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Three days passed in the blink of an eye, but Giacco felt like a year. The reason was that Fred would report to his little attic every night on time, filling the room with the smell of his strange perfume, forcing Giac, a fledgling vampire, to starve for days.

As soon as the time of three days was up, Giacco rushed to the church and handed the fangs in the glass bottle to the priest.

When the church bell rang, only a dozen of the original hundred or so examiners arrived, their faces were ugly, their bodies looked tattered, and some were even carried to the church on stretchers.

Fighting vampires is a very cruel and dangerous thing, and not everyone is a sentry like Jaco, or an experienced vampire sentry.

In front of the priest was a long table with serial numbers. Of the dozen or so people present, only five handed over their loot. Giacco stood in the first position, at the very edge, wearing a black cloak, looking inconspicuous, but he was the first to turn in his fangs.

Kelvin and the other priest both subconsciously glanced at him. What made Kelvin even more concerned was that Fred had come with this weak sentry.

Fred and six other vampire hunters stood in a line behind the few remaining candidates. They are like a symbol of honor, each tall and mighty, majestic. Only Fred's body is a little more thin and slender, with no obvious bulging bulging muscles.

The crowd of onlookers almost called Fred's name into the air.

Jaco was sweating.

At noon, the sun made him sweat profusely, and the hair on his whole body smelled of burning. He wanted this exam to be over soon, he was about to turn into a roasted bat.

The church bells finally stopped striking completely. The priest looked around and made sure that no more candidates had arrived, and he began to examine the fangs on the table.

Before that, Fred and the other vampire hunters gave their scoresheets to the priest.

Jaco's heart was a little nervous, he didn't know what kind of evaluation and score Fred would write him, he was worried about what Fred had found, otherwise he wouldn't have kept staring at a candidate who had already completed the task. With this in mind, Giacco had been hungry and already dizzy.

The first to be inspected was Giaco's.

The priest looked at the score sheet and raised an eyebrow, as if he was very interested in what was in the score. Giaco's sweat was sticking to his clothes, and he lowered his head and clenched his fists.

The priest examined the fangs in the bottle, looked at them for a long time, and said, "Very good. Very good results. ”

"Raise your head, my child," said the priest, "I want to see you." ”

Jaco gritted his teeth and looked up. His cheeks, flushed by the sun, gave him a little more of a living look, and the priest looked at Fred behind him with a strange look.

With Giacko's increasingly nervous heartbeat, the priest moved on to the next person. Jaco breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not good." The priest said to the second candidate with fangs, "You are very good in practice, but not good in theory. The young man blushed and looked angry and ashamed. I ......" he tried to argue something, but the priest raised his hand to silence him. He bit his lip in frustration.

The priest walked to a third man. He looked closely at the other man's fangs, then shook his head slightly and said, "If this tooth could be fresher, maybe I would be more convinced that he got it yourself." ”

"It's me!" The young man said loudly.

"Oh," the priest stared at him with wise eyes, "is it really you?" He gestured to the other party with the evaluation form in his hand, and the young man quickly choked, showing an anxious look, and his eyes kept looking back.

"I, my father is a vampire hunter in District 5...... He...... He said I had to be a vampire hunter...... I ......"

"Unfortunately," said the priest, "candidates who cheat will not be allowed to take the exam again for three years." ”

The young man's face turned white in an instant.

The priest walked up to the fourth man. The fourth man was carried in, clutching a glass bottle with a broken vampire tusk inside. He surrendered his fangs and passed out without hearing the priest's sentence.

"It's a pity." Said the priest. They don't need a reluctant fighting force, they want someone who is comfortable facing vampires.

The priest walked up to the fifth man. The fifth man was a rather old middle-aged man. His face was covered with stubble, and he looked calm and composed when he handed over his fangs. In fact, when he stood here, he already exuded the temperament of a vampire hunter. The priest looked at his evaluation form and was surprised that he was not a hunter. He took the other man's bottle and put all the records and loot into a small box.

