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Andre followed Lioness through the dark corridor and up the stairs.

When approaching the exit, there was a noise from outside the stairs.

Lyons frowned, having a bad premonition in his heart.

As soon as Andre's dark golden hair emerged from the entrance of the cellar, the voice of an imminent enemy entered his ears.

"Notice!"

After the shout, there was a neat mechanical sound.

There was a circle of people around the cellar. In addition to the patrols, there were priests holding Bibles and hunters in weird clothes.

Andre gave a "tsk" and looked at the leading man.

The man was about 40 years old, with rough skin and a neat gray beard.

Starting from the top of the left eye, there was a scar extending all the way to the bridge of the nose, and the flesh turned out, making his already tough face look even tougher.

Andre narrowed his eyes, and after putting away the gentle, decadent aristocratic atmosphere, he revealed the hostility and indifference that had tasted blood.

The change in the atmosphere was so obvious that all the people around were on alert, staring at Andre warily.

Lyons stood in front of Andre calmly and said: "President Nord. I have discussed related matters with you. Andre is currently a consultant for the 01 case. The current battle is not suitable."

"I'm not approving consultants who destroy a batch of munitions and cause panic. If I'm not old enough to have memory degradation, I remember that the approval document stipulates that vampire consultants must wear holy artifacts."

The man named Nord's tone sank, he turned his head to look at Reins, and suddenly asked, "Lines, where is his holy artifact?"

Lyons held up a silver ring with a diameter of about 10 centimeters, "It was just taken out of the Armed Forces [-] minutes ago."

He opened the ring, turned around and approached Andre.

Before the ring was clasped around his neck, Reins' cold voice sounded in the empty hall.

"The man I'm bringing here isn't a bloodhunt criminal. Other than that stuff and routine checks, he's an advisor to my night watch. I thought we'd agreed on that."

The cold metal was close to the skin, and Andre looked down at the hunter who stretched the murder weapon towards his neck, and said inaudibly: "Lines, I am not a hound that can be locked with a dog collar, this tattered silver ring and the inside The junk liquid had better be your last surprise for me."

The depression caused by Andre's dissatisfaction stopped at words.

The silver ring is buckled on the neck, and the liquid flows slowly through the carved patterns. When it touches the skin, it is like water pouring on hot iron.

Incantations are engraved on the outside of the silverware, and blessed holy water is poured inside.

The feeling of being suppressed flowed through the whole body, and the blood flow slowed down as if stagnant.

This feeling was uncomfortable, and the tingling pain from his neck also made Andre irritable.

Lioness didn't answer. After buckling the silver ring, he turned to look at Nord, and spread his hands, "My sincerity."

He glanced coldly at the priest and the hunter who were trying to sing, "Keep your promise, Nord."

This was a warning, and after saying the words, Leance put his hand on the gun at his waist.

The confrontation proceeded silently.

Nord looked at Andre for a long time before reaching out to signal to put down the gun, "I hope we can have a good cooperation."

This sentence was like a signal, and the tense atmosphere dissipated.Weapons were hidden and the crowd dispersed in an orderly manner.

Andre returned the same icy look to Nord before he left.

He hates war and hates humans.It doesn't mean that he is afraid of war or human beings.

There is no sunshine all day in the black pine forest, and it is lonely and deserted.

But fortunately, you don't have to deal with self-confident fools.

Andre thought so, and began to regret intervening in this troublesome matter.

He pulled the thing around his neck to adjust the position.The silverware immediately trembled like a confrontation, emitting a faint but dazzling white light.But in Andre's fingers, it was extremely powerless.

"Be patient." Lyons glanced at him.

Andre's skin is fair, but not slender.Because of the pulling, the muscles and bones from the lower jaw to the root of the neck protrude, declaring the master's strength and dissatisfaction.

The silver ring falls above the collarbone, and the lines of the beautiful neck are tight. The burn-like red marks are hidden behind the silver ring like chains, reflecting a sense of taboo with religious meaning.

Lyons looked away, hesitated to speak.

Andre let go of the annoying dog chain, and tilted his head to look at Lyons who was avoiding his eyes.

Most of the time when hunters don't speak human language, such evasion is rare.

The dark golden eyes narrowed in thought, and the collared vampire raised his mouth and asked, "Lynes, what are you hiding?"

Lyons gave the vampire who was smiling maliciously behind him a look, and replied without changing his expression, "I think if you send this outfit to the nobles, it should fetch a good price."

Although the cover-up was perfect, a momentary outlier was enough to please Andre.

He fumbled for the silver ring, and reminded like chewing bone and eating meat: "Then you have to be careful, those who dare to buy me will generally not end well."

The Bloodhunt chapter of the North Quarter is not a pleasant place to be.

The people living here are all superior clergymen and hunters who deal with blood clans.

In the eyes of the common people in the North District, this building full of reliefs is an indestructible prison, and it is also a forbidden place that cannot be desecrated and unwilling to step into.

And those who are closer to them are the night watchmen who take root in the downtown area.

Andre changed into his night patrol uniform, with a white base and golden buttons.Holding two boxes of files, he was one step behind Lyons, like a deputy who knew how to measure and did his duty.

