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633 Difficulty 1

Taking care of a strange man who has never met before but is unconscious on the road, let alone two young girls.

This is undoubtedly a fantasy under any circumstances, but it did happen.

Perhaps there was something wrong with Alisa when she saw the man for the first time, and her sympathy was activated like never before. Perhaps it was Aisharo's absolute confidence in her own strength that she didn't care what a thin homeless man could do.

Her intention was to pull him back and throw him some random food, and then let him rest under the eaves in a windless place for a night, which would be the greatest favor.

But no matter what, the two of them definitely took this man back.

Very weird.

When Aisharo came back to her senses, she was sitting in her kitchen, watching the man lying on the table and eating hungrily with her sister.

"It looks like he is starving..." Alisha whispered to her sister. The two sisters sat side by side, both of them speechless.

"What's going on?" Aisharo glanced at his sister, completely confused as to how he allowed this dirty homeless man to enter his home and then sit and eat carelessly.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality." The tramp bowed his head sincerely to express his thanks, with a smile on his face. Judging from his temperament, he didn't look like a tramp at all, but looked like a polite British gentleman.

"My name is Brother Pu. I'm sorry for disturbing your lives. I'll leave right away." The homeless man said politely that he would leave immediately.

"Mr. General, you are not a tramp, right?" Arisa was interested in this guy with a good temperament and a good talk. At the age of sixteen, she was very curious now, and she felt that there was something certain about this gentleman.

There is an unknown story, and my curiosity is even stronger for a while.

"Can you tell us about your past? Judging from your speech and behavior, you should have been a well-educated person, right?"

Aishaluo hesitated to speak. She always felt that there was something abnormal about this person.

"I'm sorry, there is something natural about me that attracts you. This is my negligence, and it is also our... our clan's self-protection ability..." The monk smiled bitterly, "I am now in a very big situation.

In the midst of the trouble, the best way is to leave immediately, otherwise I'm afraid it will cause you a lot of trouble."

"My sister is very powerful!" Arisa has seen the strong side of her sister. It is a trivial matter to seize a white blade with bare hands. There is also a lot of experience in dealing with firearms head-on. Aishaluo has been trained by the White Phoenix elite.

She is a master and a genius in her own right. Even an average person with a gun is far from her opponent.

"Don't say that. There are many people who are better than me. Uncle Thomas's Gallon is better than me." She had heard that Gallon also practiced fighting every day, and she had seen him sparring. She was definitely not Gallon.

Garen's opponent, in terms of fighting and fighting, Garen's strength reached an extremely professional level.

"But sister is indeed very powerful." Arisa opened her eyes wide.

"I think I should go." Brother Pu suddenly stood up. Only then did the two of them notice that his accent had a strong British accent.

The monk was wearing a tattered gray cloth jacket, jeans and shoes, all of which were gray and black, and only their original white bottoms could be vaguely seen.

He quickly walked to the kitchen window, gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked outside. The faint sound of a car engine approaching could be heard outside.

"Coming."

"Is someone trying to do something against you? Mr. Puxiu." Aisharo saw that his nervousness was not a fake, "Do you need to call the police? The mayor's police sergeant is also an acquaintance of ours."

"It's useless even if the police come..." Brother Pu smiled bitterly, "It's too late, I'll leave first. Thank you for the dinner."

He quickly walked to the window on the other side of the kitchen and opened the curtains. With a slight jump, he flew out of the window and disappeared in an instant.

The two sisters behind thought they were dazzled. Alisha rubbed her eyes and looked again, but still found no sign of the monk.

"Don't think about it." Aishaluo had experienced strong winds and waves and quickly calmed down. She thought of the many supernatural phenomena in the rumors and suddenly became vigilant.

She walked over and quickly closed the window and drew the curtains.

"Go and wash up and go to bed. Just pretend that we have never seen this monk before."

Arisha had been on the run with her sister for several years, so she naturally understood the importance. She nodded obediently and didn't ask any more questions.

After washing up with their own thoughts, the two sisters quietly went back to their room to fall asleep. However, the figure of Mr. Brother General still lingered in their minds.

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"Raphael, another vampire has come in."

In a basement in the town, two young women were standing behind Raphael, watching her quietly reviewing some documents on the table. The candlelight flickered, constantly emitting a layer of pale golden aperture, and the light emitted by this layer of aperture

The halo just wrapped around the three of them, no more, no less, forming a strange spherical space.

"Which camp is it from?" Raphael picked up a document and asked casually.

"There are people from the Ming Party and the Secret Party." A black woman with many pigtails replied in a low voice.

