Since the rainstorm began, it seems that there is no intention of stopping. The rain accumulated ankle-deep in the streets of London, and at night torches lit up like a river of dark waves......

Both nobles and commoners watched the raindrops falling from the sky with concern, such weather had not been seen in decades, and no one knew how long it would last.

"I'm afraid this rain is just a sign that something bad is about to happen. Robbie swallowed the wine from his glass with difficulty, his fleshy face full of worry, "Priest, do you think I should sell all the wine in my hand now?" ”

Father Sebas half-lay on the bed and nodded, he had not seen him for a few days, and his condition was even worse. The priest's face was frighteningly pale, and his body had lost a lot of weight, but his silver hair was still shining in comparison, although it was probably because he hadn't cleaned his hair for several days......

"Judging by the current situation...... A reduction in grain production is a certainty. "The roots of the wheat have been soaked in water for so long, and half of them will survive by then, and in this case, people will mainly plan for rations, wine and other things ......," said Father Sebas, shaking the glass in his hand, which had an attractive ruddy color, and the priest took a slow sip, and then coughed violently.

"It's okay. Robbie hurriedly took the cup from the priest's hand, "Don't drink it before your body recovers, and when your body recovers, I still have a few bottles of good wine to treasure......"

Finally stopped coughing, and the priest's face flushed abnormally: "Ahem, maybe, but I still can't let go of the good things in front of me." ”

Robbie didn't say anything, just silently took the bottle and glass out of the priest's reach.

"Mr. Robbie, how long have we known each other?" asked the priest suddenly.

"It's been almost ten years. Robbie thought for a moment and replied, "Why are you asking about this all of a sudden?"

The priest smiled gently: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered some things from the past, some people." Most of my old friends have left me, and now that I think about it, it seems that I have lived a long time, so long...... I don't know whether to be happy or sad. ”

There was a deep sadness in the priest's eyes, and it was hard to imagine that a man like him, who gave everything to God, could have such a feeling of sadness. In the decades since he arrived at Joan of Arc, he has spent almost every day in the cramped, dark confessional room, listening to the faithful endlessly talk about the misfortunes and hardships of life. And he always responds to their outpouring in a gentle tone...... Gradually, people forgot that he was only God's spokesman, or that he was just a man.

"What the hell is the weather!" a guard-like man swore at the rainy weather, carrying a deerskin bucket.

His companion shook his head silently and continued to paste the billboard, then meticulously pasted the newly issued wanted notice on it. He knew why his companion was so annoyed, although it was due to the weather, but more importantly, after the mission was over, the captain led people to rush into the "Lady Mary's courtyard", and the fellow was working a choppy body......

Well, it's okay to be bumped into by your boss, after all, this kind of thing is commonplace in private. However, the scene at that time was that while he was riding his horse, he told a story about an old bald donkey with a lewd and strange tone...... The giggling laughter of the people below him made his head so congested that he didn't even know that there was a shiny head standing behind him.

After that, the result was clear, the legendary old bald donkey kicked him hard in the bare ass with the tip of his boot, and then, he was tragic......

That's why he stirred the paste with a stick.

"It's really troublesome up there, in this kind of weather. The guard who posted the wanted notice finished the work in hand and sighed helplessly. In such weather, he didn't want to come out, but he wouldn't get drunk on the belly of a prostitute like his companions. He glanced back at the newly posted wanted notice, and in addition to the shadowy figure, he added a few more conditions: the time and place of the latest crime, and the items left at the scene......

"Can such a serial murderous madman believe in God?" muttered the guard curiously, looking at the silver cross printed on the wanted post.

"Oops, who cares about this, let's go, it's better to care about which bastard will be cheaper than this bounty of 50 silver coins......"

Just as new wanted notices were being posted on the notice boards all over the city, Thorville received a new assignment - not from Edward, the Black Prince.

The content of the mission is quite simple, continue to stay by the side of the Black Prince Edward until the Killer incident is completely over. In addition, there are other rather shocking things revealed in the mission, such as the fact that twelve of the seventeen clans of vampires have declared a council, and the patriarchs of each clan are temporarily serving as councilors.

This is a naked confrontation with the Presbyterians!

The attitude of the Elders' side is not clear, but the vampires' big hand has undoubtedly put the werewolves in a dilemma. On one side is the Council of Elders, which has lasted for thousands of years, and on the other hand, there is the Council of the New Secret Party, and no matter which side they support, they will inevitably form a grudge against the other side, and there are serious differences within the werewolves.

"I've been really busy lately......" Thorville lay down on the couch, his lake-blue eyes staring silently at the ceiling. He didn't really like the job, and Edward the Black Prince always went against his style in some ways. He is currently only a viscount, while Edward, the Black Prince, is a veritable duke.

In a way, his style is more like that of a soldier, always following the rules as an iron rule. Has anyone ever seen a military man flirting with a playboy?

"I hope this boring work will end soon, and my territory and subjects are looking forward to my return. But before I can do that, I'll have to study Edward the Black Prince, especially his tricks. If I'm not mistaken, borrowing a knife to kill someone, that's what the Orientals call this kind of behavior. Viscount Tovel muttered to himself.

Edward, the Black Prince, wants to borrow a murderer's knife to dig up the hunter organization lurking in London and kill it!

Although it is not known why the killer and Bloodhunt joined forces, the two did cause a lot of losses to the Black Prince Edward. The loss of the blood slave was not enough to make that guy angry, and the reason why he spared no effort to deal with the blood hunting organization was entirely to save the lost face, or to vent his personal anger.

Thornville looked at the delicate silver cross hanging on the wall, and his eyes were deep: "Whoever your master is, he is in danger this time, of course, if he still has the strength to escape......"