There was nothing embarrassing, when the local vampire lord was dragged from the third floor to the hall by two big cat people, Marceau felt so at first sight, even if the big cats were completely unreasonable, dragging this half-elf-looking guy in a tuxedo all the way up the steps didn't seem to affect his identity. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I can smell the dead man on this guy just by using my nose. Old Cheeto muttered behind his little master, and he didn't know if he was talking to the kitten cub or explaining to his little master.

"How did you get here? Penny asked, frowning.

"Hearing from Telshan's friends about your Highness, and hearing about the actions of the Galore Sharp-Eared Ones, our head of the regiment asked us to come over and see if we wanted to help. The big cat replied respectfully.

“…… Thank you very much. "Speaking of which, the arrival of the big cats has liberated the Garols, these big men are extremely terrible opponents even if they wield silver-seeping fist nails, and the cat cubs don't want to play any kind of boxing with this kind of guy who can break the sound barrier with his punches and can output more than half a ton of strength, and the guys who can punch them are theoretically dead, or they are originally dead.

"There, it is our honor to be able to serve you, Your Highness. After the big cats finished speaking, the big cat on the left side of the vampire stretched out a hand to grab its neck and picked up the vampire - compared with this big cat of two meters four or five, the height of the half-elf of one meter seven is completely the body shape of a grandson, looking at the fingers of this big cat desperately picking, completely lacking the calmness when he just came down the steps, Marceau couldn't help but raise his little hand: "That, it won't be pinched to death by you, right?"

Considering the unscientific combat effectiveness of the big cat people, this may really happen.

The two big cats looked at each other, and the empty-handed big cat dragged a chair from the side, and the big cat carrying the vampire put the vampire in his hand on the chair.

"What a rough outlander! I've never seen anything so uncultured!" Mr. Vampire's lingua franca was so standard that the big cats clearly understood, and the next second a shaving from the big cat spun the vampire's head in a 180-degree spin.

Meow a cat, if it weren't for the vampire's physique, these guys would have killed this girl with this ear scraper just now.

The other big cat twisted the vampire's head back with one hand in silence, and Penny tilted his head to watch the performance, and when the vampire seemed ready to talk again, the one coughed dryly: "My subordinate said you have something to say, and I don't want you to waste all of our time at this time, put away your arrogance, or let me teach you what real arrogance is." ”

The vampire paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, "Okay." ”

Penny raised her eyebrows, and the girl took out a musket from the pouch at her waist and took out the bullets from the rear-loading musket: "This is a bullet produced by the Odalan Arsenal, with a copper and lead bottom bullet, treated with silver, it has been soaked in blessed holy water before the operation, and now I have a question, Mr. Vampire, what is your name, or ...... What should I call you......"

"Pudara, a noble lady like you can call me by my name, Pudara is here to listen to you......!" No, it should be a very good chance of hurting his knees, and the venerable Mr. Vampire seems to have abandoned his discipline in an instant.

"Very well, Mr. Pudala, you seem to be a reasonable vampire, so the next question is, I suck that you have very, very important information, I want you to be a good vampire who tells the truth, do you say? Penny loaded the bullet back into his musket, then looked at the vampire in front of him, "Hurry up, let the lady wait, it's not what a gentleman should do." ”

"Of course, of course, I'm the housekeeper, and the guys you and your companions just killed, I heard that they came from another small plane called Skyrim, and God knows where they came from, and they slipped in while their master wasn't there, and they kidnapped me! and wanted to turn this house into their base of operations!

"What do they want to do. Marceau asked.

"Shut up! I'll talk to this young lady, do you have a part to interject!" the vampire bared his fangs at the kitten.

Marceau smiled, and then took out the engineering wonder from his waist, a six-in-one one-handed ****** that looked like a toy from the outside, but when Marceau put a 12-caliber universal shotgun [bullet] into it in front of this guy, the cute Mr. Vampire immediately changed to the most standard business smile: "Of course I want this plane to do a big deal!" I've heard that they seem to be trying to kill some idiot on the south side of the city, but their accents are so weird that I've only heard a few weird-sounding names. ”

"Where's the name?" asked Penny.

"Valenko, Valenko Jacob Dragic, sounds like a highlander from the north. The vampire seemed to have some new information in mind: "By the way, they also caught a guy yesterday, who is said to be Valenko's assistant. ”

"What about people?" Marceau asked, and then he smelled the smell of a pot of broth.

Everyone turned around and saw two big cats coming out of the basement carrying a pot.

"Wow, these guys have a really wide range of recipes. Old Chiedo once again activated the spit skill, and Marceau sniffed the taste: "Just by smelling the meat, I know that this meat is going to die, and they caught an old man?"

"Of course, because Valenko is already an old fellow. The sound from outside the door made everyone turn their heads to look out of the door again, and what appeared in the eyes of everyone was an old man who looked old, but was very energetic, he was wearing leather armor, with a musket on his chest and waist, a short sword in his left hand, and a short axe in his right hand, as if he were ...... Marceau glanced at the pot again: "You seem to be late." ”

"Ah, I don't think it's too late, we found a dying old man in the basement, and the little ones are treating him. After the big cat carrying the pot finished speaking, he glanced at Marceau a little strangely: "You kitten, how can you think that this meat is old." ”

"It's intuition!" "It's an honor to gamble on being a foodie, you guys don't understand."

