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Andre threw the blood-stained velvet at the gate of the blood hunt.The effect is comparable to throwing a liquor bottle in front of a church.

The safety factor test is naturally screwed up.Andre is tired of this pointless trip.

Humans like Owen have no merits, are greedy, conceited, and uninteresting.At the same time, he is timid and afraid of death. In the eyes of the blood race, such a person is rotten meat covered in skin.Not worth any fun.

Compared with Owen, Lyons looks much more pleasing to the eye.

Andre's satisfaction came very simply. In order to celebrate that the hunter who provoked him was Lyons instead of Owen, Andre indulged himself in the street market until midnight.

From five o'clock in the afternoon, the oil lamps in the bar are lit.

When the night comes, women with large breasts and men in Martin boots start to hang around.

Among a group of stubbled uncles over forty years old, Andre was considered the best candidate.

Handkerchiefs and women's sachets were stuffed into his arms, and some men even twisted their waists to ask him for wine.

Andre is not interested in these humans who are trying to find someone to spend the night with.Andre paused when another woman who was beckoning him with a menu smeared with wine and grease brought her bare breast close.

The man in front of the bar who was drinking with a woman in his arms was wearing a blood hunting uniform, with a silver gun still dangling from his waist.

Andre's eyes stopped on the side of the hunter's face. He was in his 30s, showing a wretched smile, and his eyes turned back and forth on the woman's face with makeup.

This appearance is too different from the serious expression standing aside to record his wound healing time in the afternoon.

Andre walked into the tavern under the joyful expression of the woman at the door.

The interior of the tavern is purely made of wood, and the dim lighting has a good atmosphere.The smell of malt is not inferior, and the voices of talking and laughing are kept very low. Compared with the noise outside the market, it is very stylish.

Most of the guests here are accompanied.Both male and female companions are available.Andre, who was alone, looked a little awkward.

The woman who was soliciting guests came over twisting her waist and asked softly, "What would you like to drink, sir?"

Andre glanced at the menu, and the price of the drinks is still affordable, not in line with the atmosphere deliberately created in the store.Andre ordered a glass of not-so-cheap wine, and the woman who handed the menu burst into laughter.

When the wine glass was put down, the woman looked left and right, and deliberately pulled down half of her rotator sleeve: "Sir, is there no company tonight?"

The meaning of her self-recommended pillow mat was very obvious. Andre picked up the red wine glass and smiled at the woman: "Wait for someone."

The woman was a little disappointed all of a sudden, biting her lip and still a little unwilling, but Andre had already turned his head away and stopped giving her eyes.

After the woman left, Andre sat in front of the bar, drinking with his back to the blood hunter.

The hunter is obviously a frequent visitor here, and he is also familiar with the women around him.The two were laughing, moving their hands and feet from time to time. The sharp exclamation and heavy panting made Andre feel that the red wine in his hand seemed to have gone sour.

When she was about to get to the point behind her, the woman pushed the hunter away and giggled: "Why are you so free today?"

The hunter gloated and laughed: "The boss was beaten, so I can relax?"

"Your incompetent boss who puts on airs every day?"

"That's right." The hunter gnawed on the woman's neck, "A rich fat pig. But I have to admit, thanks to his blessing, I can come to you every day."

The woman smiled coquettishly, stretched out her hand and slapped the hunter, "Damn ghost. Your boss gave you so much money, yet you scolded him."

"Isn't all the money used to support you?" The hunter smiled, and instead of answering, he went to tease the woman.

Andre was obviously very bored. He listened to the hunter and the woman flirting in this tavern for a long time, and only when the two of them went upstairs half undressed did they put down the wine glass that hadn't moved much, and dropped a gold coin.

The woman who led him in immediately came over and took away the gold coins with a smile: "The person you are waiting for doesn't seem to give much face, why don't I stay with you all night?"

Andre smiled at him, making the woman's eyes dazzled: "No, the family is fierce."

He ignored the woman's dazed expression and walked out of the tavern.

Some people in the family still come to this kind of place, it's no wonder that they are afraid of evil, the woman rolled her eyes while rubbing the gold coins, and took away the red wine glass.

On the way home, Andre still received a lot of "lover" tokens.When he walked in the door, the old butler was startled by the things he was full of.

"Master hasn't come back yet." The old butler was stunned for a moment, and quickly recovered his due politeness, "Do you want to have dinner first?"

Andre was very interested in the craftsmanship of Lyons's cook.So dinner time is never missed.

Andre glanced at the clock, Lioness was 10 minutes later than usual.

"Wait for Lions to come back." Andre said, sitting on the sofa with his things in his arms.

Lyons was an hour and a half late today.

When he came home, Andrei had finished viewing the presents enthusiastically presented by the men and women of today.

