Christian can be said to be at home these days, since the priest fell ill, except for the fixed daily bell ringing and food delivery, he has been squandering the rest of the time. Everyday life can be described as tranquil, but for him, this life is nothing more than a boring time.

He needed to have some fun.

Recently, there has been a legend of murderers in London, and people rarely dare to go out at night. Before it's too late, Christian plans to go out for a while, maybe there will be some "gains".

Christian wore a hat and gloves, and a strand of hair hanging down from his forehead covered his blind eye. He lowered the brim of his hat to cover the upper part of his face, and as a veteran, he was quite adept at doing it.

He didn't take the main road when he left the church, on the one hand, because there were too many people around him who knew him, and on the other hand, he was afraid of being caught by others. It was only after a considerable distance from the church that Christian walked back to the main road. This section of the road is a good place to start, with a lot of people to hide, and with the occasional passing carriage as a cover, it is easy to leave after you succeed.

Not far away, there were quite a few people standing around the bulletin boards on both sides of the road. Christian pressed his hat and squeezed into the crowd.

The wooden signs had not been cleaned for a long time, and the new ones were just pasted on top of the old ones for people to read, and in the corners of the signs, some of the previously posted signs had turned yellow and smelled disgustingly musty.

"Hell, there were dead people the other day, I really don't understand what the soldiers on the night patrol do, will anyone dare to come out at night like this?" someone in the crowd complained.

"Soldier, don't tease me, man, don't want them to do anything except when they're collecting taxes. ”

"No, no, no, they are usually very hardworking, and there is never a shortage of soldiers in Madame Mary's Courtyard, which I have seen there several times......" someone said in a lewd tone, and the people around him nodded understandingly.

"Have you heard that the King has summoned the Prince of Wales back to London? ”

"What's the use, this is not a war......"

The crowd chattered about the recent killer, but was disappointed by the inaction of the guards. By the time they were venting their frustrations, Christian's hands had already touched several purses. Although he had lost three fingers in his left hand, the only remaining fingers were still nimble enough to remove the money bag from the pockets of those who were indulging in grumbling.

"It's been a reward. Feeling the weight of his arms, Christian smiled inwardly. He quietly withdrew from the crowd and walked somewhere else. Glancing at the wanted warrant with only the shadow of a human figure, Christian snorted disdainfully: "A wanted warrant that you don't even know what you look like, you want to catch someone? ”

After he walked far away, the crowd of onlookers broke out into a commotion, fumbling for their clothes one by one......

The joy of the harvest made Christian a little carried away, and it was not until it was completely dark that he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to bring dinner to the priest, and he hurried to the church when he thought of this: "Damn, I actually forgot completely, delaying his meal is a small matter, if he knows that I am stealing again, he will definitely drive me away, damn it......"

Christians panted and ran back to the church, but instead of rushing in, he dug a pit in a hidden place around him, buried the stolen money, and then pretended to go back.

Christian thought about how to explain as he walked, and when he was only a dozen meters away from the church, he happened to see Elizabeth and a middle-aged man in a cloak coming out of the church. Christian hurriedly hid behind a nearby tree and secretly observed the two who came out.

Elizabeth didn't seem to be familiar with the man, and the two parted after just a few polite words. Watching the figure disappear into the darkness, Elizabeth turned and entered the church.

Surprisingly, the priest didn't seem to know about his outing, and Christian could only shrug his shoulders in surprise.

In fact, even if the priest knew, he would not have had time to lecture him. Father Sebas was carefully studying the information at the moment, and all he was thinking about was what to do in the future, and the dinner that Elizabeth had sent was already cold, but he still had no intention of eating.

The exact location of the vampire's hiding has been described in the intelligence, near Baker Street in London. But what puzzled the priest was that the report did not mention anything about the missing people who had a high probability of being converted......

Putting down the information, Father Sebas pressed his aching neck, and after a moment of relief, he felt hunger in his belly. The food on the table was already cold, but the priest did not care, and after eating the cured meat and creamy potato soup with bread, the priest turned and walked into the secret room.

The floor of the chamber was a bit messy, with bottles and scrap piled haphazardly on the floor. On the workbench, two scales, one containing a yellow solid and the other a black solid, a white pottery mortar containing a black-gray powder, and a neatly arranged crucible on the other side containing a cooled silver ingot......

Father Sebas walked over to the workbench and sat down, and after laying a piece of paper on the countertop, the priest poured the metal ingots from the crucible and used the file to crumble them into powder little by little. The Bible says that all wounds that are not wounded by holy objects will be healed in three breaths. But what exactly is a holy artifact, and where it exists, is not mentioned......

The Bloodhunt has been around for thousands of years, and after more than a thousand years of fighting, hunters have discovered that weapons made of silver can inflict damage that is difficult for the Bloods to heal, and that silver itself can burn the Bloodlines...... Through the interpretation of the Bible and the experience of actual combat, the bloodhunters believe that the so-called holy objects are silver!

While silver is capable of killing and injuring these undead monsters, silver is not suitable as a weapon in terms of metallic properties - it is not strong enough. Swords made of silver can be easily bent or even broken, and using such a weapon against a much more powerful creature than a human is tantamount to hunting a lion with a stick...... In order to change this, alchemists have forged and transformed metal for centuries to create Blood-Clan weapons that are tough, sharp, and lethal.