1976 year.

New Orleans has just been washed away by a rainstorm.

The streets were shiningly filled with hurried pedestrians. Deep, shallow puddles of water can be seen everywhere on the potholed ground, which are filled with rainwater. The air is moist and fresh after the rain.

A man in a black turtleneck suit, with an expressionless face, followed closely by a man in front of him who was wearing a black suit and looked very young on his back.

At a corner of the street, the young-looking figure in front of him suddenly turned his foot and turned into a narrow alley. The man who followed behind narrowed his eyes slightly when he saw this scene, and followed quickly.

As soon as the man stepped into the alley, he saw that the target he was following was leaning against the alley wall not far away, frowning and waving to him. The man was stunned by the other party's movements, and after a vigilant glance at the quiet surroundings, he secretly laughed at his own reaction to this loss of responsibility.

The other party is just a human being.

What kind of harm and threat can a defenseless human being inflict on himself in such a small environment?

This alley is not deserted, but now that even the main street outside is very deserted due to the weather, who will be here?

"Hey, buddy, you've been following me for a long time, don't you want to tell me why?" Fodi looked at the man who followed him with a somewhat unkind face, and asked unceremoniously.

"There's something I want to ask you." The corners of the man's lips outlined a very charming smile, and his eyes were scattered but hidden with a sharp stare at Fodi. He said as he walked in the direction he was.

"Damn it! Do I have to say that if you want to ask me? Not to mention stalking me in order to ask a question. It only makes me feel like you have bad intentions. Believe me, in this world, it's a lot of trouble to mess with me. Sensing that something was wrong, Fody muttered backwards.

"It's an important question." The man's tone of voice remained unhurried. But Fody heard a little hidden urgency and eagerness in this unhurried tone.

"My consultation fee is very expensive." Realizing that something was wrong, Fodi didn't have any panicked thoughts, as he said, in this city, he can afford to provoke. Or that there are really not many people who dare to hurt him.

Because he knows very well the forces behind what he works for. What a huge and terrifying one! And that's just the tip of the iceberg he's seen! Of course, he is only the lowest level of this force, but the position of this bottom is quite important at some point. It is also a very effective talisman.

"Nope. Don't need those. I'll let you say it. The man's figure sped up suddenly. By the time the air blurred out a series of flickering apparitions, and when it stabilized, he was already in front of Fodey, one hand grabbing Fody's fragile neck like an iron pincer, and lifting him against the wall next to him.

"Now, let's have a frank conversation. Tell me everything you know about the organization you are in and the people in it. The man's head lifted slightly. The calm eyes exuded a strange light at this moment, and the tone became short and eager.

"Ahem! The most I hate is you foreign vampires! Could it be that you are before entering the city. Didn't you even inquire about the rules here? Damn it! Fodi struggled hard, grabbed the arm that was stuck in the man's neck, and said with difficulty, slurring words.

"Still able to speak? Is your physical fitness really amazing to me? This is also what the organization behind you has given you? The man's palm stuck in Fodi increased his strength again, his head skimmed slightly, raised his eyebrows, and his tone was slightly surprised.

"Look me in the eye!" The man's free other hand jerked up, grabbed the black hair that was swaying like a black tide as Fody's head shook, and forcibly fixed his shaking head, and commanded.

Fodey's right hand, with an inconspicuous black ring, stabbed the ring at the man's arm, grabbing him.

Like a red soldering iron licked by a bonfire, the man whose face was pressed against the skin of his palm jerked back his right arm that was stuck on Fodi's neck. The other hand also subconsciously retracted and covered the burning pain of the right arm.

As for Fodi, who fell to the ground, he didn't care about anything else, crawled forward with his hands and feet and fled a few steps in embarrassment, and then, just as the man tried to catch up, Fodi suddenly disappeared from his eyes, leaving only the faint crackling sound in the air.

Damn it!

