After grinding the metal powders, Father Sebas poured them into a thin-mouthed, round-bellied ceramic container, which was not much larger than a fist, and it took seven to fill the powder.

After doing this, the priest divided the black-gray powder in the mortar into seven equal parts, poured it on the paper, and then rolled it into a tight cylinder, the diameter of which was slightly larger than the mouth of the bottle, and after inserting the lead in each cylinder, the priest stuffed them into a ceramic container.

Around 700 AD, Byzantine soldiers filled ceramic vessels with "Greek Fire" and added some thistles to them, relying on the thistles that flew around after the explosion of the ceramic containers to inflict damage on the enemy. However, at that time, the power of this thing was very limited, and the scattered thistles were more important to harass the enemy than direct damage. And now, due to the black fire prepared by those magical alchemists in the ancient country of the East, the power of this thing has been greatly enhanced, and coupled with the silver powder that was fully dispersed in the explosion, it is simply a poison-like existence for the blood clan......

The weather in London has been unusually dreary these days, and dark clouds in the sky seem to envelop the city as if in substance. The haze of the weather seems to make people hazy too, and coupled with the rumors of murderers, the whole city seems to be swallowed by an invisible beast.

Although Yu doesn't like the sun, Yu hates the gloom even more. Edward, the Black Prince, stood in the dark of the mansion and said lightly, he hated gloom, just as he hated his long black hair.

Becky stood not far from him, waiting for him to be dispatched at any moment.

Last night, the purging team had assembled. Three nobles, twelve blood slaves, plus the black prince Edward and the maid Pinky, a team of fifteen blood clans is enough to rival an army of ten thousand.

"You really want to arrest...... Instead of getting rid of the murderers?" asked Becky as she looked at her master with hesitant eyes. What Edward the Black Prince is doing now is a deep betrayal of the precepts.

"Becky. Edward, the Black Prince, exclaimed, but did not look back, "No one can change what Yu has decided, not even Yu's dear stupid father. Don't tease me, the rules of the Vatican's old immortals don't apply to us. It would be too boring to live a long life without the same amount of fun. ”

As he spoke, Edward, the Black Prince, turned his head: "Think of those 'domestic animals' that are as fragile as ants, it is precisely because of the shortness of life that they want to survive, reproduce, and then die, and those stupid old immortals carved the precepts, but in vain attempt to deprive us of the meaning of existence, it is ridiculous!" His eyes flashed with blinding blood, as if suppressing infinite anger.

Becky stood in front of him in horror, and he didn't dare to come out, and the black prince Edward, who had fallen into madness, was much more brutal than his god of war.

After a long time, Edward, the Black Prince, finally calmed down.

"Notice, when the night bell rings, all set out for Baker Street. ”

"Yes. Becky hurried away, and even though she was a child of the eternal night, the feeling of being haunted by death still made her feel numb......

In the evening, Father Sebas, after eating the dinner brought by Elizabeth, took out a letter: "Eli, my dear child, if something happens to me one day, remember to give this letter to Norma, and she will know what to do when she sees it." ”

"What are you talking nonsense? It's just sick, I'm sure you'll get better. Elizabeth said dissatisfied.

"Hahaha, yes yes, I'll be fine, but Ellie, you have to take it. The priest smiled kindly, and then looked at Elizabeth with kind but unquestioning eyes.

Feeling the firmness in the old man's eyes, Elizabeth nodded helplessly, and then reluctantly took the envelope: "Then, I wish you a speedy recovery, the management of St. Joan of Arc Cathedral is really too tiring, I don't want to help you carry the burden all the time." With this said this, Elizabeth picked up the utensils and walked out, "Please get well quickly." ”

After explaining this, Elizabeth walked out of the house and closed the door by the way.

"I'll try my best. Father Sebas looked at the closed door, as if to Elizabeth and to himself.

He stepped out of bed and locked the door, then grabbed his weapons from the chamber one by one. After putting on the mask, Father Sebas put on a black cloak that covered his entire body...... Leaving the church through the secret passage, the priest mounted his horse at the agreed place and hurried towards Baker Street.

The originally gloomy sky gradually became dark, like the dark curtain of a stage play gradually closing. After nearly an hour of riding, Father Sebas finally reached Baker Street before night fell completely.

The long ride made the military horse a little tired, and its body temperature rose and it was panting. The priest patted the horse on the neck lovingly, and then drove the horse slowly down the street. It was about 9 p.m., but there was not a single person in sight on the street, and the houses on both sides of the street were pitch black, and there was no light coming from them.

The sound of horses' hooves was distinct in the silence of the street, and the priest drove his horse to a well and tied the reins to a wooden pole beside it. After drawing two buckets of water from the well, the priest first fed the horses with water, and then found some thatch to soak in water and wrap them on the horses' hooves, so that the horses walked much quieter.

Gradually, the wind blew and whined as it passed through the beams. The priest pressed his left hand on the cross on his chest and prayed silently, silently waiting......

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a sound of bats chirping in the sky. These guys were swimming in the wind, as if looking for something.

"Vampire bats, damn it. Father Sebas could see the bat by the light of the lantern and cursed. He finally understood why Baker Street was so quiet at night. Vampire bats are a subspecies of bats that become active after dark and forage regularly each night...... They feed on blood, landing on the ground near their cattle, horses, deer, etc., and then crawling onto the bodies of the animals, using their incisors and canines, cutting through a few millimeters of skin and licking the blood that comes out.

People don't go out at night just to avoid vampire bats!

In the distance, it seemed that livestock had been attacked, and there was a mournful wail. Some vampire bats crash into the doors or windows of houses, making a muffled sound of "pampa". It's no wonder that killers choose this place as a hiding place, and with the cover of vampire bats, Baker Street is a natural barrier!

The frenzied screams around him seemed to startle the horse, and it kicked the ground uneasily, trying to get out of here.

"It's all right, good boy, it's all right...... the priest stroked the horse's neck to soothe its emotions, "it's okay, these guys are afraid of light, as long as we stay within the range of the horse lantern, they won't hurt you." ”