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The Lions were in Nancheng, and they had to contact the family members of the captured Sunwalker.If you don't have ten days and half a month, you won't be able to return to the North District.

The casino changed owners the next day.The one who took over was a wealthy businessman with a lot of political connections on him, so he was regarded as a neutral party drawn up by various forces.

The news about God was wiped out overnight and disappeared without a trace.The sunwalkers hidden among the nobles were also silent.It's as if the second floor of the casino is a collective dream that only strikes midnight.

Ryans has a special status, and finally returned to the suburban winery to settle down.

These things have nothing to do with the North District, until the fifth day when Andre was sleeping in the coffin, the villa ushered in an unexpected guest.

It was at noon when the sun was at its strongest, and Massa was running all over the room, meowing like a kitten in heat, but in fact, it was just hungry.

The old butler caught Mass who was playing wild in the house, fed it a piece of cooked chicken, and went to open the door with the cat in his arms.

The visitor wore a short uniform, a cloak, and a silver gun at his waist.

The old housekeeper was familiar with this attire, it was the uniform of Bloodhunter.

"You are the Lord of Blood Hunter? What a coincidence, the master is not at home..."

"I'm not looking for Lyons." Panting, the man hurriedly interrupted the old butler, "I'm looking for a vampire, I know he lives here...his name...his name is Andre! Yes, Andre! "

The butler frowned, put his palm on the restless cat's head, and smiled politely: "Sir, did you remember correctly, this is a hunter's house, how could there be vampires?"

"Don't try to lie to me!" the man shouted, and mysteriously took out a test tube and stuffed it into the hands of the old housekeeper, "Give this to him for me. Someone forced me to drink these things, so I ran out. He You know what it is when you see it. You send him to the tavern at the end of the poor street."

"Who forced you? What is this?" The old butler was confused and asked a few more words, but the man stopped talking.

"I can't tell you that you can't save me. Ask Andre to find me. It's in a slum area. There is a dilapidated tavern. The proprietress will greet customers at the door. It is decorated with wood. It's easy to find!"

The old housekeeper took the test tube and was still thinking about whether to refuse it, but the other party had already run away nervously.

The material of the test tube is ordinary, the glass surface is mottled, and half a tube of liquid is poured into it sparingly. It looks like a third-rate poison circulating on the black market.

The old housekeeper wanted to throw this thing away, but it was very rude to deal with the things casually because it was related to the guests of the family.

So the old butler chose to go upstairs and knocked on the door of the house that had been silent for a long time.

Mass hasn't been in "home" for a long time.Every time he tried to scratch the door, the old housekeeper found out in time and took him away forcefully.Suddenly having the opportunity to be close to "home" is more exciting than seeing lunch.

For a moment, the cat meowed loudly, the sound of sharp claws scratching the wooden door, and the sound of knocking on the door echoed in the corridor.It was so loud that it could break coffin boards.

After a "clicking" sound in the room, the doorknob turned.Andre opened the door with squinted eyes, and met the old butler who bowed politely, and Mass, who didn't stop and stuck his paw on his leg.

Since the owner didn't ask, the old housekeeper didn't cut Misa's nails without authorization, so Misa's claws were all sharpened by himself, and the sharp ones were no different from wild cats that needed to be hunted.

When the paw went down, blood was seen immediately.

Andre had never been injured much in his life, and he never thought that one day, his calf would be scratched by his own cat.

Misa knew that he had done something wrong the moment his paws scratched the flesh. He stared at the "victim" with his eyes wide open for 0.05 seconds, and then ran away.

It's a pity that if you want to compete with vampires, no matter how vigorous the animal is, you have to stand aside.

Andre grabbed Mass' fluffy tail and pulled the cat into his arms upside down.

Misa in his arms shrunk into a cat ball, with his ears drooping and close to his head, looking very pitiful.

Andre rubbed Mass' head, "Okay, I don't want to do anything to you."

"What's the matter?" Andre asked the old butler after finishing the mass.

The butler hesitated for a while, then took out the test tube: "A blood hunter came to visit you today. He said someone forced him to drink this, and he said that you would know what it was if you showed it to you. That man is crazy, he doesn't look too good It's normal. But I'm afraid I might miss your business..."

Andre took the test tube, "You did the right thing. What else did he say?"

The old butler heaved a sigh of relief, after all, disturbing a vampire's sleep sounds a little scary, "He said that you should go to the tavern at the end of the poor street to find him.

After describing the appearance of the bar, the old butler felt uneasy and asked, "Do I need to wait for the master to come back?"

"No need. He has to deal with the affairs of Nancheng, and it will be too late when he comes back." Andre said, "When did he come?"

"The sun is setting, and he doesn't look very good. He's wearing a bloodhunter uniform, and he looks like he's in his 30s."

"I see." Andre nodded, and handed the mass to the old housekeeper, "I still entrust you to take care of the mass these few days."

Juan Er thought that everything was over and that he could lie in his master's arms and go home peacefully. Unexpectedly, only 10 minutes later, the familiar wooden door closed again with a "snap" in front of him.The action was decisive and resolute, and the indifferent cat shed tears when he saw it.

Andre was in a bad mood.

The main reason is that he hasn't gotten enough sleep.

As soon as the test tube appeared, Andre guessed what it had to do with it.

The quality of the test tube this time was poor, and even the liquid inside was light red.After Andre opened it, he confirmed that it was only diluted blood, and that it came from a normal-level vampire.

The tavern Andre described by the butler was somewhat familiar.The tavern with wooden decoration and the sign of a woman is still a hit in the slums.

What's more, he spent a gold coin there not long ago and brought back a sachet.

Andre sighed, and couldn't help feeling how he could always get involved with these things.

As night fell, the market in the center of the North District was bustling.Beer barbecue, powder aromatherapy, noble and vulgar, all mixed together, messy and orderly.

Andre called a bat to send a message to Lyons.

The test tube was lying sideways on the table, the moonlight illuminated the cloudy liquid transparently, and the blood and water separated after a long time, making it look like a moldy red cocktail.

Andre didn't know if it was a commodity or poison.How is it produced in the North District, and how is it spread.

He didn't want to step into the muddy water that was already chaotic.

The night was getting darker, and a bat flew out of the window, with a roll of paper tied to its feet.

It was Lyons' answer.

Andre spread out the moonlight, and the handwriting on the note was thin, entrusting him:

——When I go back, don't act without authorization.

The corner of Andre's mouth curled up, and he threw the note on the ground, "Indecisive, Lions, deduct ten points."

The author says:

Andre: You're about to lose me, stupid human

Lyons: ...? ?