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Andre was a little overwhelmed by Lyons' sudden humor, and after confronting the hunter for half a minute, he raised his hand and surrendered.

"The name Lawrence is somewhat familiar to me. He is a member of the blood family nobles. The patriarch of that family is naturally philandering, has countless merciful outsiders, and has many heirs, but their abilities are all average. Lawrence is one of them." Andre said.

"He is a standard conceited idiot. He has always had a bad reputation in the blood clan. I didn't expect to see him here. His appearance at least proves that the blood clan nobles are behind the black mandala."

Andre said with a smile, "It's interesting to say, this guild has blood hunters, blood clans, and old enemies teaming up. It's really rare."

"Among the soldiers patrolling the road just now, most of them were human beings, and they didn't have the imprint of datura flowers on the back of their hands." Lyons said, "Even if the blood race and the blood hunters join forces, I don't think they are a family. "

"I agree." Andre responded happily, "So the simplest and most effective way is to sow discord. I believe that with Lawrence's temperament, he will definitely not win the favor of human friends."

"The same goes for the blood hunter's civil servants." Lioness agreed, criticizing the blood hunter's useless idiots harshly.

"There is good news and bad news at the moment." Andre asked, "Which one do you want to hear first?"

Today's Andre had too many questions, and Lioness looked at him coldly, with no intention of responding.

Andre swung his red wine glass and took a sip from his mouth, "The good news is that we have something to provoke disputes. The bad news is that Lawrence and I have a bad relationship, or we can say that there is a grudge, one-sided .”

"So he is very familiar with my breath, and it will definitely reveal clues after a long time. And," Andre said, pointing to a room similar to an office that he just passed by, "Unfortunately, I saw it there Your portrait, the one with a wanted notice written on it."

"..." Lions didn't expect that Andre would still have time to peek into other rooms, and he didn't expect that the arrest warrant could reach here.

The arrest warrant means that the guild must have contact with the blood hunters, and it also proves that Lioness will be recognized sooner or later.And because of the existence of Lawrence, Andre's identity is also easily exposed.They have to figure out a way before they are discovered.

"There will be a feast in ten days. I don't think there will be a feast given by God. It's probably another trap." Andre analyzed, seeing Lioness nodding in agreement, he took out another goblet from the wine cabinet , Pour red wine for Lioness.

"I have a solution here. Is the Inspector interested in hearing it?"

Andre's glass of wine and this proposal came too naturally and by coincidence.It's hard not to suspect that it was premeditated.

But vampires are the best at setting traps, and the bait is precise and delicious.Lyons took the wine glass and made a fish that the wisher took the bait from.

The guild still provides high-quality divine blood as food to the new servants every day.The envoys who came with them stayed with the daywalkers all the time. After Noz was named a traitor, the remaining envoys became quieter and more withdrawn.Never communicated with anyone else.

Andre was quite curious about this attitude.As a daywalker who became an emissary, his room was arranged together with other emissaries.Those rooms are closed all day long, except when the nuns come to deliver the blood of the gods, a gap will be opened, and the rest of the time is closed.

The temple passed through three days without incident.Until the house at the end of the corridor was forcibly pushed away by a group of soldiers wrapped in cloaks.

Patrols only come and go at night.In order to find out the purpose of the guild as soon as possible, Andre went out every night to inquire.

The temple was extremely quiet at night, and even the honor guard of nuns holding blood bottles disappeared without a trace.Everything seemed peaceful and soft.

This situation lasted for three days, and on the fourth day, Andre finally waited for the devil hidden in the statue.

The patrols are not as quiet as the nuns, with silver guns in their cloaks and holy relics on their backs.They are patrols and well-equipped hunters.

Andre saw many familiar faces among them.They might have belonged to Owen, or they might have belonged to a civilian detective.There are still a few left, and I have seen them in black market taverns.

It's a complicated team.Hunters, cops, criminals, gangsters, and madmen.They all put on their uniforms and served the "God" with a serious face.

The patrol team is ready today.Andre was very lucky. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the menacing team, so he concealed the door and observed quietly.

The room next to him belonged to an angel of God.

Someone on the patrol pried open the lock with a knife blade, kicked the door open, and closed the door before anyone inside moved.

There were two patrol members at the door, and they dragged the submissive nun who had been following behind from the end to the door, and raised their chins to signal her.

The nun was holding a blood bottle in her hand, and her steps were pushed staggeringly, but there was no unnecessary panic or disgust on her expression.

"If you don't go in, the formation will attack you indiscriminately." Holding the blood bottle, the nun said to the two men who were behind her.

The two men cursed, pushed the nun away, and pointed at the woman's nose to threaten: "Stop playing tricks, your master has to bow down to our detective, and you won't be able to escape if anyone dies today."

