"Mom, I'm back." Carter walked briskly back to his home, pushed open the door, and embraced his mother with open arms.

His mother kissed him on the cheek with joy: "My child, it's good to come back, speaking of which, your father and I are very worried, those crazy people are not normal people after all. ”

"It's nothing, they don't dare to deal with me at this juncture, but I don't think this city can stay anymore, we need to leave as soon as possible."

"No problem, my father and I are ready, we will leave tonight." His mother said as she let go of her eldest son's hand, "Come, child, I have chosen a very good blood food for you today. ”

Following his mother, Carter sees the kid tied up in the kitchen.

"Mother, is it okay?" Carter and his mother brought the food to the table.

"We won't be here from today, let those churches have a headache, and wait for your father to come back from the salon now." Mother replied with a smile.

"Where's Kata?" Carter noticed that his brother was not at home, and if he was at home, he was now afraid that the blood food had been stolen.

"He went to the library to return the books, and I think it's the right thing to do, there are too many prophets on the side of the god of knowledge who can track us, and if we can, we'd better not leave anything that can cause and effect them." The mother said as she turned around and pulled the knife from the knife holder.

"Wait a minute, Mother, can't we eat something fresher?" The eldest son, Carter, asked.

“…… Well, I think you're a good idea. The mother put the knife back in its place, and then used a little sleeping technique to put them to sleep at dinner: "This is the secret recipe to keep the blood food fresh, my child, remember this, too much nervousness will make the quality of the blood food deteriorate." ”

"I went upstairs to pack my bags, Kata just bought the newspaper, you should like it." The mother seemed to have a lot of work to do, and she walked down the hallway: "By the way, listen, I contacted the newspaper delivery company by phone this morning, and they will ask a newspaper delivery boy to come and sign a contract with us later, and that child will be your father's favorite blood food." ”

"I see, Mother." Seeing his mother walk up the stairs, Carter turned to look at the girl on the table and frowned.

When will we be able to get rid of such a sad fate, O goddess of the moon, can our people really only live like spirits who drink blood?

The young vampire sighed.

He can't answer this question, and no one will give him an answer, just like it is said in human beings that everyone can choose their own path, but they cannot choose their parents.

Back in the living room, sitting on the couch, Carter took the newspaper in his hand and flipped through it.

Knowledge changes fate, a phrase he read last month from a collection of detective stories serialized in the newspaper, which made Carter think so.

How nice it would be if knowledge could change fate, if it were true.

It's a pity that knowledge has changed his concept, changed his mentality, changed his recipes, but it can't change his fate as a vampire...... Even the instinct of thirst for blood could not be overcome.

Vampires always say, poor live animals, poor short breeds.

But in Carter's view, they are just poor immortals.

………………

After drinking tea, Casaman sighed, he stood up, and shook hands with his old boss: "There is still a month, I suddenly feel a little sorry, I knew that I spent more money last year, maybe I am the bishop, maybe I can baptize you today." ”

"Pull it down, you little bastard, I don't know what you're thinking, you don't want to be a bishop at all, do you?" The old man smiled and shook hands with him: "Take care, boy." ”

"Take care, old thing, old rules, I'll go first." Releasing his hand, Casaman strode towards the exit.

He could feel the old man's gaze on his back, and the young man who was no longer young felt warmth, just as he had watched him leave the church school fifteen years ago.

Casaman pushed open the door, pulled out the pocket watch in his arms, and glanced at the time.

At this time, four big men passed by him and walked into the store, and he looked at one of them.

A very ordinary face.

It's also a quiet place to talk about life and ideals.

Not wanting to make trouble for himself, Casaman turned around and walked to the corner and lit a cigarette for himself while passing the time in boredom.

When the mission is completed, he and her return to their hometown, and after fulfilling all his wishes, what will he do?

Casaman had never thought of such a thing before, because it was so far away that he didn't even know if he would live to the end of his mission, and just two months ago, he even felt that he would have to do this dirty job for the rest of his life.

