In the leafy jungle, Dylan endured the pain in his leg and ran forward.

The knife that Bud threw sank into Dylan's thigh, and with every step he took, the knife rubbed against the muscles of his thigh, and the pain of this muscle cutting was fine. The most unbearable thing is the burning feeling that the sun occasionally shines on his legs.

This feeling of burning flesh and blood. Is this why the sun restrains the Bloods, the sunlight causes the Bloods to spontaneously combust. How does this work?

Chase!

You can't run, wait until I catch you......

Dylan's thoughts were disrupted by a commotion behind him, and he glanced around, then stopped in place, watching the group slowly approach.

"Why don't you run? With a knife stuck in his leg, he can still run so far. ”

A second ago, Bard was still smiling grimly, thinking about all kinds of criminal laws in his head. The next second, he was kicked to the ground by a flying kick, and the two front teeth on his mouth flew out. He raised his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and howled wildly with his big leaky teeth: "Who is it?

As soon as I got up, before I could see clearly, I kicked him in the chest again.

The kick was even heavier, and Bard felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart, and before he could scream, he was trampled under his feet by a leather boot, and he could only make a "whine" sound. It took a while for the sound to stop, and it seemed that he had been knocked unconscious.

Look at the man who trampled the mad dog Bud under his feet, he was a full two meters tall, and it was clear from the contours of his face that he was of Caucasian origin. He wears a leather armor on his upper body and carries a mace in his hand, exuding a tough temperament unique to a soldier.

From the surrounding woods, Count Fairman, Isabella and Maria, jumped out with hundreds of armoured men. The Earl of Fairman saw Bard trampled under his feet and said, "Well done, Oliel. Leave as many alive as you can, and I want to know who would dare to commit such a felony in my city. ”

After a while, the other people in leather clothes were also leveled.

"Dylan! Your plan has worked. Next, it is enough to interrogate the main messenger behind them. ”

Dylan looked at the happy Earl of Fairman and greeted with a smile: "It is still up to the Earl, we can successfully catch the prisoner." ”

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At night, Dylan pondered the experience of his body after being stabbed during the day, and when the blood came into contact with the sun, he felt that the blood was burning because of the absorption of sunlight. This is a burning that occurs from the inside out, and if it is not for the blood in the body to stop it, the result must be burned alive.

The Bloods are feminine creatures that absorb the light of the moon, but are suppressed by the sun's extreme yang power. But the moonlight is actually the light formed by the sun's rays passing through and refracting on the moon, and there is basically no difference between the two rays. Let's make a bold assumption that the Bloodlines are a race that can absorb heat energy, but cannot regulate it.

During the day, when there is sufficient sunlight, the blood clan will inhale heat energy uncontrollably, resulting in a spontaneous combustion reaction in the human body. Does that mean that as long as you can adjust your ability to absorb human heat, you can solve the problem of the blood clan's strength being weakened during the day.

"But····· How do I regulate my heat? Just as Dylan was scratching his head at his wild fantasies, suddenly, a sweet smell of blood came from the rooftop.

"This smell is of the same race. ”

Dylan sniffed twice, then rolled over and jumped out of the window onto the roof. I saw a woman in a long red dress standing next to the chimney in the moonlight, looking at him with a smile.

"I can't believe I'm here to see you, Mistress Chrissy. ”

Dylan was surprised to find that the blood-scented woman who visited his home late at night was actually Baron Chrissy whom he had seen in the "Night Rose Tavern".

In the moonlight, Chrissy was dressed in a long fiery red dress, and her smile was so beprising that it was like a poppy swaying in the wind, full of danger and temptation.

"Won't you invite me in and sit down?" Dylan, Baron, Your Excellency. ”

Dylan invited Chrissy into the house and poured her a glass of mead, the only drink in Dylan's house other than water.

Chrissy leaned against the door frame, gently shook the wine glass in her hand, and said to Dylan, "I remember the last time we met, it was in the Black Rose Tavern in London. At that time, you were just passing through the period of weakness after the initial embrace. ”

Dylan took a sip of mead and exclaimed, "yes! ”

"I really didn't expect you to be promoted to a baron in such a short period of time. It took me eighty-seven years to become a baron, so can I take the liberty of asking how you managed to advance in such a short time?" Chrissy asked in an exclamatory tone.

Dylan had no intention of hiding it, so he directly talked about his previous experience. It's just that he concealed his apprenticeship, and the fact that he came out this time with a viscount.

"It all started that night, after Vincent and I left the tavern, when we were in a carriage and were attacked by the Holy See. After defeating the papal men····· So I'm just going to walk around right now. ”

Dylan's experience of becoming a blood clan in just one year was so wonderful that Chrissy couldn't close her mouth in surprise, and it took her half a day to come back to her senses.

Dylan asked, "Well, dear Baron Chrissy, how did you come to Birmingham? And you can find me. ”

"It's also a coincidence, I happened to pass through the Gonzeniel Mountains during the day, so I saw you in the woods. ”

Chrissy hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell Dylan about it, saying, "I came to Birmingham mainly for a treasure. Legend has it that the griffon's treasure. ”

Griffin!

This time, it was Dylan's turn to be taken aback, "Is this rumor true about the discovery of griffons in the Gonzenir Mountains?"

"Of course it's true, and that's what I'm here for. ”

Chrissy continued, "You know, griffons are creatures that have the same collecting habit as dragons. They have always liked to collect magical items and pile them up in their lair. We're going to make a trip to the griffon's lair, as we've heard rumors that there might be a treasure in the griffon's lair, which belongs to our secret party. ”

Dylan asked, "What is it?"

Chrissy opened her lips and spat out three words: "Ruby." ”

Dylan was a little dazed again, this thing is a treasure in the eyes of ordinary people, but when did the Bloods have a penchant for collecting gems, and they are still robbing the treasures in the griffon's lair. This business doesn't seem to be very cost-effective.

Seeing Dylan's expression, Chrissy smiled and explained: "The ruby I am talking about is not an ordinary gem, it is a legendary treasure made by black magic, and it is said that the blood of the philosopher is sealed in it. ”

Chrissy continued: "For as long as I can remember, there have been legends about the blood of the sages. It is rumored that by drinking the blood of a sage, humans can gain eternal life. ”