"You're the head of this chamber of commerce?" asked Anderson, looking at Frank in a black suit in front of him.

"I'm just a loyal steward. Frank replied, the man in front of him always gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity, but he was sure that he had never seen the man in front of him.

"No need to pretend to be garlic, I'm not one of those bloods with rusty brains. I've heard it all just now, you're the head of this chamber of commerce, and I'm afraid that young lady or something was specially used to divert attention. Anderson said.

"When did the people of the temple get so good at their brains?" Frank glanced at the man in front of him suspiciously.

"Forget it, if you're a merchant in the human world anyway, that's it. As for your internal affairs, I am not in charge. Anderson said, looking at Frank.

"Originally, you couldn't control it, and the toys I pinched out can hang you up and beat you. Frank sneered, but the presence of Anderson in front of him did interest him a little, and most importantly, a feeling in the dark told him not to kill the guy in front of him.

Anderson untied his cloak and found a white trench coat underneath.

"You put another cloak on top of such a big trench coat?" Frank said in amazement, "Who taught you how to match your outfit?"

Frank is naturally not a fool, and Anderson's cloak is clearly an artifact. The function is to conceal the aura, as well as disguise itself, in fact, it wasn't until Anderson took off his cloak that Frank realized that his aura was actually an eighth-level existence.

"What's wrong with the people of the Holy See who can't feel comfortable in a place like this?" Frank wondered.

"Since you are a member of the Holy See, it is easy to say. In a word, I need you to take me into that duke's castle. Anderson said, staring at Frank.

Frank asked curiously, "Why are you entering the Duke's castle?

"This kind of thing is not your business, as long as you do things for me honestly, when you go back, you can enter our holy city. Anderson said.

"I'm really honored. Frank said with little interest.

Anderson naturally saw Frank's disdain, and violently released his breath, and the terrifying pressure swept away all around, setting off a whirlwind in the small room. But except for himself, the other three people on the field were very calm.

"You don't think that the Chamber of Commerce where we came here to do business hasn't even seen an eighth-level powerhouse. Frank asked, "By the way, if you're unleashing this divine power like this, it won't be long before you'll be discovered." ”

Seeing that the threat of strength was ineffective, Anderson could only retract his breath in embarrassment.

"But if you just want to get in behind us, you can't do that. We can put you in a crate, and it won't be too hard to get you in with your cloak. Frank said.

"That's great, when are you going to deliver?" Anderson asked.

"Tomorrow evening, you can come over tomorrow. Frank smiled and said, "Don't worry, although it has nothing to do with the temple. But for the sake of fellow Terrans, I'll help you too. ”

Anderson, who soon received a satisfactory answer, left with his cloak in his hand.

"Do you really want to bring him in?" asked Xiaobai.

"Of course, if he doesn't go in with us, who are we going to take the blame for?" said Frank, "Don't be in vain if you send him to the door." By the way, our relationship with him was hostile a long time ago. ”

"Hosday?" Xiaobai glanced at Frank curiously.

"He has the aura of the Harvest Goddess on his body, and he is the only one who is not there among the eight eighth-level powerhouses in the Harvest Temple. You said, you've seen eight markers. But in reality we only killed seven, and the yin-yang man came from the Holy See headquarters, not from the temple. Frank said, "This guy must be the last remnant of the temple." ”

"The funniest thing is if I don't feel wrong. The breath of this guy's blood is extremely similar to that Andre and Andre, maybe the younger brothers of the two of them. ”

"I just don't know, for what purpose, he was sent to the Dark Lands. And his power hasn't weakened because he's far away from his own temple and believers, it's really funny. It's a pity to be the one who bears the blame, but it's not useful anyway. After all, the Harvest Temple is gone. Frank said.

"But it's not that guy has no information to dig up at all. Frank thought for a moment and said, "There is a very strong smell of wine in him, but those wines are not ordinary bad wines, but they can even be called good wines." But at the same time, it was mixed with the strong stench of blood. His hiding place was supposed to be a bar in the lower city. And it's a very upscale bar. ”

"You mean, we're going to Downtown again?" asked Xiaobai.

"Wait until I've made those cups, and by the way we're going to bring Jersey back with us. Frank said, "Tomorrow night is the feast, I don't know if our little jersey is ready." ”

"Master, the fellow is forty years old. And you're less than twenty-five. Xiaobai said speechlessly.

"From the moment he bit my apple, he was dead, so his life had to be recalculated. Frank explained, "But I'd better go and see Sétinay, I don't allow her to follow her, and it seems to make her very unhappy." ”

"It's much more than just discontent. Xiao Hei suddenly said, "She almost tossed those poor blood clans to death." ”

Originally, Frank went out with Certin Ai, but considering that the Blood Ancestor was too weak when he was first born, he was afraid that Cé Ting Ai would accidentally play to death. Frank sent Sétin Ay back and forbade her to leave.

However, Sétina seems to be very unhappy with this arrangement.

Frank touched his nose and walked straight to the counter in front of him, which split in half in front of him, revealing the entrance behind him. Frank modifies the location of the lab, hiding it underground.

In the lab, Caracalla's voice kept coming, sounding like someone's arm had been torn off.

I said. Frank looked at Certinga, who was sitting in the middle of the lab and was throwing a tantrum, and asked, "Even if I sent you back, you wouldn't have lost your temper with these guys." They're miserable enough. ”

"Humph!" replied briefly.

The poor Bloods are miserable enough, and the experiments they have experienced are enough to give many people nightmares in the middle of the night. They were all survivors of those bizarre experiments, but that in no way meant that they were lucky.

Human blood is constantly being injected into their bodies and then transformed by their bodies, before being exported as a cursed substrate for making cursed cups. It was a terrible pain, a feeling that made them worse than dead.

Compared to this incessant torture, the mere act of breaking bones is like a winged cherub.

"Well, I know you're probably upset. But this is a very important experiment, so I can only grieve you. Frank wiped a cold sweat and said, the increase in self-awareness caused by the golden apple was undoubtedly not a 100% good thing, if it was before, his order was absolute. But that's not bad.

"We need to go downtown once in the evening, yes, tonight. If you want to come, just go out with me. Frank thought for a moment and said, and suddenly Setynai's mood improved.

It's obviously lazy, but it's still the playful nature that takes the initiative.

Frank glanced at Sertinga speechlessly, and walked to the middle of a group of Bloods, whose blood had been collected. With a simple ritual, you can make a cup full of cursed powers.

"Please, kill me. A hoarse voice remembered.

"No, you're still valuable. Of course, a valuable life can't just end like this, so enjoy your hell to the fullest. Frank said without looking back.