"A button!"

The witch frowned, she didn't recognize the button.

"It's no ordinary button."

"It's square, the buckle is inlaid with two layers of gold thread, and it's only used on expensive vintage dresses, and, you look at the crack on the back, it's forcibly torn off. ”

"What does that mean?" Gretel still didn't understand.

Ay!

Grace sighed softly, pulled her aside and whispered,

"John Condon was dressed in an old-fashioned gown last night, and the button was exactly the one on his dress."

“……”

The witch shook, and all kinds of terrible conjectures came to her mind, and the most terrible of these conjectures was that one night in the future, she was out on a mission and ran into a vampire named John Condon.

Just thinking about that kind of picture makes my heart feel uncomfortable to death.

No, this has to be stopped.

Gretel told Grace to continue the search, and she went over to the teacher and told her all the details of what had happened last night and what had happened to the woman and John Congton.

After listening to this story, the expression on Geralt's face suddenly became rich.

"John Condon, the eldest young master who killed his brother and imprisoned his mother, as far as I know him, he is not the kind of person who can sacrifice himself to save everyone in a critical moment!"

"But he did lure the woman away."

Geralt was silent, it was a fact that he could not deny,

"You want me to save him!"

"Yes, master, please help me."

"I'm afraid it's going to be hard."

Geralt stood up and said as he walked,

"A beautiful woman named Finica, whose coachman carries a crimson ring that only a vampire duke can wear, and beyond that, the divine law has no effect on her, and she can enter and leave other people's homes freely, and enjoy food."

Speaking of this, Geralt shook his head and wondered,

"It's easy to explain the freedom to go in and out of other people's homes, but I've never heard of a vampire with this ability when it comes to food, and the hunting code doesn't record it."

"But if she wasn't a vampire, how could there be a thousand-year-old vampire with the Crimson Ring as a servant, and these corpses, all the blood in her body was sucked dry, and there was not a drop left, who else but a vampire could do this." Gretel argued forcefully, pointing out two issues that could not be ignored.

"These two points need to be focused on."

Geralt agrees with this statement, the destructive power of the thousand-year-old vampire is extremely strong, and it really cannot be left unattended.

"Well, you go back with Grace first, and I'll meet some friends before we meet you."

"What about John Condon, we have to find a way to save him."

The demon hunting master frowned slightly, and he didn't understand the naivety shown by this apprentice,

"He was taken away last night, it's the next morning, if he is alive, nothing will happen, if he is unfortunately killed, and now he is a corpse, what's the use of worrying?"

“……”

Gretel was speechless and said no more.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Memphis, inside an old castle.

With a pale face and dark eyes, John Condon, who was about to fall to the ground if a gust of wind blew, pushed open the heavy wooden door and stood at the entrance of the empty hall, suddenly feeling the urge to cry

"Are you leaving?"

A cat-like voice came from behind him, and John was excited, and hurriedly said,

"It's already dawn, you rest for a while, and I'll come back another day." After speaking, he walked away, and the emaciated figure carried an indescribable sense of vicissitudes.

"I didn't expect to see you here."

As he walked down the stairs, a slightly immature voice came from the side, and John glanced back and said with some uncertainty,

"Danny Francis?"

"It's me!"

The boy stepped out of the shadows and appeared in front of John.

"Why are you here?"

John frowned slightly, and when he saw his unique pair of dark golden vertical pupils, his heart moved,

"You're of Finica blood?"

The boy did not answer, but looked at him motionlessly, his focused gaze seemed to want to see him through, and when he retracted his gaze and said in a hoarse tone,

"John Condon, stay away from the Francis family, stay away from Grace, or don't blame me for being unkind."

"Oh!" John raised an eyebrow, "Threaten me, interesting." ”

"A boy who can't even protect himself dares to threaten people, are you fucking head filled with water, or you were kicked by a donkey."

"You ......"

The boy was furious, his fingers grew sharp claws, and he went straight into battle form.

John shook his head and shouted to the coachman standing in the corner,

"Hey! Take care of your dog and don't let him bite everywhere. ”

The coachman closed his eyes and his expression was calm, like a sculpture standing upright.

John glanced at him and strode out.

"Stop me."

The boy was angry, his body shook, and he rushed forward at great speed, but before he could get close to John, there was a sudden sound of cold wind in his ears, and he turned his head to look at the tall figure that appeared beside him.

Bang!

A huge force came from his abdomen, and the boy screamed miserably, flew straight out, and slammed into the wall.

John glanced back at their performance, shook his head slightly, stepped out of the porch, and disappeared into the sunlight.

"Your Excellency?"

Danny Francis looked up, his expression a little dazed.

"Foolishly, you can't move Lord Finica's guests."

Abel scolded coldly and strode towards the second floor with his hands behind his back.

Pushing open the wooden door inlaid with blood-colored patterns, a row of bright candles came into view, Abel knelt on one knee and said respectfully,

"Master, John Condon has left."

"I see."

Finica got up from the bed, with only a translucent gown on her body, and as she moved, her two long snow-white legs crossed back and forth, shimmering seductively red in the candlelight.

"Abel, where are the bastards? Ran away? ”

"No, I took it upon myself to catch them all, and now they're in the dungeon."

"Well done."

Finika patted him on the shoulder and smiled,

"Is that female vampire named Serena also in the dungeon?"

"Yes."

"Let her go, and tell her that in three days, get John Conton's head, and if she can't do that, kill all her accomplices."

Hearing this, Abel paused for a moment, paused for a second, and then hurriedly bowed down and answered,

"I'll do it!"

"Hmmm! Go ahead! ”

Finika yawned, returned to the bedside, picked up the painting on the drawing board, and looked at it quietly by the candlelight,

Painting is the most popular ink painting at the moment, but the content and style of painting are so unique.

In the blood-red flame, a naked woman lazily leaned on the bed, she had long black hair, blood-red eyes, and a perfect face like a finely carved sculpture.

She supported her head with her left hand, patted her mouth with her right hand and yawned, her expression seemed to be lazy and delicate, like a cat that had just woken up, her long black hair was scattered on her body, and the gap between the hair strands was full of pink skin, under the delicate collarbone, her round chest was like a mountain peak towering on the plain, the only pity was that the tempting pink at the top of the mountain peak, hidden under the scattered hair, made people can't help but take a closer look.

Looking down the chest, the slender and rounded waist is delicately curved, and an annoying curtain appears at the highest point of the arc at an inopportune time, the bed curtain hangs downward, clinging to the skin, blocking the enticing thighs and the mysterious part between the legs, but the folds on the bed curtain perfectly outline the structure of the mysterious part.

This is a modernist painting with hints of qing, with a hazy sense of mystery everywhere, so that people can't take their eyes off it at a glance, and their hearts are pounding, and they just want to take it to a small dark room, light a candle, and taste it alone.

This is not the first portrait Finica has had, but it is what she likes and enjoys the most, not only in terms of painting, but also by the people who paint it.