Huai Shi is counting the belongings.

There was still half an hour before dinner began, and he had to at least figure out what kind of state he was in and what he was carrying.

A coat, a replaceable leather armor lining, a pair of trousers and shirts, a copy of the Holy Book written by the Holy Spirit lineage, a wanderer's coin, three hundred and forty-five copper lira, which can be exchanged for thirty silver coins.

These are all clutter.

Then there was a small set of alchemical equipment, a box full of green coagulated grease, and fourteen throwing knives that could be thrown at any time, and it didn't look like a good thing.

There is a crossbow that can be mounted on the inside of the arm, so you can't see it if you wear an outerwear. Two daggers engraved with the Word, and a short knife that could be tied to the calf...... It's all just counted.

About sixteen test tubes filled with scarlet liquid, Huai Shi tried to open them and smell them, and felt that the hunger and thirst between her lungs and intestines were greatly reduced, and even full of freshness.

But there is a thirst for the liquid in the test tube.

Alchemy concentrates plasma.

In addition to being used as a daily consumable, it can also be said to be a silver-blooded potion for vampires.

As long as there was enough blood, he could quickly recover from his injuries, and if necessary, he could use the two tubes of blood marked with silver markings, a powerful stimulant made by plasma mixed with chemicals such as mild silver nitrate and archaeal fungi.

In addition, Huai Shi finally noticed the sixteen small bottles, opened them and sniffed them, and found that they were actually different colors of sword oil, and there were different labels on them—all of them were emblems of various dark creatures.

In other words, these are highly poisonous creatures created against various monsters.

It can only be said that Van Helsing's business is too skilled and professional.

And the most important thing of Huai Shi's inspection is the hand axe that he is very familiar with.

Even the weight and feel are like touching it.

The purification rune on it made up for the original shortage of essentia kills, and it was a rare weapon, and even the strength was not inferior to that of the border relics.

The only downside is that it's not very convenient to pick up and carry, but Huaishi can at least hide it in her own case.

If only it could be felt at any time like an angry axe.

Once in the dungeon, his soul abilities disappeared...... It is understandable that the soul ability represents the essence of every sublimator, if KP can keep the Van Helsing stigma and give him the soul ability at the same time, doesn't this mean that he can rub the sublimator at any time?

And that's not a good thing.

Huai Shi has already entered the thinking of Erwuzai: after all, he only has a first order, and even if he does, his role is relatively limited...... And if you can't use it yourself, others won't be able to use it.

Everyone is on the same level...... Probably.

It's just that I don't know what other people's identities are and what stigmata they have been given, and now Huai Shi has begun to become familiar with the stigma of vampires.

Thankfully, vampires, like the Shades, take the agile route, relying on speed and reflexes for high-speed attacks...... If you come to a support or heavy defense class, Huai Shike will be completely blind.

Van Helsing's experience of weapons and stigmata seemed to have been preserved with the command that was almost engraved in his soul, and after a little movement, Huai Shi miraculously mastered the speed and reflexes far beyond his usual limits.

Now he was able to quietly jump deftly through the cramped cabins.

Not only the bed, deck, wall, table, but even the back of the chair, he was able to borrow lightly, and his weight seemed to disappear into nothingness, turning into a black shadow, which quickly ejected in the room, and even the specific outline could not be seen, only a vague trajectory remained.

What's even more surprising is that such a high-speed movement did not even make a gust of wind.

As Huai Shi waved his hand, several cold rays of light flew out of his hands and cuffs, and quietly disappeared into the table, without even the slightest abnormal sound.

Huai Shi looked at her masterpiece in amazement, intimidated by the performance she had just performed.

Utter Assassination...... How much effort did this guy put into honing this skill?

But if you look back carefully, it's not hard to understand where this guy's fanaticism for this mission comes from...... Like the Red Gloves in the past, this guy is a tool man made by the Order.

Dark creatures are created to rid them of dark creatures, and executioners are trained to kill people...... But it is also crowned with a high-sounding name.

From the time Van Helsing learned to read and write in the church, his teachers began to tell him that everyone has original sin, and some people are deeply sinful, such as you and me.

Only piety is the path to salvation.

Only by putting this piety into action will the world become better and better.

Only by making a greater sacrifice can this original sin be forgiven.

In the genealogy of the Order of the Holy Spirit, there is a dark side of this original sin.

Even if they are both 'believers' in the first stage, in the second stage they will begin to diverge their ways, by swallowing the golden apples given by Paradise, jumping to another path of ascension, transforming into impure beings, and then being specially trained as executioners and vampires.

