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The northern borders of Visenor are dark and thorny lands.

Dense black pine forests encroach on human activities, and coldness and silence prevail in this land.

There was no sunlight shining through the windows, only fine pine needles swaying in the wind and a hoarse and screeching crow call or two.

A man was leaning on the sofa, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and dressed like an earl from the last century.The blond hair flowed from her body and was played in the paws of a kitten in her arms.

The hall was as dark as the pine forest outside.A fireplace was burning, and the only source of light was the projected warm light.

"Mass." A man's voice sounded in the empty castle.The clear and luxurious primary sound is followed by a dense and tight echo like a trumpet.

"Meow!" the kitten yelled, holding its paws guiltily.

Its owner was not blaming the playful kitten, but turned his head and looked at the closed door: "A guest is coming."

The door of the castle was pushed open by the cold wind.

The flame of the fireplace swayed due to the cold wind, causing the light and shadow of the entire castle to sway.

"Long time no see." The silver gun in the visitor's hand was aimed at the blond man nestled on the sofa, with a provocative smile on his mouth, "Andre King Rogue."

Andre closed the book in his hand.As if responding to him, the door of the old castle made a heavy mopping sound, keeping the wind and darkness out of the house.

Mass circled around the man, sneezed, gave him a paw on his boot, turned his head and slipped into Andre's arms.

"Is this a meeting ceremony?" The man glanced at the harsh scratches on the boots and asked.

His voice seemed to be filled with wind and snow, rough and vicissitudes.Like scratches on a perfect mirror surface, they are sharp in smoothness.

"You came here uninvited, you should be content if I didn't pinch your neck." Andre scratched Mass' neck, watched the man walk into the tea table coldly, picked up the red wine glass on the table and sniffed a few times.

"Fresh deer blood, life is going well." He swung his wine glass, as if tasting high-end red wine.

"It's all thanks to you." Andre narrowed his eyes in dissatisfaction, and slammed a hand on the man's wrist.

The wine glass was thrown upwards, and the man turned his wrist to block.

"Meow!" Misa yelled, jumped from Andre's arms and landed on the ground, wagging his tail.

Andre caught the wine glass with one hand, and covered the man's neck with the other.The sharp nails stick to the skin and can pierce the artery in the next moment.

"I don't mind having an extra meal tonight." The corners of Andre's mouth were upturned, with two fangs exposed, like a wolf looking at a meat rabbit, "Speak business, Lyons."

Lions took a step back and pushed away Andre's hand with the silver gun.

"There are signs of the blood race in the North District. To be precise, it was a day walker who awakened and killed his uncle. The blood race found in the blood is you."

He raised his gun and hooked a handcuff with his left hand.The silver handcuffs were full of patterns, and the dense spells and patterns seemed very disturbing to Andre.

"You know I hate humans." Andre put down the wine glass, "To be my daywalker, you must first not be a person."

"So I'm inviting." The silver gun twirled around Lyons' fingertips, and the gun was still aimed at Andre, "I invite you to help me solve the case."

The fire in the fireplace was burning weaker and weaker, and the flickering light hit the people in the room.

The shadows reflected by the pine needles spread under his feet, and Andre stared at Lyons, wondering if if he twisted the neck of the uninvited guest now, could it be as if nothing happened.

Lyons looked flat, as if he was offering an equal deal.His hand is steady, the trigger is firmly pressed, and his body is tense, as if waiting for a war,

After a moment of confrontation, Andre called softly: "Mass."

When the kitten heard its name, it climbed onto Andre's shoulder.

"The cat food is in the attic, don't starve yourself to death."

Mass licked Andre's extended fingertips, very well-behaved.Her half-rolled ears quivered, rubbing against Andre's blond hair.

Lyons put away his silver gun when he heard the sound, and approached Andre with handcuffs, "Make a show."

Andre glanced at him, and stretched out his hand to let the handcuffs imprinted with the curse of killing the blood clan fall on his hand.

The moment the silverware touched the skin, a puff of smoke rose.The light burnt smell dissipated quickly, and the fair skin festered for a moment before recovering.

Lions achieved his goal. Before leaving, he rubbed the curly cat in front of the coffee table and asked, "When did you raise a little thing?"

"I picked it up by the pine forest, someone throws it out and doesn't want it." Andre waited outside the door for Lioness to come out, and waved his hand.

The castle door was closed, and the flame in the fireplace went out with a "chick".

Half a cup of deer blood and a closed ancient language book remained on the table.

Miza shook his hair, as if he disliked human touch, then used his tail to remove the wine glass, and licked off the deer blood spilled on the table bit by bit.

From the southern region to the northern region, Weisennuoer is getting colder and more desolate.Legend has it that if you cross a dense pine forest outside the North District, you will meet a god who can grant your wishes.

To obtain God's blessing, one must dedicate all one's soul.

Andre, who lived in the black pine forest for an unknown number of years, dismissed these rumors.

There are neither gods nor demons behind the pine forest.

Just a wilder land, and a race more boring than humans.

Andre hasn't left the castle for a long time.The air in the pine forest was oppressive, but it made Andre feel comfortable.

Lyons didn't speak all the way, wrapped in a cloak, which was the rigid night watch uniform.A gun and a dagger hung from his waist and hips.

A boring hunter, commented Andre.

The sun began to appear from the border of the North District, and the bustling street market replaced the wind in the pine forest.

Andre's forward pace stagnated for a moment, and then he followed Liones into the city as if nothing had happened.

"Wait." Lyons stopped him, took off his cloak and handed it over.

A silver gun and a wooden stake are printed on the back of the cloak, and there are intricate patterns around it.The black and dark red threads are intertwined, making the gray-green cloak look even more dull.

"Isn't it absurd to let the blood race wear hunter's robes?"

There was no response to the outstretched hand for a long time, and Lioness raised his head. Regardless of Andre's squinted eyes, he stepped forward and lifted the disobedient vampire's chin with the back of his hand, and tied the strap that fixed the cloak.

"The Blood Hunt branch has prison uniforms. Maybe you'd be more interested?"

"A bag of gold coins." Andre turned over his handcuffed right hand, and a bag embroidered with gold on a black background hung from his fingertips. "Go buy something you can see."

The instigated hunter had a cold face and his hands worked hard.

The robe fell with a "wow", covering Andre's raised paws in a gray-green cloak that was stained with pine needles and dust.

Lyons took a step back and snatched the exquisite money bag by the way.

The brocade bag embroidered with gold didn't match his gray and black outfit too much, it looked like it was a boudoir lady's personal belongings.

Andre, who lost a bag of gold coins, didn't show any strangeness.He tightened his cloak, and walked towards the sunny and angry northern area of ​​Wissenor.

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