Giacco has finally become a complete vampire, but the trouble that comes with it is that he is still afraid of light, and he is even more afraid of light.

The Cillary couple insisted that he stay here, and Giacco had been thinking about it. It's too dangerous for him to stay in one place, but the Cyraries can be a good cover just as well.

When Giacco was found to be "white-headed overnight", Hilary was very surprised and worried, and asked, "Oh my God, what's wrong!" My little poor ......"

Broken and grief-stricken, Giaco said, "I ...... I'm a deserter, Sister Sylar, I'm ...... I'm not qualified to stay with you any longer......"

666 couldn't help but applaud his.

Giako's appearance is so deceptive, it's a pitiful little worm.

Hilary hurriedly took Jaco into her arms, and her plump body almost encircled the entire Jaco. Maybe the former Jaco can still think about it, but now he has completely turned into a, and now he only feels suffocated.

"Tell us, Kenthal." Hilari's husband rescued Jaco just in time.

Giako was silent for a long time and said, "I have a lover......"

Jaco made up a lie with his incorruptible tongue. His lover died because of a vampire, and in revenge, he simply can't bear to serve for three years and then find a new guide, he wants to become a vampire hunter, but the conscription period comes sooner than he expected.

Becoming a vampire hunter is not as simple as going to the church to sign up, he needs to undergo multiple tests and complete multiple missions in a short period of time to become a vampire hunter, so it is difficult for "Kenthal" to pass the assessment before the conscription period.

Sylari said distressedly, "Kid, you can wait until you finish your service to become a vampire hunter, or join the army to kill vampires for your country." ”

Giacco suppressed his grief and indignation and said, "I can't wait...... And I know that my fitness is so bad that they won't let me go to the front. ”

Cilari looked at Jaco's thin figure and agreed with his words in her heart.

"I want to be a vampire hunter, even if it's a deserter! I want to ...... like Fred."

Fred is the idol in the hearts of all vampire hunters, his rebellion, his strength, including his handsomeness, everything becomes the basic condition for him to become an idol.

Mr. and Mrs. Sylali looked at each other.

"I ...... I've always felt guilty that I'm a deserter, and I'm afraid that I can't get revenge, I can't avenge my lover...... I ......" Jaco hugged his head and cried heartbreakingly. 666 silently sprinkled some e-paper money in the back for the lover who was directly given a bento by Jaco.

Seeing Giako's regretful look, Sylari couldn't help but hug Jaco tightly. Her she-cat also leapt and pounced on Jaco's little leopard, causing Cellari's husband's otter to spin around in a somewhat agitated and angry circle.

Jaco hurriedly asked the little leopard who was trying to struggle to stop any resistance, he looked at his hands with a tired and lowered gaze and said, "I want to be stronger......"

-

Hilary thought that Kenthal had "lost his head overnight" because of yesterday's barrier collapse, and she was extremely distressed about it. And despite her husband's objections, she vacated a small attic for Jaco.

Only Jaco knew what was going on. New vampires who are first embraced by vampires above the duke level will gradually take on the characteristics of their "father" or "mother". The woman's silver hair was apparently "inherited" to Giaco without waste.

Hilary prepares Jaco with a large number of vampire hunter exam books for him to review. Jaco looked at the hill-like pile of books, and the heads were all bigger.

It seems that the vampire hunters are not doing very well. With affection, he carried the book into his little attic. After Zarari left, she quickly pulled up the curtains.

Because of the reason for preparing for the exam, he didn't have to go out again. Even the daily food was brought to him by Hilary. Giacco has gradually lost his sense of human taste, but over the past few years, he has developed the ability to swallow human food without changing his face, and then spit it out.

During the day, Giacco slept or read a book in the attic, and at night he left the attic to go hunting.

He was very careful not to kill a single person. And his spirit body and 666 have also become his best sirens.

-

In the tower of the church, Fred sat on the last seat with Erlang's legs crossed, watching the bishops and priests who walked in one after another. They were all brightly dressed and had scepters and crosses in their hands. Of all of them, there were two or three vampire hunters besides Fred, and Fred was clearly the most uninhibited.

"According to the recent report of blood collection in the area, the number of vampires in District 5 has increased," said Father Geral, the debriefer, holding the cross, "and there are also anomalies in District 7. ”

"District Seven?" Another priest spoke, "The security in the seventh district has always been the best, how can it ......?"

All eyes were on Fred, who was sitting at the end of the table. The most famous of the 7th arrondissement is not the bishop of the 7th arrondissement, but Fred. With Fred present, the number of vampires in District 7 is almost the lowest in the entire empire.

Fred shrugged his shoulders and said he had nothing to say.

"There have been multiple cases of ischemia in District 7, which must have been done by vampires, but we didn't collect any samples, not even bite marks," Jera said worriedly, "They didn't kill anyone, is this their plan starting to change?" That way, it will be very difficult for us to catch the culprit. ”

The faces of the priests became solemn. If the vampires also begin to lay down their dignity and follow the policies of the human race, it will be several times more difficult for them to hunt down vampires.

