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Chapter 587 The Traitor's Script

The heavy rune silver blew the roar that only belonged to super-large weapons, and the huge scythe shattered a cloud of blood arrows exuding a strange fragrance, splashing on the dining table beside it.

"The food has just been put on the table and you have to let the guests leave. This is not how the nobles treat guests..."

The keys were struck heavily, and the figure got up from behind the curtain, revealing his true face.

Under the pale golden shoulder-length hair is a sharp face, pale skin with a faint spell, the candlelight from top to bottom casts a pair of shadows under his protruding browbones, and the roses in the shadows The color of the eyes flickered.The blood-colored shawl was studded with golden emblems, and his leather boots stepped on the red carpet, and the abnormal sound in the air was several times thicker.

Ageless, even handsome enough.This bloodthirsty man was full of all fantasies about the older blood race, and the neat fangs and the undisguised malice in his eyes when he spoke represented the pure blood of the Remer clan.

"Duke Cholera."

With Father Harvest's hoarse voice revealing his identity as a blood race, everyone's breath was suffocated:
"...the frightening tales of the Isle of Doron..."

"Duke Cholera...?!"

"You must be fucking kidding me..."

Father Harvest, who realized that Quinn hadn't left, was about to scold him, but found that at some point, the entrance and exit of the entire hall were blocked by boiling blood.

"..."

Quinn was silent, the whip blade was unsheathed and turned into a stabbing sword and collided with the hilt of the sword. The tightened five fingers had already expressed her attitude, but Father Harvest didn't think so:

"Walk!!!"

Clang!
With an instant explosion, the huge scythe twisted its patterns and gears, and divided the rune silver that cast it into a long handle and a blade. The former broke through the bloody door on the side like lightning, while the two were held in the hands of Father Harvest. It hit a group of twisted and burst blood roses:

"Get out of here! This is a duke!"

This is an absolute ruler bloodthirsty. No matter whether Quinn is determined to fight or not, Father Harvest's followers have already grabbed her by the waist and rushed to the exit. The other demon hunters almost turned around and fled without even thinking about it.

"Wait! We can't leave..."

"He made a choice, then he can work it out."

"..."

That's right, this is the core lair of the bloodthirsty, and they are ready to face powerful enemies, but this is the Duke of Cholera!And more importantly... the other party seemed to know that he was waiting for someone to come? !
Quinn still wanted to struggle, but the subordinate's voice could not be refuted. The tacit understanding between them and Father Harvest was far beyond ordinary people, and the trust between them was by no means comparable to ordinary demon hunters.Wave after wave of accidents made Quinn's brain a little confused, and a deep sense of powerlessness emerged in his heart.

It seemed the whole plan was thrown into disarray when that door was opened.

After the subordinate took Quinn through the Blood Gate at an extremely fast speed, the other demon hunters who still had concerns completely gave up their hesitation and joined the escape, but not everyone was so lucky.

"Ahem... this is?!"

A hunter suddenly fell to the ground, coughed violently, and quickly turned into acute asthma, blood overflowed his eyes, and pieces of internal organs spewed out from his mouth.

"There's something in the air...they can go through the mask!"

Hunters fell one after another, drowning in their masks with blood and acute illness.The last person fell in front of the bloody door, watching the door slowly close in despair, and then was hit by a stream of blood on the spot, turning into pus and blood on the ground——

"stop!"

Clang!
The silver blade hit the blood rose, but there was a sound of gold and iron. The scattered blood burst out from the battle between the Harvest Priest and the Duke of Cholera, and the fragrant blood stained the exposed cheekbones of the Harvest Priest. eating away at his skin.

"Don't think about it."

"Is it worth it? Ansel. Even if you risk your life here to stop me, they are destined to be unable to save the person they want to save, and they are also destined to be unable to leave here... Is it worth it?"

Duke Cholera stood still naturally, the blood boiled like an extension of his body, and quickly assimilated the corpses of those hunters, surging a wave of blood.

He didn't care about the escape of Quinn and others.

"Worth it? Of course it's worth it."

Father Harvest stared blankly at the Duke of Cholera, letting the plague flowers composed of waves of blood dance wildly around his body for one second, two seconds.

A few seconds passed, neither of them moved, and then a smile appeared on Duke Cholera's face:
"Reminds me of certain times in my long life... when I studied opera for the stage. You just acted like a true hero, as the opera sings about it."

The blood-colored flowers turned into blood and scattered all over the ground. Their color gradually darkened, and they shrank into the feet of the Plague Duke like a shadow.