Taking a puff of his cigarette, Cassaman looked at the roadside fruit stand – might you like to plant some apple trees?

Great idea, she'll love it.

Thinking of this, Casaman laughed rarely.

It turns out that planning for your life is such an interesting thing.

………………

Andy watched Casaman leave, he stood up, and the old man, who had some leg problems, picked up his top hat, pulled out his wallet and walked to the counter.

The manager of the southern Thai store sitting at the counter smiled at the customers who came to pay the bill, and the middle-aged man who was tanned by the sun stood up: "Sir, you go slower." ”

"Thank you, young man." Standing in front of the counter, Andy opened his wallet: "How much." ”

"A pot of tea, five corners, sir." After the store manager finished speaking, he raised his head when he heard the footsteps, and his face showed surprise.

Andy's hand holding the wallet dropped it, reached into his trench coat and pulled out the revolver.

A crossbow bolt burrowed into the forehead of the Thai shopkeeper.

They want to live! Andy turned, picked up his cane with his free left hand, and stabbed him in the crotch at the approaching strong man, the sharp end of the crutch piercing the palm he was trying to block and stabbing into his leg.

The spell's psionic energy fluctuates through the coffee shop, and Andy fires at the fallen strong man - killing him, and the muzzle of the gun is quickly raised with the help of recoil.

The muzzle of the gun was raised, but Andy couldn't hear the gunshot, and the silence zone took control.

When the trigger was pulled, Andy's hand was lifted, and the old man had already let go of his cane, pulled a short dagger out of it and stabbed it into the man's ribs, and the spring-loaded blade ejected from the grip of the crutch, a blow that should penetrate his heart.

Andy was then pushed to the ground, and as his head hit the counter, the old man fainted.

"Both of them died." Confirming his companion, the strong man raised his head: "Li, there is definitely something wrong with this guy." ”

"Let's just ask him." After Li finished speaking, he and the strong man walked to the back of the store with him.

The lock in front of the store is automatically locked, which means that the business sign is flipped to the closed side.

………………

Glancing at the city gate, the halfling Linz smiled—the city guards at the gate were still checking on the passers-by as if they hadn't woken up.

This means that their behavior has not been detected and is very smooth.

Walking down the avenue, into the alley, and into the wall at the end of the alley, which suddenly opened, she saw her subordinates, and she saw the tall competitor.

The latter looked at her with contempt: "The thing is obtained." ”

"Of course, I'll leave it to you, my old friend, Susan." The Northlander, who said he was a friend, but was Linz's greatest rival, took the bag and confirmed the contents: "Very good, I'll take it underground next, your mission is done, Linz, my good sister, why don't you go find a place to relax." ”

"Of course, if I could, I would take a carriage to the northern city of Romki, where there is the most pleasing tavern for halflings, and I will relax myself, and I will leave it to you." Linz laughed and walked backwards away from the joint, not wanting to expose his back to her 'good friend'.

"Goodbye, old friend." She said with a smile on her face.

"Goodbye, good sister." She replied, the joy on her face pure.

Exiting the alley, the halfling motioned for her little henchmen to leave, she waited at the entrance of the alley, and then jumped into the city's parade carriage: "Call me in the west of the city." ”

Sitting in the carriage, she was lucky to have no guests to share the crowded space with her, only a little doll sitting in the seat opposite her.

As the carriage started, as the carriage began to reinforce, as the curtains on the carriage windows closed automatically, the little doll opened her eyes: "Sequence Zero, Miss Linz Morvis, good morning." ”

"Good morning, Lady Noan, all you have to do is call me by name." Linz sat down with a solemn face, like a child in school, pursuing ritual-like etiquette.

