The unceremonious tone was still tough, as if he was interrogating the prisoner, John instantly became angry and said coldly,

"What are you doing, sir? interrogation or interrogation,

If it is an inquiry, then I have the right to choose not to answer;

If it is an interrogation, then please go out and turn left.

I don't remember that the contract we signed also gave you the right to interrogate me. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"John Condon, don't challenge the limits of my patience."

"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you."

A roaring roar interrupted Mars's words, and John took a deep breath, ignoring the Templars' angry gaze, walked to the table, picked up the herbal tea and poured it into his stomach, and said with an ugly face

"I just got a message about werewolves."

After a moment of silence, John continued, "Do you know how many there are around the manor? ”

"Eight, that's the least, not the most, and that's not counting the four in the forest."

"And you?

You're the only one. ”

“1vs12。”

I don't know what I thought, John suddenly let out a low laugh, his face was sad and helpless, he let out a long sigh, and asked,

"Lord Knight, I take the liberty of asking you a question, under the same external conditions, how many giant wolves can you fight at once?"

A simple question wiped out all the anger in the Templars' eyes, and Mars furrowed his brow, his face unconsciously filled with solemnity,

"I don't believe what you say, unless you show evidence."

"Evidence?"

John shook his head with a smile, blew out the candle, walked to the bed, planted himself under the covers, and said to himself,

"I won't give you proof, if you don't believe it, please go back,

When you go back, remember to tell the priest that if there is no other backhand, it is better for you to leave as soon as possible, this land is full of darkness and there is no soil for the Church. ”

At this point, John thought of something, stood up, and said,

"I have one more piece of news for you, know my brother! It's Blake Condon, he's also a werewolf, brown-haired. ”

A sentence made the Templar who was about to step out of the door suddenly stiffened, his face full of shock, he slowly turned around, and whispered,

"What do you say, your brother ......"

"Yes!"

John shook his head with a wry smile, with grief and hesitation in his eyes, as if immersed in the heart-wrenching news,

"It's true, someone has seen it with their own eyes, and for some reason I can't tell you the source of the message, but tomorrow afternoon, the news will spread."

With that, John stopped speaking, and lay on the bed, his eyes hollow, staring at the ceiling above.

An atmosphere of sadness permeated the icy air.

Looking at his silent appearance, for some reason, Mars had some sympathy for this treacherous young master.

However, the poor man has his own hate, and who can blame it.

As the door closed, Mars left.

Ten minutes later, John opened his eyes, and a blue circle of light appeared in the pupil of his left eye.

"Zero, is he gone?"

"It's gone."

"Good."

John got up from the bed, opened the virtual panel, pulled down the vertical bar, and selected the four items of shooting, riding, hand-to-hand combat, and swordsmanship on the ability panel, and asked,

"How much soul energy does it cost to strengthen these four abilities from basic to entry?"

A second later, a familiar voice came through my head,

"10 points for shooting, 15 points for riding, 18 points for hand-to-hand combat, and 21 points for swordsmanship, a total of 64 soul energy points are required."

"So much?"

John frowned, his face was a little unsightly, 64 points of soul energy to upgrade these four items from the foundation to the entry, but there are three levels of professional, master, and grandmaster above the entry, according to the normal situation, the higher the level, the more soul energy is needed, and if the layers are superimposed, the number of soul energy required to strengthen all the grandmasters is likely to become an extremely terrifying number.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

John shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and began to strengthen.

……

The cold and wet autumn wind swept across the Mississippi River, setting off ripples that rose and fell with the wind, and flowed far along the night wind.

As the red sun rises in the east and the sun shines on the earth, a new day has arrived.

On a branch of the Mississippi River, a rapid cough suddenly sounded on the calm surface of the river.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Blake got up from the river beach, his naked body was covered with terrible wounds, some of the wounds were rolled up and flesh rolled up, and what was even more disgusting was the mud attached to the wounds, black, sticky and constantly drilling into the flesh, like countless wriggling earthworms, looking very disgusting.

A night of fighting, a night of fleeing, the young man who has lived a prosperous life since childhood has never experienced such a tragic battle.

He was already desperate, and if he hadn't jumped off a cliff with the determination to die, and happened to fall into a dark river with a strong current, he would probably not have escaped the fate of being beheaded.

Thinking of last night's events, fear involuntarily came out of his eyes, and Blake used his hands and feet to quickly crawl towards the shore,

But at this moment, a galloping figure suddenly rushed out of the bushes, and with a heavy kick, he was pushed back into the river.

"Die, mongrel."

The roar exploded in his ears, and before Blake could come back to his senses, the strong figure had already rushed up, and his powerful big hand pressed his head and stuffed it into the river.

The river flowed down his mouth and nose into his stomach, and his body seemed to be wrapped in ice, and for a moment, Blake felt that all his strength was gone,

"Everyone is dead, why are you still alive."

Enraged, Luke grabbed Blake's head and kept pushing him into the water until the surrounding river was stained dark red with blood, holding him by the neck with his backhand and throwing him into the grass on the shore like a sack

The agony was finally over, and Blake was gasping for air, his limbs aching and his eyelids so heavy that he could barely break free.

Time passed slowly, I don't know how long it was,

A sharp pain woke Blake from his confusion, he clutched his stomach, curled into a ball, and kept convulsing, after this period of rest, the wounds on his body had healed, but his body was still in an extremely weak state, and he did not even have the strength to raise his hand.

"Get up for me!"

Luke stepped forward and grabbed him by the neck and roared loudly,

"Damn bastard, how dare you betray us."

Syllable!

A slap was slapped on the pale face, and a furious Luke pressed Blake's head into the dirt, leaned over and leaned in his ear, questioning,

"Say, why did you betray us, why did you betray your father."

"I didn't!" Blake said bitterly,

"Dare to quibble."

Syllable! There was a crunch.

The left side of Blake's face instantly turned red, and the fishy sweet taste spread in his mouth, and he was completely angry, pushing Luke away with all his strength, and roared loudly,

"I'm not a traitor, even if you kill me, it's not."

As he spoke, this young man, who had not yet passed his 20th birthday, couldn't stand the grievances in his heart, and cried whining, wiping his tears while crying,

"I really don't know what those gunshots were, I don't know who that person is, I don't know why he's with a vampire, if I knew these things beforehand, would I be stupid enough to be chased with you like a street rat with no way out?"

Luke was speechless when he asked a question, and there was nowhere to pour out his anger.

This kid is right, when he was escaping, if he hadn't made a timely move, he would have been killed by that Viking long ago.

But not doubting does not mean believing, Luke walked up to him, stared at him fiercely with the only one eye left, and asked,

"Then tell me, who else knows we're going to camp in the forest tonight?"

Hearing this, Blake was instantly stunned, and the confusion that had flashed in his heart earlier came out,

That human with a vampire!

Yes, it's him, although he covers his face with a hood, his figure always gives people a familiar feeling, as if he has seen it somewhere, and it is the kind that is frequent.

Blake frowned, contemplating,

We often see each other, but we can't remember the name, who is it?

The people in the manor kept flashing in their minds like film, and they were eliminated one by one, until in the end only the figure who always liked to keep his head down and a sullen face remained.

"Nope! It can't be, it can't be him! ”

Blake muttered to himself, his face full of shock and disbelief, and even a hint of trepidation.

"What impossible, who are you talking about?" Luke grabbed his face and asked,

"My brother, John Condon."

Blake said in silence, looking up with a blank look in his eyes.

(PS: Werewolves have good night vision, several times more than humans.) ）