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In the end, all that Vijorel left to the castle was a half glass of mulled wine and a cold look.Andre poured out half a glass of red wine, and walked out of the small kitchen with the small pot.

The hunter, who went to the attic to avoid suspicion, was already sitting on the sofa at this time, holding a wine glass and confronting Juan Er like a master.

Lyons has a strong figure, squeezed the single sofa to take up no space left, and sat boldly, with one arm occupying one armrest, completely denying Mass a chance to break through the "castle tower".

The cinnamon sticks in the wine glass are clinking, and the orange lemon slices seep into the wine red, which looks very attractive to cats.

"Cough." Andre broke the naive stalemate, "Mass, come here."

Mass looked back at the small pot in Andre's hand, snorted immediately, and walked towards Andre like a victor, walking gracefully.

"The cat's tongue can't taste sweetness, and eating too much will cause harm. The eating habits before Mass are very bad, and it will take a long time to correct..."

Andre paused for a moment when he bent down, and looked up at Mr. Inspector, who was majestic and destructive of Mass.The other party took a sip of mulled wine with peace of mind and said, "So it is not recommended that you feed mulled wine to Mass."

Mi Sa squatted obediently in front of Andre, with his big fluffy tail dangling, and his two beautiful cat eyes were staring at the sweet-smelling pot hanging in mid-air, yelling "Meow-meow-".

The soft golden hair with curly ears and wide-eyed eyes looks cute and sweet, more greasy than the mulled wine in the pot.Andre held the small pot silently, showing a gentle smile in Massa's expectant eyes, and turned back decisively to the kitchen.

Seeing the red wine pouring to his lips, Mass was stunned for a moment, followed the master all the way to the kitchen with small steps, but was mercilessly shut outside the door with a "bang".

"Meow!!" The long hair exploded, Miza looked at the indifferent door in disbelief, and turned his head viciously to stare at the four-legged beast that was doing evil on its territory.

"It's not that I won't give you a drink." Lioness stopped shaking the glass and explained.

However, no matter how smart Massa is, he still can't understand the reason why four-legged beasts can eat sweet things but they can't. He only knows that its owner has already brought the pot. After saying a word, the food was taken away!

Being treated like this in the marked site is simply not something a cat can bear. As for the grace of dried meat and chicken breasts, it has been regarded by Mass as a cunning human strategy to paralyze it, and staring at Reines is like staring at the enemy.

It is said that the cat will treat its owner as its own property, so Andre's embarrassed look coupled with Liones' triumphant look, in the eyes of Mass, it directly becomes an intruder occupying its territory, and it is still possible to rob it of things. People who bully it.

"Hiss—" The fried-haired Mass lost a layer of cuteness, and the wrinkled nose and exposed fangs showed the wildness of cats.

Lyons' red wine glass froze in his hand. It's not a good thing to mess with a cat, especially a spoiled cat who usually "drinks its hair and drinks blood", doesn't trim its nails, and is spoiled.

His waist and abdomen were aching from the gunshot wound. Even though a cat's fighting power would not be stronger than a vampire, Lions still didn't want to fight a cat in this situation.

"I didn't do anything to your master." Lyons put down his wine glass and spread his hands.

Mass stepped forward, bowed down to God, his pupils turned dangerously bright.

Lyons lowered his folded legs, his calf exerted strength, and was ready to evade the attack at any time. His reaction was flinching and opening up in the eyes of Massa. It kicked its hind paws on the ground and rushed out with a "whoosh".

"Snapped!"

The flying mass did not deal with the intruder heroically, but was grabbed by the back of the neck and threw the whole body into a firm embrace.

"Meow... Meow!!"

"It's just mulled wine, shouldn't it be enough." Andre scratched Mass, who was on all fours, and licked his soft belly several times.

"Meow! Meow!" Misa twisted and resisted, trying to warn his "kind and simple" master, accusing the intruder of his despicableness and cunning.

"Why are you so irritable?" Andre appeased Misa, and the meows were endless, and he had to go back to the kitchen to find something to eat to plug Misa's mouth.

When the crisis was over, Lions calmly breathed a sigh of relief.

The hall became quiet, the leaves outside the castle swayed, and the high-rise windows projected onto the floor, a black shadow fell on the shadow of the treetops, and stopped motionless.

Lyons looked up and saw a pigeon knocking on the glass window with its beak, its small eyes searching around.

Searching for things in the small kitchen, the voice of appeasement sounded low and low, and it seemed that it would not end for a while.

Lyons threw down the cold mulled wine, walked up the stairs, and stopped in the corridor in front of the window.

"Cucko—" the pigeon turned its head back and forth, as if confirming his identity.Next to the red bird's claws is a small letter box, and a strange character is printed on the letter box, which looks like the letter "N".

Lyons took down the letter box, pulled out the note, folded the note after a quick glance, flicked away the pigeons, closed the window, and when he turned around, there was a figure hugging a cat at the empty staircase.

Andre smiled all over his eyes, and while feeding the jerky to Mass in his arms, he said, "My castle doesn't seem to have ever raised pigeons?"

Vampires have beast-like intuition, which Lioness hadn't realized until now.

"Nord wrote it." Lyons did not hide it, and took out the folded note generously, "He received an entrustment from an old friend to investigate matters related to the blood race, and hoped to protect the client's life safety."

Andre: "When did the president of Blood Hunter start working as a bounty hunter?"

"The client said that his wife has been a little strange recently. It seems that she likes to eat raw food and suck blood. At the same time, she stays in the house all day and does not want to go out. Even if she goes out, she wears a big hat and holds an umbrella. Impatient." Lyons continued, "The client's name is Matthew, and he owns a library near the dense forest."

Andre: "..."

"The bounty hunter found a treasure." Lioness handed over the note, motioning Andre to check it at will.

The note was suspended in mid-air and was not picked up.

After feeding the last mouthful of jerky, the strange-looking vampire turned gracefully and decisively down the stairs, put down his gluttonous curls, and lay down in the solemn and gloomy coffin.

"Boom--"

There is a hint of urgency and rejection in the sound of heavy wood rubbing.

Reigns raised his eyebrows, put away the note, approached the coffin under the low growl of Mass, and kindly reminded: "If my memory is correct, we were in a hurry when we left the castle, so we didn't clean it up in time. There should be more people inside. Less blood, plus a few dirty cloths that have been sitting around for a while."

There was silence in the hall, and the hunter looked at the dark coffin with "gentle" eyes, and uttered beautiful words: "Mr. Consultant, don't you think the smell is a bit unpleasant?"

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Some of today’s updates are 2k in advance, and the next update will be longer!