Mysterious journey

Taking care of a strange man who had never met before but was unconscious on the road, let alone two young girls.

This is undoubtedly a fantasy under any circumstances, but it did happen.

Perhaps there was something wrong with Alisha when she first saw that man, and her sympathy was activated like never before. Perhaps it was Aisharo's absolute confidence in her own strength that she didn't care what a thin homeless man might do. She planned to pull him back and throw him some food, and then let him rest for a night under the roof in a windless place. , is the greatest favor.

But no matter what, the two of them did take this man back.

Very weird.

When Aisharo came back to her senses, she was sitting in her kitchen, watching the man lying on the table and eating hungrily with her sister.

"It looks like he's starving." Alisha whispered to her sister. The two sisters sat side by side, both of them speechless.

"What's going on?" Aisharo glanced at his sister, completely confused as to how he allowed this dirty homeless man to enter his home and then sit and eat carelessly.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality." The tramp bowed his head sincerely to express his thanks, with a smile on his face. Judging from his temperament, he didn't look like a tramp at all, but looked like a polite British gentleman.

"My name is Brother Pu. I'm sorry for disturbing your lives. I'll leave right away." The homeless man said politely that he would leave immediately.

"Mr. General, you are not a homeless person, are you?" Arisa was interested in this guy with a good temperament and a good talk. At the age of sixteen, she was very curious now. She felt that this gentleman must have an unknown story, and her curiosity became even stronger for a while.

"Can you tell us about your past? Judging from your speech and behavior, you must have been a well-educated person, right?"

Aishaluo hesitated to speak, she always felt that there was something abnormal about this person.

"I'm sorry, there is something natural about me that attracts you. This is my negligence, and it is also the self-protection ability of our clan." The monk smiled bitterly, "I am in a big trouble now, the best The way is to leave immediately, otherwise I’m afraid it will cause you a lot of trouble.”

"My sister is very powerful!" Arisa has seen the strong side of her sister. Taking a white blade with bare hands is a trivial matter. She also has a lot of experience in dealing with firearms head-on. Aishaluo has been trained by the White Phoenix elite. Master. She is a genius herself, and even an average person with a gun is far from her opponent.

"Don't say that. There are many people who are better than me. Uncle Thomas's Garen is better than me." She once heard that Garen also practiced fighting every day, and she had seen him sparring. She was definitely not Garen. Garen's opponent, in terms of fighting and fighting, Garen's strength reached an extremely professional level.

"But sister is indeed very powerful." Arisa opened her eyes wide.

"I think I should go." Brother Pu suddenly stood up, and then the two of them noticed that his accent had a strong British accent.

The monk was wearing a tattered gray cloth jacket, jeans and shoes that were both gray and black, and their original white soles could only be vaguely seen.

He quickly walked to the kitchen window, gently lifted a corner of the curtain and looked out. The faint sound of a car engine approaching could be heard outside.

"coming."

"Is someone trying to do something bad to you? Mr. Puxiu." Aisharo saw that his nervousness was not a fake, "Do you need to call the police? The mayor's sergeant is also an acquaintance of ours."

"It's useless even if the police come." Brother Pu smiled bitterly, "It's too late, I'll leave first. Thank you for the dinner."

He quickly walked to the window on the other side of the kitchen, opened the window curtains, and with a slight jump, he flew out of the window and disappeared in an instant.

The two sisters behind thought they were dazzled. Alisha rubbed her eyes and looked again, but still found no sign of the monk.

"Don't think about it." Aishaluo had experienced strong winds and waves and quickly calmed down. She thought of the many supernatural phenomena in the rumors, and her heart suddenly became vigilant.

She walked over and quickly closed the window and drew the curtains.

"Go and wash up and go to bed. Just pretend that we have never seen this monk before."

Arisha had been on the run with her sister for several years, so she naturally understood the importance. She nodded obediently and didn't ask any more questions.

After washing up with their own thoughts, the two sisters quietly went back to their room to fall asleep. But the image of Mr. Pu monk always lingered in their minds.

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"Raphael, another vampire has come in."

In a basement in the town, two young women were standing behind Raphael, watching her quietly reviewing some documents on the table. The candlelight flickered and continuously emitted a layer of pale golden halo. The halo emitted by this layer of aperture just enveloped the three of them, not more, not less. Forming a weird spherical space.

"Which camp is it from?" Raphael picked up a document and asked casually.

"There are people from the Ming Party and the Secret Party." A black woman with many pigtails replied in a low voice.

