Walking out of the "Carvey Watch Store", Angel, whose property had shrunk by a third, was choked by the industrial exhaust gas in the oak area with excessive particulate matter, and only then did he come back to his senses, and a sense of grievance emerged in his heart that he was forced to buy and sell.

But touching the tin box containing the magical item in her arms, she comforted herself: this is a magical item turned into the extraordinary properties of Sequence 7, and the potion recipe of Sequence 9 is more than 100 pounds!

Knowledge is money, and she finally understood the meaning of this sentence.

Moreover, from the effect of the magical item, she also determined one thing: the extraordinary property of the object fused with the revolver, that is, the extraordinary property that Cole expelled when he died, was indeed that of a "witch".

The enhanced attack with flames is obviously an extraordinary ability belonging to the "witch", but unfortunately Cole died out of control due to the failure of the promotion, which led to the contamination of extraordinary characteristics, and there should be something wrong with the combination of the two, so that there are only two abilities of the weapon, and the negative effects are very tricky.

Thinking of the magical item in his arms that was "waiting to be fed", Angel had a big head for a while.

Before leaving, she asks Kaveh if she can "feed" magical items with the blood of ordinary animals, only to receive an answer that disappoints her.

"It consumes spirituality, and the blood absorbed also needs to be rich in spirituality to eliminate the negative effects, if you can find the blood of extraordinary creatures, you can naturally use it, otherwise there is no point in using more ordinary animal blood. Human blood is the easiest to obtain, rich in spiritual blood, and if it is the blood of the extraordinary, it is the best. ”

"How much blood do I need to use to be enough? How do I know, you can only try it yourself until it removes the current negativity. But don't try it with me, don't die in my shop. ”

If chicken blood and duck blood can't be used, then you can only consider the blood of extraordinary creatures, but extraordinary creatures are not cabbage, how can you find them casually?

If you look at the main ingredients needed for the various potion recipes, you can see that the precious blood of transcendent beings is priced in milliliters.

Ordinary people's blood can be found to find a way, such as going to the hospital to steal some spare blood...... In this era, there was already technology for preserving and transfusing human blood, right?

If you can't do it, you can use your own blood, but you have to carefully test how much it needs, lest you die of blood loss before you use the magical item.

If you like blood so much, you will be called "thirsty for blood"......

Angel thought hatefully, tightened the box containing "thirsty blood", and left the Golden Avenue.

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Back at the station of the night watchman team in Nmatt Harbor, the "Silver Bullet Detective Agency", it was already dusk.

Angel looked at her pocket watch, she had been out for more than 4 hours due to a detour to the hospital when she returned, and although Clement, the captain of the Port Emmatt squad, was not stationed at the station, and the other night watchmen who came to support her would not be nosy, she still felt a little guilty.

Well, just a hint of it.

Like a thief, she walked through the hall on the first floor with her "thirst for blood", and under the strange eyes of the other night watchmen who passed the time in the hall, she returned to room 306 assigned to her on the third floor and locked the door, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

The room that Daly gave her was the side facing the street, and when you opened the window, you could see the bell tower of St. George's Church across the street, and even the decorative glass, which had been eroded by the sea breeze for many years, shimmered in the light of the setting sun.

But Angel didn't want to appreciate it at all, but after carefully checking the tightness of the window, he closed the thick curtains, blocking out the street scene and the dim sunlight, leaving only the flickering glimmer of the gas lamp.

After checking that the lock had been locked, she took out the box that was almost covered in her arms and placed it on her desk, along with a set of bloodletting tools she had bought on the way back.

In this era, the initial concept of modern medicine has been formed, and the ancient method of "bloodletting therapy" has been proven ineffective by many medical experts, but in various areas where medical resources are lacking, traditional treatment methods still have a place, even in regular hospitals, there are bloodletting therapy services and tools for sale.

Thanks to such a tool, she was able to avoid the pain of cutting open a vein to take blood.

Before returning to the station, Angel did not have the idea of finding ordinary people to take blood to feed the "thirsty blood", but finally gave up.

First, it is easy to make a big fuss and turn yourself into an urban legend such as a "vampire", and you may not be on the official blacklist of extraordinary people.

The second is that she can't be ruthless, it's one thing to kill an enemy in battle, and it's another thing to randomly pick passers-by to do evil.

After going to the nearest hospital for inquiry, she learned that due to the lack of long-term blood preservation technology in this era, patients who need blood transfusion treatment can only find people who are willing to donate blood on the spot.

She had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, buying a set of tools for "bloodletting therapy" and becoming self-sufficient.

Carefully disinfecting her hands and tools with alcohol, she endured the pain and pierced the skin on the back of her left hand with a metal needle with a rubber tube in her right hand, piercing the veins in the back of her hand.

Watching her blood trickle out of the rubber tube and dripping into the transparent measuring cup, making a subtle sound, Angel felt a little chill in her body.

