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The small group sitting around the living room was half as small the next day.

With a sullen face, Hoss waited until noon, but the team did not expand. After cursing in a low voice, "a group of fools without vision", he led the people away.

Many low-level day walkers in the brick house have not dared to show their heads. In the afternoon, two men with hoods hurried out. So far, there has been no movement in this house.

Black Market Streets where daywalkers belong are seldom so lively.The front gate of the guild was full of people, and the selection of the servant had to take another test. After the blood was drawn

Drop it on a piece of paper with a magic circle drawn on it, and the color that appears represents the level.Almost identical to the attic test.

The gray daywalkers were grouped together on one side, and the other colors were on the other side.

The numbers of the two teams are diametrically opposed, and there may not even be a C-level or above day walker among ten people.

Lyons stood at the end of the line and grabbed the bat that was making trouble around his neck: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, find a good place to watch your magic show. Or are you going to be cannon fodder at the gray side?" Andre's claws caught the flesh from the neck to the shoulder of Lyons, as if he had found a branch with a perfect angle.

The huge hood perfectly covers the bat, and it is difficult to find a small animal hidden in it, except that there is an extra ball at the lower end of the hat if you look closely.

Lions grabbed Andre by the wingtips and pulled him down.

The team moved forward quickly, and the testers had never even seen Karl, and they were messengers from the "God".

The subjects all showed joy when they were assigned to the team with the fewest number.They are like meat ducks who have been squeezed, and they are complacent about getting the right to mate.

"Take off the hood." The messenger raised his head and clicked his tongue, calling out to Karl in a bad tone.

Karl took off his hood without saying a word. In the distant team, Huos was talking with his new partner and didn't notice Karl.

"Name." The messenger said as he picked up the silver blade and cut a hole under Karl's hand.

The formation was soaked in blood, and the black light was like shining black crystal.

The messenger's eyes lit up, and he murmured: "I didn't expect there to be a good one. It can be used as a human hand."

Carl heard this sentence clearly across from him, raised his head and said, "Carl, where should I go?"

"It's A-level." The messenger smiled, turned his head to look at the few teams, and happily made a decision, "Don't go to any side, just follow me."

This action drew exclamations from a group of people around. Karl quickly wrapped his hood and stood beside the messenger.

Hoss turned his head when he heard the sound, only to see a man with a familiar figure and a black cloak.

"What's going on here?" Hoss asked.

Huang Mao scolded behind him: "There's an A-level monster coming in, damn it, I've never heard of such a person."

Hoss frowned and asked, "Is there a name?"

"Ghost knows, an old man's voice is as thin as a woman's, so he can hear everything."

The man in the front row turned around and added Huang Mao's words: "It's Karl."

"What?" Huang Mao yelled, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like it, "No way, isn't that idiot B... He can't be like you, and his blood can be promoted, right?"

"Hush!" Hoss interrupted Huang Mao, and many people looked at them curiously.It seems that they want to get information from A-level day walkers.

Huang Mao was taken aback, not daring to cause trouble among this group of people, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

Lions took off his hood early, and the test result barely stopped in the middle of C and D.The envoy looked him around and made a decision: "The source of blood is quite high, and the potential is good. Let's go to that team."

Lions just met Huos Huangmao's eyes, nodded, and stood at the end of the line.

Until the end of the test, there was no more C-level daywalker.Two teams of daywalkers led by different messengers will leave the black market tonight.

"Why are you in such a hurry." Reins whispered, and after a moment of vacancy, he tore off the cloak abruptly, and the fur ball with short fluff on the neck had long since disappeared.

"Andre?"

The surrounding area was quiet and no one responded.

Lyons lowered his face, and was about to find an excuse to arrest someone, but was stopped by Hoss first.

Huo Si not only followed the yellow hair, but also followed two or three new faces.The other daywalkers who came out of the stone house in the morning had already been refurbished and were thrown into another team.

"Lines. It's a pity that you didn't walk with us this morning." Hoss made a regretful expression, "But fortunately, good people always gather together."

This sentence directly divides the D-level daywalkers into a group. While praising each other, it also has a sense of wooing.

The few daywalkers around Howth didn't make sense of this, and looked extremely proud.Lyons held out his hand, "I missed it this morning, it's nice to see you here."

"Where's your companion? Didn't he come?" Hoth asked.

Lyons shrugged: "Not everyone has the courage and ability of a superior. Unfortunately, he chose to stay in the black market."

"He is not suitable for you." Hoss laughed. "Which is more important, lust or fate, we all know it well. I just came to say hello to you, and I will take care of you in the future."

Lyons nodded, and watched the group walk up to the carriage that came to pick them up.

