They all call me master

When Maltz left with the gold and silver jewelry belonging to 44 White Bird Street, two patrol officers from the dock area took over the guard duty of 10 Clara Street - this place needs to be fixed every day until the case is closed by the Shire District Police. Two patrol officers came to guard this kind of windy and rainy task, which was naturally disgusting. If it was the case before, the dock area would definitely refuse, but when Maltz became the Sheriff of the Shire District, everything changed. .

Because Maltz's appointment as Sheriff was signed by the Countess of Nanlos.

Facing the master of Nanlos, the Chancellor, the two remaining old slickers in the dock area did not dare to be careless. Each of them assigned a patrol officer to make it appear that they were completing their guarding duties conscientiously.

Naturally, the two unfortunate patrolmen who couldn't resist complained constantly.

However, soon, the topic between the two of them shifted to No. 10 Clara Street——

"What kind of injury would cause the whole room to be filled with blood?"

"I heard it was caused by beheading. After the entire head was cut off, the blood spurted out from the chest!"

"What?"

"Then this guy is really miserable!"

"awful?"

"This guy is the real winner!"

A patrolman leaned against the wall in front of the door with his arms crossed, mumbling.

The patrolman standing aside was immediately attracted.

"Do you know any news?"

"hey-hey."

The patrolman hugging his shoulders smiled and said nothing. The patrolman on the side immediately understood what it meant.

"a cup of beer!"

"Two glasses, plus a plate of appetizers!"

"Impossible, at most there is only a glass of beer and a plate of appetizers - I just came a little late, otherwise I would have been able to find out enough information!"

This patrolman did not neglect his duty, he just came late because his home was further away.

"Alright alright."

The patrolman hugging his shoulders stopped as soon as they were happy. They were colleagues and knew each other's tolerance. A glass of beer and a plate of appetizers were very good. By the way, they could also touch the waitress's plumpness - although more than one person had touched it. , but taking advantage is not enough.

"Do you know Auburn?"

"Auburn?"

"That golden finger in Duo District?"

The patrolman who agreed to the treat frowned slightly and then remembered where he had heard this name.

For patrol officers like them, their job status will always allow them to get to know some people that ordinary people cannot get to know.

"right!

That's the guy!

This guy is the winner of No. 10 Clara Street - he was the one who arranged everything, starting from bluffing Sheriff James to luring out his opponent...

All in all he is a very scary guy! "

The patrolman holding his shoulders said, looked around, and then said in a very low voice: "Do you know why there is so much blood at the scene?

I heard that guy can manipulate blood!

and……

Vampire! "

"hiss!"

The patrolman who agreed to the treat took a deep breath, and when he couldn't help but look inside No. 10 Clara Street, the back of his neck started to feel cold.

Subconsciously, the patrolman walked to the side of the patrolman holding his shoulder.

"Afraid?"

"No, it's just a little cold."

Facing the ridicule of his colleagues, the patrolman who agreed to the treat answered bravely.

However, the footsteps moved further away.

The patrolman holding his shoulders looked at his colleagues and couldn't help but snorted, but he also moved his body - he was scared too!

A dark night filled with cold wind, a room full of blood, and blood-sucking monsters.

Who is not afraid?

Moreover, they are patrol officers, and the little money they get each month is not worth risking their lives for.

The figure standing in the shadows listened to the conversation between the two patrolmen, his brows already furrowed, and then, when the other party entered the room, his eyes flickered.

' Orville followed his habit and launched an attack here. When he cut off the opponent's head, a crossbow arrow came. After easily dodging, he rushed in the direction of the crossbow arrow. But not only did he miss it, but he was lost almost instantly. Counterattack ability. ’

This figure simulated the previous battle at No. 10 Clara Street in his mind, but the other party's eyes were attracted by the blood on the ground.

Then, the other party keenly discovered a few drops of blood traces that were different from the blood sprayed in a large area.

Yes, dripping shape.

The amount is very small.

But it was impossible for this amount of bleeding to render Orville incapacitated.

unless……

It was his throat being bitten and his blood sucked—almost involuntarily, such an image appeared in the mind of this figure.

At the same time, a family appears in each other's mind.

‘Blood Clan’!

The long-dead ‘Blood Marquis’ family!

‘Damn it, it’s such a simple task, why are the descendants of the ‘Blood Marquis’ appearing? ’

Everyone agrees that the 'Blood Marquis' family has long been extinct, but everyone also believes that the 'Blood Marquis' family is not extinct - with the ability of the other family, it is too easy to escape one or two, but It's just because something fishy happened that he hid himself.

After all, how could the powerful 'Blood Marquis' family be wiped out overnight without external force?

As for who is the external force?

The old lion in Neiwan?

The Tigress of South Los?

Or maybe the fox in West Berlin?

Or maybe it's Einhas' crocodile?

There are so many that no one can be sure.

The only thing that is certain is that the descendants of the 'Blood Marquis' must be hiding in the dark.

But why would such a guy attack us? This is unreasonable...

'etc! ’

'Could it be that……'

This figure's body trembled, and he suddenly thought of something.

Immediately, the other party turned around and left.

But at this moment, a wisp of smoke drifted in.

In just an instant, this wisp of smoke enveloped the entire No. 10 Clara Street. As the smoke rolled, human figures appeared one after another in the smoke.

They were carrying broken swords and heavy fire blunderbuss, and they were stumbling.

"Ms. Long Night, we don't mean any harm!"

The other party said loudly, but fire lit up in his hands.

boom!

The flames were like explosions.

The entire house was blown up, and the figure of the other party disappeared in the flames.

Malinda on the carriage looked disdainful.

Her smoke has stuck to each other.

Later, when Malinda looked at the bombed house, she couldn't help but whisper to herself.

"Destroy traces?"

the woman mused.

Finally, he took a deep breath from the pipe, opened his mouth and blew out a smoke ring.

She raised her hand through the smoke ring and pulled out one...

Thigh bone!

The thigh bones, as white as jade, were covered with tiny cracks.

Ding!

The lady stretched out her finger, and immediately, another fine crack appeared on it.

Malinda stared at the crack, her brows gradually frowning.

'Well, the layout maker is with me? ’

‘Dead Poets Society’ guy? ’

Thinking in her heart, she stretched out her fingers to play again.

Ding!

Small cracks appeared again, and what was different from before was that this small crack began to connect the previous cracks, and soon all the cracks came together to form a...

snake!