Handkerchiefs are already small things, and some people are stuffing small boxes containing aphrodisiacs as gifts.

After Lions opened the door in a panic, what he saw was Andre, who he had been looking for half the night, and a table of strange and unscrupulous things.

As soon as the old butler greeted his master to enter the door, he felt an unprecedented low pressure, so he exited the living room knowingly.

"You injured a hunter with a professional title." Lyons came running back, his breath not steady.

Andre confessed to the accusation without repentance: "He deserved it, it was my mercy not to let him stop breathing."

"I also broke the holy artifact and threw away the restraining ornaments. Then I swaggered out from the blood hunt." Lyons stared at Andre, "Why did you do that?"

Andre leaned his head on the back of the sofa, turned his face to look at Lyons, and said innocently: "Oh, the mass was lost."

"I'm looking for my cat, what's wrong?"

"..."

This answer is obviously extremely perfunctory.Andre looked at Lioness and saw the sleeping Mass in his arms, so he showed a relieved expression: "It seems that the inspector helped me take good care of him! This is really an unpleasant misunderstanding, help me give that Apologize to Owen!"

He appears polite and merciful, and Lioness throws Mass out.The kitten flew into the air suddenly, screamed in horror, made a cushion on the armrest of the sofa and threw itself into Andre's arms.

"Where do you go to find cats and get back a bunch of lovers who have spent the night?" Lyons glanced at the things on the table and looked a little disgusted, "If you are interested in going to a brothel again, why don't I help you tonight You carried the coffin out?"

There is nothing wrong with the words, but the word "lifting the coffin out" sounds like treating a corpse.

Andre pursed his lips, feeling that the hunter's spacious and comfortable villa was obviously better than the small broken room full of other people's body fluids.

Lyons glanced at him, and threw down a cloth bag, which rattled and rattled.

Andre opened it suspiciously, and Lioness said in an emotionless voice: "Because you didn't cooperate with the test and caused casualties, congratulations, the current risk factor is the highest level in the history of blood hunting. Follow the regulations or wear a full set suppressor, or I'll strangle you with a rope."

Inside the cloth bag are all silver products engraved with patterns.

Andre poured them out, more bits and bobs than there were trinkets for fun.In addition to the bracelet, neck ring and ring, it is also frantically equipped with earrings, lip rings and nose rings.

Resisting the urge to burn everything clean, Andre gritted his teeth and asked, "May I ask if your association usually makes sacred objects or opens a jewelry store?"

"This is for women." Lyons said, "There is a researcher who was born as an aristocratic tailor, and his pursuit of beauty is a bit high."

"I don't remember that I'm a woman." Andre picked up the earrings, looked at them, and threw them on the floor.

"It's thanks to you." Lioness picked up the earrings and threw them back into Andre's arms condescendingly, "In order to allow a vampire with the highest risk factor to be a consultant, I emptied all the warehouses to get Nord agreed."

Andre smashed the cloth bag on the ground, and greeted the rolling ears on the side: "Mass, go back to the castle."

As soon as he stood up, he heard the sound of the gun being loaded behind him. Reines turned the silver gun and stared at Andre dangerously: "Stay here to handle the case, Andre, this is not a request."

Andre narrowed his eyes, and turned around leisurely holding Mass.

His eyes quietly turned blood red, and the vampire's fangs appeared coquettish and sharp because of his smile.

"Are you wishing on me, Hunter?"

"According to Chapter 378 and Article 46 of the ancient saying of the blood clan, I would rather you call it an order." Lyons was not surprised by his transformation, and also responded with a smile.

Andre doesn't like this word.Under the corner of his raised mouth, he asked, "Are you sure? Wasting an opportunity for a not-so-important case?"

"This incident is deeply involved, and the reappearance of the blood race is not a good omen." Lyons said, "I order you to help me investigate everything. Before that, you must contact me about any situation and your whereabouts." report."

"Okay. As you wish." Andre's voice fell, as if some ceremony had ended.

The blood in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he walked back to the coffee table holding the mass, and picked up the bag of silverware: "You still have two chances, use it carefully, human."

Reines didn't respond to his advice, he called people to throw away the mess on the table, looked at Andre and said, "Compared to this, my honorable prince, you might as well care about how to put on earrings and nose rings .”

Andre, who has maintained elegance for centuries, paused for a moment, and was quite distressed about the things in his hand.

Lioness took the stage win, flashing a satisfied but restrained smile as he left the hall for the restaurant.

"Looking forward to you tomorrow, Mr. Consultant." When he passed by Andre, he expressed his expectation intimately.

Andre put away the cloth bag, feeling that beating Owen didn't seem so refreshing anymore.