It is said that there is an ancient punishment that blindfolds the prisoner's eyes, and then cuts the blood vessels to bleed, so that the blood drips into the basin, the fear of not being able to see with both eyes, the dripping sound in the ears, and the decrease in body temperature caused by blood loss, will make the prisoner feel dying, even if only a small part of the blood is released, it will cause extremely strong fear, and even scare the person to death.

Watching her own blood flow out of her body little by little, filling the glass, she suddenly understood this fear.

When he was thinking about it, the blood in the measuring cup exceeded the 400 ml line, Angel pulled out the needle, pressed the back of his hand to stop the bleeding slightly, and took the precious blood cup to the iron box containing "thirsty blood", the blood from the body will soon coagulate, if she does not hurry up to "feed", her blood will be in vain.

Angil shivered as Angel shivered as she experienced the rapid loss of blood and her heartbeat swayed, the blood reflected a dark red glow in the light, and a hint of fishy sweetness wafted into her nose.

400 ml is about 10% of the body's blood, which is the maximum safe range for a blood donation, and she is going to try this safe amount first, if it is not enough, she does not plan to continue to bleed.

The main purpose of the port of Lenmatt is to participate in the joint operation of the night watchmen, in case of excessive bleeding, affecting the body, and thus not being able to participate in the subsequent mission, it will be a loss of face for the entire Tingen city team.

Lifting the lid of the metal box, a strong smell of blood sprayed out of the cracks, instantly drowning the slight fishy sweetness emitted by the cup of blood. She looked nervously in the direction of the door, wondering if the closed doors and windows could block the smell, and even if it could block it for a while, she was afraid that it would soon be discovered by others.

Time waited for no one, Angel could only grit his teeth, lift the lid of the box, and quickly pour the whole cup of blood into it.

The tin box was not large, and there was almost no extra space after putting down a revolver, but the 400 ml of blood poured into it did not splash a single bit, but was instantly absorbed and swallowed by the pitch-black pistol.

As the blood was absorbed, the smell of blood in the room seemed to be pressed backwards, and in just a few seconds, it floated back into the tin box, and the faint fishy sweetness of her own blood reappeared in Angel's nostrils, but it didn't take long for the smell to disappear without a trace.

The black, shiny pistol in the tin box has changed from its mysterious carapace-like appearance back to a metal body, even the handguard of the handle. But the material is not the original brass, but a rather dark color, almost black, if you look closely, in addition to the luster of the metal reflecting the light, you can also see that the body of the gun has a hint of crimson color.

It's like soaked in blood.

Angel quietly looked at the pistol with a greatly changed appearance, waited for a few seconds, saw that there were no other changes, and dropped the last few drops of blood from the measuring cup on the body of the gun, and the blood stains slid down the body of the gun, but were not absorbed.

Only then did she put her mind at ease and reached out to hold the handle of the gun, the cold surface and the heavy body of the gun gave people a special sense of security.

The negative effects of "Thirst for Blood" were finally lifted by Angel's blood, and she became a magical item that she could use normally.

This revolver was the same 0.45-inch caliber as the one Angel originally used, with five rounds, and was thrown in a corner by Cole after long-term use of inferior bullets and lack of maintenance caused damage to the hammer, but unexpectedly combined with the extraordinary characteristics of the piece that I don't know how many sequences it contained, even the damaged hammer was automatically repaired.

Angel looked at the rifling, although it was still in a used state, but compared to Cole's other revolver that was almost baldly rifled, the condition was already considered good, considering that the material has changed, the hardness has increased significantly, and there should be no need to worry about rifling wear in the future.

Without hesitation, she took out the 0.45-inch revolver with the holster on her waist, took out the bullet and put it into the nest of the "thirsty for blood", and put the old revolver in the suitcase.

In the future, "thirst for blood" will be her main weapon.

Closing the nest with a "snap", she resisted the urge to shoot and test the power of the shot, and tucked the gun back into the holster at her waist.

It's better to try again at the shooting range another day, and shoot at random at the night watchman's station, even if you don't get caught as a mole, it will make others mistakenly think that there is a fight and cause unnecessary disturbance.

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Taking all the star crystals in her luggage and returning to the first floor of the "Silver Bullet", Angel found that the sunlight outside the window had completely disappeared, replaced by the crimson moonlight that gradually covered the ground.

It turns out that so much time has passed......

When they returned in the afternoon, the Pritzport duo who were still in the hall were gone, and Rupert Norman, the man who was a talker in Stone, had somehow got a pipe and was sitting in the corner, taking the cigarette apart one by one, and pouring the tobacco into the pipe, leaving the table full of falling tobacco residues.

Dali was talking to a strange man, and when Angel came down from upstairs, she stopped talking and walked straight up.

"Just thinking about where you've been, you show up, and you happen to have a mission...... What's wrong with you, so pale? ”

Is your own blood loss so obvious?

Angel stretched out his hand and looked at his nails, the nail bed was indeed whiter than usual, and it seemed that 400 ml of blood had been lost, and the impact on himself was already visible to the naked eye.

Dali stared at Angel's slightly pale face, seemed to understand something, and suddenly lowered her voice and asked:

"You're here for that?"

(End of chapter)