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The journey back to the North District from the temple was very long, and Nord decided to rest temporarily in the temple, and then set off for the North District after the evidence was collected and the dangerous items were destroyed.

The old blood hunting site, which had been abandoned for a long time, was once again serving the hunters after being briefly occupied by blood clans and traitors, and embarked on its proper path.

After the dust of this ancient building invaded by vines and winter sun, hunters came after a hundred years.

It is extremely troublesome to settle the day walkers. Compared with the gods who have "acquainted" for a long time, the day walkers don't believe in hunters who appear out of thin air.

Many of them have been caught in blood hunts by their friends or relatives, kept in cages, and treated as dangerous vampires.

The conflict between daywalkers and humans is deep-rooted, and neither Andre nor Lyons can do anything about it.

"I don't think their behavior is unexpected." Andre said looking at the daywalkers who pushed the hunters. "How can people who are regarded as aliens have a sense of belonging to the group."

Lynes was silent.The hunter didn't want to admit what Andre said, but he couldn't find a sufficient refutation point.

Amid the din he could catch many sharp words: "monster," "exploitation," "slave."The Sunwalker's accusations against them are like long-persecuted human beings rising up against the vampires. They can be weak or strong.

Human beings push away their compatriots with their own hands, and turn their swords to these poor people who are only slightly "flawed" in blood, turning differences into flaws that cannot be filled.

This is not something that a hunter, or the entire blood hunt can change.Even if these people agreed to return to the North District, Blood Hunt would not be able to provide them with a suitable living environment, let alone find them the jobs they wanted.

"Let them go back to the black market, or...kill them directly." Andre gave a suggestion, "Wesenor has no place for day walkers. When we see the prosperity of the black market, you should be enlightened .”

Andre said slowly: "They are already a blood race that needs to eat blood to survive. A race that abides by blood will not accept companions who have not passed the first embrace, and you humans are obviously not tolerant enough to let a group of monsters live around you. "

"Exile or kill, choose."

Andre thoughtfully offered options, and Lioness was silent for a moment, but he didn't answer the question when he spoke, and suddenly mentioned something else: "I got the letter you wrote to Nord, and the letter you wrote to Carl."

"..." The good show that Andre was looking forward to was coldly rejected by Lyons, and his good mood was affected a little.He smiled lightly and asked, "So, what do you want to say?"

Lyons: "You can help that girl in the North District and break into the church for her. You can also help Karl lift the seal, and even send your own blood to save other daywalkers. Why don't you be kind to these people?"

"The moral bottom line of vampires is a very meaningless topic. What I do is based on my mood, not principles." Andre replied casually, and turned to look at Lioness, "Are you thinking about how I helped those daywalkers return to normal? Is it possible?"

Lyons frowned, unable to figure out his intentions.

His silence was regarded by Andre as acquiescence, and he explained regretfully: "The curse mark has nothing to do with bloodlines. Those daywalkers who ran away still have abilities. To be precise, I didn't save them. I just let a group of monsters go. Lifting the curse Yin does not mean turning back to an ordinary person, the transformed day walker is a vampire, this is an irreversible process."

"No one can change fate, you can't, and neither can I. Half of the baby's life was written down when he was born." Andre raised his chin, his raised eye tails were proud and cold, "When you can't accept aliens, Under the premise, killing them is the choice that is most in line with the code of human behavior. There is no such thing as the best of both worlds, Mr. Inspector."

After Andre finished speaking, he turned and left the corridor where the Daywalker lived, leaving Lyons with a lonely back.

The noise in the corridor intensified, and there were even signs of hands.Several hunters were shot in the eye, and ran to Nord with blue eyes to report the situation.

Daywalkers who are accustomed to black market life have long been unwilling to hide their unusualness.In the dark corridor where the moon can only shine through the glass windows, their blood-red eyes and fangs are no longer a shameful difference, but a symbol of strength.

Having experienced life in the black market, the day walkers have gradually learned to use the characteristics that are feared by humans to fight for their rights, and the price of being powerful is that they are separated from the crowd.

The hunters who came to support were equipped with silver blades and silver guns. The weapons would only irritate the Sunwalker even more, but Lioness did not say anything to stop them.

This is an inevitable dispute that may turn into war or killing.Andre is correct, there is no way to have the best of both worlds.From the time when one side starts to be afraid and the other side starts to feel wronged, there is an insurmountable gap between day walkers and ordinary people.

Lyons stopped a sprinting hunter and asked, "What's Nord going to do with them?"

