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Lyons frowned at the overly positive words, but did not refute, waiting for Andre's next words.

"The mandala seal is a curse. He told me to be loyal to God and listen to God. He snatched the dominance in my body." The more Andre said, the more dangerous his eyes became, "This is a kind of master-servant contract."

When Lyons heard this term, he was stunned for a long time.

Contracts, arrays, and curse seals are all different.Both vampires and priests use formations.Kindred have the ability to cast curses forever, while Priests can undo them.The contract can exist between any race.

For a long time, although the physical fitness and lifespan of the vampires are much higher than that of humans, because of the existence of hunters and priests, the two still restrict each other.

But the master-servant contract is a completely different concept.A contract requires two parties to reach an agreement and make an agreement under the supervision of the gods of their respective beliefs.The word "master and servant" shows the inequality in it.

A person with the status of a master can order the servants at will, and the master has the ownership of the servants, including life.

not to mention--

"The tattoos on everyone's body are mandalas. The mother bond belongs to one person." Lyons closed his eyes, reluctantly expressing his conjecture.

Andre raised his bruised right hand, "The smell is the same as what I smelled on Carl, so unfortunately, you guessed it, sir."

"Who's the mother?" Lyons asked.

"You already have a guess, so why ask me more. And I can tell you that you guessed it right." Andre glanced at him, opened the door as if avoiding the topic, and then saw the door hiding Carl in the corner.

The tall man raised his head, with flaxen hair and bright red eyes, he looked like a beast's cub. If his wrists and fangs didn't have pieces of flesh, he would be a perfect pet.

Andre had smelled Carl just now, but he didn't expect this "lower blood" to bite his wrist.

He was frightened by the smell of the prince that Andre unconsciously gave off when he resisted the seal.

The bloodiness of the scene made Lions who came out after him also sullen.

Lyons forgot about the vampires who had joined him in the southern district, and decided to revive the "sick" outside the house first.

"Come in and get bandaged." Lioness took out the medical items he carried with him and greeted Carl.

The level suppression within the blood clan is very absolute.Andre had dealt with his aura as quickly as possible, but Daywalker was still affected.

Andre opened the door and motioned Carl to enter the room, "How are they?"

"Mostly unaffected." Carl was a little frightened, and quietly stood a step away from Andre, "Only me and another B-level daywalker felt more strongly, and he just ran out."

"You... what did you just do..."

Karl turned his carefree appearance into a cautious and unpretentious one.Lioness grabbed his uninjured left wrist and bandaged it.

The alcohol stinging on the flesh was very stinging, but Karl just frowned and didn't react much.

Andre stayed where he was for a moment, waved the glass shards in the trash can on the coffee table, "I had a drink."

"You...you drank the blood of God!?"

"Sit down."

"hiss--!"

Carl clutched his wrist and stared viciously at the bastard businessman who was stabbing his wound.

However, today's businessman is full of aura, and he is not treacherous at all. Holding his breath, Carl sat back on the sofa and poked his head to look at Andre honestly, "Where's the mark? Do you have a mark on the back of your hand!"

"What does the mark represent, tell me." Andre covered the back of his hand and looked at Karl.

His tone was undeniable, it sounded not only in a bad mood, but even a sign of losing his temper at any time.Carl shrank his neck, remembering the terrible coercion just now.

"I don't know exactly what he is. It's like a pair of eyes attached to your body." Carl said in a deep voice, "Every day walker who comes here to drink the potion voluntarily or is forced to either go crazy and die, or Be blessed by God to survive."

"The mandala is a symbol of God's gift." Karl raised the hand with the mark mockingly, "but I think it is a mark of a slave."

"Since having this mark, we've been hearing God's word and hearing what He wants us to do, and I can't and won't be against it. But it's not something 'I' want to do at all. I don't believe it at all God of shit, if that damn red hair didn't trick me into having food here, I wouldn't even come here!"

Carl was emotional, and the gauze that had just been tied was starting to turn red.Lyons got up expressionlessly, and put the alcohol aside: "The businessman doesn't do charity work, the first bandage is free, and the second time is a gold coin."

"Are you a profiteer? You want me a gold coin for this bit of torn gauze?" Carl gave up his anger in an instant, and yelled at Lyons.

"You're in good spirits." Andre praised, while letting go of the back of his hand, "I've got a surprise for you."

"What a surprise..." Karl turned his head and saw a beautiful hand with long fingers and protruding knuckles. It was clean and there was no trace of mandala flowers.

Carl is stuck.

He has been in the black market for several years, and he is not a simple fool.If he was a naturally awakened and noble-blooded Sunwalker, he could barely believe it. At this moment, his suspicion of Andre was finally slowly raised to the throat.