"Are they the ones who are after the Blood of the Red Moon?" Raphael frowned, suddenly feeling very troubled. "Grandma told me that the battle between the two parties has now reached a fever pitch, and we cannot get involved rashly."

"Then we let the Vampires run around in the town? This is against our rules." Another white woman complained. Her brother was once sucked to death by the Vampire Secret Party, so after she became a witch, she had no idea about the Vampire Secret Party.

The Party is hated as never before and has always been a supporter of the hawkish attitude towards the Blood Clan Secret Party.

"This matter is not a trivial matter." Raphael turned his face sideways, his long golden hair shining brightly in the candlelight. "There is a blood clan of the Red Moon. As long as there is one alive, the death disciple Red Moon will not die, so it must be

Only by killing all the vampires with the blood of the Dead Apostles can the existence of Red Moon be completely eradicated. At this point, it is impossible for the Secret Party to retreat, especially now that their strength has greatly increased and they have two Dead Apostles.

"

"It is impossible for them to compromise, so once we refuse, it may trigger a war. This is not something I, the regional leader, can make the decision."

Raphael stopped talking.

"Inform them of our rules. As long as they don't cause serious damage, we can tolerate it. Otherwise, in order to survive, we will go to war. This is our bottom line."

"clear."

The two women left the circle of light and walked out of the basement with different expressions.

Raphael turned around and looked ahead in the darkness.

"grandmother."

It was pitch black there, and in the black shadow, an old woman sitting in a metal wheelchair slowly emerged.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, her face was covered with wrinkles like tree bark, but her eyes were very young, like the eyes of a teenage girl, clear and pure, as blue as the sea.

"Your decision is correct." The old woman nodded and said, "We cannot get involved in the blood civil war. This is an abnormal storm, an unprecedented huge storm, which may very well determine the pattern of the world in the future. Before the Mother of Lions expressed her position,

, none of us can take any action that crosses the line."

"What revelation does the Mother of Lions have?" Raphael asked.

"All the people in charge have not contacted her. The prophecy tells us that we still need to wait." The old woman replied in a low voice. "Don't be impulsive before you break through and reach the upper level of a witch. Your talent is the strongest I have ever seen.

The big ones are also the ones most promising to break through to the top."

Raphael nodded silently.

Many of their regional leaders, especially those in the fringe areas, are at the mid-level witch level, which means they are about the same strength as the mid-level vampires. This sounds weak, but it is actually normal and not generally powerful.

Generally, most of the vampires who appear in battles are vampires. How much these cannon fodder are produced does not matter to the vampires, and the consumption is very small. But the real vampires are much rarer. They are powerful and noble, and because of their small number, they all live their lives.

Living a leisurely and wealthy life, they will not reveal their identity easily. They are more integrated into human life and enjoy life.

They have long lives and strong power. Many of them are high-ranking officials with respected status. No one is willing to give up such a comfortable life. This is why the Ming Party vampires far exceed the Camarilla vampires. Who would want to live a peaceful life?

But, go and fight and kill?

Therefore, 90% of those who are actually active outside are vampires. Occasionally, there will be conflicts between lower-level vampires to control and restrain witches.

In such an environment, a mid-level witch is an extremely powerful power.

Most witches can generally only reach the level of apprentice, and those with better qualifications can reach the lower level. This level means the ability to deal with lower-level vampires. It is already a level of extraordinary power.

Such witches, at most one in a hundred, are considered to be the backbone of the fighting force. And it will take a long time to accumulate strength.

And Raphael is only twenty years old now, and has already reached the peak of the mid-level witch, and has mastered the powerful witchcraft of the Grandor witch clan, and is unanimously praised and respected by the witch leaders in other regions. The title of Will of the Sun is not given in vain.

, but obtained through actual test battles.

"I understand." Raphael nodded.

The old woman nodded with satisfaction, and her figure disappeared into the darkness again.

Raphael was left alone to meditate silently.

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United States, Virginia,

11:22 a.m. the next day

On the road between Baika City, Zhouzhou City and Grando

In a white state and city bus bound for Glendo.

The people in the car were drowsy, and most of them were dozing in the gentle sunshine.

Gallon sat on his seat and looked at the plains, roads, vehicles, and occasional travelers on motorcycles that kept passing by outside the window.

After getting off the plane, he transferred directly. After several transfers, he finally boarded a tourist bus full of people going to Glendo. Although it was a bit slow, it was direct and a lot less troublesome.

He still held the ancient scroll in his hand, but his mind was not on it. (To be continued...)


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