"Well, Miss Linz, congratulations, your mission is done." The little doll stood up: "The rest of the work will be handed over to the National Security Operations Section." ”

"Yes, the magic circle arranged by the cultists in the sewers should have several nodes, and they only need to be destroyed to stop the transformation and summoning rituals......" Speaking of this, the halfling was silent for a moment: "I hope all these sacrifices and efforts can be fulfilled." ”

"Yes, Miss Linz, we have been preparing for today's action for ten years, and the entire church hierarchy will come to this city to watch the ceremony, this is a good opportunity for us to catch them all, and there is no better choice than today." At this point, the little doll's cashmere and cotton-filled hands made a gesture to straighten her head: "Miss Linds, this car will help you get out of the city, please enjoy the next trip to the largest halfling tavern in Romki City, have a good time, Miss Linz." ”

“…… Mrs. Noan, you've eavesdropped on me again, right? Linz narrowed her eyes.

The doll's neck is very humanly tilted to one side, and then the doll, which has lost its spirituality, collapses on the seat.

Linz rolled his eyes, and he opened the small window at the front of the car: "Coachman." ”

"Miss, your command." The coachman asked without looking back, and Linz smiled: "Carl, take me home, I want to take a good bath." ”

"No problem, miss."

………………

Watching his opponent exit the alley and get into the parade carriage, Susan raised her eyebrows, motioned for his men to open the lid of the passage to the sewers, and walked down with the goods in her arms.

"Madame, aren't you worried that little slut betraying us?" A thin old man followed.

"Don't worry, my old Terr." Without looking back, Susan walked ahead and answered his question at the same time: "Linz and I are indeed rivals, but he is one of the few mind readers in the sect who can obtain information from the upper echelons, and her loyalty is unquestionable, if she will betray us, then there are probably no loyalists in our sect." ”

"If that's the case, that's for the best." The thin old man nodded, and then he slowed down: "Madam, you are the only one to move forward, please pay attention to safety." ”

"Don't worry, it's like our home." Susan turned and smiled at the old man, then turned and walked into the depths of the sewers.

The old man watched her leave, then turned and walked to the exit, and the cane behind him touched the pipe in the wall, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

Walking up the steps, a big man stretched out his hand and helped the old man: "Mr. Tel, you look very happy." ”

"yes, it's a great ritual, we're summoning a great god, and the thought of me being able to be a part of it in my lifetime is really exciting." After the old man finished speaking, he walked to the side and sat down: "I will guard this place, and no one is allowed to leave." ”

"But I want to go to the toilet." Dahan and his companion said in unison.

“…… What a stupid donkey, you go together and look at each other! ”

So the two big men left the room and went into the toilet together.

One stands on one side of the partition and the other on the other side of the partition.

The two big men untied their pockets together, and while pulling out the notes and stones that had been prepared long ago, one threw them through the window, and the other stuffed them through the hole in the wall.

With that settled, the two men exited the cubicle, smiled tacitly at each other, and left the stinking ghost place together.

………………

The dwarf sitting in the alley looked at the stones and the note that had fallen into his arms, threw the stone at the mouse on the side of the road, stuffed the note into the letter on the pigeon's leg on his shoulder, and let it fly as fast as he could.

Then he got up and began to clean up his borrowing stand.

At this time, a halfling came out of the alley, and a cat ran past his feet, passed under the gnome's stall, and ran out of the alley.

The gnome glanced at the mouse that had been stunned by the stone, and then at the direction in which the cat had disappeared.

He scratched his face, thinking to himself that there were still cats that didn't eat mice these days?

But if you manage it, your job is done.

"Brother, are you not doing business today?" The halfling walked past him and asked with some curiosity.

"Yes, brother, are you going out to shine your shoes at this time today?" The dwarf glanced at him, equally curious.

"Life always needs to be better with your own hands." The halfling replied with a smile, "I'm going to go to the Central District today to find an opportunity, what about you." ”

"I think so, business is not good here, maybe I should go to the west side of the city." The dwarf replied as he put the book in the box.

