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The old butler's mental state has been a little bad recently.

The culprits were the bats that occasionally appeared in the house, and the cat that would eat raw beef all over the floor in the middle of the night.

Bats are in groups, sometimes they go to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, and sometimes they go to the study to grab a book.

The old butler is old and has bad eyesight. He can't see clearly without glasses.

Even so, it was really unacceptable for him to see a cloud of black mist carrying something flying into the guest room in a flash.

The guest welcomed by the master is a perfect beauty, looks elegant and well-bred, but the cat he raised.It's really not something.

Massa was forced to eat cooked chicken for two days, and was so angry that the fried hair meowed.

The cat who has been in the castle for a long time has a somewhat maverick temperament, so Massa decided to do it himself, so that he would have enough food and clothing.While Lyons was asleep, he sneaked into the kitchen and ate the fresh meat bought by the maid.

The old butler's luck was so bad. During the routine inspection every night, he heard the sound of sharp objects rubbing in the hall, and when he ran into the kitchen, the ground was full of minced meat and blood, and he almost didn't know his life directly.

When Massa saw him coming, he waved his paws and stared at him, looking like he was protecting food.

Fortunately, its fur is a beautiful brown gold, not glossy black.

Lyons frowned and listened to the old butler gasping for breath, complaining with lingering fear, thinking that letting Andre live in might be a wrong choice.

The old butler patted his chest to calm down, and exhaled out of Lyons' room.

After processing the documents in his hand, Lions went to the guest room.

The door of the guest room is closed, in the bright villa, it is a unique and taboo room.

Lyons pushed the door open, and the room was dark, and Andre bought expensive fabrics to block the sun.

In the center of the empty wooden floor was a gorgeous coffin, the translucent black was illuminated by golden edging.

"Meow!"

The curled ear next to the coffin moved its ears and let out an unhappy cry.

Mass rubbed his head, didn't give Reins a look, stretched out his little paws and grabbed the coffin.

The sharp claws scratched the painted wooden boards, and the piercing sound was eerie.

Lyons waited quietly, his eyes fell on the white scratches on the corner of the coffin, and he said in a low voice: "Be careful that the monster inside comes out to eat the kitten."

Massa couldn't understand what he said, so he sharpened his claws, very happy.

Half a minute later, there was a "click" and the coffin opened.

Mass stretched out his paws but found that he couldn't reach the coffin, and the back of his neck was lifted up.

"Mass..." Andre's nose was facing the paws of the mass, he turned his head to look, and saw the coffin that had been planed out, "Sometimes I think, why did I pick you up? I can buy a litter of you if this coffin is completely painted."

Mass was lifted by the back of his neck, his fluffy tail swung and hit Andre on the arm.

It tilted its head and gave a flattering "meow".

Soft and sweet.

Andre put Mass in his arms, "Okay, you win."

Lyons watched the whole process of Andre losing the bottom line and reminded: "You will spoil him."

"It can't hurt anyone." Andre scratched Mass' chin.

"No, he has already frightened my housekeeper, and caused the loss of one gold coin for fresh meat and two silver coins for baguettes." Lyons looked at Andre, who had no response, and said, "It seems to be It was committed with the connivance of its master."

"Mass doesn't like cooked food. It has a mind of its own." Andrea sounded high.

Lyons looked at him coldly, "Is there no other reason?"

Andre shrugged, "It screams so pitifully."

Andre knew every sneaky trip to Mass.

The first time he heard the coffin being pushed away, he was looking at Mass with the cat bent over his waist. In the dark, the eyes of the kitten were round and round, with a vertical line in the middle.

"Come back, Mass, you've had dinner tonight," Andre said.

The shelf that Mass set up immediately collapsed, and he was so wronged that he finally exposed his stomach and meowed with his paws up.

Andre was silent for a moment, lay back down with a "snap", and closed the coffin.

"It's not an example."

The next time is not an example, which means that there are many next times.

Andrei was not at all ashamed of his tenderness.

Because Mass ate a lot of bread, his body didn't lose weight at all, but became rounder and rounder. With fluffy long hair, he looked very cute.The soft meat on the stomach is also very easy to move.

Looking at Mass, who was snoring with his eyes closed, Lyons always felt that this curly ear had been raised in Andre's hands, and that sooner or later it would be raised into an orange pig.

"Tomorrow I will ask the housekeeper to lock the kitchen. And the damage caused will be added to your rent five times."

Andre stopped scratching Mass' chin, and looked at Lyons in disbelief: "Five times? Are you robbing a vampire?"

"Mental damage fee," said Lyons, "and, don't let me see a bat in the house again, or tomorrow the cat's dinner will be a roasted bat."

Facing the cruel threat, Andre looked at Lyons for a while, and compromised: "Listen to you."

