This feeling...... Is it Mr. Puppet?

Hodge felt a familiar aura from this strange red-eyed blood clan.

This is a haughty, indifferent, and unenterable temperament.

How did he get here?

Hodge had doubts in his heart, but soon, Mr. Puppet's whisper cleared the doubts in his heart.

"What's in the puppet's control?"

"This force is familiar......"

Mr. Puppet Cook muttered, naturally in the language of the Blood.

Ordinary human beings don't know enough about the blood clan, and the language is complicated and awkward, so they can't understand the language of the blood clan at all.

But who is Hodge?

He was no ordinary person, but "Mr. Edward" who had visited the Blood Moon Party and pretended to be the Death Clan.

With the help of His Excellency, he has become proficient in the language of the Bloods.

He was all too familiar with the special word "puppet".

She...... No, it should be Him......

Is he a puppet?

The puppet of one of the thirteen holy weapons of the blood clan, I always thought it was a puppet-like doll, but I didn't expect it to be alive?

No, He's in a weird state, he's sane, but he doesn't seem to have a heartbeat?

He said we are one kind of people?

What does this mean exactly?

Is it because of the special smell on my body?

Or is it something else......

Hodge was thinking about it, and Mr. Cook, a puppet not far away, couldn't help but change his face after seeing the things in the puppet's hands clearly, and blurted out: "This ...... It's a blood cup!! ”

Hearing this, Hodge's pupils condensed slightly, and what he was most worried about still happened.

This puppet gentleman, know the blood cup?

"Why is the Blood Cup here?" Mr. Puppet Cook muttered, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Still in the hands of the puppet?"

Mr. Puppet Cook's brows tightened, and what was happening in front of him was a little more than he expected.

The most important purpose of this act is to take the puppet from the Holy Church!

And the sudden appearance of the blood cup caught him a little off guard.

According to a series of events that happened at the Blood Moon Party, combined with the actions of Mr. Edward, Mr. Cook guessed that the sacred artifact of the Blood Cup should be in the hands of the remnants of the Death Clan [Cappadocia Clan], and [Mr. Edward] is the representative of the Death Clan's generation.

After all, three cups of blood wine in perfect condition in a row are not something that ordinary wine refiners can make.

The process of blood wine is far beyond ordinary extraordinary potions, which contains a lot of occult knowledge, and in order to refine blood wine in perfect condition, refiners need to be proficient in various techniques such as potions, purification, and ritual formations.

Could it be that this time, the Death Clan also sent people...... Mr. Puppet Cook looked around, instinctively ignoring Hodge, a weak human who seemed to him to feel no threat at all, no different from an animal in the wild jungle, and could be disposed of at will.

Hodge watched Mr. Puppet's reaction, and he keenly noticed that the other party didn't seem to feel special or strange about him.

It seems that this kind of strangeness and specialness is not something that everyone can feel even within the blood clan...... Hodge had a slight realization in his heart, and immediately put his mind at ease.

He was also afraid that when he faced the two of them, he would reveal that he was Mr. Edward!

At this moment, the puppet that fought against the bubble-shaped radiant sphere suddenly burst out with a terrifying momentum, and its body appeared strangely distorted, and it actually began to become transparent, and gradually disappeared like a blood cup.

One person and one cup disappeared quickly, as if a pair of invisible hands had erased them out of thin air.

In an instant, one person's cup disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?"

Mr. Puppet Cook's face turned gloomy, and he actually disappeared?

At the same time, a figure appeared in Hodge's mind, and it was the Puppet Lady.

The Puppet Lady is still immersed in the intertwined and overlapping tunnels of time and space, surrounded by the tips of the silver-white keys, which are condensed into twisted and rising bubble-shaped orbs of light, which are constantly shattering, reuniting, merging, splitting, repeating and repeating......

The Puppet Lady is like a lost lamb, trapped forever in this bottomless passage.

Did you succeed?

Can you really put a living person into a dark space?

I made it myself!

Wait a minute...... Are puppets considered alive?

Hodge was first overjoyed, and then struggled with the definition of a person.

"What just happened here?"

Mr. Puppet Cook's voice rang out, speaking the official language of Salom.

Hearing this, Hodge immediately gathered his thoughts and looked at the puppet gentleman who was staring at him in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Puppet, I am Mr. Edward's first supporter, and the information on this operation is also the ...... I provided" Hodge bowed slightly, and said softly in the purest blood language.