However, there are still monsters scattered in the ruins of the city that have not been cleared up. Most of them are weak monsters, and there are many weird groups or weird leaders. Therefore, the law prohibiting leaving the camp at will is still in effect.
But in any case, the day will not be far away when residents can take a walk in the streets and gaze at the coast.
Becoming allies, Count Dracula's bat monsters join the camp, and the benefits of controlling the air are revealed: when clearing unknown neighborhoods, the Twisted Cultists know where the strange things exist and where to flee.
As a result, the number of monsters transported to the slaughterhouse increased greatly. Most of the harvested corpses were used by the Swamp Mother as fertilizer, and a few were distributed to bat monsters. They eat a lot of food, and they will even be unable to fly for three or four hours after eating. See you in front of Silent Hill
The queue that arrived was almost their entire number: sixteen adult bat monsters and one cub.
In the evening, at the dinner held at the Mother Marsh Villa, all allies gathered at the round table.
"Your Highness the Princess, time has never erased your beauty." Knowing the identity of the Mother of the Swamp, Count Dracula in the oil painting saluted her gracefully, and then talked about how he bewitched Silent Hill: "They are not very smart.
.I just lied to them that I was the originator of vampires and they believed me that I was a vampire, and they didn’t even think about why I couldn’t suck blood.”
"Why are you there?" Lu Li asked.
"You mean what happened after I was sold by you? That's a long story... Please wait a moment, I need a glass of red wine."
The maid carrying the red wine bottle filled the wine glass and pushed it in front of the painting of Count Dracula.
"That's not the case."
Count Dracula waved his hand and disappeared from the edge of the frame, followed by the sound of "pop" the cork being pulled out of the bottle and the "gurgling" sound of wine flowing.
Dracula, holding a glass of swaying wine, returned to the frame and began to speak slowly.
It is undoubtedly better at telling stories than Lu Li. The experiences it tells are magnificent, but it is just an ordinary story of being bought by an investigator to store the base, and then the base being stolen and stolen, and then being moved around and landed on a silent hill.
"Who would enter the investigator base and steal?" Swamp Mother asked.
"I don't know either. I was locked in a box and covered with gauze. But it was the last time of the old days as you call it. Chaos is normal."
Dracula didn't seem to have any resentment about being sold by Lu Li.
However, the topic reminded Lu Li and asked the Twisted Cult to clear out the investigator base and the Night Watch organization tomorrow.
There should be some useful information items left there.
At the end of the dinner, they talked about Count Dracula's arrangements. According to the treatment of allies, Dracula would have a mansion in the camp, or return to Silent Hill. But he did not want to return to that cold and damp place at all.
"See where I faded? It did too much damage to the painting!" Dracula complained about the harshness of Silent Hill: "You can hang me on the hall stairs."
"I don't want Lu Li to misunderstand." Swamp Mother rejected it.
Count Dracula wandered between Lu Li and the Swamp Mother in astonishment, and raised his glass of wine in admiration to signal to Lu Li.
Finally, it was arranged in a single-family mansion adjacent to the church. Because Count Dracula was just a painting and even moving it required help from others, two maids were sent to take care of Count Dracula and clean the house.
Lu Li left the courtyard and walked towards the agate lake reflecting the sparkling stars under the stars.
A dinner party was also going on in the brightly lit square in the distance. Residents grabbed barbecues and ale and reveled wantonly. Fireworks, fragrance and laughter floated from afar.
"Do you think Dracula is credible?" The voice of the Swamp Mother sounded in my mind.
"I have no idea."
Count Dracula did not attack the camp, and that incident proved to be a misunderstanding.
But it is always a joy to see old acquaintances.
Lu Li would do this, and Dracula should do the same.
The first night at Agate Lake Camp turned into a place of hope was spent in carnival.
A warm breeze blew into the hut through the closed windows.
Lu Li slowly woke up.
Opening the curtains, the still dazzling sunlight slanted into the wooden house and fell on the desk.
In the distance, shadows of people moved in the square, and residents were cleaning up the mess left last night.
The crown of thorns warmed by the sun stretched its branches lazily and climbed above Lu Li's head. Not long after, the mother of the swamp appeared on the other side of the lake.
Accompanied by Swamp Mother, Lu Li left the island in the middle of the lake and first came to Dracula's mansion. The building sounded like a castle, but it was just a single-family mansion. But Dracula liked it very much.
When they arrived, Dracula was instructing the maid to hang it on the wall opposite the stairs.
The dusty picture frame placed nearby indicated that it had previously hung there.
"It's a little crooked. The left side is raised... it's raising... the right side is raised... Okay, perfect!" Count Dracula paid attention to Lu Li and Swamp Mother who returned to the living room from the angle of the picture frame: "How does it look now?
Sample?"
"Very suitable."
Count Dracula drove two maids to clean the room and said: "I like this place, although it is a bit shabby. But it is too spacious. I need some residents to talk to me."
The maid saluted Lu Li and Swamp Mother, picked up the duster and broom and started cleaning the living room.
"Can."
After agreeing to Count Dracula, Lu Li left the dusty mansion and went to the lakeside mansion to tell the former knight team about Count Dracula's situation.
"Do you want us to live there?" Michael asked in a wet voice, "But we don't know how to get along with that Count Dracula."
They are the residents chosen by Lu Li for Count Dracula. It is weird and will pollute the sanity, and human residents cannot have too much contact with it.
"It talks a lot."
Dracula needed to chatter away his twenty years of loneliness, and that's what he did in the past two days.
Michael accepted the arrangement and headed to Dracula's mansion with his team.
While going to the slaughterhouse to harvest human beings, Lu Li encountered strange bat monsters falling from the sky clutching the dying creatures. They were not as majestic and sharp as the soaring eagles in the sky: their ferocious heads were as ugly and terrifying as gargoyles.
Swamp Mother is rated as not as good as her former servant Night Stalker, but it also has obvious advantages in size.
The body of the bat monster is enough to support two humans sitting on it. Maybe one day in the future, there will be a bat rider riding them.
After leaving the slaughterhouse, Lu Li and Swamp Mother walked through the newly reclaimed farmland.
Anne's shadow stretched out behind her, and buds sprouted from the soil around her.
"You're leaving, right?"
The Swamp Mother felt something.
"I have a contract with the Devil's Daughter. I must find Anna's whereabouts before going to hell for the appointment." Lu Li said.
For a long time to come, the Land of Hope will maintain its status quo and slowly change: residents gather in Agate Lake Camp, the port, and the industrial area, and old Belfast gradually turns into a garden until the day of real control comes.