Chapter 472 What a broken plane, the windows can't be opened
Russell didn't move, and Amelia didn't say a word, just watching quietly. An alliance should have an attitude of alliance, and she didn't show her face, so how could she trust Russell.
Finally, Russell took off his hood to show his sincerity, revealing a confident and handsome face.
At first, he didn't show his true identity to prevent the human forces on the vampire side from targeting him and avoid unnecessary trouble. Now that he is cooperating with the vampire boss, there is no need to continue to hide his identity.
Amelia glanced at Russell twice, frowned and lowered her head, as if struggling with something, and said after a moment: "I will return to Europe in three days and leave an address. I will send someone to pick you up then."
Russell thought for a while and left an address close to the church. Amelia got the message and decisively disappeared into the night.
After the two separated, Russell left the amusement park alone, thinking about how to arrange this trip to Europe to easily complete the task.
Who can be won over and who are valuable?
After a while, Russell froze on the spot. At first he was thankful that Amelia had the ability to control herself and did not insist on deepening the alliance, thus avoiding the embarrassing situation of his rejection. But after thinking about it, it seemed that was not the case!
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"No, no, no, I must be overthinking it. A vampire is not an elf. She must not have confidence in herself, so she doesn't dare to talk to me!"
On the other side, Amelia returned to the vampire's lair in Los Angeles, counted the troops on hand, and refined the layout to think about strategies.
Now that she has decided to take action against the other two elders, she must be fully prepared. After all, although London is the base camp of the vampire, it is not within her sphere of influence. Every move must be treated with caution.
At the same time, she drew Russell's appearance and retrieved archives and biographical information.
According to the information, Russell is a very ordinary priest. He has no outstanding talents, but he has not made any big mistakes. His mediocrity can be said to be mediocre.
Not only the church's information, Amelia also retrieved Russell's birth certificate, school status, medical insurance, and even supermarket purchase lists, as well as traffic violation records.
A very detailed document shows from beginning to end that Russell was an ordinary person, born ordinary, living an ordinary life, and dying an ordinary person without any accidents.
There are as many such people as there are on earth!
Amelia flipped through it for a while and threw the information aside casually. She didn't need to read it anymore. This was a fake information, forged by the church to conceal Russell's true identity.
The two had fought against each other, and in her opinion, if Russell was really an ordinary person, the earth would be too dangerous, and vampires and werewolves would tremble even if they were together.
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Three days passed by in a flash. Russell spent the first two days eating, drinking and having fun in Los Angeles, maxing out his credit card worth US$1 million. On the last day, he returned to the church headquarters and waited for Amelia's people to pick him up.
At the door of the church, Russell looked like he was out walking his dog, wandering towards the appointed place, although there was no dog.
Sister Medellin was still sweeping the fallen leaves at the door, as if they would never be finished. Seeing Russell appear, she put the broom aside, handed over a cigarette, and the two began to smoke.
Russell did not refuse, and took the last Marlboro as a farewell to Sister Medellin.
"Child, are you leaving?"
Halfway through the cigarette, Sister Medellin suddenly spoke, which made Russell choke for a few times before he recovered: "What are you talking about? Who is leaving, is it Bishop Ian?"
Sister Medellin smiled and threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground. Russell subconsciously raised his foot to stamp it out. When he turned around, there was a cross necklace in front of him.
The necklace looks very dated, and the corners are polished to shine. Although it is a small ornament, it is also lifelike. On the cross hangs the suffering Jesus, with a ring of thorns on his head, and his facial features are clearly visible.
Russell was stunned and looked at Sister Medellin without knowing why. The latter smiled kindly: "Give it to the travelers who are far away, and the Lord will bring you good luck."
Russell showed an awkward and not polite smile: "Did you misunderstand something? I didn't intend to..."
Sister Medellin said nothing, put the cross necklace on Russell, took off the original one, picked up the broom and turned around to leave.
Russell looked at the old nun's leaving figure in bewilderment. It wasn't until she disappeared into the church that he grabbed the new necklace and left the church in confusion.
In the church, Sister Medellin knelt in front of the cross and prayed. After a moment, she opened her hands. The cross necklace she held in her palm, the one she took from Russell, turned white at the moment.
Sister Medellin opened her eyes, her golden pupils dimmed, and for a moment her majesty faded to ordinary: "Our Father in heaven, may all people hallow your name..."
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For immortal species, especially those with the ability to infect, it is not difficult to make money, so vampires are generally very rich.
The long lifespan makes each vampire knowledgeable and talented, with knowledge + connections. They have resources at hand that ordinary people can't imagine. They can start over even if they fail, so the ending is destined to be successful.
Even a lazy vampire can use his racial talents to make a fortune, learn the doctrine of usurpation, choose a billionaire to develop into a descendant, and then he can just lie back and enjoy the service of his subordinates.
As one of the three elders, Amelia is probably the richest woman in the world. Not to mention anything else, the private plane Russell flew on alone made him speechless.
The modern aircraft cabin is decorated in a classic European aristocratic style. Whether it is furniture or carpets, they are all handmade. The most valuable ones are a few oil paintings that Russell did not understand.
If you say you don’t understand it, in fact you haven’t seen it, or even heard of it.
In the cabin, Amelia was leaning on the sofa, drinking red wine and closing her eyes.
She wore a long black evening dress with a low-cut and slim-cut style. A crystal necklace hung on her slender neck. The gemstones hung down into the valley, and her delicate collarbones were exposed to the air. Under the support of the evening dress, her skin looked even fairer.
Across the coffee table, Russell sat opposite her. His body was limp as if he had no bones, and he was sunk into the sofa.
In terms of temperament, these two people are not compatible at all.
Russell also thinks so. The fate between him and Amelia is only possible because of his good looks.
"You are actually a human being..."
After a brief moment of calm, Amelia raised her thin lips and her eyes rested on Russell, which was incredible.
"Don't underestimate the talents of human beings. Whether they are vampires or werewolves, they are already a thing of the past..." Russell paused and smiled: "It can be seen from the decoration on the plane that humans are addicted to steel, but you are still
Living in the Middle Ages.”
Amelia did not refute and put down the red wine glass: "I have never underestimated human talent, but I know that one hundred years is not enough for human beings to fully realize their talent."
"That makes sense!"
Amelia swayed, came to sit next to Russell, and said seductively: "How about it, do you want to get eternal life?"
"I want to, but I definitely can't be a vampire. There are too many weaknesses."
Russell said, pointing to the sealed wall, saying that it was an airplane but it didn't even have a window. He wanted to open the window to get some air!
"For eternal life, you have to pay some price..."
As she spoke, Amelia lowered her head and slowly leaned in with her red lips.
"Ah sneeze——"
Russell sneezed, scratched his nose, and apologized: "Sorry, I'm allergic to your perfume."
Amelia had a strange look on her face, stood up and took two steps away from Russell: "What... did you eat before getting on the plane?"
“Oysters!”
Russell showed an expression of endless aftertaste: "Los Angeles is a coastal city. There is a seafood restaurant where you can eat oysters to your heart's content. What surprised me the most was their garlic sauce. It tasted great and made me eat a pound!"
Amelia's face was livid, she sat back with a cold face, picked up the red wine and drank it all.
It was no pity for Russell that he couldn't make a date with the sex that was delivered to his door, especially after he found out that he was in the world of "Underworld" and the vampire beauty was blacklisted by him.
If I remember correctly, vampires in this world can obtain each other's memories by sucking blood.
Russell never intended to share his memories with anyone, not even Supergirl, let alone Amelia.