Fred didn't say anything, he just played with the fangs of a vampire in his hand, thinking back to his previous search. He found no traces. If the other party is really a vampire who has just experienced his first embrace, he may have been preparing to become a vampire for quite a long time. The other party understands all the weaknesses and strengths of vampires, and knows more about how to avoid danger. Just like now, the priests have stopped talking about the Seven Districts and have turned to the Five Districts.

The problem in Region 5 is clearly more serious than in Region 7.

The meeting lasted three hours, and when the bell of the tower struck the tenth ring, the meeting ended.

One by one, the bishops and priests left in order of rank, and Fred remained at the bottom of the list without objection. He was about to leave when he was stopped by Rasger, the diocesan bishop of the seventh district.

"Fred, stay." Rasger clutched a Bible in his hand and slowly followed Fred.

"Bishop Rasger." Fred saluted him and tucked the fangs on his hand into his sleeve. Bishop Rasger was in his sixties, a modest sentinel in his own right, but with the gentleness and compassion of a guide. He said with emotion, "Thank God for allowing you to come to the Seventh District. You've done enough for us. ”

Throughout the meeting, many people questioned Fred's ability, but Fred did not respond in any way

For now, he just nodded, and left the sanctuary with his equipment in his pocket.

A priest stepped forward, looked at Fred's back, and said, "This is a disobedient hunter. ”

"Kelvin." Rasger glanced back at Father Look. He knew that Kelvin had always disliked Fred, despite their cousin relationship. Fred's guideship, his family, and his abilities were far superior to Kelvin's, and almost everyone in Fred's family thought that Fred would become a great cardinal in the future, but Fred did not.

Instead, Kelvin used all his efforts and resources to become a priest. He has always been very proud of his identity, but he didn't expect Fred to not even enter the tower and directly become a hunter. And it is a hunter whose reputation far exceeds that of ordinary bishops.

Rasger looked at Fred's back, turned to Kelvin and said, "The hunter selection for the next season is about to begin, and we have to prepare as soon as possible." ”

Kelvin nodded hurriedly. Every year, there are hundreds of people in District 7 who want to participate in the selection of vampire hunters, but only a few people pass through.

He regretted that Fred was not a priest in this diocese when he was selected, otherwise he would have pulled him down.

-

Black shadows run through the city at night.

When Fred caught the teenager, he was sitting on the roof drinking. The entire Seventh District was familiar to him like his back garden, so despite his silence in the meeting, he thought more carefully inwardly to find the cunning Ancilla.

As the boy was surrounded, Fred's black shadow jumped on top of another room and looked below.

Several people surrounded the teenager, and they looked at the teenager with weapons in their hands. Fred narrowed his eyes and looked down, and suddenly recognized the guy with an emotional face who had been lying on top of the strong man before.

Every district has a red light district, and there are countless such teenagers or young people in every place. They don't learn well, they only know about theft, extortion or drug use, and they have more or less been in the police station, as soon as they see the officer running away like a vigilant rat.

Fred was a vampire hunter and he never bothered these people, but he knew that these people were the prey of many vampires.

They may be fatherless or motherless, and their disappearance or death will not cause a huge social repercussion, and some low-level vampires like to target them.

Fred stared down on the situation below, shoving his flattened metal bottle into his chest pocket.

The boy stepped back, his hood blocking his eyes, and Fred could only see the bright red lips of the other man.

"Hand over the money, little bastard." Said one of the men with a weapon in his hand.

The boy stretched his hand back and swallowed nervously.

"Next time, remember to be smart," the other man smiled maliciously, "you can steal anyone, but don't steal from us." ”

These thugs were also pickpockets, and they were all too familiar with the skills of the teenagers.

The young man pursed his lips and took two steps back and said, "No, I can't give it back to you......"

The three men looked at each other a few times, then raised the iron rod in their hands and waved it at the boy. Fred's piercing eyes were fixed on the boy's movements. However, just like the ordinary thugs who were beaten, the boy would only curl up, hide in the corner and shiver, and let out an uncontrollable wail from his mouth.

"No......" he said tremblingly, "I really need money...... Sorry ......"

The adult men beat them harder and harder. Fred frowned.

A man put his foot on the boy's head, and the boy cried out breathlessly, "I'm sorry...... and his little leopard spun around in a circle of anxiety, becoming languishing.

Fred thought to himself, maybe his instincts were wrong. This guy is not a vampire. If he was a vampire, he should have shown his feet a long time ago. Fred looked at the sky above and felt that he might be too sensitive. That cunning ancilla made him a bit of a pawn.

The boy whose head was trampled on the ground was like a weak and poor worm, crying so much that tears and snot flowed out, and the man who stepped on him raised his stick to try to kill him, but was stopped by the man on the side. The man squatted down and looked at the young man with red eyes: "What do you want money for?" You're dying. ”

The boy closed his mouth and wiped his nose vigorously with his hand. "I—I want to sign up for ......"