It is not until the Order believes that your sins have been atoned for that you will be given an advanced relic, and you will be saved.

And in Van Helsing's memory, the vampire's high-ranking stigmata turned out to be an angel of power......

It seems that the waters of the Holy Spirit lineage are very deep.

It is worthy of being a behemoth that once occupied the entire West, and if it is not divided, I am afraid it will still be the first lineage that deserves to be deserved.

In the midst of cranky thinking and sorting through things, time flies.

When the bell finally rang, Huai Shi, who was dressed as a cellist again, walked out of the room again, and happened to run into Lao Xiao, Lei Feizhou, and Yue Jun.

But Ni Heng and Clement were missing.

Without the direct Ombudsman to take control, Clement has become an NPC, and he can't be called a friendly army, so it's not surprising that he can't see him. But Ni Heng's disappearance was surprising.

Did that guy go out early?

After knocking on the door a few times, there was no response, and at this time, the number of people in the corridor gradually increased, and several people looked at each other very tacitly, and Lao Xiao led the way in front: "Let's go to the restaurant first, now it seems that the restaurant is mostly the place where the characters appear, I'm afraid there will be some important plots." ”

Huai Shi still pretended to be controlled by Ai Qing, followed the instructions from Ai Qing in her head, and followed behind step by step, without any chance to say anything or make trouble.

How do you feel stunned......

As they went, there were more and more other passengers, but there was a heavy depression between them, and although they seemed mostly calm, there was a faint glimpse of a trace of sorrow or panic like a frightened bird.

It was not until the restaurant that the anomaly became more and more apparent.

Huai Shi couldn't help frowning.

As far as the eye can see, there is no smile on every face, or it is only covered with a layer of ceremonial false smiles, more of them are worried and full of concern, and some people are more anxious and fierce, making people reluctant to approach.

The entire restaurant is immersed in a gloomy atmosphere.

It's like the mountain rain is coming.

Even if there was an occasional conversation, everyone was trying to keep their voices down, as if they were afraid that others would overhear.

"How can you be so sad?"

Huai Shi was stunned, and almost didn't hold back her usual silly smile...... Ruined the atmosphere to the second, but when everyone was preoccupied, you were alone and happy, I was afraid that it would not attract a circle of hatred.

"Didn't you pay attention to the background of your character card?" he heard Ai Qing's reminder: "And Lao Xiao's identity......"

A destitute cellist who has lost a patron, a worker who has lost his job, a bodyguard who can't find an employer with a bad reputation in the industry......

It seems that everyone's identity on the surface is not like that kind of high-spirited type, but one by one is unlucky and miserable, even if he gets a chance to a new continent, but who can say what awaits him in that unknown world?

Therefore, it is natural to put on a sad face.

But these people ......

"That says a thing. Ai Qing said indifferently: "It's not just us who have received the mysterious letter, maybe even ...... All the people on this ship were invited by all sorts of mysterious letters. ”

Huai Shi gasped.

Just as he was looking left and right, he suddenly heard a sharp and old voice.

"How many times do you have to say it before you listen, it was stolen! My little darling, it was stolen!" a heartbroken old woman dragged the crew and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "The man who stole my sweetheart must be hiding in the middle of this group of hillbillies!"

The old man was obviously different from the other travelers, he was richly dressed, with precious jewelry on his hands, ten fingers and neck, and when he spoke, he revealed a smell of arrogance and command, and his identity was obviously unusual.

"Relax, my sister. ”

An old man next to him hoarsely persuaded him, he was in a wheelchair, as if he was too old to move, and his tone of voice was weak: "Maybe Bobby is just going out to play temporarily, no one here will steal your pet." ”

"Shut up, you old shit, if you hadn't had a brain out to go out, how would Bobby get lost......"

Being so humiliated in public by his sister, the old man seemed to be used to it, but he sighed tiredly, opened his mouth to say something, and choked violently, almost coughing out his lungs.

Tremblingly, he took out a small pill box from his bosom, swallowed a few pills, and gasped with difficulty.

"Sick man, it's useless! I know how to eat all day long! If it weren't for you, my Bobby...... Woowoo woo ......"

The woman, whose face was covered with age spots, cried out in a whimper, and covered her face and fell on the shoulder of the young man beside her: "What can I do, my dear, you must help me, my Bobby...... My burpe......"

Beside her, the handsome-looking young man gently patted him on the shoulder, softly comforting the heartbroken old man, and Huai Shi and the others were dumbfounded.

Ni Heng?!