Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 766 Playing the Piano
"This kind of gun?" Van Helsing curiously took the gold-plated pistol in Marco Polo's hand, and began to size it up with interest.

In fact, he has seen all kinds of guns, um... such as a revolver that will never jam, a solid leather revolver, a shotgun that shoots more bullets at once than other pistols, oh, and the one from the group of sea robbers A musket that only the boss can touch.

He remembered that the last time he touched a musket, it was the man who threatened to become the One Piece. His savage wife, Miss Caribbean, took a musket as long as her boot and hit him on the temple because he secretly drank her hidden treasure. A jug of wine in the cellar.

If it was just once, he wouldn't think that all beautiful women are cheapskates.

Van Helsing studied Marco Polo's pistol, and suddenly found that this kind of pistol was something he had never seen before.

The magazine that originally contained bullets was changed into a container for energy.

"Of course you have never seen it. These pistols are technological guns built by me. They can convert the solar energy collected in the morning into burning fireworks. They are unique." Seemingly seeing the confusion in Van Helsing's eyes, Marco Polo explained, with a look in his eyes. Still shining with pride.

For a friend who was called a "machine genius" by the world, Van Helsing nodded with admiration, and returned the pistol to Marco Polo: "It's a pity that this kind of pistol is useless to me. They only need two fingers to pinch ordinary fireworks." Mie, you know, those blood-sucking monsters are not afraid of these energies at all."

"Just give me a pistol that is easy to use and does not hurt so much."

"Are you questioning the power of my two technological guns? Helsing." Marco Polo stuffed the pistol back into his storage belt with some displeasure. The pistol he was so proud of would be considered useless by others?
"Your pistol is really powerful, but the blood race is really not afraid of this kind of bullet..."

"Okay, I'll send it to you after I build it in a few days." Knowing that he was wrong, Marco Polo could only accept it helplessly.

It was a breeze to manufacture a gun that Van Helsing needed, and Marco Polo accepted Van Helsing's commission very confidently.

"It's getting late, I should go too." Looking at the geese flying side by side in the bright blue sky for a while, Marco Polo remembered that he was going to visit his teacher Da Vinci this morning, and hurriedly bid farewell to his friends and left out of the tavern.

After Marco Polo left, Van Helsing opened the wine jar that his friend had never touched, poured the good wine inside into his faded silver wine jug, and left the tavern under the scornful eyes of the bunny girl in the dark.

He had actually been coveting the jar of fine wine that Marco Polo hadn't opened for a long time just now, but he was not too embarrassed to speak out in front of his friend.Seeing that he didn't intend to open the seal before leaving, he happily lifted the top of the wine jar.

Oh, Van Helsing didn't know that those two cans of wine were all for him...

The small town has fully awakened, and it is a bustling and peaceful scene. Even ten miles away from this small town is the blood palace, the territory of the blood clan.But people are not worried, because there are humans like blood hunters who are not afraid of blood clans to protect them.The town has been peaceful for a hundred years.

Born in sorrow, died in peace.In fact, Van Helsing believes that eternal peace is also fatal, so that the people in the small town will gradually rely on blood hunting. Perhaps after a long time, when the profession of blood hunting no longer exists, those who have no ability to resist the blood clan will only be slaughtered by future generations.

Thinking about these things, Van Helsing had unknowingly returned to Fort Saint Leon, and the special envoy who bored him just happened to be going out, and when he saw his special envoy curled his lips into a smile: "I'm back, I went to find the Italian again in the morning Have you been drinking?"

Van Helsing had always hated him ever since he snatched his own Bible in church and played himself like a dog when he was a child.

"Yes." Van Helsing replied lightly.

"Then I don't have to go out to find you, the temple is waiting for you in the garden."

The special envoy had a strange smile today, and Van Helsing was puzzled by his abnormal seriousness today.This person usually either sneers at him or makes fun of him.It is indeed a bit weird to speak seriously today.

"Go, don't make the temple wait." The envoy urged him.

Van Helsing stopped worrying about such useless things, and hurried to the back garden.

Generally, the Light of the Temple would not come to him in person for things that are not very serious. It seems that something troublesome is about to happen...

In a garden filled with the refreshing fragrance of flowers, a blond man wearing a luxurious red cloak stood among the flowers. His complexion was a bit dignified, and his light blue eyes stared at the purple flowers growing outside the fence beside him in a trance.

