murder poppy

The vegetation in the deepest part of the forest changed.

If the plants in the black pine forest are only darker in color, then the trees here seem to have a strange atmosphere in their bones.

This is the cursed land.

Andre put down the girl, and a group of bats flew in the distance, turning into a man in front of him.

"Long time no see, Vijorel. How are you doing recently?" Andre greeted.

The man wore a prim collared cape with a well-fitted shirt and gold concealed buttons inside.The long hair similar to Andre's is curled and scattered, and the dark brown color looks more dull.

"This is your child?" Vijorel was not interested in greeting Andre. He looked down at the girl hiding behind Andre, frowning, "The smell is very strange."

His voice is as clear as ice in winter, and as calm as a deep pool.It sounded extra heavy.

"I picked it up." Andre explained.

"Since when did you like picking up junk?"

Enraged by the other party's eyes, Massa screamed and showed his paws.

Andre covered the kitten's cute, non-threatening paws, and argued for Mass: "Mass has orthodox curl ears, and its shape and coat color are very good."

Vijorel obviously didn't like creatures like cats. He looked down at the girl and said, "The lower blood races who have changed halfway may not live for too long."

"It's better than staying in a place like the church. You can raise him with the wolves in the pack. How long he can live depends on fate."

Andre, who was in charge of saving and not raising, received a look of contempt from Vijorel, but his justice and kindness had been exhausted, and he was unwilling to take a human cub as an oil bottle.

"But ten years of hard work are coming to an end, and there is no shortage of her blood." Andre pushed the girl towards Vijorel.

Vijorel's skin was icy cold, there was a line between the cursed land and the dense forest, one side was dark, and the other side was pure darkness.The girl took two steps, seemed to like Vijorel's breath very much, and ran over to hug his leg.

"It seems that she likes you very much." Andre teased.

"Is there anything else? Don't tell me you asked me to come, just throw a little guy over."

"Almost." Andre rubbed Mass, and said before Vijorel's face turned cold, "but there is one more thing, I smell blood in the North District. At least the level above the Duke."

"The blood race has no intention of breaking away from the world."

"So, someone couldn't bear to sneak out."

"I will pay attention to the movement." Vijorel promised, "I have nothing else to go back."

Andre put down the mass and saluted to Vijorel, "Goodbye, Lord Cronin."

The swarms of bats dissipated, taking the shivering girl away.

When Andre got up, there was no one in front of him.He moved his arms, picked up the mass and said to himself: "Let's go, soon there will be an annoying person coming to visit."

Facts have proved that the news of the night watch is extremely well-informed.

A few days after Andre returned to the castle, the annoying people came to visit.

Andre looked behind Lyons, but found no one else, and asked, "Did you discuss it with your old antique boss so soon?"

"I didn't even go to the blood hunt, but I was informed that the daywalker who was sent a few days ago died of a fire." Lyons looked calm, "The body was burnt to charcoal, and the chains were also melted."

"That's a pity," Andre replied.

Lioness looked at him, and finally didn't ask any more questions, but handed over a bag and took out a ring in his hand, "The result of the struggle with my old antique boss."

Andre opened the bag, and there were more than a dozen bottles of medicine in it, which glowed with a strange purple light and didn't look very tasty.

"Is your boss going to kill me by poisoning me?" He took out a bottle, took out the cork, and sniffed it under his nose. "Weakness potion? It's almost the same as poisoning."

Andre threw the potion back into the bag, and took out another bottle of blood-red liquid.

This time, it seemed that Andre was more dissatisfied than the potion of weakness. He frowned and threw the bottle out.

"What does it taste like, like rotten bread and raw meat. It's disgusting."

"Your meal replacement," Lyons said, then watched with satisfaction at Andre, whose eyes widened in disbelief.

"Do you have any misunderstanding about the taste of vampires? Who can drink such a disgusting stuff!"

"It is said that it is a project of a scholar with considerable research. It has allocated a lot of funds."

"Is he a vampire?"