"Are they the ones who are after the Blood of the Red Moon?" Raphael frowned, suddenly feeling in trouble. "Grandma told me that the battle between the two parties has now reached a fever pitch and we cannot get involved rashly."

"Then we let the vampires run around in the town? This is against our rules." Another white woman said dissatisfied. Her brother was once sucked to death by the Vampire Conclave, so after she became a witch, she hated the Vampire Conclave like never before. He is also a consistent supporter of the hawkish attitude towards the Blood Clan Secret Party.

"This matter is not a trivial matter." Raphael turned his face sideways, his long golden hair shining brightly in the candlelight. "There are blood clansmen with the blood of Red Moon. As long as there is still one alive, the Death Apostle Hongyue will not die. Therefore, all the vampires with the blood of the Dead Apostles must be killed in order to truly and completely erase the existence of Red Moon. At this point, the secret It is impossible for the party to retreat, especially now that their strength has greatly increased and they have two dead disciples."

"It is impossible for them to compromise, so once we refuse, it may trigger a war. This is not something that I, the regional leader, can make the decision."

Raphael stopped talking.

"Inform them of our rules. As long as we don't cause serious damage, we can tolerate it. Otherwise, in order to survive, we will go to war. This is our bottom line."

"clear."

The two women left the circle of light and walked out of the basement with different expressions.

Raphael turned around and looked ahead in the darkness.

"grandmother."

It was pitch black there, and in the black shadow, an old woman sitting in a metal wheelchair slowly emerged.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, her face was covered with wrinkles like tree bark, but her eyes were very young, like the eyes of a teenage girl, clear and pure, as blue as the sea.

"Your decision is correct." The old woman nodded and said, "We cannot get involved in the blood civil war. This is an abnormal storm, an unprecedented huge storm, which may very well determine the pattern of the world in the future. Before the Mother of Lions expressed her position, , none of us can take any action that crosses the line.”

"What revelation does the Lion Mother have?" Raphael asked.

"All the people in charge have not contacted her. The prophecy tells us that we still need to wait." The old woman replied in a low voice. "Don't be impulsive before you break through and reach a high-level witch. Your talent is the most powerful I have ever seen, and you are also the most promising to break through to a high-level witch."

Raphael nodded silently.

Many of their regional leaders, especially those in the fringe areas, are at the mid-level witch level, which means they are on par with the mid-level vampires. This sounds weak, but it is actually normal and not generally powerful.

Generally speaking, most of the Vampires who appear in battle are vampires. How much these cannon fodder are produced is of no consequence to the Vampires, and the consumption is very small. But real vampires are much rarer. They are powerful and noble, and because of their small number, they all live a leisurely and wealthy life, and will not reveal their identities easily. They are more integrated into human life and enjoy life.

They have long lives and strong strength. Many of them are high-ranking officials and have respected status. No one is willing to give up such a comfortable life. This is why the Ming Party vampires far surpass the Camarilla vampires. Who would want to live a peaceful life while running around and killing people?

Therefore, 90% of those who are actually active outside are vampires. Occasionally, there will be conflicts between lower-level vampires to control and restrain witches.

In such an environment, a mid-level witch is an extremely powerful power.

Most witches can generally only reach the level of apprentice, and those with better qualifications can reach lower levels. This level means the ability to deal with lower-level vampires. It already belongs to the level of extraordinary power.

There is at most one such witch in a hundred, and they are considered to be the backbone of the fighting force. And it will take a long time to accumulate strength.

And Raphael is only twenty years old now, and has already reached the peak of the rank of middle-ranking witch, and has mastered the powerful witchcraft of the Grandor witch clan, and has been unanimously praised and respected by the witch leaders of other regions. The title of Will of the Sun is not given for free, but obtained through actual test battles.

"I understand." Raphael nodded.

The old woman nodded with satisfaction, and her figure disappeared into the darkness again.

Raphael was left alone to meditate silently.

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United States, Virginia,

11:22 a.m. the next day

On the road between Baika City and Grando

In a white state and city bus bound for Glendo.

The car was full of sleepy people, most of them dozing in the gentle sunshine.

Galen sat on his seat and looked at the plains, roads, vehicles, and occasional travelers on motorcycles that kept passing by outside the window.

After getting off the plane, he transferred directly. After several transfers, he finally boarded a tourist bus full of people going to Glendo. Although it was a bit slow, it was direct and a lot less worry-free.

He still held the ancient scroll in his hand, but his mind was not on it.