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Andre glided in the night wind and landed on the carriage packed with day walkers.

The heavy curtains covered the carriage tightly, the oil lamp had been extinguished, and the sound of snoring could be heard from time to time.

Andre squeezed into the carriage from the corner, the furry body of the bat just blocked the raised curtain, preventing all the light.

Silence is the most basic skill of the blood race, and at the same time, hunting quiet animals is also the ability a hunter should have.

A cool breeze entered the warm compartment. The temperature here is not friendly to day walkers, and most people are sleeping with frowns.Except for the only one, a hunter who fishes in troubled waters.

Andre stepped on the crossbeam in the carriage all the way across the daywalker, and keenly found Lyons sitting upright with his eyes closed in the corner.

The carriage was small, and Andre didn't like the warmth, so he stepped on Lyons' thigh in a grand manner, and walked leisurely all the way into the hood of the black cloak.

Bat claws can be hooked on branches, and the claws are absolutely sharp.Only separated by a layer of linen clothes, the tip unceremoniously scratched the hunter's skin, leaving many slender white marks.

Andre dawdled, even at the distance from his waist to his ears, he refused to condescend to use his wings, and climbed up little by little with his paws.

There are many things hidden in the hunter's cloak. The sounds of sharp claws brushing against the scabbard, silver guns, and potions are endless, like a huge symphony orchestra in the carriage.

Lyons closed his eyes and dozed off, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when his neck sank and Andre returned to his "Queen's Treasure Pocket".

"Sir, you're awake." The bat's paws touched the skin of the hunter's neck, and the fluff rubbed against his earlobe. "You have a lot of secrets."

Andre's voice was kept very low, indistinct in the darkness, it disappeared at the touch of a touch.

Lyons crouched in a corner, closed his eyes, as if he didn't hear anything.

"Quiet." Lyons picked up the hood, and Andre grabbed his neck with his claws, and screamed in surprise.

The voice of the blood race in the bat state was distorted, and it sounded like a slightly delicate exclamation in the ears.Lyons choked for a moment and said, "Someone is awake."

There was a rustling sound in the carriage, someone yawned and lay down again.

"..."

Lyons coughed and felt two sharp teeth sticking to the blood vessels on his neck, small and sharp, exactly the same as Andre's fangs.

Although there are wooden windows nailed on both sides inside the carriage, and a heavy curtain covers the entrance in the front, the light that should be there in the morning still shines into the carriage through every gap.

Andre finally spared Lions' neck, because the daywalkers in the carriage gradually woke up, and several of them moved to Lions' side with great enthusiasm.

It was Hoss who came.There were many eyes behind Hoss, with trust, scrutiny, and disdain.

"The carriage stopped for a while, it should have arrived." Hoss squeezed in front of Lyons, blocking the small corner tightly.

The few rays of sunlight penetrating into the carriage were strictly blocked by Hoss, and the shadows stretched very long on the ground.

Is it a temptation, a threat, or a draw.

Lioness easily reads these three meanings from Hoth's actions, thoughtful but slightly deliberate.

Lyons nodded in response, as if he accepted the olive branch thrown by the other party.Hoss smiled gently and said, "We'll try not to disperse for a while."

As he spoke, he looked back, and there were three or four men sitting in the other corner of the car, and a woman, looking at Lyons and nodding at him.

The horse neighed slightly outside the carriage, and the sound of horseshoes stepping on the ground could be heard.Immediately after the curtain was lifted, a messenger poked his head out and said, "Here we are, come out."

The messenger handed out the papers drawn with the magic circle one by one. A woman in a black robe was waiting in front of her, holding a huge silver basin in her hand, which was filled with a transparent liquid.

The woman bowed to the daywalkers and said respectfully: "Welcome to the temple, future god servants. Please accept the gift of God first, wash away the dust, and offer your sincerity."

The messenger pointed to the woman and said, "This is a nun. You can enter the temple after you put the test paper in your hand and wash your hands."

After he finished speaking, he also bowed to the woman: "May God's will always follow you and me, and the rest will be left to you."

The woman has gentle eyebrows and eyes, and looks about 30 years old.She is beautiful enough and holy enough when she smiles.

"Master Messenger, God ordered you to stay here and participate in the grand ceremony for a few days."

"Grand Ceremony? When did this kind of thing come out?" The messenger looked back at the carriage belonging to the messenger, hesitating.

"This is God's will." The nun bowed steadily while holding the heavy silver basin.

"I see, thank you nun for conveying."

After the envoy left, the nun handed the silver basin to the leading Sunwalker, "Please, Your Excellency."

Her voice was soft and her appearance was pretty. The black robe covered her figure one by one, revealing only her pearly wrist.

She is like an angel sent by "God".