The nun frowned, took a step back to avoid the man's fingers that smelled of silver embroidery, and said nothing.

The men had nothing to do with the women and were afraid of the formation, so they entered the door cursing.

The corridor was long and narrow, and the nun watched the door close, then turned and bent down towards the dark corridor with the blood bottle in hand.

The knocking sound of the high-heeled shoes on the ground echoed, and the nun held the blood bottle and saluted respectfully: "My lord."

Lawrence has changed into a dress, and the hat is still exaggerated. When he tilts his head, it will press on the bridge of the nose, revealing only one eye.

"Hey, my friend has come to grab my food disobediently again?" Lawrence paced, holding the blood bottle, his long nails scraping against the glass surface, making a screeching sound.

"There are 13 people in total, and there are no senior agents. But according to their behavior, they should be instructed by Owen." The nun raised her right hand as she said, a bracelet with engraved patterns on her slender and pale wrist, and a circle around her wrist burn.

"My God, look at what these rude fools have done to my darling!" Lawrence exclaimed, taking the nun's wrist pitifully, scraping the bracelet with his claws, breaking the sacristy in two.

He pinched the nun's chin and fondled it lovingly, "Idiots who don't know how to appreciate beauty. Self-righteous weaklings. We should teach these humans some lessons, right?"

The nun stood obediently, seemingly enjoying Laurence's touch, "Yes, Mr. Earl."

Lawrence raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, his two sharp fangs shone in the moonlight shining into the corridor.

"You know me best." He said as he pulled out the quill from the nun's hand, drew a formation on the door, opened the door and walked in.

Lawrence did not conceal his aura and characteristics at all, perfectly occupied the temple, and used it as his lair.Fortunately, there are a lot of day walkers and vampires here, and the mixed breath is not easy to attract Lawrence's attention.

Andre squeezed through the door, grabbed the hem of Lawrence's exaggerated tuxedo, and sneaked into the room.

The array blocks sound and absorbs blood, as the patrol wishes, but they have no interest in sharing a room with a vampire.

The decoration of the house was similar to that of the room where the Day Walker lived, except that the huge carpet spread out in the living room was now covered with blood, which meandered towards the door and was completely absorbed by the working formation.

"Tsk. Look at what you have done to the messengers of God!" Lawrence raised his crutches and knocked on the ground pretending to be angrily, interrupting the patrol team that surrounded him.

The blood in the center of the carpet was extremely muddy, and sporadic scorched debris fell from it.In the corner, a man clutched his arm and groaned in pain. Not far away lay a corpse in a patrol uniform.

In a puddle of blood, the envoy was huddled on the carpet. The burn marks and bleeding wounds on his body continued to heal.Compared with the patrol members who were screaming in the distance, the envoy's tolerance was obviously much higher.

Lawrence looked at the man on the ground with admiration, and from the corner of his eye turned to the patrol who retreated automatically.

They were well equipped, enough bullets and holy relics to kill all the daywalkers in the temple.

"If I'm not blind, your Excellency is holding a sacred artifact belonging to the blood hunt. I remember that the contract prohibits the patrol team from wearing equipment that can cause harm to the daywalker except guns and daggers." Lawrence narrowed his eyes, The top hat was thrown back just enough to reveal his flushed eyes.

"Bah, what a shabby contract. Without our lord, the guild would have been disbanded a long time ago. Are you here to manage women, are you qualified to talk to us!" The man at the head of the patrol scolded Lawrence while grabbing the holy artifact and the gun.

Lawrence's smile disappeared instantly, and he looked at the cursing man unhappily.

Andre left the tuxedo a long time ago, looked for a place to watch a play, and silently changed a corner of the table farther away from the man when he heard the patrol captain's words.

Only the cry of the man in the corner of the room represented pain, and Lawrence's silence made the agents think they were right.

This pretentious, self-proclaimed eccentric thinks himself right every day and looks down on them, which has aroused a lot of disgust.What's more, it is the Earl, but he only has a team of women who know nothing.

The captain of the patrol team laughed and looked out the door: "Hey, I said you are alone, how can you use so many women, you give each of our brothers one, we will not move this kind of broken messenger..."

"Who do you say you want to use?"

"Ahhhh-!!"

Lawrence threw aside the lump of blood-red soft flesh wrapped in cloth, and looked down at the man curled up in a ball of sticky blood.

"You!...You!" The man covered his lower body and looked up at Lawrence in horror and anger.

The latter didn't give him another chance, and the stubby heels of the high-heeled leather shoes precisely stepped on the neck. Lawrence frowned and wiped his hands with the tablecloth and looked at the group of men in front of him: "Do you have any misunderstandings about women?"