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Chapter 562 Conditions for Joining

"Excuse me, new friend. I don't know if you have any important 'information' to say over our meal, but..."

The laughing witcher turned his head and put his palm heavily on Turing's shoulder:
"You can't sit here..."

"Of course he can sit here." Quinn looked at the other party coldly, "And you'd better put your hands elsewhere, if you don't want to be ripped off abruptly."

"..."

The witcher choked for a moment, and while muttering something, lowered his head and moved his hands away.

Turing turned a blind eye to the demon hunters who were obviously hostile around him, and looked directly at Quinn:

"Speak somewhere else?"

Quinn raised a finger to signal to be calm, stuffed the last piece of steak on the dinner plate into his mouth, and wiped it off:
"Walk."

Turing took a second look at the heroic eating that was completely inconsistent with his appearance, and the two got up and were about to leave the restaurant.But the witcher suddenly called out to Quinn again:
"Quinne, this is the new member you asked to be admitted into the rescue plan at the meeting? You want to take him to save Arzak? A black-haired newcomer?!"

But Quinn ignored him.

The witcher frowned suddenly, and clasped his fingers tightly on the wooden table:
"Arzak wouldn't want to see you get too close to a heretic."

Quinn's footsteps stopped.

She turned around slowly, the cold light in her eyes reflected the figure of the other party:
"Are you Arzak?"

After speaking, he took Turing away slowly, ignoring the reactions of several people.

Arzak?

"That seems to be the target we are about to rescue? Are you a couple?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Without turning her head, Quinn led Turing through the hall, up the creaking stairs, to the third floor of the branch of the Evil Breaking Alliance, and quietly leaned against the pillar.

"Arzak is the spiritual leader among us, and he has many followers. He is quite a good leader, but his followers always worry about various things for him. In their eyes, an excellent Only a huntress can be a good match for Arzac, and I seem to think that I should accept it."

"I respect Arzak, but most of his followers are guys with horse dung in their heads. And I only respect Arzak. Compared with lust and carnal yearning, I am better at and prefer Shred the flesh. Tell me now, your important information."

"Yesterday you said that you would let me join your rescue plan in the parliament." Turing was more concerned about Acracia than telling the witchers what happened yesterday.

Quinn drew out the jagged rapier at his waist, and glanced at the rune pattern on it.This seems to be her habitual action:
"No success."

Turing frowned.

"For the alliance, you were just an ordinary person before yesterday, even if you are extremely powerful. But a hunter is not a reckless man who fights monsters to his death, experience, and the control of runes are the most important Yes. Before you prove yourself, the League will make an exception to let newcomers join such an important operation, sorry."

She paused and continued: "At that time, I will bring back all the information about Acrasia. You don't have to worry about finding Acrasia. Don't think about going against the order of the alliance to follow up secretly. You will be punished."

"Maybe I just need a place where Arzak is held."

"That's even worse. If you alarm the bloodthirsty man, you will completely disrupt the whole plan, and you will enter the bloodthirsty man's lair alone, and you will die. Now you can tell me what you got when you went out yesterday, I hope it is not some Headache 'important' information..."

Quinn shook his head firmly, Turing thought for a while, and stopped insisting:

"A vampire elder died."

"What?" Quinn's eyes flashed coldly, "What did you say?"

"Yesterday I found five blood races near a church building. One of them was wearing a high-level bloodthirsty man's coat. He was a vampire elder and was at least three hundred years old. The five blood races gathered together to compete for a pool of suspicious blood. .The thing dripped on the floor at the church door, and it was fatally attractive to them. One of the elders of the Nosferatu clan drank it and turned into a monster, and then his whole body exploded."

Turing skipped the content and information related to himself, and told Quinn what happened last night, including the fact that a building collapsed. safari.It focuses on the death of Elder Nosferatu, the possible origin of Jack the Ripper, and the subtle disputes between the remaining four blood clans.

Originally, Quinn's eyes were full of suspicion, but as Turing's narration deepened, her gaze also became serious:
"Did you see the bell tower in the church you went to?"

"Yes." Of course Turing remembered the bell tower, the Gothic spire.Because that thing was directly crushed by him with gravity spine.

"To be honest, I doubted the authenticity of what you said at first, but..." Quinn paused, "That is a location of Big Ben Abbey in the South End of London, and I was notified just before dusk, The buildings there have completely collapsed."

She twisted her chin, stared at Turing, and paced back and forth in front of the fence on the stairs:
"And before dinner, we got another news... There was a turmoil in the Nosferatu clan, but it quickly subsided. The elder of the Bruch clan and one of the commanders of the blood clan army in London City, Kim Montreal, lost it Wings, he was punished by the church for destroying the bell tower of Big Ben Abbey, and the entire human bat clan was banned from flying for two weeks..."

"And now you tell me that you have seen all of this?"

Turing naturally knew about it in the first half, but he was a little surprised in the second half: "Kim Montreal?"

"You can tell the class of the bloodthirsty uniform, but you don't know Kim Montreal? That's what you call a strong man with long golden hair. The entire Bruch clan serves as the army of the Secret Party, and he is one of its commanders, He is also an elder who has lived for 200 years, and his rank is not low."

"The Bruch clan is more primitive than other clans. They advocate absolute power and loyalty to the secret party, but most of the rebels who break away from the secret party also come from them. These monsters are good at incarnation of bats and disguised as stone statues Most of the gargoyles in the legends are about them, so we usually refer to the vampires of this clan directly as 'gargoyles', or 'human bat clan'."

"Sounds like a very dangerous guy." Turing put the information in the file and nodded.

"Every kind of bloodthirsty person is dangerous. But what I'm more curious about is...how did you hide in the sidelines and see the end? They didn't even notice you." Quinn raised her eyebrows.