"Anything else," Andrea said. "Don't tell me you let Mass scratch my coffin just for that."

Lyons didn't bother to respond to Andre's unreasonable accusation, and took out a stamped document: "The requirement for regular safety factor testing has come down, go blood hunting with me today."

Andre beckoned, and the documents fell on his fingertips.

He glanced at the content above and sneered: "Take a blood sample? Resist the test? Did you hire a consultant, or did you find a fool who is willing to be a living test subject?"

"Just to find the right suppressor." Lioness didn't budge from the accusation.

Andre rubbed his fingers on the document, and a small black smoke soon ignited at the corner, and then the flame jumped up, burning the paper that still smelled of ink.

"It's okay to do my resistance test, and be prepared to die." Andre shook the ashes in his hand and continued to rub Mass.

Lyons had no objection to that.

The document was sent by Blood Hunter, and the seal is the highest authority seal of Chairman Nord.Obviously, he didn't want to consider his proposal.

Since Blood Hunter wants to do these things, he should bear the consequences.

He frowned, and took out another identical document: "Take it easy, I don't want to see the portrait of the night watch consultant on the arrest warrant. Now, sign it."

A bat rushed to Lions and snatched away the documents, kicked his chest with its claws, and snatched the pen from his pocket.

Andre Shi Shiran took the pen and the document and signed his name on it.

"Let's go, Bloodhunter is waiting." Lyons rolled up the file and said.

It's been a few days since this email was sent, and Lioness made several suggestions but didn't respond, and it was delayed until the end before it was given to Andre.

Human beings' fear of vampires is naive.

Suppressing Andre will only arouse his anger, and Andre will be more dangerous after he gets tired of playing.

Lyons was convinced of this, and he looked at the blood clan holding the cat, trying to observe some violent smells other than unpleasant.

Yet nothing.

Apart from being bored and disdainful of this, Andre has no interest in killing for the time being.

Compared with the rigid blood hunting union, the vampires who are free and easy can get his attention more.For this reason, Andre was willing to endure it for the time being with a few bits and pieces on his body.

Blood Hunter is obviously ready to fight.

A team of priests and hunters stood in front of the door.

The leading old pastor wore reading glasses, white hair and beard, and looked very kind.He was holding a heavy Bible in his hand, and when he saw Andre crossing his chest, he muttered: "God bless. May God forgive his sins."

The blood race's hearing is very sensitive, and Andre heard the old pastor's eulogy clearly. He frowned and turned to ask Lyons, "Is he sick?"

His voice was not low, but there was concern in his sincerity.

A team of priests all looked at him viciously.The old pastor didn't care much about this, and even made it worse: "May God forgive your evil words, Amen."

Andre shut up.

Lyons was delighted to hear this, and saluted the old pastor: "The great pastor."

The high priest nodded, and the hunters behind surrounded Andre, as if in escort mode.

Andre glanced at them, without saying a word, and threw Mass to Lyons.

Juan Er had an extremely bad impression of the hunter, kicked his legs to protest as soon as he got out of Andre's arms, leaving a few scratches on Lions' hands.

"I'll go with you." Lioness grabbed Mass' paw, "just in case."

The priest nodded in agreement.

Only Lyons is familiar with Andre.

This prince-level blood clan has a great reputation, but he is elusive.

Hunting Andre is the reason why Lions is respected by most members of Blood Hunt, and it is also the reason why he can form the night patrol.

Andre kept silent, just shook his finger at Mass, signaling it to be quiet.

Mass snorted twice, and reluctantly stayed in Lions' arms, but only held his arms with his paws, and looked eagerly at Andre next to him.

Blood Hunter had clearly prepared for this test.

The periphery of the room is filled with silverware filled with holy water, blood-drawing tools and silver guns are placed in the center, and the priest's platform is erected beside it.

The sunlight through the glazed glass is mottled and sprinkled on the ground, which is a story from a certain volume of the Bible.

Andre stopped at the door, instinctively disgusted with the room.

The priest made a gesture of invitation to him, and Andre walked in with a frown.

The hunter came up with a silver chain, and Andre stood in front of the blood-drawing equipment, looking at the priest coldly.

"I remember that this is just a test, not an interrogation of prisoners." Andre's voice echoed in the room, as if shaking the sacred atmosphere.

The priest comforted the nervous hunter and said with a smile, "You are right, we were the ones who were abrupt."

Mass bared his teeth at the retreating hunter, and his eyes were covered by Lions.

Afterwards, Lyons paused his fingers, and looked down at the two small blood holes in his fingers.

Lyons: "..."

"Why do you have the same temper as your master." He whispered, and patted Curl's head, thinking of the little bat with sharp teeth and sharp mouth.

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#The Strict Father and Loving Mother of the Mass#

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