"Did you really drink 'divine blood'?" Carl stood up and asked seriously.

"A whole one. And here," Andre nodded on the back of his hand, "the imprint of a mandala did indeed appear."

"Then what are you..."

"I have my method." Andre put down his hand, "There are addictive things in the potion, do you know?"

Carl hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"What do you want to gather so many Sunwalkers here?"

"..." Carl lost a kind of light in his eyes looking at Andre.

Scrutiny, doubt, fear.There is also trust after helplessness

Every time Andre reads an emotion, he is satisfied.

This is the feeling that human beings should have.

"I want to get out," Carl said.

Lyons caught the details in Carl's words and asked, "Is it the daywalker who wants to go out, or you want to go out?"

"……I."

Andre raised a smile and looked at Lions.

The hunter looked at Carl, his face was like an iron plate used to fry steak.

Carl couldn't read their stares, so he stood in the middle and suffered.

Andre broke the deadlock, "Stop using divine blood, can it be done?"

"It's hard." Karl shook his head. "It's not just about addiction. Sunwalkers who refuse to take the blood of God will be regarded as traitors and will be recycled."

"What exactly does recycling mean?" asked Lyons.

Carl's eyes flickered, and he said softly: "From a predator to a food."

Until Carl left, Lions didn't say another word.

The operating mode of the black mandala is basically clear.The contract is the main means to control the Sunwalker, and the resources and financial resources the guild has in the black market can also attract countless people to join, not to mention they also have the magic medicine that can make people live forever.

Money, fame and wealth, including life, almost all human desires can be realized here.The black mandala took advantage of people's cowardice and greed to develop rapidly in the black market.

Not only that, but they did not raise wild, rebellious wolves.It's a group of stupid pigs who are willing to give their lives.

Andre's smile is bestowed on Lyons, and also on the believers of these "gods".

"Do you still want to save these daywalkers? Oh, no, it should be said, do you still want to save these monsters that used to be daywalkers?" Andrei leaned on the printed wallpaper, his falling blond hair cast many shadows on his face, His eyes seemed to peer out of an abyss.

"There will be no new progress if we stay here. We must find a way to enter the higher level of the guild." Lyons avoided Andre's question.

"The mother bond is the blood clan who left the note in the southern district, right?" Lyons continued the topic discussion just now, and threw the question to Andre.

Andre raised his eyebrows, nodded, and chose to agree to the hunter's request to change the subject.

The despicableness of human beings is not the hunter's fault, and he will not go to the bottom of this to find other people's unhappiness.

"He called your father, who is he?"

Andre frowned, and said displeasedly: "Our contract does not include knowing my private life, sir."

"Even if it's related to the case?"

Hearing this, Andre seemed to have heard some interesting sophistry. He turned his head and looked at Lions, "Only you care about the case, Lions. I have no responsibility for the survival of human beings or blood races. Breaking away from everything and living in seclusion in the dense forest is the only way to escape trouble the best solution. Don’t overdo it.”

"..." Lions stared at Andre silently, and finally gave up arguing with a vampire who didn't need to pay any social responsibilities to humans about the survival of the race.

"What if I order you with a contract?"

"Are you talking about wasting a wish?" Andre looked at Reigns like a surprised devil, "Honestly, I'm looking forward to your doing this, Reince."

Lynes shut his mouth.He himself didn't dare to confirm what was wrong with him just now to make such an uneconomical request.

It's just that there was a little bit of resentment stuck in his heart, which gave him a wonderful feeling of disgust and suffocation.This feeling is too novel.Before Lioness had time to think about it carefully, he heard Andre say:

"Before that, we have to discuss what you want to achieve in the end. Is it just to find out the relationship between the blood hunting and the guild, or to uproot this place."

Andre bluntly ignored the hunter's request and took it as a provocation.

"There are a lot of dignitaries involved here, and the backing behind the guild must not be simple. So how should the cautious detective make a choice?"

He was sarcastic about the Southern District Auction House.Lyons understood, and felt no shame as he had a good mental quality.

"This is different from the Southern District. The auction house is high-sounding, the nobles directly intervene, and the Blood Hunt intervenes in the power of the Southern District, which is essentially a declaration of war." Lyons said.

"I'm not interested in listening to your theory, telling me your decision." Andre disdains to understand the strange power constraints among human beings.

Lyons stopped his tirade and replied succinctly: "Destroy as much as possible."

Andre smiled with satisfaction: "A beautiful choice, sir."

The author says:

On this day, the housekeeper Carl found out that the blonde beauty he likes doesn't seem to be easy to provoke! (error)