long history, and maybe they happen to know a lot of history that Klein was unaware of.
"Abraham?" Emlyn's movements stagnated for a moment, and a flash of panic flashed in his eyes.
He repeated the last name and asked cautiously:
"Where did you learn that last name?"
Seeing his rare caution, Klein's lips curled up with difficulty.
"I heard that this is a great and ancient family that can even be traced back to the Third Age, which is older than most existing organizations."
"This is all those people's bragging. The Vampires are the oldest race and collective!" Emlyn raised his head, and his right hand even left the doll for the first time and raised it in front of him.
"The Abraham family is just a great nobleman of the Fourth Age. Even their titles are transplanted in imitation of our aristocracy."
Klein's smile became even deeper and he said calmly:
"So, they are indeed a powerful family in the Fourth Age?"
Emlyn waved his hand dismissively. He was about to belittle this surname that he had only seen a few times in ethnic information, but found that he knew very little about Abraham, and only knew a little about this family in the Fourth Age.
There is a powerful angel, and he has a certain connection with the "mysterious god" who has the same pattern recorded in the classics.
He pursed his lips, opened them again, and finally said with a smile:
"No matter what the great nobles are, they are not as important as the vampire clan in the Fourth Age."
"You know, the Queen of the Night Emperor was the Queen of our Blood Tribe at that time!"
The queen of the blood clan is the wife of the Night Emperor?
Hearing this unheard-of secret, Klein couldn't help but stop playing with the key.
Unlike the kings of the current continental countries, the emperors of the Fourth Age are all true gods of sequence zero.
At their point, setting up a queen was definitely not for the purpose of procreating future generations.
The War of the Four Emperors was actually a divine war initiated by the four true gods and their angels, as well as the King of Angels... Klein quickly contacted the information he already had, trying to discover the reason for the Night Emperor's marriage to the Blood Clan at that time.
.
The "Black Emperor" is at odds with the "Secret", the Blood Emperor killed the King of Angels under the True Creator, and the God of Death is at odds with the gods of the Northern Continent. It seems that only the Night Emperor is unknown and has never been heard of having any enemies.
However, during the Dual Archons period, the Blood Emperor had no choice but to kill the three "Red Angels" and contact them with the rituals and materials for becoming a god. It was just a desperate effort.
In addition to the return of the "Black Emperor", the marriage between the Night Emperor and the Blood Clan may also be an important reason...
Seeing that Klein remained silent, Emlyn straightened his back and reiterated:
"At that time, the Blood Moon Queen and the Night Emperor shared the throne together. This is a recognized fact in the Fourth Age."
"Sorry, I don't know much about the Night Emperor." Klein smiled slightly, and then looked out the window at the houses receding.
At the top of the isolated road sign, a line of small characters has been slightly worn away by the dust.
“Daqiao South District.”
............
Byam Islands, Blue Mountain Island.
The Black Death, which had lost contact with its captain for a long time, docked quietly at the rebel port, with its black sail hung uncharacteristically high on the mast.
Unlike before when some crew members and first mates wanted to sway and use the resistance forces to escape from the chaotic situation under Tracy who was rumored to be dead, at this moment on the Black Death, the once-ambitious pirates were silently wiping the deck.
Under the supervision of the maid beside him, supplies were transported from the rebel carriage.
Everyone deliberately lowered their heads, and no one dared to look in the direction of the captain's cabin.
"Are you still angry that these pirates treat you like a dead man?"
Catalina looked away from the document in her hand, her blue eyes flowing like water across Tracy who was standing in the middle of the captain's cabin without saying a word.
"Of course I won't be angry because of these idiots." Tracy quickly turned to the direction where her mother was sitting, and walked quickly and worriedly in front of the camp bed fixed at the four corners of the room.
Her usually heroic thin eyebrows were slightly lowered, and her blue eyes were full of worry. Tracy felt the heat on Yin Lian's forehead and took a deep breath.
"Yin Lian needs treatment now, can't we wait another two days to set sail?"
Catalina, who was sitting on the captain's chair, looked indifferently at her daughter, who was deeply in love, with an indifferent tone.
"Okay, but this ship also needs a new captain."
"The sect is in a critical period of cooperation. No matter what, someone needs to personally supervise the handover of trade transactions there."
She once again picked up the notebook that had been put aside just now, glanced at the beautiful handwriting on it, and frowned slightly.
"In the past few days when you were hiding from the limelight, you have already lost four boatloads of people."
"What do you want to do?" The palm of her hand left Yin Lian's tightened face, and Tracy, who was filled with resentment, was left powerless.
Forget it, this is also a kind of pain... Looking at her daughter who was willing to surrender, Catalina suddenly changed the plan she had secretly made in her heart and smiled sweetly.
"There are so many unnamed islands in the sea, aren't there?"
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