When Maltz left with the gold and silver ornaments belonging to No. 44 White Bird Street, two patrol officers in the docks took over the duty of guarding 10 Clara Street - before the Shire District Police Station closed the case, two patrol officers needed to be fixed here every day, this kind of wind and rain task, naturally disgusting, if it was before, the docklands would definitely refuse, but when Maltz became the Sheriff of the Shire, everything changed.

Because, Maltz's appointment as sheriff was signed by the Countess of Nanlos.

In the face of the master of Nanlos, the chief judge, the two old slippery heads left in the dock area did not dare to be sloppy, and each of them transferred a patrol officer to make it look like he was serious and dutiful to complete the duty of guarding.

And the two unlucky patrolmen who couldn't resist naturally complained again and again.

However, soon, the conversation between the two shifted to 10 Clara Street -

"What kind of injury would it take to fill the room with blood?"

"I heard that it was caused by the blood gushing from the chest cavity after cutting off the entire head!"

"What?"

"That's a miserable guy!"

"Miserable?"

"This guy is the real winner!"

A patrolman leaned against the wall in front of the door with his shoulders crossed, muttering.

The patrol officer standing on the side was immediately attracted.

"Do you know any news?"

"Hey, hey."

The patrolman who hugged his shoulders smiled and didn't speak, and the patrolman on the side immediately understood what he meant.

"A beer!"

"Two glasses, plus a plate of appetizers!"

"No way, just a beer and a plate of appetizers at most - I was just a little late, otherwise I would have been able to get enough news!"

The patrolman was not negligent in his duties, but he came late because his home was far away.

"Okay, okay."

The patrolmen who hugged their shoulders accepted it when they saw it, and their colleagues, of course, knew each other's abilities, a glass of beer and a plate of snacks were very good, and by the way, they could touch the richness of the waitress - although more than one person had touched it, but it was not enough to take advantage of such a thing.

"Do you know Auburn?"

"Auburn?"

"That golden finger in the Duo District?"

The patrolman who had agreed to the treat frowned slightly, and then remembered where he had heard of the name.

For patrol officers like them, their own identity will always allow them to know some people who ordinary people can't know.

"That's right!

That's the guy!

This guy is the winner of 10 Clara Street - and he is the one who sets everything up, starting with bluffing Sheriff Jaime to luring out his opponents......

All in all, a terrible guy! ”

The patrolman holding his shoulders said, looked left and right, and then said in a very low voice: "Do you know why there is so much blood at the scene?

I heard that guy can manipulate blood!

And......

Vampire! ”

"Shhh

The patrolman who had agreed to the invitation gasped, and when he involuntarily looked into 10 Clara Street, he began to feel a chill on the back of his neck.

Subconsciously, the patrolman walked to the side of the patrolman who was hugging his shoulder.

"Scared?"

"No, it's just a little cold."

Faced with the ridicule of his colleagues, the patrol officer who agreed to the treat replied stubbornly.

However, the footsteps moved farther away.

The patrolman holding his shoulders looked at his colleague and couldn't help but snort coldly, but his body also moved - he was also afraid!

A dark night filled with cold winds, rooms full of blood, blood-sucking monsters.

Who isn't afraid?

Moreover, they are patrol officers, and they don't have to worry about that amount of money every month.

The figure standing in the shadows listened to the conversation between the two patrolmen, his brow furrowed, and then, when the other entered the room, his eyes flickered.

As is customary, Orville attacked here, and when he cut off the head of the opponent, the crossbow arrow came, and after easily dodging, he threw himself in the direction where the crossbow arrow came from, but not only did he miss the air, but he lost the ability to counterattack almost instantly. ’

The figure mimicked the previous battle at 10 Clara Street in his mind, but the other party's eyes were drawn to the blood on the ground.

Then, the other party keenly noticed a few drops of blood that were different from the blood stains that were spurted out in a large area.

Yes, dripping.

The amount is very small.

But this amount of bleeding could not have caused Orville to lose his mobility.

Unless......

It was bitten on the throat, sucking blood—almost involuntarily, such an image came to the mind of this figure.

At the same time, a family appeared in the minds of the other.

'Blood'!

The long-extinct 'Blood Marquis' family!

'Damn, it's such a simple task, why is there a descendant of the 'Blood Marquis'? ’

Everyone agrees that the 'Blood Marquis' family has long perished, but everyone also believes that the 'Blood Marquis' family is not dead - with the ability of the other family, it is too simple to escape one or two, but it is just because something is strange that they will hide themselves.

After all, how could the powerful 'Blood Marquis' family be wiped out overnight if there was no external force?

As for who are the external forces?

The old lion of the inner bay?

The tigress of South Los?

Or the fox in West Berlin?

Or could it be Einjas's crocodile?

There are so many that no one can be sure.

The only thing that is certain is that the descendants of the 'Marquis of Blood' must be hidden in the shadows.

But why would such a guy make a move on us, it's unreasonable......

'Wait! ’

'Do you ...... say'

The figure shook, and suddenly thought of something.

Immediately, the other party turned around and was about to leave.

But at this moment, a wisp of smoke drifted in.

In just an instant, this wisp of smoke enveloped the entire 10th Clara Street, and as the smoke rolled, one human figure after another appeared in the smoke.

They staggered with broken swords and heavy firearms.

"Lady Long Night, we have no ill will!"

The other party said loudly, but a fire lit up in his hand.

Rumble!

The flames exploded.

The entire house was blown up, and the figure of the other party disappeared into the flames.

Malinda in the carriage was dismissive.

Her smoke had stuck to each other.

Later, when Malinda looked at the bombed-out house, she couldn't help but whisper to herself.

"Destroy the traces?"

The woman groaned.

Eventually, take a deep puff of the pipe and open your mouth to spit out a smoke ring.

She lifted her hand through the smoke ring and pulled a ...... out of it

Thigh bones!

The thigh bones, which were as white as jade, were full of fine cracks.

Bite!

The lady flicked her fingers, and immediately, a small crack appeared on it.

Malinda stared at the rift, her brow furrowing.

'Well, the Layouter is by my side?' ’

'Dead Poets Society' guys? ’

Thinking to herself, she flicked her fingers again.

Bite!

The fibre crack reappeared, and unlike before, this fiddle began to connect the previous rifts, and soon all the fissures converged to form a ......

Snake!

(End of chapter)