The old man seemed to hear the good news, and he smiled and sighed: "Thank God, I think this is the best news I have ever heard from you strangers, my old Dawahiri is not dead, which is great." ”

Penny looked the old man up and down, "You're Valenko, aren't you?" ”

"Yes, Valenko, a witcher. After the old man finished speaking, he put the guy in his hand on his waist: "Can I take my old assistant with me, he is so old that I think he can't get out of the basement alone." ”

"No, I suppose before that, can you explain to us the journal I have in my hand?" Penny held up the diary in his hand, and its presence made the old man pause, and Marceau could see the memory and pain that flashed in the old man's eyes, and the silence and steadfastness that had gone away.

"This used to be my diary, but I'm not the Valenko in my diary anymore...... Can you give it back to me. ”

"I've never been strong, but you know what, this one next to me is the son of Tidrella. After Penny returned the diary to the old man, he introduced Marceau's identity.

Marceau could clearly feel the surprise in Valenko's eyes when Penny said 'Thidrella's heir', the old man looked at Marceau, and finally shook his head: "So what, Tidrella is in her boat, with her crew all day mad, she's out of medicine, their state is not so much death as a wretched soul imprisoned in a shell...... I don't have much to say to this kitten. ”

"Do you know who my father is? Marceau asked.

Valenko was silent for a moment, and finally shook his head: "I don't know, but I think it should be one of your mother's friends back then, but I'm old and can't remember clearly, half-elves have never been a long-lived species, and your mother ...... IMHO, her stubbornness and stupidity are notoriously in our circles. ”

"Yes, but I wonder if there are any other circles besides you guerrilla knights who think so. Marceau continued his questioning, while Valenko continued to shake his head: "I have forgotten a lot about your mother, but luckily I have always had the habit of keeping a diary, and unfortunately ...... My life makes it hard for me to maintain my diary, and you'...... As an old man, the son of Tidrella, I tell you that there are some things that you have seen, heard, and experienced...... It's not necessarily true, either. ”

"It's like my mother, who was a sunken fish, but was assassinated by a member of the Guerrilla Knights and almost died?"

Faced with Marceau's question, the old man first nodded, and then shook his head: "Yes, but it's not." ”

"Why do you say that? Marceau looked at the old man, wanting to know an answer, but to know a truth.

After a period of silence, Valenko finally spoke: "A long time ago, the Guerrilla Knights were the regiment of the Grand Master, but mortals will grow old and die, and gradually, the Guerrilla Knights have become everyone's regiment. 'Your mother is in one faction, which is the royal party, and it is another faction that wants your mother's life. ”

"Aristocrats?" Marceau knew a little bit of this, and to be honest, the guys who thought that the natives in this game were all two hundred and five usually had negative IQs.

"No, no, no, the aristocracy helped your mother in this matter, and it was the ...... of the Free Folk faction who wanted her life," said Valenko, who lifted the long sleeve of his left arm and revealed the tattoo with the anchor and the seagull to the crowd present: "This almost killed me, because I am from the Free Folk faction." ”

"It's a miracle that you're alive until now. "To be honest, Marceau never thought that this man would survive - in Marceau's eyes, if Valenko really felt that there was something wrong with this matter, then he would ...... He will definitely tell the members of his faction about what he has discovered, and then it will be simpler, the more he says, the more wrong he will be, and when someone knows something that he should not know, then death is not far away.

"Yes, but I survived, I betrayed my Knights, killed the leader of the faction, was wanted, was hunted down...... Until Anonymous proved my innocence. The old man was silent for a moment: "As a non-believer, there is nothing more embarrassing than this. ”

"Why should you be a non-believer? Penny seemed a little curious.

"Because the Knights are my faith, but...... My faith is broken. After the old man finished speaking, he turned his head to look in the direction of the basement: "Ah, Dawahiri, you are still alive. ”

"I almost died!" The old man, who was helped up by the big cat, looked at the people in the hall, "Hey, when will the vampire's house be so lively." At this point, the old man saw Mr. Pudala: "It's this vampire! Give me back my wallet!"

The transformation of this vampire gentleman into a wallet thief caught everyone a little off guard, and the vampire Pudara was very single, and I saw this man spread his hands: "It's as if you don't need to spend money on food! If you hadn't sneaked in half a month ago and destroyed too many mechanisms and traps, the mansion wouldn't have been rushed in by those hillbillies! I didn't throw you to them, it's already for the sake of you being a legend!"

"Phew, if my mother hadn't been a vampire, I'd have believed it!" the old man scoffed.

Looking at these two non-stop mouths, Marceau turned his head to look at Valenko: "This is the old assistant gentleman you said about walking fast?"

"Hmm...... That's pretty much it, sometimes he plays at a high level. Valenko said this with a look of disbelief on his face.

Rolling his eyes, Marceau decided to ignore the guys, anyway, he came here to help Penny with the mission, and when he was done, he left, and the two of them let them talk to this stupid vampire.

Just as the kitten decided to leave, the lame old man, who claimed to have half vampire blood, stopped Marceau.

"Boy, I smell blood money in you, can I tell old Dawahiri how much blood money you have found. ”

Hearing this, the cat cub who stopped asked rhetorically, "Why should I tell you?" ”

"With my experience as a first mate on that boat for three years......" the old man said, showing off his miniature silhouette tattoo of the 'Flying Henan' tattooed on his chest: "Little master, I don't know if you would like to give me such a chance to listen to the story." ”

“…… Well, you convinced me. (To be continued.) )