Lyons shook his head: "A serious pastor."

"Did he drink human blood and animal blood?"

"Obviously not."

"Then has he ever drank that stuff!" Andre complained, pointing at the red liquid that had smeared on the ground.

"Well, probably not."

"Very good. I wish him an early meeting with God." Andre put away the bag and sent his sincere blessings, "What else?"

"Not for the time being. This is a simple sensor. I will know when you use the ability." Lyons said, "There is also regular testing to determine your risk factor."

Andre gave Liones a white look.He hates the rules and regulations of human beings, and is extremely shameless about this kind of behavior of asking for help from others.

Lions didn't insist on this, but the blood hunters would not agree so easily with Andre's swaggering rampage in the North District.

Although both he and Andre knew that if Andre was really annoyed, these little tricks would be useless.

Andre took the ring and put it on, and turned back to the castle with the Mass in his arms.

"Where are you going?" Lioness called to him.

Andre said without looking back, "Go home."

Suddenly, the finger with the ring tingled for a moment, and Andre stopped and looked at Lyons unkindly.

The latter seemed to have done nothing, still standing upright, "It's too much trouble to find you here from the North District, come back to the night patrol with me."

The vampire who was deprived of the right to go home was very unhappy, squinting critically: "Night watch? That small shabby house is bright and noisy, why should I live in that shabby place."

The night patrol takes up a large area, and the working area is even larger than the blood hunt.At this time, it was described as a small broken house.

"Don't stay on night watch, stay at my house."

"Your house?" Andre asked, "Does your house have a coffin?"

Lyons: "..."

In the evening of the next day, a man with blond hair and golden eyes appeared outside a villa in the suburbs with a sleepy curly ear.Behind him, a huge and beautiful coffin was floated up and down by a group of bats.

The old butler pushed open the door and was frightened to death by the coffin flying in.

Andre Shi Shiran walked into the villa to look up and down, and commented: "So-so, where is my room?"

"You, you... are Mr. Andre?" The old butler was terrified, so he had no choice but to ignore the group of bats flapping their wings.

"Upstairs guest room." Lyons walked down the stairs, waved to the butler and said, "Go down, my friend."

Lyons watched the bat pass by him and flew into the guest room he was pointing to with the coffin, feeling a little headache for a while.

"Thank you for the hospitality." Andre was not polite, and he didn't think there was any inappropriate handling skills. "I didn't expect that your place is quite big. Since you are so rich, why do you still owe the consultant a whole bag of gold coins?"

"Wealth doesn't mean waste." Lyons walked in front and took Andre to see the room. "What's more, there are stupid people rushing to send money. Wouldn't it be good not to accept it?"

Regardless of being shameless or skinless, a hunter is even better.

The room was large and empty.Apart from fireplaces and chandeliers, there is no basic furniture.

A coffin board was placed right in the middle, which looked a bit like a morgue.

"Is this some kind of human hospitality that I don't know about?" Andre asked looking around.

"No one else lived in the house, so I didn't buy furniture." Lyons said, "I will let the housekeeper do what I need."

Andre patted Mass on the head, and said pitifully, "Poor child, not only is there no litter in the new place, but even cat food."

Lyons didn't mind Andre's insinuation, looked at Mass and said, "Is this cat a little fatter?"

Mass, who had just been told by his master that he was hungry and skinny, was so annoyed that he stretched out his paws to scratch Reins.

It's a pity that the cat is small and has no cat rights, and its short arms cannot reach Lions, so it can only scream and scratch its paws.

"Only cat food?" Lyons asked.

"Otherwise, what are you feeding?" Andre comforted Mass.

"Cooked chicken, fish, or liver. Eating only cat food will cause malnutrition."

Andre smiled at him unceremoniously: "Do you think I look like a vampire who can make a fire and cook?"

Lyons was stunned for a while before he realized that Andre meant that he was not very good at raising cats.

As a result, Misa lost the delicious cat food, and there was a piece of cooked chicken breast and a few bright red prawns in the rice bowl the next day.