He picked up the box and the folded table: "We are on the same road? ”

"Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, a patrol officer appeared at the entrance of the alley, and he saw the halfling and the dwarf: "Hey! What do you want to do?! ”

Without any verbal exchange, nor any gestures, the gnomes and halflings scrambled to turn and run away.

The patrol officer snorted, and didn't chase them, but smiled with his colleagues beside him: "Don't they know that the city lord has specially issued an order to allow freelancers to set up stalls in the area before the Central District in the past month. ”

"Who knows, maybe it's a reflex."

"What?"

"Conditioned reflex, their first reaction when they saw us was to run away."

“…… That's right, where did you learn it? ”

"My child's teacher taught me."

Speaking of this, the two patrolmen frowned, the smell in the alley was not good, and they could only choose to retreat.

………………

As soon as he finished reading the newspaper serial, Carter heard a knock on the door, and with a frown, he walked to the door and opened it.

I saw a small child, dressed in the clothes of a newsboy—a gray short-sleeved shirt with a white-washed collar; The brown bib jeans were rolled up at the corners because they were too big, and one strap slipped down the shoulder.

He carried a large satchel with some newspaper corners peeking out: "This is Yudam's house, right, I am the newsboy of the Daily Pamir newspaper, Mr. Vince said that he wanted to order the newspaper, and I came to deliver the contract." ”

"Won't you shake this rope?" Carter was a little curious.

"What is this?" The kid looked confused.

Carter was stunned for a moment—well, it was indeed his fault, the boy was clearly illiterate, and he didn't even know the words by the door or the meaning of the rope.

So he stepped back - it was his father's favorite blood food, and he could stop himself, but he couldn't betray his family.

"Ah, is it a newsboy?" The mother's voice came from behind him, and Carter looked at his mother as he moved out of the hallway so the child could walk in.

He saw his mother's smile change to doubt, and then to fear and fear.

At the same time, he also heard the sound of the firing pin hitting the cartridge case.

Then the gunshot rang out, and Carter, who had lost his balance, fell out the door as the spiked soles of the child's somewhat oversized boots zoomed in on his vision.

At the moment when the nail entered the flesh, Carter began to wail - this nail seeped silver!

……………………

As a mother, Nofar watched as the child stomped on her son's face while the revolver in his hand was set on fire to herself.

Having lived long enough for Nofar to disarm the illusion and give herself a stone skin spell, but the gun was so big that the bullet still pierced her knee, and the unfolded silent zone shoved the spell she wanted to cast back into her mouth.

It's a silver-oozing warhead!

The pain in her leg was far less than the pain in the mother's heart, and she struggled to get up, just in time to see the little child lift the branch and pump it on her eldest son, and also to see her eldest son convulsing and screaming.

Yes, it's the agent of Anonymous!

Her mind immediately recalled the meaning of the branch.

These devils! They're hunting!

Why! Why! These devils! They have fled to this world, why are there still people chasing them!

Vermilion tears rolled down her eyes.

Nofar fell to the ground until someone drove the silver-oozing nail into her back, and in a painful tear, she was dragged out of the house.

Thrown out into the street, Nofar looked at his eldest son, who lay there blankly, with only the occasional twitch indicating that he was still alive.

And an old man came to Nofar: "Hello, Madam, I am Constance, bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest in Pamir, and I have a question for you, about your second child, Kata. ”

"Kata! What did you do with him! Nofar's eyes widened.

"It's up to you, ma'am, if you don't honestly cooperate with my inquiry, then I can only use him as the most precious specimen in the trophy room...... Just as you did in the kingdom of Trafanishia. The old man squatted down, his expression sincere.

Nofar glanced at his eldest son: "I say it all, but you must swear that you will keep my children safe and let them leave alive." ", she said.

"No problem, I have a lot of questions for you, ma'am." The old man smiled and sat down on the stone chair that rose from the ground: "Now, who will help this lady up?" ”