The Dragon That Devours the World

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The scenery on both sides is like floating light passing by, but on this car it is unusually stable, without any bumpy feeling. It is quiet and makes people wonder whether the car is driving or not, and the young woman holding the steering wheel in front is tall and beautiful. , But the shaggy middle-aged man sitting in the back seat of the car was bored and ignored it.

"What's the task this time? It won't be easy. Is it a vampire? A werewolf? A wizard? Or a ghost?"

In this specially modified car, the middle-aged man did not shy away from anything, and said directly.

Demon hunters, or vampire hunters, are often mistaken as natural enemies of vampires because they are often enemies of vampires. In fact, they are like mercenaries. As long as someone is willing to pay, no matter what the opponent is, he is willing to help. It solves the trouble.

"It's the news from the European headquarters. Maybe you will meet with the elders later?"

Elder?

When he heard this word, Roberts almost thought he had heard it wrong.

"Elder? How could they, such conservative and mysterious big people, meet a worldly person like me?"

Roberts almost laughed. He belongs to an organization called the "John Brothers". It is said that it was originally a knighthood established during the Crusades, but it has now become a loosely organized mercenary organization in the world. Even the name has been changed, but no matter how it changes, there is always a mysterious organization called "The Priory" on its head.

Few people know the specific name of the "Private Order". It is only referred to as the "Private Order". Many times the actions of Brother John will be helped by the Priory. The reason why this loose organization continues to this day There is no dissolution, it is completely the monastery that does not allow its dissolution.

On very rare occasions, Roberts had also seen the "elders" in the monastery.

It was a figure wearing a black monk's robe. No one could see his face, but he had a special primitive aura. Although he hadn't played against him, he could feel the powerful power on his body, which was stronger than Roberts had ever seen. Any vampire must be strong. With just a glimpse, Roberts, who has withstood cruel challenges from childhood to large, feels a strong sense of crisis.

Unpredictable, rigid and conservative, and unwilling to contact the laity, this is Roberts's impression of the "elders" in the monastery.

"Don't think that you have received the order. Some people who have done well in the past have received the order. It is said that it is not just the'Brother John', the'Silver Hand', the'Peter's Hand', the'Grave Keeper'... When the news arrives, you will know when you board the plane with me to the European headquarters."

Seeing the middle-aged man in the rearview mirror, the young woman couldn't help but speak.

"Follow him, anyway, I just want to finish the task quickly and go for a drink."

As he said, the man touched his pockets subconsciously, but he didn't touch what he wanted...

Before getting in the car, the young woman had lost all of his cigarettes, but the middle-aged man who was addicted to cigarettes could not stand it. Even if he knew Wendy could not miss this point, he still searched in his seat. stand up.

"Don't look for it, Roberts, there is no smoke in the car...no shisha...no smoke at all..."

The young woman sitting in the front seemed to be familiar with Roberts, and talked to Roberts without looking back. After confirming that there was no such thing, the man gave up looking unwillingly, looked at her and said.

"No wonder you can't get married..."

"Thank you, I am so young that I don't plan to marry, but a 43-year-old bachelor seems to be unmarried so far."

But in the face of Roberts’ dissatisfaction with malicious slander, the woman sitting in the driver’s seat was indifferent and ridiculed. Then, the voice in the back seat stopped. The young woman suddenly realized her mistake, she opened her mouth, and was a little uneasy. Tried to explain.

"Sorry, I…"

"It's okay, Wendy."

There was a calm voice in the back seat, and then the car fell into a certain dead silence. From the rearview mirror, Wendy could see the middle-aged man leaning in the seat silently, looking out the window, as if looking at a very distant place.

After hesitating, Wendy tucked her hair lightly, looked at the person in the rearview mirror, and said tentatively.

"But, after so many years, haven't you thought about...Try to find another person."

"Wendy, you are still young, you don't understand, some people as long as there is one, you won't think about the others."

The voice from the back seat came to her ears, but the rare gentle voice made her feel unhappy. She bit her lower lip and used some strength subconsciously with the slender fingers of the steering wheel. Slightly pale.

What is meant by that she is still young? She seems to be the same little girl back then... But she secretly looked at the silent man in the rearview mirror, but she couldn't get angry.

"How is Joan?"

In the end, it was the man who broke the silence. When he said the name, the man's voice was a little more concerned.

"Joan? She's still in school now... You are so, she was in high school in Boston, but you ran to this Texas, it was like avoiding her, she rarely meets you, sometimes She is still complaining to me..."

Speaking of Joan, Wendy was also a little bit more interested, talking babblingly.

"A person like me, how dare to have more contact with my daughter."

The man's self-deprecating voice sounded. How could someone like him who walk on the line of life and death every day take care of his daughter in public? Only in this specially modified car did he dare to talk about Joan fearlessly.

Then he said again.

"These years, it's hard for me to come forward, thanks to you for helping me take care of Joan,"

There is no response from the front, but he can see the corners of the woman's mouth in the rearview mirror. He knows that his partner has received his own thanks, and he is not a person who likes to talk, so he doesn't say anything anymore. .

Only occasionally when looking out the window, when those couples and couples together, there will be some loss in his pupils.

"Betty..."

I can still see the curious and energetic young figure in front of me.

…

After getting off the plane, the two people who went straight to the headquarters finally met the person they wanted in a remote chapel based on the secret code.

"A kid? What value does he have to be hunted down?"

Looking at the young man in the photo, Roberts frowned. It was a frontal photo of a young man, with a thin face and thick dark circles that could not be removed. It looked extremely poor, but Roberts could still see that it was just an ordinary person, probably less than twenty years old.

Roberts raised his head and asked the monk in front of him.

Opposite him was an old monk whose body was shrouded in black monastic clothes, with an old face and faint pupils. Facing Roberts's doubts, there was no change in his eyes, cold and dead.

"Child, this is not something you should ask... Just find him, the rest will be taken care of by the monastery."

With lowered eyes, the old and slow voice said.

His tone was a little strange, slow like an aria, making Roberts feel vaguely uncomfortable.

But he didn't care about this. After all, he was more like a mercenary. Don't ask more if you shouldn't ask. Since he was asked to find this person, he didn't bother to care about the story behind the incident.

Then he flipped through the information in his hand, which listed his information in detail, including his height, weight, blood type, school, coffee taste, etc., but Roberts was keenly aware that it seemed to have been deliberately erased. The information is not mentioned.

For example, it was written above that he fled from Amsterdam where he lived and studied a few months ago, but he didn't write why he fled at all, as if someone deliberately erased the information and didn't want people to know it.

However, such things are not uncommon. In some places involving high levels of confidentiality, employers obviously will not disclose it to mercenaries.

"Extremely good at math and programming, a genius hacker..."

In the end, from this extremely ordinary resume, Roberts really can't see anything that he was born, grew up, and studied like ordinary people. UU看书www.uukanshu.com, whether on campus or in other people’s evaluations. It's the expression "withdrawn, dull, and unimpressed"...

Except for the "hacker" that seems to be deliberately emphasized.

"Uberto Bruni..."

Looking at the name, Roberts read it unconsciously.

…

At the same time, in a manor in Europe, a large number of men and women bowed to the one in front of him. The person who was shrouded in darkness sat on the throne, and he could vaguely see the ancient royal costumes he was wearing. His face looked at the many men and women in front of him.

One of them was telling him respectfully, and one could vaguely hear the words "hacker" and "Bruni" mentioned in it.

After a long time, he issued many commands in a low voice, and the many men and women turned into bats and dispersed, and then the ancient king sitting on the throne held his head with his hands and muttered.

"The password left by Da Vinci... Has he really opened the world key?"