The endless night is ruled by strong winds and showers, and the leaves are like pariahs in front of tyrants, easily torn apart by the wind, falling to the ground, and then blending with the mud that gradually muddies......

On nights like these, even the most industrious soldiers do not go out on duty, and the people lock themselves in their houses early, praying that the bad weather will pass quickly, and some of them are already leaking......

On the deserted road, a war horse galloped in the rain, and the strong horse's hooves fell together, and the mud carried up flew into the night......

The war horse must have been running for a long time, and its rain-soaked body was full of hazy steam. In the mist, a black figure lay on its back, barely controlling the reins with only one hand.

Father Sebas tried to fit his body as closely as possible with the horse, so as to reduce the consumption of horsepower. On a night like this, it should have stayed in a dry stable like its own kind, but now...... The priest touched the horse's neck apologetically, but such a simple gesture made his face, hidden under the mask, look extremely painful.

Edward the Black Prince's block was extremely powerful, and the blow from the head-on collision made the priest feel like his right arm was about to break. After successfully launching a second charge, he did not dare to fight, but even so, the swift axe spear like a meteor slashed his shoulder...... The cold rain paralyzed the transmission of pain, and even so, the priest felt black in front of his eyes. Fortunately, tonight's heavy rain washed away all traces along the way, and if the group of immortal monsters caught up, I am afraid that he will really have to serve God.

"Hurry, child, hurry up......," urged the priest, who must return to the church before dawn and, first, visit someone......

The horse finally came to a stop in front of a small wooden building under his control, and the priest struggled to dismount, but fell into the mud. Step by step, he climbed to the door of the wooden building, and then slammed it against the door with the last strength he had, again and again.

After some time, the wooden door was suddenly opened, and Father Sebas fell to the ground, and after seeing the appearance of the visitor, Father Sebas smiled bitterly, and then fainted.

The fire flickered in the fireplace, making the shadows in the room jump and jump, and it looked a little eerie. On the wooden table in the center of the first floor, an old man with a naked upper body was lying flat on it, wrapped in a thick bandage. Although the old man was very old, his body was still strong, and the contours of his muscles rose and fell like hills in the light of the fire, reminding people of how strong he must have been when he was younger.

The rain was still falling, as if it was about to drown the world.

A woman dressed in a coarse cloth satissle in a chaise longue in front of the fireplace with a cup of tea, her eyes gazing at the flames. On the chairs on the other side of the fireplace, damp cloaks and men's tunics hung silently steaming on one side of the fire.

After some time, there was a creaking sound from the other side of the table, and the woman heard it, but she did not look back.

Father Sebas sat on the edge of the table and shook his dazed head, but he pulled the wound on his shoulder and gasped.

"You'd better stay still. The woman said with her back to him, in a light tone, as if speaking to the air.

"You know...... There's no way I'm not moving. The priest bowed his head, his damp white hair hanging down from his eyes, obscuring his deep eye sockets. He tried to move his right arm, which was swollen more than usual, and there was a noticeable bruise on the part of his elbow. It hurt a little, but luckily, it didn't seem to hurt the bones.

"I drank the medicine and went out, whether I was dead or alive or not, it didn't matter to me. The woman said coldly.

The priest looked around by the light of the fireplace, and on the counter, not far from the table, there was a large porcelain bowl with the smell of medicine. After walking over and drinking the bitter potion, Father Sebas picked up the half-dried clothes from his chair, put them on one by one, and paced the door, and as he was about to leave the door, the priest suddenly said, "I'm sorry for the trouble again, Norma." ”

The woman seemed to be asleep, lying quietly on the chaise longue, motionless.

The priest sighed, then turned and closed the door. On the platform in front of the door, the war horse stood quietly, and when he saw the priest come out, he rubbed his head against him.

The priest patted the horse apologetically on the neck, then somehow rolled over and rushed in the direction of the church. watched the figure of a man and a horse disappear into the rainy night, and the figure by the attic window also left silently......

Even the temporary residence of the Black Prince Edward looked a little sad in such a heavy rain. In particular, the dark curtains hanging around the house to block the sun make this luxurious mansion reveal an out-of-place decay and dead silence.

Even though it wasn't his first time here, Viscount Towell still walked among the lawns with a cold face, not caring in the slightest about his delicate leather boots being stained with wet dirt and grass clippings.

Pushing open the meaningless door, the viscount took off the poncho he was wrapping around and handed it to the maid who had been waiting for him.

"My lord, the host is waiting for you in his room, please forgive me for not being able to lead you. The maid said cautiously.

"Hmm. It's okay, I'll go alone, let's go down. With that, Viscount Towell turned and walked inside. This mansion has five floors, and the only place for a person like him to stay is in the most central place......

As soon as Thorville stepped onto the floor of the third floor, a faint hint of sweetness came over him. He followed the smell little by little to the deepest room, where the smell was so strong that it was almost pungent! He pushed open the open door, and a naked man stood in the center, biting a boy on the slender neck roughly. The man's body was covered with large scabs of blood, which looked extremely hideous, and as his Adam's apple rose and fell, the scabs peeled off at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing newborn skin as white as a baby.

On the ground lay more than a dozen dead children, both boys and girls. Their last expressions were all terrified, as if they had seen a demon......

"You didn't ask me to come here to admire such masterpieces. Thorville's eyes swept over the corpses on the ground, and then at Edward, the Black Prince, who was gasping for breath after drinking the blood.

"Shut up, Viscount. Yu appreciates your abilities, but that doesn't mean he will forgive you for your rudeness. Edward, the Black Prince, said coldly, his eyes flashing with irrepressible anger.

"Yes, sir. Tell me, then, what exactly are you calling me to? ”

A cloth bag landed in front of Tovel, who caught it with great precision. Viscount Thornville opened it and saw a silver cross with a broken chain falling out of it. In such weather, the metal should be cold, but after the cross fell in his hand, there was an indescribable burning pain.

"Is it just a silver cross?" asked Towell, putting his contents back into his cloth bag.

"The cross is ordinary, but what is hidden behind it is interesting. Edward, the Black Prince, walked over to the sofa and sat down: "Go and inform Yu's father that the Bloodhunting Organization has appeared in London, and Yu knows how to bring them down......"

"Yes. ”