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Patrick Jason’s main entrance was suddenly opened, and a group of night-timers in black coats ran in.

Their look is alert and alert, as if they are facing an enemy of extreme horror.

Hey, hey, hey, a silver full body armor came in.

It gives people an unusually heavy feeling, and the details follow the old style, while the left shoulder is slanting down to the lower abdomen area, which is stained with a splash of dark red blood that cannot be cleaned, and then with the splashing red spots in the rest. It forms a very fascinating picture, like a unique and gorgeous decoration.

"An Soulist" Soest took a look at the pocket watch:

"Substitution."

The silver full-body armor stopped and raised his hand to pick up the visor, revealing the wearer inside. It was a handsome, handsome man.

"Leonard, the second floor master bedroom washroom, is ready for hot water, don't delay time, otherwise you can only return to the embrace of the goddess." Soest snorted.

"Yes, Captain Soest." Leonard Mitchell took off the heavy blood-stained silver armor with the help of the rest of the night.

He was not chilling in red gloves, did not hesitate, went straight to the second floor, and found a bathtub that was still steaming with white mist.

Brushing, Leonard quickly stripped off the clothes, lying in the hot water, and even the nose was not exposed.

His skin quickly became red, like cooked lobster, and the surface gradually became a scar of strange silver.

The silver streaks spread like a pure sword and spread out into the hot water.

In a dozen seconds, the white mist of the steam disappeared, and the hot water surface even condensed a thin and transparent ice floe!

Until the silver lines were all scattered, Leonard turned and sat up, panting.

He has a slight head, as if listening to something, then pressing down the voice:

"Old man, do you know the origin of ‘1–42’?”

There was a slightly old voice in his mind:

"You are getting more and more rude.

"I don't know the origins of that strange armor."

Waiting for Leonard to ask again, he snorted:

"But I probably recognized the owner of the blood."

"Who is it?" Leonard asked curiously.

The slightly old voice was low and said:

"An ancient **** before the Cataclysm."

............

Bridge South District, Rose Garden Street, Harvest Church.

When Klein stepped into the quiet prayer hall, he saw Father Uttraski and the vampire Emlin White. One after the other, sitting in a chair with one high and one short, hands and fingers touching, palms are empty, Put it in front of your nose.

This is the exclusive prayer posture of the Mother Earth Church.

At this moment, Emlin White was gentle and peaceful, and could not see the arrogance and troubles before.

Klein froze his mouth and silently drew a triangular emblem on his chest.

He randomly found a position to sit down and waited until the end of the prayer before he walked to Emlin White. He smiled and said:

"You are extraordinarily pious today."

"What?" Emlin woke up, his face palely saying, "What did I do, what I did..."

His voice is getting lower and it seems that he has already remembered what he has done.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing." Klein comforted the other with a convincing discourse, and immediately sat next to the vampire.

"I don't want to hear people say this, although I feel that there is less and less resistance..." Emlin blackened his face with a slightly screaming voice. "But I don't want to betray the moon!" ”

Klein didn't continue the topic of making the vampire sad, just ask:

"Do you worship the blood of the primitive moon, or a **** on behalf of the moon? Or, can the two be equal?"

"Everything." Emlin lifted his chin slightly. "For the orthodox blood family, of course, the **** who believes in the moon. He is called Lilith, the ancestor of our blood family, an ancient god, and human beings. The blood family is more inclined to worship the original moon. Under normal circumstances, the two can be equal, but sometimes they do not overlap and differ."

"Human became a blood family?" Klein was not surprised that Emlin White could tell Lilith, the name of the Second Age, and instead cares about the so-called human race.

Is this the sequence of "vampires" that Mr. Azick mentioned? He thought silently.

Emlin's expression is a bit more complicated:

"Yes, there are two kinds, one is transformed from the first generation of the powerful blood, and the other becomes the enemy, and the latter is the enemy we hate most."

"Why?" Klein vaguely guessed the answer.

Emlin gnawed his teeth and replied:

"The main material of their potions is our blood source."

Sure enough... Klein couldn’t help but look up and down and looked at Emlin.

Emlin, who was a little bit nervous about him, snorted:

"You are already an extraordinary person, you can't change the way!"

I was only the first time I saw walking, no, alive, no, extraordinary material that can be spoken... However, in a sense, every human being is also such a material... Klein originally wanted to I was arrogant in my heart, but there was a strong sorrow.

At this time, Emlin looked at the Utravsky bishop who was carefully wiping the emblem of life, and suppressed the voice:

"I found two materials you want."