The leading daywalker was pleased by the sound of "Master God Attendant", and took out the paper with the magic circle drawn on it and put it in the basin.The water in the silver basin boiled instantly, the ink on the paper was smeared, and at the same time, a stream of dark red blood floated up.

When the paper was boiled, the blood and ink disappeared completely, and the silver basin became pure and transparent again.

"Clean your hands." The nun reminded.

Sunwalker was dumbfounded, stretched his hand in in a panic, washed it twice, and then took it out.

The mandala on the back of his hand dipped into the silver basin, like the roots of a flower sinking into the soil, a wisp of smoke suddenly grew from the petals, coiled and grew into a string of letters.

The nun comforted everyone in time after they showed their panic: "This is God's evaluation and approval for you, my lord."

Daywalker was stunned for a while, then looked down at the imprint on the back of his hand.The smoke wrapped around his name and rank, and was printed on the back of his hand in an extremely coquettish manner.

Many day walkers began to discuss.Andre lay on Lyons' shoulders, so hot that he lifted his hood from time to time, letting the biting wind blow in against the hunter's neck.

"It's just a little trick. It's just a matter of transferring the information carried by the magic circle to the spell seal. This little magic won't work if it encounters bloodstains from two different bloodlines." Andre raised his head to look ahead as he spoke. Lioness, "Do you need my help, my lord who stole other people's blood."

Lyons' pupils were half an inch away from Andre, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Yinpen processed the formation very quickly, and the team quickly shrank, and soon arrived at Lyons.

Andre fastened the hood so that the bat didn't even expose the tip of its wings, completely avoiding the possibility of being discovered.

The paper fell into the silver basin, and the liquid boiled. The nun gave a soft "huh" and murmured, "Why is there so little blood in this one?"

She looked up at Lyons, half of his face was hidden in the hood, and he didn't say a word, looking extremely difficult to get along with.The nun reminded: "There are not enough sacrifices to God, please wash your hands for a longer time."

Lyons nodded and dipped his right hand into the silver basin.

The little bat wings on his neck brushed against his ears with a "crash", and a mandala imprint appeared on the back of his right hand in an instant, growing slowly, outlining Lions' name and a cursive letter "C".

The name that came out of the smoke was sharp, with a touch of ease in the sharpness, clear and beautiful.

The nun blinked her eyes, as if she had never seen such a mark.

Lions took out his hand, wiped the cloak clean, and asked, "Is it all right?"

"Ah!" The nun woke up and said hastily, "That's all right, may God be with you, sir."

Lyons nodded, dropping his arms.A long cloak covered the back of his hands.He passed the nuns and met Hoth who was waiting for him.

Hoss, Huangmao, and several other daywalkers got together, and when they saw him coming, they all got up.Hoss clicked on the sign on the side and said, "Together?"

Lyons nodded and followed.

The location of the shrine is some distance away from where the nuns are, and you have to walk through a winding mountain road.There is only one road, filled with nagging signboards, surrounded by railings, and painted with magic circles.Like a prison in the guise of a tavern.

Lions took a few steps behind Hawes and took off his hood.

Andre was able to see the sun again, and felt that he was so hot that he almost took a shower, and his fur was a little damp.

"I'm asking for a vacation at the end of this time. The working environment you provided is too bad, sir." Andre spread out his wings to dissipate heat, and covered both palms of Lions with eloquence.

"Assisting in committing a crime is the job of a consultant. Besides, you came up with this plan yourself." Lyons walked steadily, his two bent arms didn't even shake, like a believer holding a bat to make an offering .

Andre lay on his back, raised his paws, and gave Lyons a supercilious look.

"You should thank me, if I'm not in your hood, your tattoo will be exposed." The bat turned over, and the claws at the end of the wings were clasped on the fingertips, "In return..."

"Personal privacy, no comment." Lyons knew what Andre was going to ask, and resolutely refused.

"Here we are," Hoss called from the front.

Lions pulled up his cloak and threw Andre back into the hood, "Here..."

The building in front of it is magnificent and magnificent, the dark stone bricks are polished smooth, the stone pillars are towering, carved with various patterns, mysterious and holy.There are many moss plants coiled in the cracks.The dark green was dyed on the "temple", adding a trace of time.

The stone gate was closed tightly, and many daywalkers gathered in front of the gate.Everyone was amazed by this building.

Lioness complexion is not very good.

Andre looked at the so-called "temple", and suddenly laughed as if meeting an old friend again.

"Oh, isn't this the old site of Blood Hunt, Lord Inspector?"

The huge circular relief on the stone gate is full of scenes of melee.Some humans with fangs were killed, and some hunters who raised their silver guns did not bite off their necks.Only the top part, a man with a thin body whose face cannot be seen clearly stands, like a god overlooking all living beings.