The hunter frowned and looked at the irritable daywalkers in the corridor, and replied in a difficult way: "The president said to try to appease. But this group of people is not human at all, those eyes and fangs... and the fear of silver weapons , This is simply a group of vampires! How to appease them!"

"Does Nord know what's going on with them?"

"I don't know yet, the president is busy arranging manpower." The hunter said, "When the president comes to see the situation, he probably won't ask us to appease him. These daywalkers don't trust us at all."

Lyons pondered for a moment and said: "Once they show a fatal tendency to attack, kill them immediately, and you don't need to report to Nord."

The hunter looked at the daywalkers who were almost the same as them, and hesitated.

"If Nord wants to take responsibility, just say that I ordered it."

"Yes." The hunter nodded, obviously relaxing a lot.

"Go." Lioness nodded, "Be careful."

Based on what Lioness knew about Nord, this group of people couldn't survive.If Lioness had to make a decision in Nord's position, he would never let the tiger go back to the mountain.This is a choice that all hunters will make.

The abuse of kindness will only cause more casualties, and Lioness knows this truth.

Letting a group of blood races who have no moral values ​​and are full of malice towards human beings live in Wissenor is a blasphemy against the Great War and a failure of responsibility for human beings.Even peace comes with sacrifice and death, something they must face.

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The house where Andre lived was exposed to the wind, and the wooden door was knocked "click" and "click".

It was not a few steps away from the place where the dispute in the corridor was, so Andre could hear what Lyons said clearly.

After the wooden door opened, Lioness saw Andre's somewhat smug eyes as expected.

Whenever the prediction of human behavior is accurate, Andre will show such a look.It was a sarcastic and objective expression, a self-satisfaction that pierced through human nature, and it was also a dull expression that could not be rewarded with surprises.

Lyons sometimes felt that Andre was an outsider, applauding or bemoaning the actions of the characters in the play.But this spectator is not so competent, he will always intervene in some things and ignore others.

Elusive, Lioness judged in his mind.

Andre didn't know that the human beings he was observing were also looking at him at the same time, so he restrained his indifference for a moment, and turned to congratulate Lyons, "A sensible decision, the North District will thank Mr. Detective for his contribution to peace."

"Stop cynicism, Andre, you're boring." Lyons withdrew his gaze, refused to provoke, and sat down on the sofa without waiting for the host's invitation.

The only person who was said to be boring was Lyons. Being attacked by a rigid hunter was a novelty. Andre savored it for a moment and decided to wait and see what happened.

And Lyons didn't say a word after that, he was stuck on the sofa like a stone, and even started to close his eyes to rest.

The dispute and noise outside the door had reached a fever pitch.Soon, the first roar and gunfire sounded, announcing the beginning of the war.

Andre raised his eyebrows, retracted to the writing desk in front of the window, and also closed his eyes.It's just that the hunter's silence is purely waiting, while his silence is immersing in appreciation.

The wind outside the window didn't stop, blowing into the house against Andre's ear.Andre tapped the table with his fingertips like an old clock that couldn't go wrong.

The wind of "hu-hu-" and the sound of "da-da-" provide natural background music for the "performance" outside the house.

Pain, anger, fear.All negative, irritable emotions are transmitted to the nerves through hearing.Depictions of death taking place in narrow corridors.

The wind blowing from the house suppressed the smell of blood and brought a bit of coolness to the wind.

With Lyons' permission, the well-prepared hunters had no worries and no longer show mercy.Although the day walkers have physical fitness different from ordinary people, they are not suitable for fighting.

Daywalkers below B-level couldn't even match the abilities of ordinary vampires, let alone well-trained vampire hunters.

Rather than saying this is a battle, it is better to say that this is a killing named "justice".

The blasting sound of the bullets fired from the muzzle is harsher than the roar of the daywalkers, and the temperature carried by the thermal weapons is hotter than the blood in the body of the daywalkers.

The thin wind once again showed its figure in the house, and the violence and evil disappeared quietly.

"despair."

"Sooner than I thought." Andre opened his eyes, "Do you want to go out and check the work situation?"

Lyons stood up and silently declined Andre's invitation.

"After half an hour, go see Lawrence." The hunter's voice like an icicle fit perfectly with the cold wind and blood.Lyons left these words, opened the closed door, and walked away from the corridor.

His gaze never shifted from beginning to end, as if there was an empty piece of ground outside, maybe there were spots of moonlight on it, but it was not enough to attract his attention.

Andre tilted his head and sent Lyons away, whispering like a whisper: "Of order, sir."