"That means I'm good at hiding." Turing shrugged. "Or maybe the passing safari is actually helping me secretly? After all, in his eyes, I'm just a commoner."

On the other hand, Quinn glanced at his neck, and didn't delve into the matter any further.

"Those gargoyles can't fly around the city, which means... this gives us more freedom, and the rescue of Arzak will be safer. If you really did this, Jules Si should give you honor and rewards. As for the other information you mentioned... we have to go to Jules. In short, if everything is true, the information you bring will earn you respect and rewards in the evil alliance."

"In that case, then I..."

"But this does not mean that your hunting experience is rich enough, but..." Quinn saw that Turing wanted to insist on joining the rescue plan, "I will try to apply to them again, but you have to be clear, life... It is your own, the world will not change anything because of your sacrifice, and so is Accrasia. You are lucky this time, not those five terrible blood elders found out, this is most likely the safari Taking care of you. But it doesn't mean you have such good luck every time."

Turing smiled: "Of course I know this very well. But I still have some doubts..."

"Let's talk as we walk, let's go find Jules." Quinn walked down the stairs, "As for that stalker...I will ask the demon hunters wandering in London for news about him."

……

Turing didn't know what happened after he left "Big Ben Abbey", but it was obvious that the gargoyle Kim Montreal who chased him took the blame for him, and the church's interference in the world was beyond the scope of Turing. The imagination of the spirit—

How do they make bloodthirsty people obedient, and really dare not go to the sky if they don't let them fly?

Quinn also explained this:

The church is an association independent of the three races. They have no interest in the war between the three races and never interfere with anything, but they have great authority.Whether it is the Evil Slayer Alliance or the Secret Party, they will avoid the chassis of any church, and the only exception seems to be the werewolves.

But Turing didn't know this. The bloodletting yesterday was equivalent to cheating two high-ranking elders of the bloodthirsty clan and weakening the strength of the rebel camp to a certain extent.

"good very good!"

In the official room of the branch president Jules, the mighty old man wearing a blindfold happily slapped the table twice, shaking the steam lamp on the table.

"The information you brought back is the best news I've heard in a while. Not only is it related to our rescue plan in Alzak, but the death of an elder of the Nosferatu clan can also serve as a saviour. We bring a certain advantage. Just a moment."

The long-coated hunter behind Jules' seat opened the window, and Jules took out a piece of letter paper and a quill to write quickly, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the crow's foot barrel that flew in from the window.

"Our black carrier pigeon friends will bring us good news, convey information and even give orders to those informants." Jules explained to Turing casually, and returned to his seat after releasing the crow at the window.

"In addition to these two pieces of good news, you also brought us the source of Jack the Ripper...the elder of the Rimmer clan, Sally Fraser. Although this piece of information has yet to be confirmed, it at least provides us with It's just the blood of the holy demon you mentioned..."

"The blood of the holy devil has not appeared in this world for decades. The last time I heard about such a thing, I was just a child."

It was an old man who spoke, older than Jules, very old.A thick white beard hangs on a face full of wrinkles and ravines, and a pair of small round glasses hang on the bridge of his nose.

He is Reed, the vice president of the branch, and the biggest quartermaster of the whole branch.

Translating his words is that he doesn't really believe Turing's words.

"I'm just telling the alliance what I heard, that's all..."

"But how do you explain it? You listened to their conversations next to five blood elders with dark vision, a keen sense of smell, and terrible hearing, and got detailed and accurate information. You even witnessed a safari and The battle of King Montreal? That destroyed a whole clock tower, the church tower. Even with a safari around, you can't be unscathed..."

"If you are doubting the race of the gray fox, then I can tell you clearly that he is human, no different from us, except that he has a different appearance and hair color, it's that simple." Quinn frowned and looked at the vice president. Long, looking unhappy.

"Enough of Reed, I believe him," Jules said, "and people from other chapters will help us find out if the information is true."

"I don't doubt whether a person's race is pure, I just guarantee the necessary caution." The vice president stared at Turing, raised his glasses, "A foreigner with black hair and black eyes who appeared suddenly , his existence is an ominous sign..."

"I've said enough!" Jules slammed his palm on the table, and the wooden table cracked a huge gap in an instant, "Those things preached by the church are eating your pedantic brain. It’s useless. What we have to do now is to rescue Arzak, find the Acracia that the hunters said, and then we can take back our world, it’s that simple!”

Vice President Reed did not speak again.

"Grey Fox, now you can go to replenish your clothing and supplies, and I will have someone prepare a set of excellent combat uniforms for you. After the information is confirmed, I will personally reward you. I hope you can give Humans do more to contribute..."

"I hope to exchange these rewards for a chance to join the rescue plan." Turing stepped forward.

Jules was silent for a few seconds, and was about to speak when Vice President Reed said:

"A reward is not a task, it's a reward. And letting a newcomer join the hunting team of the Longcoat Hunters is not a good thing for the plan, or for our companions. Jules, you know this very well. If he goes, he will die. You will not only harm him, but also our compatriots."

This time Jules did not refute Reid, but smiled apologetically: "I appreciate your jumping, really, Gray Fox. But you know, this is a very important plan."

It meant that he refused again, and Quinn didn't persuade him any more, because there was nothing wrong with Reed's words.

In their view, if an inexperienced newcomer joins them, it will not only be death, but also a drag on other members.

"I see." Turing nodded.

"It's good if you understand..."

"That is to say, as long as I show the same fighting level as that so-called 'Longcoat Hunter', you will let me join, right?"

Jules touched his chin: "You are right to say that, but..."

sonorous—

Turing broke free from [Reign of Chaos], and his bright silver claws reflected the twilight light outside the window:
"Then, I want to challenge that long-clothed hunter behind you."

(End of this chapter)