"Holy Temple, are you looking for me?"

The voice behind him brought back the thoughts of the light of the temple, the man turned his head, stepped on the path covered with cobblestones, and walked towards Van Helsing through the purple flowers.

"Is there something important?" Van Helsing asked after taking a few glances at the sad face of the Temple Light.

The light of the temple looked dignified, and nodded gently: "The Pope's daughter disappeared in the early hours of this morning."

"Oh?" Van Helsing was a little surprised, "Is that the girl named Luna?"

"Yes. It is said that there was a loud noise in her room in the early hours of the morning. When the guards came in, she was no longer in the room. The room was very messy and the windows were wide open. I guess she was probably kidnapped."

Van Helsing has seen that girl in church, she always likes to hold an umbrella with black roses on it, wear a black and purple Gothic dress, her long purple hair is coiled low behind her head, there is always a flower A rose of the same color as her hair was pinned on top of her head.She is probably also a believer in Jesus, with strange patterns tattooed on her white forehead and a black cross hanging around her neck.

If you want a flower to describe this girl, the noble red rose is perfect.

"I remember she disappeared once a long time ago?" asked Van Helsing.

When he was a child, he heard from the priest that Luna, the jewel in the palm of Pope Titan, was taken away by the blood clan in the blood palace, saying that she was the future bride of a certain nobleman in the blood clan.

But later the special envoy in the Holy See rescued her again, and that rescue lost many elites in the Holy See.

Originally thought that the Pope would strengthen the protection around Luna, but Luna insisted not to allow the Pope to place guards around her, saying that this would be like being imprisoned, without freedom.The pope who doted on his daughter also promised Luna not to place guards around her, but his daughter was taken away again.

Hearing Van Helsing's question, the Light of the Temple also recalled that fierce battle in the Blood Palace.It is true that many elite envoys of the Holy See have been lost, but what can be done?They are all slaves of the Pope, and there is no reason not to work for everything the Pope does.

The Pope is their Lord.

"Okay, no matter what, we will go to the Blood Palace tomorrow night and rescue Luna from the hands of the blood race." The light of the temple looked a little tired, it seemed that this time it was another fierce battle, and it was still for this reason. A girl who meant nothing to them.

"Okay, then I'll get ready." Fan Helsing nodded in response, turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." The Light of the Temple suddenly thought of something, "You should be in the same group as Tautology for this mission. Both of you are the best envoys. It might be better to act together."

"No need, I'm used to acting alone." Van Helsing refused, he didn't like to be with that arrogant special envoy, and sometimes he felt a little uncomfortable after staying with him for a long time, Van Helsing didn't like that feeling.

The Light of the Temple frowned slightly, and put his hand on Fan Helsing's shoulder: "Be obedient, I want you to come back alive."

"Yes." Van Helsing chuckled lightly, signaling to the Light of the Temple not to worry about himself.

A mere blood race...how could it be impossible to come back?
"Listen to me once, this operation is very dangerous. The strength of the group of blood races in the blood palace is different from that of the past. The tautology is also true. It is best for the two of you to take care of each other in a group." St. The light of the temple said seriously.

He admitted that Van Helsing was indeed very strong, and that he was the best among the blood hunters he knew.

But no matter how strong a person is, he cannot defeat a hundred with one.

Sooner or later it will fall.

He always needs a partner.

Van Helsing wanted to refuse. What he disliked the most was things like companions. He thought that kind of thing would drag him down, and on the contrary, he didn't want to drag others down.

But seeing the cobalt blue eyes of the light of the temple staring at him seriously, he couldn't bear to refuse other people's concern for him, so he could only nod in agreement.

Seeing Van Helsing's agreement, Temple Light's frown relaxed a bit.

In the evening, the night sky in the small town of Broca is full of stars.

Late merchant ships moored quietly at the silver pier rendered by the dim light on the tower.

Van Helsing walked a little restlessly on the brightly lit street, and a few children in front of the flower shop ran past him with colorful fireworks in their hands, laughing and laughing.

"Can you stop following me?"

Really fed up with being followed shamelessly by hated people, Van Helsing stopped and turned around with a dark face.

The special envoy behind him was chewing a bunch of candied haws and blinking his eyes at him with a puzzled face—it was just bought by an oriental old man carrying a large bunch of candied haws.