Unlike Blood Hunt, Night Patrol is open to the outside world, accepts all case commissions, and acts as the sheriff of the North District.At the same time, he is also responsible for the safety of the North District at night.

Lyons called a deputy to take them to the girl's house to investigate the situation.

The sacred vessel on Andre's neck is particularly eye-catching.

Such holy artifacts will only be used against blood races.

The deputy was taken aback when he saw Andre, but didn't ask further questions.

The girl's home is in a clearing outside the black pine forest, where the sun intersects.

The wooden house was lifeless, and at noon, there was no smoke rising from the inside.

Lynes knocked on the door.The old wooden door was shaken by the wind and sun, and it was not until a long time later that a gap was carefully opened.

"Who are you?" A small head appeared from inside the door.The boy is about the same age as the girl, but not as thin as her.Although he is not fat and cute in vain, at least he seems to be doing well.

The boy looked around warily, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the adjutant, and called out, "Uncle."

He is not very old, and his voice is immature, a little frightened.

The adjutant stroked the boy's hair and asked, "Where's your grandmother?"

"I went to the city to buy food." The boy pushed open the door, "Do you want to come in and sit?"

The interior of the wooden house is as plain and simple as its appearance, and there is a light layer of dust in the house, which looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a while.

There was another boy in the room, who looked very small and looked like he was just learning to walk.

The elder brother moved a few chairs for the guests, boiled water decently, and put some broken tea in it: "Grandma will be back in a while, uncle will wait for her in a while."

Lions briefly inspected the layout of the home.Ordinary daily necessities, dry coarse bread, everything shows that this family is not rich.

"What kind of person is your uncle?" He knelt down and asked his elder brother who was sitting on the bed holding his younger brother.

"Uncle Henry is very good. Grandma said that the family is supported by him." The boy thought for a while, then added timidly, "But sometimes my uncle has a bad temper and beats my sister after drinking. He said that she is not up to date, and she will marry if she can't work. If you don’t go out, it’s useless to keep it.”

The boy spoke cautiously, his voice getting lower and lower.

Later, he felt that he had talked too much, so he pursed his lips and turned his head anxiously to find his assistant.

Lyons frowned and listened. Seeing that he was interested, the adjutant came over and rubbed the boy's short and soft hair to comfort him, "Is there anything else? Grandma will go to the city for a long time before she comes back. The more we know, the older sister will be soon." Come back soon."

The boy's eyes blinked, and he paused for a while and said, "Uncle often comes back late, or doesn't come back at all. But he often takes his sister out. When the sister comes back, she will be wounded. Once again, the grandmother quarreled with him, and later the sister There is no injury on the body."

"Don't tell grandma that I said it, she won't let me talk about things at home."

Lyons stood up, leaving the adjutant to comfort the little boy.

Andre has shrunk by the door since entering the door, dressed in white, which is out of place in the dilapidated house.

Seeing Lyons stand up and turn to him, he said, "The awakening of the bloodline caused by violence is rare. But it is not impossible."

"Is there any suspicious smell in this house?" Lyons asked.

Andre frowned and asked, "Are you talking about moldy bread, or over-fermented wine that hasn't been sealed properly for too long?"

Lions looked at him.

"Boring." Andre's beautiful eyes moved away from Lyons in disgust, "It's very clean, without the smell of blood. There is only a smell of dirty blood. Drinking, staying up late, smoking. This Uncle Hunter Typical trash, I'm afraid."

Lyons was noncommittal, watching Andre wrinkled his face, showing disgust unabashedly, "So the incentive is not in the family."

Andre looked at the boy sitting obediently on the bed, and suddenly approached and grabbed the boy's wrist.

When the boy saw Andre, he was taken aback for a moment, then fell silent.

Andre asked with a smile: "Do you know what my sister was taken out for?"

His voice is clear and soft, like a rose soaked in water.

The boy froze for a moment, then said intermittently: "No, I don't know."

Andre: "Would you like to talk about something related to my sister?"

The boy nodded and said: "My sister is very capable, but she doesn't like to talk to us. Uncle often takes her out, so we don't see him often"

The boy stared blankly at the front like a stuck machine, and continued as if remembering something: "However, my grandmother and uncle once quarreled and mentioned my sister. The grandmother said: 'She is just a child, and the injuries on her body have never healed. You let her go'."

"Others, I can't think of anything else!" The boy trembled a little.

Andre let go of his hand and comforted him gently: "It's okay. You're doing well."

The adjutant was a little nervous on the side, and turned his head to look at Reines as if asking questions. Reigns signaled him to stay calm and let Andre do it.

The boy quickly quieted down.

Lyons didn't ask about the case, but stared at Andre who got up, and said, "I didn't allow my consultant to use mind reading on ordinary people."

Andre's tenderness was fleeting.After getting up, he rubbed his palms on his cuffs, as if he touched something unclean.

Hearing this, he sneered and replied: "First of all, this is not mind reading. I just did a little guidance. Secondly, my dear sir, real consultants can't help you solve the case."

Lioness pursed his lips, looked at Andre, and finally compromised: "This is not an example."