The messenger was already urging, he didn't have time to find Andre, Lyons wrapped himself in the hood and blended into the carriage.

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Karl followed the messenger into another carriage nervously.

He wore a hood all the time, said nothing, and pretended to be mysterious, which actually aroused the envoy's interest.

"Carl? Really? My name is Noz." The messenger handed him a glass of high-quality beer, and took out a few slices of jerky, "A-level daywalker, to be honest, I haven't received a new colleague for a long time. Trust you You shouldn’t hate human food, please use it.”

"Thank you." Carl took the jerky.

Noz showed no dissatisfaction with his indifference, and started the topic enthusiastically: "I will test that for you, and it will be the same as you when it comes. Life in the black market is difficult, and it's normal for you to have doubts."

"Have you ever seen God?" Carl asked while holding a beer.

Noz was stunned for a moment, and said, "I haven't seen it. Only a servant of God is qualified to meet God. But if you want to live more, you don't want to be a servant of God."

Karl frowned, and asked, "Why is it so early to summon God Servant this time?"

"Everything is God's will." Noz gave him a handful of dried meat, "The less you know, the longer you live."

Karl responded, holding the dried meat and crouching in the corner of the carriage, hiding himself in the shadows.

There were no windows on all sides of the carriage, and it was boarded up, and no one knew the way.Noz fell asleep in the middle of the night.Carl gnawed at his jerky in a daze.Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the pocket.

Andre abandoned the boring hunter when Lyons was doing the test, and turned to Karl's pocket, and followed him into the carriage all the way.

The little bat jumped to Noz's ear and whispered something.Noz fell into a deeper sleep.

After getting rid of the envoy who got in the way, Andre simply turned back into a human form, squeezed next to Carl, and praised: "It's a good job."

Karl was not yet used to Andre's wonderful witchcraft, but having someone he knew around him eased his tense nerves a lot.

"Why did you come here?" Carl sniffed Noz's breath, habitually worried, "What will happen when someone comes, you go back quickly."

"Carl." Andre leaned on the carriage, his eyes were like waves on the seashore during the bumps, "I have to say, you are cute."

Carl froze in the shadows.Then he realized that Andre was not a D-rank daywalker at all.A person who scares him and can transform into a bat at any time may be much more capable than A-level.

Andre watched Carl shrink back in embarrassment with satisfaction.After all, here with the prince, to praise someone is either delicious or cunning.

Lovely, but a modification of stupidity.

Andre avoided wasting time entangled with Karl, and directly opened the cabinet in the carriage.

After breaking open a silver lock, he found the mezzanine from inside the cabinet at the lowest level. Inside was a stack of papers with formations drawn on them, corresponding to the names and ranks of the daywalkers.

Andre pulled out the one from Lyons, and pressed the formation with his palm, the gray-black light flickered, and the formation fluctuated like the surface of water.

With the violent vibration of the paper, a few drops of blood reluctantly floated out from the center of the formation and landed on Andre's fingertips.

Carl hid aside, watching Andre put the paper into the drawer in disgust, locked the silver lock, and then licked a few drops of blood from his fingertips into his mouth.

"Are...are you hungry?" Carl rolled up his sleeves and approached Andre with a dignified look.

"Not hungry. I'm here to catch the liar." Andre narrowed his eyes, his tone was bad, like a cat got a live mouse.

Karl didn't understand, he just put back his rolled up sleeves and buttoned them up, moving a little further away from Andre.

Reigns didn't seem to be doing too well, Carl thought to himself silently after recollecting Andre's eyes, and reduced his malice towards the imaginary enemy.

After finishing handling the cabinet, Andre went to look at the back of Noz's hand. Sure enough, there was a mandala mark there.And the color is much darker than that on Carl.

"Do people who usually come to recruit god servants also have a mandala mark?" Andre asked.

"No." Carl replied quickly, "I am very concerned about this thing, so I remember very clearly that people who come here usually will not recruit envoys, nor will they recruit C-level day walkers, and the test will only be conducted at night."

Andre nodded and said to Carl, "Hold out your hand and give you a gift."

Karl stretched out his hand, and Andre held something in Karl's palm.

Andre's skin was cold. This was not the temperature that a human being or a day walker should have. It was like a coffin covered with morning dew, without any temperature that belonged to a living thing.

The cold, smooth touch has passed, replaced by the feeling of short hairs sliding in the palm of the hand, and the thin breath spraying in the palm.

"Something calls me to him, oh yes, you can give him a name by the way." After Andre finished speaking, he disappeared into the carriage.

Facing the sleeping Noz, Karl carefully spread his palms.

There lay a small pink-gray bat in a ball.