murder poppy

Lions' vacation was extended.

When Nord received the insincere, even crooked handwriting letter, the villas in the suburbs were already empty, leaving only the old housekeeper smiling at him.

The church is on the border of the dense forest and the North District, but it is some distance away from the castle.Because it is not only connected to the North District, but also not far from the blood clan's territory.

The confusing fog and the overgrown thorns are the work of the vampires.The church had never had any treasures, but was poor and perilous.

"When I found the church, I was already lonely. The villages there moved out one after another because of poverty, and the few families left behind were caught up in wars. The villagers couldn't even guarantee their lives, so they didn't have the heart to go to church. There was only one old man in the church. The pastor kept a broken Bible and his God until he died of starvation, saying that his priest came to pick him up." Andre said as he led the way.

Kindred either believe in Satan, or they don't.They have always had a bad attitude towards pious priests, but Andre didn't mean much to ridicule. When talking about the wrinkled old man with only two priest robes, he even had some admiration.

Persistence and faith are treasures, but some people don't deserve them.

Lyons followed behind him, looking at Andre without a trace.For a long time, he couldn't distinguish Andre's position. He hated human beings, but he didn't want to kill them all.He abandons humanity, yet remains in awe of certain traits.

The topic of the old church didn't last long, and Andre quickly shut up and hurried on his way.

The dense forest is dark and deep, with dense vegetation and towering giant trees that make people feel small.

Andre looked around and frowned: "The fog here..."

Andre and Lyons passed through the dark forest all the way, shuttling through the humid air, almost getting used to the dim light and the smell of dust, and suddenly opened up, making both of them frown.

There are no thick thorns, and no deadly fog.

After a few giant trees covering the sky, the forest disappeared, and a steep mountain suddenly appeared in front of it.The lush branches and leaves are broken in the middle and usually stop abruptly at a certain boundary.

A winding mountain road climbs obliquely along the tall rocks. In the distance, a brightly lit and magnificent flat-roofed building stands on the cliff, like a star falling on the top of the mountain from the sky.

Lyons raised his eyebrows: "Church?"

Andre: "..."

From the castle all the way to here, Andre paved the way for countless images of old churches.

Dilapidated, dead, alone.

There is an abandoned stage, where a lunatic who needs an audience performs a solo dance.

Even explained Derek's psychological situation and the connotation of the card pattern.

In front of him, the off-white exterior wall, golden ceiling, and solid wood gate building are gorgeous and lively, as if they were specially designed to mock Andre.And it has nothing to do with the inverted cross or vines.

If Andre hadn't trusted his memory, he would really have thought he had come to the wrong place.

"Mr. Advisor, I think I can trust you not to get lost in the jungle," Lyons said.

Retaliate!The hunter's retaliation is carried out in sections, stretching like a stream.Andre pursed his lips and looked at this out of place building: "Of course, go in and have a look."

The main entrance of the building faces the forest, and its back is against the cliff. It is a lone eagle on the mountain.

There is not only a coffin to bury the old pastor inside, but there are several doormen standing at the entrance of the building, and there are several carriages parked in the open space not far away.

Seeing that Andre and Lyons were well dressed, the doorman didn't approach them attentively, but instead became more vigilant.

The doorman stopped Andre: "Sir, private club."

Mentong was young, about 20 years old, with fair skin, hiding under the eaves protruding from the building gate, with bright red lips.

There was a subtle smell of blood in the air.Less temptation than human blood, more aggression.

This is the smell of blood.

Andre squinted his eyes and looked at the doorman. Blood was flowing in the dark golden eyes, and the bloody smell floating leisurely in the air quickly subsided as if seeing a monster, and was immediately swept by a strong cool breath.

"I came in here, and no one has stopped me yet." Andre smiled slightly, holding a black gold card between his fingers, and the sharp nails did not point at the doorman, but they were extremely dangerous, "You are very courageous, little thing."

The constricted pupils of the doorman turned bright red. He was just a young low-level vampire who was frightened by the huge coercion so that his hands and feet became stiff and he almost cried.

"Yes... I'm sorry!! I'll take you in right away!" The doorman howled, and rushed to the door at the moment when the coercion retreated, and grabbed the handle, "You... please come in."

The doorman opened the door halfway, and hesitantly turned his head to look at Lyons who was following behind: "This is..."

Andre raised the corner of his mouth: "Ration."

The old church can no longer be called a church.It is now a private library that provides accommodation for members. It is said that a religious nobleman in the South District funded the construction of this place.

All books in the library are related to religion.It not only preserves the scriptures of mainstream religions, but also collects different sects or minor religions known as cults.