The long handle that pierced the blood-colored barrier whizzed back to the hands of Father Harvest. After being separated from the huge blade, it took on the shape of a hockey stick full of hooks. As the priest twisted the handle, it rejoined the blade together. turned into a scythe, and returned to his back:

"You killed seven people, which is different from what we said."

"Seven people?" The sneer tugged at the sharpened chin, "Even if a hunting team is composed of hunters, if they want to leave this hall, what they pay is not as simple as seven people... such a clumsy drama , if you can really deceive those hunters according to what you said, all I can think of is that their knowledge of us is so shallow that they don't even understand what it means to point a weapon made of rune silver at a duke..."

Father Harvest was silent, he couldn't find anything to refute.

"Attack but can't kill, let them go but can't be too easy... For you creatures that can kill with a look, you don't know how much I have paid. Acting is much more tiring than eating..."

"A look?"

Father Harvest pierced Duke Cholera with sharp eyes, and the latter smiled:
"Relax, Father. For a far-sighted eater like you... well, collaborator, our conversation should not be too heavy. If possible, I am also very willing to avenge the seven humans who have killed countless of my compatriots." In condolences, right? Take a seat, as a matter of fact . . . these are real food on the table, and this is a real dinner."

Father Harvest glanced at the "food" that had been doused with thick blood on the table, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes: "I have done as you ordered, when will I see...Aklaci Ya?"

"I know you are eager to find that answer, but believe me, the blood race has no need to deceive you. Part of the legend has become a fact, and the future of this country will only belong to the blood race. When that moment comes, you are naturally entitled to see Our future true ancestor."

Sure enough...

Ansel didn't have too many fluctuations in his heart. After cooperating with the blood race for so long, he has basically determined that it is not a simple matter for him to want to meet the rumored Accrasia. How bloodthirsty are fighting among themselves Seriously, leaving aside the royalists of the secret party, it is only said that the rebel party is full of contradictions, not to mention that he is a demon hunter.

Looking at the fellow hunters who had been completely reduced to blood, he was muttering something, as if he was praying.

The legends are true, but the witchers don't know the whole story.When he knew the complete part, he knew that there was little hope. Humans and demon hunters were never the protagonists in this war, so he made a choice for the future of the human race.

He is not the first, nor the last.

But the topic of Duke Cholera didn't seem to be over yet, which brought Ansel's attention back to his eyes:
"Father, to be honest, I already trust you very much, but..."

The blood race looked towards the corner of the hall, and the rosy eyes gradually became sharper:

"You didn't tell me that there are demon hunters who are so proficient in blood technology."

Father Harvest frowned: "I don't understand what you mean."

Blood gushed out and turned into thick spikes that penetrated the side wall of the hall. Duke Cholera frowned.

"What I mean is... there was a mouse hiding in the wall of our institution just now, and eavesdropped on the conversation between you and me."

"In the wall?"

"Those metal walls made by our family are changeable. Although they are precise, the gaps and the occupied area are enough for mice and bugs to hide in them. Regular cleaning is a very expensive thing. I usually don't work on such things. Go up and do it yourself, um..." Duke Cholera licked his fingers, his frown deepened, but soon relaxed, "He is now heading down. Obviously, this will make our plan unnecessary. Accident."

Keng...

The light sound of the sickle: "I'll go and get rid of him."

"No, there's no need." Duke Cholera didn't even look at Father Harvest,
"Your Excellency, I will leave it to you."

Marquis?

Ansel's pupils shrank.

In the shadows where the light cannot reach, a little silver light emerges.And a pair of beastly blue eyes.

A chill spread out.

"As for you, priest, there is indeed something else that needs your help here. I heard...you are very good at hunting werewolves?"

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"That's a little troublesome."

On the second basement floor, Turing, who got out of the ventilation duct, fell into a cell.

Who would have thought that Father Harvest Ansel, a well-known stalker among the witcher community, would serve vampires?
This means that everything tonight is closely monitored by the vampires, and even carefully prepared scripts for them.It's hard to say how credible the information in the hands of those hunters is.

Even for the rescue target of this plan, it is hard to say whether Arzak is mixed with other ingredients, but he should indeed have information about Acracia, which is highly likely to be true. The information was confirmed in Sally Fraser's office, so finding Arzak is still the immediate goal.

If conditions permit, Turing is also willing to inform Quinn of this information, but the current problem is not this.

A cold air hit.

(End of this chapter)