During the two hours that everyone waited, the candidates who did not cheat and showed their fangs were placed in the church, and the others were repatriated. The candidates who were screened out left in despair, some in their teens and some in their fifties, who did not leave immediately after leaving the church's admission area. Everyone wants to know who the vampire hunter really is this time.

Giaco felt better as he ducked into the shadows, his burning skin slowly healing, and he saw the last candidate sitting on a bench with his legs spread apart and his elbows resting on his knees—he was peeling a garlic.

The corners of Jaco's mouth twitched, subconsciously moving away from him. Even if he wasn't afraid of garlic, the smell still made him sick.

The man's head never lifted, he only cared about peeling the garlic himself, and when he was done, he put it in his mouth. Barely able to look at it, Jaco turned his head to look at the door where the vampire hunters and priests had disappeared.

Two hours later, the previous priest reappeared, holding a roll of parchment and two silver badges. Giako saw the vampire hunter's markings on it - a fanged and a skeleton.

666 interjected.

Jaco's arms twitched with hunger, and he rolled his eyes and said, "Anything is fine...... I can't help it......"

The smell of the living in the room, the smell of blood in the room......

** Jaco began to compare the sentinel who had raised his five senses with his sensitive constitution in his first life, and now he came to the conclusion that if he lost his barrier, or fell into starvation, he must have lived a more unlucky life in this life than in his first life.

"Thank God," said the priest, "we have produced two qualified vampire hunters this year. ”

Everyone's heads were raised, and the people huddled around the windows pricked up their ears.

"Kental Inovich, Rhettula. Thank you, you are about to contribute to the whole city! ”

Jia Coleng paused for a moment. He whispered to 666, "Who is Redulla?" ”

666 answered professionally.

Jaco hadn't paid attention to anyone other than the top four before, and he didn't expect that the sixth-ranked person would become a vampire hunter like him. If the other party's written test results are not so ideal, then it must be that the actual combat ability far exceeds that of others. Killing a vampire who has just passed through a first embrace is very different from killing a vampire with a title, and Giacco has good reason to think that he has killed at least one viscount.

- A viscount.

Giacko's saliva remained.

666 hurriedly reminded him to put away the miserable gluttonous image.

Giacco became an official vampire hunter! The news shocked both the Sylares, who prepared a sumptuous meal for Giaco, and the Sylari husband was suspicious and went to church to make sure it countless times.

Jaco wanted to refuse, but Cillari's enthusiasm was overwhelming. Jaco had just left his upbringing when he was dragged home by Sylar. When Hilari hugged Jaco tightly, her blood vessels were close in front of her eyes, and the blood in Jako's whole body was excited. He couldn't help but move closer to the other's neck, the tip of his nose close to the other's neck, until Cylari's husband shouted angrily, "What are you doing!" ”

Giacco was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged Cilari and cried loudly: "I'm sorry...... I'm so excited...... Sister Silari ...... I'm really a vampire hunter, woo-woo-woo......"

Cillari's husband touched his nose in embarrassment about his misunderstanding.

-

Meanwhile, the Guide Hunter, who had been taken away by the other vampire hunters, was sitting at the bar of the bar, surrounded by the crowd for a drink. The bearded hunter shoved a glass that could hold Fred's entire face into his hand, and poured the strongest liquor into it.

"Fred! I've finally caught you, don't even think about running tonight! "The bearded hunter's name was Campey, and he was a large man of strong physique, and Fred sat beside him almost like a little girl.

"Two hunters! It's worth celebrating...... hahaha" The other vampire hunters all clinked glasses happily, and the bartender immediately filled up the frothy beer to several of the hunters who drank it all.

"Hey, I won't drink more." Fred tried to tactfully refuse, but the handsome hunter on the other side of him put his hand around his neck and crooked the corners of his mouth and said, "How can this be done, this is the first time we have been together in three years...... You're the only guide in our line. ”

"Kylyle, I'm an unmarried." Fred smiled and rejected the suggestion again. Kylyle is a sentry with a perfect physique, having served only one year in the military before retiring from the army to participate in the vampire hunter tryout. His physical stats are great, and if he had successfully completed his service, he would have been assigned to a beautiful and excellent guide. But from the first day he met Fred, he tried to get Fred and him to develop a relationship with him that went beyond friendship.