"What is it?" Klein did not hide his joy.

Emlin responded fluently:

"Thousands of hunters have different brain pituitary bodies and their blood. The asking price of the other is 2,000 pounds for the former and 300 pounds for 100 milliliters for the latter, for a total of 2,300 pounds."

2300... Klein blurted out:

"can you reduce the price?"

After getting back the bail, he currently has a total of 2,185 pounds in cash.

For the middle class, this is already quite ample deposit, and some may have spent so much money in their lifetime, but Klein found that this is not enough...

"No, if it weren't for me, he would have wanted 2,800 pounds. According to the agreement, you have to pay me an extra 150 pounds, for a total of 2,450 pounds." Emlin shook his head.

Looking at Klein’s expression, he made a quick addition:

"In this era, dragons are rare and rare. In addition to the long blood races, it is difficult for you to find similar extraordinary materials elsewhere. Even if there are, it will be more expensive than this."

It’s still 265 pounds... I’ve worked so hard for so much money, I’m about to empty it all, and it’s not enough... I hope that Mr.’s “down man” will sell the extraordinary features of “Werewolf” as soon as possible... The characteristics of the shadow and the hair of the deep sea Naga will not be much cheaper than this... The small "sun" is still unable to determine the situation, and it is necessary to keep it for a while, he owes me a reward, it is best to use the remover to remove the magical item. The method of spiritual pollution to pay back, this is more concealed... Kline’s thoughts are very bright, and only the light outside the window is faint.

He took a deep breath:

"it is good.

"But after a delay in the transaction, I recently provoked a guy who is being protected by the official extraordinary. You should not want the seller to be closed to the bottom of the church?"

And I have to collect the rest of the money... Klein leaned his head and looked at the dome of the church.

"Official extraordinary?" Emlin White was shocked and stood up, looking around.

Klein gave him a look:

"Don't care, you are now the priest of the Mother Earth Church, have a legal identity, and the Utravsky Lord Church shelters you."

"I am not..." Emlin's denial was extremely weak.

He sat down again and wondered:

“Can those official extraordinary people solve the psychological implications of this question?”

"Maybe." Klein almost laughed. "But then, you will become a goddess of the night god, the **** of steam and machinery, the believer of the storm, and of course you can choose to become a special department of the military. Members, they may send you to spy abroad, seduce which noble lady."

"I only like dolls and pure and beautiful girls!" Emlin immediately stressed.

I can see that you have a little bit of movement, but only a little... Klein turned and asked:

"Do you know the people of the Beria family? In Beckland."

"Beria? The madman family that worships the devil? No, they are demons themselves!" Emlin snorted. "What are you looking for?"

Klein has no choice but to:

"I am offended by one of them, Patrick Jason Beria, because of a serial killing.

"You help me in your circle to find out about his recent whereabouts and acquaintances. If there is any exact information, I will pay you, depending on the importance of the information."

Of course, this can be reimbursed for the night, the heart of the machine and the military... Klein thought freely.

Emlin nodded thoughtfully:

"You dare to provoke a real demon.

"When you have his exact message, he will know that you will cause serious harm to him."

"It doesn't matter, I have the protection of the official extraordinary." Klein did not care to answer.

Emlin was speechless for a while, after a few seconds:

"Well, I will try it. The message is paid at least 20 pounds."

After finalizing this, Klein did not stop and got up and walked to the church door.

He is full of questions about how to get together.

"Magician" Miss's new book has been published, there should be a lot of money to pay for the bottom of the book, followed by royalties, maybe she can sell her 'Astrology' potion formula, but her "Master of the Master" potion materials are I haven't got it yet... Miss "Justice" joined the psychological alchemy club, and I have no formula to sell to her, selling knowledge?

The extraordinary character of "Werewolf" is also like a thousand two hundred and three hundred pounds, and may be even lower... Is it necessary to produce a magical item? Or find a way to make Emlin White a "fool" believer, to receive dedication at the expense of removing psychological cues...

By the way, Jason Beria carries a lot of cash, jewellery and precious metals. If you can find him, maybe you can get a share!

Between the thoughts, Klein walked out of the church and saw the dim sky and the thin mist.

He sighed one voice:

"Lack of money..."

............

Back to Minsk Street, Klein took a thick stack of newspapers and walked into the bathroom, posing for a long-term war.

He is going to go over the fog and use Jason's handkerchief to divinate the other's whereabouts!