On the other side, Ranmarlot's red and swollen eyes were twisting his nose, and Geraint on the side persuaded: "Okay, okay, haven't you noticed that there are too many things strange in this matter?" Ranmarlot: "Did you say that the Godfather is not dead?" Geraint touched his head: "This is a bit unlikely, no matter how bold you are, you can't take such a big thing as a scam." ”

Ranmarlot looked like he was about to cry again, and Bowes covered his ears: "Have you been crying all day and haven't you finished it?" Ranmalotte tugged at his red nose and said in an urn voice: "If you find this murderer, you must find the murderer." Bose touched his chin pensively and asked, "Do you think it was the hunter?" ”

Ranmalot: "Although I think something is wrong, but the proof of Galahad and his godson is there, but I can't find any other possibility for a while. Bowes: "The point is, I always feel like there's so much to look into here, as if someone is forcing us to deliberately not give us time to think. ”

Geraint: "You don't mean Lancelot, do you?" It's impossible, he's been in Rome all the time, and it's impossible to attack the godfather and say that he has no reason. Bowes: "Then if he ordered someone else to ......" Geraint: "Impossible, two godfathers, Braim's old vampire is a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, how can he rest assured that others will complete this great conspiracy if he doesn't do it himself?" ”

Ranmalot: "And who will it be?" Bowes' black eyes blinked, "If it's a conspiracy, do you want to believe it?" Ranmalot slapped his thigh again, and the flame tattoo on his face seemed to be burning with anger on his face: "I don't care about any conspiracy. All I have to do is find out who is the Godfather of Corleone. Bowes looked at Geraint again, and Geraint hesitated for a moment and suddenly looked up and smirked: "Hmm...... I'm going with the flow! I don't want to delve into it, I'm afraid that this terrible mastermind will attack my wife and children. ”

Bowes smiled: "You're really a good father, but you're the worst employee. Geraint: "Hah! I think so too, Bowes, what do you think? Bose replied briefly: "Wait for it to change." ”

While everyone was thinking differently, Lancelot, Bedwell, and Galahad, who knew only the minutiae, sat in a room and deliberated. Bedwell: "Where did Al go?" He didn't say a word, and I feel like a lot of people don't believe what he says now. ”

Galahad asked Lancelot indignantly: "Yes, he did everything, why did he let the teacher out when he was cleaning up the mess?" Lancelot leisurely peeled oranges: "Because he still needs to hide as a 'godson' now, he has no say in the meeting." ”

Bedwell stroked her red hair: "Are you sure you're alone and you'll be able to deal with them for the rest of the time?" Lancelot: "They won't have any problems, because they haven't figured everything out yet, and they have their own interests and positions. ”

Galahad: "Oh! It turns out that the teacher has grasped this? How I didn't think of it. Lancelot squinted his eyes and smiled while breaking the orange petals, and said, "The loyalty of a knight is under the premise of ensuring his fiefdom and interests." ”

Bedwell had a mocking smile on his face: "Lance." Your theories should all be based on dealing with those in this room, right? Lancelot then looked up at Bedwell: "Is there anything else I don't know?" ”

Bedwell: "Didn't Master Al sue you?" We did not find Gawain's body. Lancelot's hand suddenly stopped. After a while, he put the orange petal in his mouth and chewed it slowly as he said, "This is really bad news. ”

Unknown town of Calabria, Italia

Gawain felt his consciousness constantly alternating between reality and dreams, and now when he opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window, he couldn't be sure if he was in reality or in a dream. "Are you awake?" An unfamiliar voice faintly sounded in my ears.

Gawain barely opened his heavy eyelids and saw standing beside his bed a thin old man with a kind face and gray hair, with a straight waist and a neat gray suit and a gray-white oblique striped bow tie. He wears a pair of round glasses with silver rimmed eyes. Although his appearance is old, he looks very energetic.

Gawain looked left and right: "What about that person?" The old man replied, "The master has something to do and go out for a while." Hearing his name and the way the old man was dressed, he judged that he was the "butler" of "that man". Gawain asked in a low voice, "Didn't your master explain what you did with me?" ”

Old butler: "The master instructed to take care of Mr. Gawain as he took care of him." Gawain: "Huh." This is a great gift to me now, what does he need me to do for him while he lives? The old butler: "The master has not said it, and the master still has something for me to convey to Mr. Gawain." ”

Gawain: "What? The old housekeeper: "The scenery outside is very good." If you have time, you can go out and see more. Gao Wen looked at the old butler's round lenses and lowered his steady and wise gray eyes: "Okay, please tell him, I will thank him in person." Old butler: "Do you need anything else?" Gawain: "Please give me a glass of water." The old butler agreed, turned and walked out of the room.

The door shut, and Gawain was immersed in the sleepy dim yellow light, and he turned his head to look out the window, where the bright moon hung in the dark night sky, and the twinkling stars erased the stereotypical depth of the deep night.

"Tomorrow...... Let's go out for a walk. Gawain said to himself.

The Vampire Slayer's Guild is in Rome, and after Simon gets off the bus, Custer and Long Wenhu Che continue on to Milano, and he takes a flight to Rome alone.

Italia Rome

The Hunters' Union is located in the central area of the government, and unlike other branches that use the police station as a disguise, this building is actually a small church, although it looks like a historical relic from the ancient Italia era, but it looks too ordinary in the city of Rome, which is full of historical sites.

Looking at the watch on his wrist, it was close to twelve o'clock in the morning, and Simon walked straight into the main church after showing his ID, his monotonous footsteps sounding in the empty space, and the dim candlelight lengthened the shadow he cast on the ground.

He walked to the crucifixion statue of Jesus with his hands folded in prayer, when a man in a monk's black robe appeared silently next to the statue, holding a candlestick in his hand and a wide black robe and hood over his head, whose face was unrecognizable in the dim light.

"Simon. Belmont Superintendent, please come with me. The monk raised the candlestick in his hand and walked towards Simon, the candle flame casting a huge shadow of the cross on the ground, and the shadow of the cross hung over Simon's head with the monk's steps.

At this moment, the shadow of the cross cast on the ground suddenly shone with a dazzling silver light, and the monk holding the candlestick aloft was like a poet chanting a hymn: "Above the divine light, under the shadow of darkness, you and I will go to battle together, my heart is for you, your heart is for me." Amen! ”

In the center of the shadow of the cross, Simon closed his eyes and folded his hands and said, "God is with you and me, Amen." (To be continued......)