Of course, he had already suffered numerous failures with Fred.

The hunter on the other side laughed, pointed at Fred and said, "Kylyle, I said you better give up, Fred has been living in that new little hunter's house for the past few days, and has not been back for a day." ”

"I just slept on their roof......" Fred tried to defend himself, but was quickly overshadowed by a rude laugh around him.

"That's a sentry, right? A sentry weaker than a guide! Campei laughed.

"Did you see what Fred had to say about him?" A good hunter, a precise hunter—'" The hunter on the opposite side slapped the table desperately, his face flushed, and he leaned back with a smile, "When the priest asked the little imp to look up, I almost thought it was a little girl!" ”

"So you like this type," Kylyle said sourly, "and such a little imp may not satisfy you, and you deserve a better, more mature relationship...... One who has to be at least more experienced in **-"

Fred smiled but couldn't refuse to shake the other man's hand: "I don't like him." ”

"Come on, Fred, if you want to take him, we can help you." The drunken hunter on the other side said boldly, "You must use your guide's advantage - gently and slowly smooth his irascible consciousness, let him know that he cannot do without your comfort, and when he tastes the sweetness, no matter how strong and irascible he is, he will be obedient as a little sheep—listen to me, by no means!" ”

Kylale said unhappily, "Triri, you're not the only one here, you have a guide companion. Also, don't use the little sheep to describe yourself, it's too unappetizing. ”

The hunter was even more proud, and he said, "Sentinels and guides are the best companions, listen to Fred, you must find a Sentinel, and you will understand what a wonderful thing it is to be spiritually united!" ”

Fred took a sip of his wine with a bit of a headache. He thought that this time it would not be so easy to escape, everyone regarded him as the object of the fire, and he could only ...... Put them all down.

An hour later, the bartender looked at the drunken vampire hunter without any image, and looked at Fred with a look of amazement, who sat alone on a barstool and drank his last drink.

The sole guide laid the money on the table, easily carried the huge mountain of campey, and moved to the other side, making a way for himself. Campey's snoring was louder than the music in the bar.

Kylyle, who had been hanging on him and talking nonsense, tried to hug Fred, who wanted to leave, his tall and muscular body wrapped around Fred, and the tip of his nose kept sniffing in the other's neck. He said in a daze, "Fred...... You need a perfect **...... The Sentinels need you ......"

"But I don't need you." Fred untied Kylyle and threw it at Campei. When he left the bar, he was sobered up by the night wind, and the smell and heat seemed to dissipate together. He spotted the direction of Kental and began to run quickly.

Kental hadn't "eaten" for almost three days, and he had to keep an eye on each other at this point......

Fred soon saw the little attic. His spiritual tentacles stretched out in all directions. One of Kylyle's countless nonsense was true, he could easily sense a sentinel's emotions. Their emotions are always over-the-top.

But this time, Kenthal's emotions were far more emotional than Fred had expected.

He was stunned, and hurriedly jumped up to the attic, hung down from the roof, and looked into the window.

The boy had just stumbled into the room, and he looked a little delirious. Fred could feel him desperately suppressing his desires. Fred's gaze sharpened, and he immediately rummaged into the room from the outside, closing the window with his backhand. A faint smell of vampires permeated the room, almost beginning to ferment.

As soon as Fred turned around, he was suddenly thrown to the ground by a black shadow, the lightning speed made him have no time to react at that moment, while Fred pulled out from his waist, the other party reflexively pressed his wrist to the ground, silver slashed outward, flying out two or three meters, and then Fred's eyes flashed a scarlet light, the premonition of neck pain did not come at that moment, the disguised little vampire, blocked his lips, and cut his tongue with his nascent fangs.