The unprepared man slammed his injured arm against the wall around him, and the wall hit by his fist was like being hit by a strong man carrying a heavy hammer, and there was a deep depression inward, and some cracks spread out like cobwebs on the surrounding walls.

"Disappointed?"

A voice sounded abruptly behind the man. The man was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw a man who was a little short, thin, and had an ordinary face, but his eyes revealed a clear and strange man, and a tall woman with curly hair slightly tinged with a little burgundy, and a gorgeous and charming face, who was looking at him at the entrance of the alley.

"Who are you?" The man who was in a bad mood replied coldly. The escape of the prey just now made him, who was already not good, fiercely suppress his anger.

"We are travelers." This time it was the charming woman who spoke between the two.

"Traveler?" The man sneered: "I've never heard of it." ”

"We know you, Damon Salvatore!" It was still the woman who spoke, and she directly revealed the man's identity.

"Am I that well-known? Well, it doesn't look like this was a chance encounter. Whatever you're looking for me for, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now. I'm annoyed right now, and I think I need to find someone to suck a full dose of blood and relax with alcohol. ”

"It's against the rules here." The woman spoke at the beginning, and the man who alarmed Damon was with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand was bent against the wall beside him, his body slightly bent in the direction of the wall, and he shook his head to Damon.

"Who cares about those rules?" Damon Salvatore glared at the two of them coldly, and a slightly wicked and strange smile curled into the corners of his lips, "Perhaps, you are willing to give a little and let me taste your blood?" ”

"Marley, we must get out of here with him, and since the usher, Fodi, has escaped, someone will soon be visiting here." The woman turned to her partner and said a word.

"Okay. If you want to know something, you can come with us. There's intel about that organization, and certain things you're eager to know. We know more about that organization than you do if you don't have a clue. The man, known as Marlay, straightened up, threw a word at Damon, and walked out of the alley with the woman.

Damon's face was cloudy for a while, and then he quickly followed, as if he had decided something.

Moments after the three of them left the alley, there were several crackling sounds in the air. A sturdy wizard and a thin witch appear in the alley with a wand in their hands.

"Hmm, didn't leave any breath?"

"No, it's magic. Someone has cast a spell here. Helped the vampire take his breath away. ”

"Except for us, no wizard dares to use magic without permission at this critical time, and this city is now forbidden to demons. Unless he automatically forfeits this time. ”

"Maybe it's the damned rebels and troublemakers?"

"Don't think about it......"

……

Scattered hurried voices leaked out of the mouths of the two abrupt visitors, and then disappeared with their figures with two faint crackling sounds.

Damon, along with the man known as Marlai, and his companion walked into a somewhat deserted tavern.

"You have the information I want?" Entering a messy house upstairs, Damon looked at Marley and the two of them. His hearing told him that there was no one else here. It's just that this house seems a little quirky.

"If you're talking about the organization's intelligence, I think you're right." Upon entering the house, Marlai's expression and tone were noticeably more relaxed. I opened the wine cabinet and took out one handle from the inside, and the other hand sandwiched it between my fingers, bringing out three large flat-bottomed wine glasses.

"The Witch Society?" Damon reached out and took the wine glass handed by the man, and gently dipped the wine with his fingers, and after not finding that it contained verbena or other substances, he drank it with confidence. After suffering a few losses, there will always be some due vigilance when facing strangers.

"We don't usually call it that, and I would advise you not to say it in the city." Marley took a sip of his wine and gestured to Damon with his glass.

"Why?" Damon himself pulled a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and walked back to his seat as he poured himself a drink, glancing at Marlai.

"Because there's some kind of magic applied to it. It is able to tell whether the person who utters the word has good intentions or hostility. What's even more troublesome is that they can lock you in so quickly that you don't even have time to get out of here. The woman replied.

"But I did." Damonu pursed his lips and tasted the liquor in his glass.

"That's because we've been shielding this place a long time ago. No one knows what we're talking about here except the people in this house. (To be continued......)