"Help me arrange a room." Andre said to the doorman who led the way.

The doorman had a lot of questions, but because the other party was a high-level blood race, he didn't dare to say more.

The library occupies a huge area, with a total of three floors and a basement.The second and third floors are used to store books, and the first floor is used for accommodation.

"There are very few people today." Andre looked familiar, as if the superior was inspecting the work.

"There are distinguished guests visiting tonight, and at this point, everyone is sleeping." The doorman said, looking at Andre.

"Oh, I forgot about that, I haven't been back for a long time, the guest invited by Derek, right?" Andre said nonchalantly.

But the door boy froze, trembling like chaff when he heard something terrible.He lowered his head, and seemed to be even more afraid of Andre: "God... Lord God?"

Andre looked at him, as if he was thinking about something, his eyes were fixed on the doorman's hair, as if he was watching a shivering oriole.

There was no anger, even a little bored, but it was this kind of look that made the doorman even more frightened.

Andre raised his hand, poking the doorman's scalp with his sharp nails, as if he could pierce them in the next second.

"Smart enough to recognize me."

The palm of the hand suddenly softened, and the nails retracted, turning into somewhat cold fingertips.

The doorman broke out in a cold sweat and tried to suppress his breath: "No one dares to call the name of the god directly."

Except the Lord himself.

And no one would give away silent murderous intentions without expression, only Derek would.

The doorman felt that he had escaped a catastrophe. As a low-level blood race, he was not qualified to meet the Lord God, not to mention his appearance, and he had no idea what clothes the Lord God wore on weekdays.

I only know that this God Lord is moody and can penetrate people's thoughts. If he doesn't pay attention, he will be judged by God.

But today's Almighty seems to be... pretty easy to talk to.

Andre stood still in front of the room, looked at the doorman who had been afraid to look up, and said, "Call me again at the dinner."

The doorman responded again and again, and fled the room like flying.

The library is very quiet. The first floor is all living rooms, but there is no sound. It seems that there is no one living here.

Andre walked into the house and invited Lyons to come in: "Come in, Mr. Ration."

Lyons glanced at him, always feeling that the fangs that hadn't been retracted seemed to be a sign of piercing his neck.

"He mistook you for Derek," Lyons said.

Andre nodded: "The eyes are not very good, and a little stupid."

"You are very familiar with Derek." Lyons said, "the first time you met the doorman, you were convinced that he was not a senior member of the Mandala Guild, so you chose to deceive. You said Derek's name to imply that you and Derek is on par, and after being misidentified..."

Lyons frowned: "If you haven't read the mind, it means you know the image of Derek in the mind of the doorman."

"It's not uncommon to be familiar with your own children, Mr. Inspector." Andre said, "The Mandala Guild has always been strictly hierarchical, and the bottom-level staff rarely take the initiative to contact the high-level staff, and they don't know the true face of their superiors."

"A person like Derek will not be merciful if he pretends to be a god. His killing will not stop. Taking the lives of others as he pleases is Derek's favorite thing to do. So it is not difficult to pretend to be him." Andre Looking around, "It's a library...it's weird."

The rooms for members are standard human housing.The fireplace was burning with a strong flame, and the sound of crackling sparks was incessant, and there was also a double bed in the bedroom.

Wardrobe, writing desk, oil lamp, and a simple kitchen.

None of these are necessary for a vampire to survive.

So the members received by this library are really human beings.

"Derek has occupied this place, or is it related to humans?" Andre rubbed his chin in thought.

"There is no ashes on the table, and there are no ashes of charcoal fire accumulated in the fireplace." Lyons said, "People lived here not long ago. Whether Derek has appeared here recently or has always used this place as a hiding place we don't know. I know, but the library itself is for receiving guests."

Not only receiving guests, but what Lioness cares about is the noble from the southern district who sponsors this place.

Although the rumors of the old church are old, as long as it is mentioned, most people will still remember some.Let alone some old people.

The nobles should remember this even more. The church’s payment activities were approved by the royal family, and there were even some disputes in the church at that time because of whether to spend troops.

Why did this nobleman choose to build a library here, and why did he store so many religious books of different sects.

Lyons hoped that these things had nothing to do with the vampires.

It was noon when they arrived at the library, and after spending so much time with the doorman and talking in the house, the sun had begun to set.

The view on the steep slope is wide, the windows in the house are facing the setting sun, and the afterglow of the setting sun spills into the house through the glass windows.

"Boom, boom"

There was a knock on the door, and the doorman's voice came from outside the house.

"Master Lord God, the dinner party is already being prepared."