"Vampires?" Sissel paused, puzzled by Crane's question.

"You know, that's just a legend."

He returned to his usual state, fiddled with the pen in his hand casually, but his eyes were staring straight at Klein, and asked:

"Why do you ask? Have you ever seen a vampire? ”

Klein was stumped by Sissel's direct question, and probably he didn't expect a professor who was usually known for his mildness and elegance to ask such a sharp question.

He swallowed quietly, his eyes dodging, and he looked at it as if there was some secret.

Sissel raised an eyebrow, and watched with a hint of wicked amusement as Crane opened and closed his mouth, swallowing his words.

Seeing that the teasing was almost over, Sissel withdrew his shelf, pretended to think, and then said:

"Hmm...... Vampires...... I remember, I do have a book here......"

When Klein heard this, his eyes lit up, and he looked at Sissel's soft facial features, and asked in his heart:

"I ...... Can I borrow this book from you? ”

Sissel put down the pen in his hand, walked to the bookcase behind him, and took out an old, tattered book, covered with dust, and only a few words could be faintly seen - "Vampire Studies".

He glanced at Klein secretly, only to see that the history student was looking at the book in his hand with a look of surprise.

"Hmm...... I can lend it to you, but you're going to tell me what you're going to do with it. ”

Sissel patted the book, making a muffled noise, and a small but large amount of dust flew up and danced in the sunlight.

Klein's face was entangled for a while, but he finally made up his mind and said in a cautious voice:

"Maybe you don't believe me...... But...... I found out that my neighbor seemed to be a vampire......"

"Oh? How so? ”

Sissel was a little interested at this time, no, it should be said, he was already curious about those extraordinary creatures.

Klein was silent for a while, recalling the bloody scene in his mind, and couldn't help but feel numb in his body, and said hesitantly:

"I saw him, no, it should have been, it attacked one of my neighbors, sucking blood...... And it turned into a bunch of bats! Take to the skies! ”

Crane's tone became more and more intense, and he looked at the elder in front of him nervously, for fear of hearing the reprimand.

Sissel pursed his lips and gave Klein a reassuring look that relieved him.

"Anyway...... I haven't gone to the church to report it because, because...... Belch. ”

"It's okay, it's okay if you don't say it." Sissel listened to Crane's description and was sure it was indeed a vampire.

As for the number of sequences......

Well, it shouldn't be more than Sequence 5, after all, you can't help but drink human blood...... Of course, if that vampire did it on purpose, that's a different story.

"Here you go, keep it safe, just remember to return me."

Sissel bowed slightly, handed Klein "Vampire Studies", and admonished:

"You don't want to use those rituals in here, you know?"

"Got it, thanks for your help."

It won't do anything if you use it...... Crane nodded absent-mindedly and politely left.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Sissel turned his head and looked at a small colorful butterfly outside the window, vaguely feeling that the track of fate had changed a little.

But he is not the true god of the "monster" path, so naturally he can't deeply analyze fate.

I'm so weak...... Sissel shook his head helplessly and closed the window casually.

……

“…… Instead of fighting off vampires, using garlic will stimulate their wildness...... No, it's not what I want......"

Crane sat in a crunching chair, holding a thick copy of "Vampire Studies" in his hand, reading it carefully.

Seeing this, his brother Benson Moretti on the side couldn't help coughing lightly, and when he saw that Klein didn't react, he coughed a few more times.

Klein glanced up at Benson, as if silently questioning:

"What the hell are you doing? If you get sick, go to the hospital. ”

Seeing his younger brother trying to read, Benson sighed heavily, remembered his previous experience, and said:

"Klein, I don't care if you read a book on a regular basis...... But at the table, we should enjoy the food that the gods have given us, and put down the books in your hands, or what difference will you have from those curly-haired baboons? ”

Klein scooped a spoonful of light pea soup, but didn't cool it, drank it directly, and was so hot that he almost fell off the chair.

"Hahaha!" Benson didn't have the slightest gentlemanly demeanor, and sneered mercilessly, "Klein! Look! I told you not to read while eating! ”

Crane awkwardly got up, pretended nothing had happened, placed Vampire Studies on the slightly dirty table, and continued to eat.

Melissa had already come out of the shower at this time, and at a glance she saw the book that was very bitter and difficult to understand at first glance, and her eyes were shining, but she still asked Klein pretended to be reserved:

"Klein, is this a book you borrowed?"

Klein nodded, opening his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Melissa:

"Can you lend me a look?"

"Uh...... Forget it......"

After all, it's all messy knowledge, and it's useless to show it to Melissa...... Klein thought so, and then met his sister's disappointed look.

Klein pursed his lips and thought about it, but still said helplessly:

"Well, yes...... But you have to take care of it......"

"Thank you!"

Melissa took the book in his hand in surprise, narrowing her eyes like a well-fed cat, but still only softly thanking her.

"Remember to return it to my desk tomorrow afternoon."

"Uh-huh."

……

A cluttered room was filled with mystical ritual supplies, and the air smelled of choking herbs and a faint smell of blood.

Rustle-

A bloodless, youthful hand trembled and spread out a piece of parchment on the mahogany table.

The paper depicts a well-dressed middle-aged man with gray hair, thin lips and a straight nose.

- It's Cissel Nietin!

"Cisel Nietin...... Sissel ...... Sissel ......"

The man in the chair muttered to himself, and suddenly covered his face fiercely, as if he had done something shameful and had been discovered.

The nails on his fingers with black mist growing wildly, almost poking them in the face at this point!

"What the Ancestor Said...... That's Him......"

Not far away, a red moon hung high in the night, reflecting the crimson moonlight on the man.

Whoosh whoosh -

A dark and filthy aura was born in the bright moonlight, which seemed very distorted, but it was very much in line with the chaotic nature of the world.

"Kill His adopted Son...... Killed His adopted Son...... Kill His adopted Son......"

A tempting whisper floated in the Blood's ear, and he couldn't help but shake his body, and he fell into the dark abyss from mind to body.

“…… Killed His adopted Son...... ...... Persley Moss"

"Yes......"

Hearing the "Ancestor" say his name, Perzeli Moss's slender figure paused, but his mouth made a hoarse and piercing voice like a living corpse.

He stiffly let go of his pale hand, leaving his sickly red face completely exposed to the moonlight!

It was a handsome but aggressive face, and even if it turned red with shame at this time, it was still a person who felt terrified at first sight.

His long, black hair casually fell forward and shimmered in the moonlight, probably greasy from not being done regularly.

But the most eye-catching thing is his eyes.

- A pair of dull golden eyes that are not like those of other bloods.