"Sign up?" The man and the two men behind him glanced at each other.

"I—I want to participate in the selection of the Vampire Hunter......"

Fred's gaze shifted down again. The three men laughed as if they had heard the best joke.

The crouching man grabbed the boy by the collar, causing him to struggle several times because he couldn't control his balance. "Vampire hunters? It's a great dream. The man grabbed the boy's wrist and looked at him mockingly, saying, "Oh, with your stature? ”

The boy said angrily and cowardly, "I—I'm a sentinel!" ”

The man seemed to froze for a moment. Fred saw the man untie his belt. "I've heard that sentinels have very sharp senses, but this is the first time I've seen such a weak sentry...... I guess you'd be cool to do that kind of thing, right? He suddenly changed his mind.

There are many people who hate sentinels because they are stronger and more arrogant than ordinary people. Among this group of cynical low-level thugs, the sentinels are often the target of their verbal attacks. Fred cursed the fool in his heart, and watched indifferently as the boy was pressed to the ground again.

"Hold him down." The man said and ripped off the boy's cloak.

Fred frowned again.

The boy's hair was silvery-white, a color that is rare. His skin was pale, but his lips were bright red. The man said, "You don't look like a sentinel. ”

As the man ripped open his pants, Fred thought to himself that if this was a vampire, it was a vampire who was too weak to even step on it, and it couldn't be the cunning Ancilla. Vampires have always been arrogant and brainless, and they would never allow themselves to be like bed bugs, even though they are a bunch of bed bugs.

Fred landed in front of the group without warning.

When he landed, Giac, who was buried under the man, finally silently cursed "fu*ck". If it weren't for this bastard, he wouldn't have had to act for that long.

He stole the wallets of these people just to get them hooked. In the past few days, he has collected a lot of blood through this method. In order not to attract attention, he only collected a very small amount of blood each time, which doubled the number of people he needed. This time, he had caught three at a time, and he had expected it to be a lucky night, but as soon as he entered the alley, he felt the vampire hunter crouching above—unlucky.

The man lying on Giaco's stomach had taken off his pants and exposed his ass, a little silly when he looked at Fred. Jaco looked at Fred with a "shocked" gaze, looking as silly as the others.

Fred wears black robes and looks like a priest, but his outfit is clearly that of a vampire hunter.

Fred looked at the three men impatiently, and flicked a short stick in his hand next to his feet, and two pieces of equal length slipped out of the short stick, turning into a long stick.

The vampire hunter was apparently much more intimidating than a weak sentry, and the three thugs jumped up before they could lift their pants.

"It's a hunter—"

"Hunter!"

"Vampire Hunter!"

The three of them huddled together. The man with his pants warns him vigilantly: "You can only kill vampires!" ”

"I've followed a vampire here," Fred said impatiently, "and I smell him." When his warning gaze fell on the three men, they all felt goosebumps rise all over their bodies. The man with his pants glanced at Jaco unwillingly and roared, "Go!" ”

Jaco slowly turned his face, his head down, not daring to look at the other party. He trembled and said, "Thank you...... Thank you ......."

Fred stood in front of him for a moment. He suddenly grabbed Jaco by the neck and jerked him up against the wall. Giacko's face flushed. Fred's thumb touched Jaco's neck - there were no holes.

"Open your mouth." Fred said.

Jaco gritted his teeth. He's still an ancilla and can't control his teeth very well.

"Open your mouth." Fred said it again. For the first time, the boy's face was completely exposed to him, and though it was in the darkness of the night, it was conspicuous by the pale complexion. Ancilla who are attacked will have a hard time controlling their temper, their eyes will turn red, their teeth will become longer, and their nails will show -

Jaco opened his mouth.

Fred furrowed an eyebrow. He didn't see any very conspicuous fangs - although the guy's teeth did have some sharp teeth.

His thumb reached into Giako's mouth and gently touched the other's fangs and gums. Giako only felt a slight itch that made him want to bite down.

Fred pulled his finger out. He let go of his hand and let Giako, who was clutching his throat, come down, and said coldly, "You'd better not show your feet." ”

Jaco gave him a blank and panicked look. In his heart, he cursed the vigilance of the other party. Even so, I didn't let him go.

Fred looked at him twice, not noticing any of the low-level vampires' panic in the eyes of hunters. He withdrew the long stick in his hand and left the alley in two steps. Shortly after he left, Jaco couldn't help but turn crimson as he reminisced about the blood of the guide that permeated the edges of his lips and teeth......

Fred did it on purpose, he let his finger bleed a little, but he didn't see any stress reaction from the other party, and he believed in the other person's human identity. When he walked into the night again, he licked the hole in his finger, only to find that not a drop of blood had come out of the hole.

Giaco crouched in the alley with a gloomy face, and the little leopard swirled around at his feet, and he ordered to crouch at the edge of the alley, waiting for the next prey......