"We are partners now, shouldn't we take care of each other? I am also for your safety." The special envoy swallowed the fruit in his mouth, and raised his beautiful thick eyebrows with a half-smile.

"..."

What he said seemed quite reasonable... Fan Helsing twitched the corners of his mouth, not knowing how to refute it, so he could only snort and turn his head away.

Turning around and turning into a deserted alley, there is no other small shop at the end except for an old small shop with a wooden door half hidden and a wall wrapped with wire.It seemed to be isolated from the busy streets outside.

Hearing the approaching footsteps of outsiders, a few sparrows standing on the dilapidated window eaves flapped their wings and flew out of the alley, and the only street lamp with old-fashioned patterns on the side of the alley flashed a few bird shadows.

"Seeing that you have been turning so many alleys, are you going to do something shameful?" The special envoy threw away the bamboo sticks of the candied haws that had been eaten, and looked around the alleys with some disgust.

"You can choose to leave." Van Helsing didn't even want to look at him.

leave?nonexistent.The special envoy showed a sly smile, stretched out his arm and hooked Van Helsing's neck: "If I don't leave, what can you do with me?"

A vague tea fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, and Van Helsing suddenly felt as if something was maliciously scratching at the bottom of his heart.

"Hmph, then I'll put your head in the toilet and flush it like shit."

I feel inexplicably irritable in my heart, maybe this person's cynical appearance is really annoying to me.

Why did God create such a man?

"Haha, you can try." The special envoy chuckled twice, not noticing Van Helsing's abnormality.

It was that indescribable discomfort again... when he was approaching.Van Helsing pushed the envoy away in a panic, and quickened his pace towards the small shop at the end of the alley.

Pale yellow light overflowed from the crack of the door, and the light from the crack of the door drew a thin straight line on the pitch-black ground.

He didn't notice just now that the alley was actually filled with a very weak smell of medicine. It wasn't until standing outside the door that the special envoy smelled the weak smell of medicine in the alley gradually becoming stronger and wafting out from the crack of the door.

Fan Helsing knocked on the wooden door, and after a while, a doctor-looking man in a white coat opened the wooden door.

This is a very strange looking man, his hair looks a little dry, a bunch of purple bangs on his forehead are highlighted, and he wears a pair of round glasses with silver rims that have lost some color on the bridge of his straight nose.The skin has probably been close to the drug for a long time, so that it has turned a weird blue color.

Generally speaking, if this man is seen by a child entering the alley, the child will probably be frightened and cry.

"Why are you here again? Is it very frequent?" After the man opened the door, he was slightly startled, and then turned into a normal expression, "I remember you only looked for me a week ago, right?"

"Yes."

The man looked at Fan Helsing helplessly, then suddenly turned aside, and noticed the special envoy behind him: "Then he is? Isn't it your..."

"Do you think it's possible?" Before he could finish speaking, Fan Helsing refuted it, "I'm going to the Blood Palace tomorrow night. This time I need two to prevent any accidents."

"Excessive use of drugs to suppress the body will have side effects, and I think you should know the side effects." The man leaned against the door and said calmly, not intending to take the medicine for Fan Helsing.

"I know," said Van Helsing, "I really can't think of anything other than inhibitors that can save this broken body."

"Are you crazy?" The man's face became a little sullen, and he pulled him into the shop, "You can count for yourself how many times have you asked me to get medicine this month?"

Fan Haixin thought hard for a while, tilted his head, and smiled: "Sorry, I forgot."

The man frowned and put his hands on Van Helsing's shoulders, "Listen to me, you should find an alpha or beta who is compatible with you. Have you ever thought about the day when there will be no inhibitors if you have been using a lot of potions? when……"

Fan Helsing was stunned for a moment, he would always use medicine in time whenever there was a sign of estrus, and he had never experienced the feeling of "estrus".He didn't know that feeling.

He thought that he might never be willing to lie under others in his life.

Van Helsing has a secret hidden in his heart, an unspeakable secret——

His mother was one of those prostitutes who often solicit customers on the street with a shy smile.

My mother is very beautiful and also an omega.A head of long white hair is tied behind her head, and a pair of rose-red eyes full of charm and innocence, without heavy makeup, just a swipe of vermilion on the cherry lips can capture the hearts of a large number of men.

He doesn't know who his father is, and doesn't want to.Maybe it was a man who left with his trousers in his hands after finishing his work, without even thinking that he would save a seed.

And every time the mother gets paid after receiving those guests, it is pitifully small.

And he will never forget that when he was a child, he saw his mother's insatiable expressions under those men through the crack of the door.Obviously not at all reluctant, but also forced himself to look very happy.

Because I couldn't afford it, I came to church.

If it weren't for the fact that the priest was my mother's childhood sweetheart, I probably would have lived in the sewage puddles like the children of those prostitutes, right?
Thinking of this, Van Helsing's nose was a little sour, and he smiled self-deprecatingly. He looked at the man with blue eyes and said, "I think I will commit suicide. God's apostles don't need this kind of boring sex-love relationship."

"You think you're strong?"

"Is not it?"

"Heh..." The man felt a little funny, and gradually increased the strength of his hands holding Fan Helsing's shoulders, so that his knuckles turned slightly white, "I'm afraid you won't even have the strength to pick up a gun by then."

Van Helsing chuckled disdainfully, pushed the man away: "Oh, so will you give it or not?"

It's like playing the piano to a cow.The man sighed, and dropped his hands in resignation: "I'm sorry, a strange person came to me a few days ago and bought all the inhibitors at a high price."

"That's why you told me so much. If that's the case, then I don't need to make things difficult for you." Fan Helsing raised his pretty eyebrows, and walked out of the shop that smelled of various medicines.

"Have you got it?" The special envoy, who was squatting at the door and teasing a black cat who didn't know where it came from, saw Van Helsing coming out of the shop with a sullen face, and asked, standing up and following behind him.

Van Helsing sighed and shook his head.

Does he look disappointed?

The special envoy approached Van Helsing and looked at his somewhat disappointed face.

"Candy?"

He took out a delicately packaged candy from the pocket of his coat, and the special envoy peeled off the wrapper that wrapped the candy and handed the candy to him.

Although he didn't know what happened to Van Helsing in that shop, the special envoy knew that sometimes when he felt depressed or uncomfortable, eating a sweet candy would immediately dissipate the unhappiness covering his heart without a trace.

He thought candy was something that made people happy, so maybe Van Helsing would be happier if he ate it?
Van Helsing glanced at the peeled candy in the envoy's hand, and he was annoyed and didn't want to eat anything.So don't overdo it and say, "Thanks, but I don't want to... um!"

Before he finished speaking, a round candy was stuffed into his mouth, and the sweet taste gradually melted away from his mouth.

The special envoy smiled and licked the finger that had squeezed the candy, like a child: "Is it delicious?"

Van Helsing glanced at the special envoy inexplicably, and nodded dully.Although I don't know what this person is trying to do, but it seems to taste pretty good...

"Hey, I knew it." The special envoy also peeled off a candy and stuffed it into his mouth, "You will like it."

**, when did I say I like it?Obviously you forced it to me...

Van Helsing glared at the special envoy, chewed the candy and swallowed it.

The two of them walked out of the alley tacitly and did not return to Fort San Lian right away, but walked aimlessly on the lively and bustling streets.

"Van, starting tomorrow we will head to the Blood Palace." The special envoy walked side by side with Van Helsing, with his hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on the end of the street facing north—out of the city, and straight from there, Keep going, and you will arrive at the "palace" that frightens the human beings - Blood Palace.

"Oh, I know." Van Helsing looked at the busy street and replied casually.

"I heard from the old man in the family that there lived a vampire that was as terrifying as an ogre. He specialized in sucking the blood of those beautiful girls. He had three beautiful wives, but two of them were captured from the world. "

"Did you mean Dracula? Or Xu Fu?"

"Yes, Dracula. Xu Fu is just his subordinate."

"There is nothing to be afraid of. We are blood hunters, so they should be afraid of us." Van Helsing looked indifferent.

Over the past few years, he has been too powerful, and he has honed himself from a waste that would tremble when he split a vampire with a sword, to a demon hunter who would not be afraid to fight hundreds of vampires alone.And the task of hunting blood clans has become a boring daily game.

This time, he just wanted to finish the mission well and then go to his friends for a few drinks. Regarding the special envoy's words, he just listened to them as stories, and soon forgot them.

"You are right, but you should be more cautious..."

(End of this chapter)