Take care of a strange man who has never met before, but is in a coma on the road, let alone two young girls.

This is undoubtedly a fantasy in any case, but it did happen.

Perhaps there was something wrong with Arisha at the first sight of the man, and her compassion was activated like never before. Perhaps it was Aisaro's absolute confidence in her own strength, and she didn't care what a thin homeless man could do, she planned to pull it back and throw him some food at random, and then let him rest in a windless place under the eaves for a night, which would be the greatest favor.

But in any case, the two did bring this man back.

It's weird.

When Asara came to her senses, she was sitting in her kitchen, with her sister, watching the man lie on the table and gobble up.

"Looks like he's starving," Arisha whispered to her sister, who sat side by side, both speechless.

"What the hell is going on?" Aisaro glanced at his sister, completely unsure of how he had allowed the filthy homeless man to enter his house and sit down to eat.

"Thank you so much for your hospitality. The homeless man bowed his head very sincerely to express his gratitude, smiling, and looked like a well-mannered English gentleman at all.

"My name is Brother Prus, I'm sorry to disturb your life, I'll leave right away. The homeless man politely said he would leave immediately.

"Mr. Friar, you are not a bum. Isn't that right?" Arisha was interested in this guy with a good temperament and good talk. At the age of sixteen, she is now very curious, and she feels that this gentleman must have an untold story, and her curiosity is even stronger for a while.

"Can you tell us about your past, and you must have been a literate person at one time?"

Asara stopped talking. She always felt that something was wrong with this person.

"I'm sorry, there are some natural things in me that attract you, it's my negligence, and it's also our people's ability to protect ourselves," Monk Pu smiled bitterly, "I'm in a big trouble right now, and the best way to do it is to leave immediately, otherwise I'm afraid it will cause you a lot of trouble." ”

"My sister is amazing!" Arisa had seen her sister's tough side. It's a trivial matter to grab a white blade or something empty-handed, and there is not a few people who have experience in dealing with firearms head-on, and Aisaro is a master who has been honed by the elite of the White Phoenix. He is a genius in his own right. Even if she has a gun, she is far from being her opponent.

"Don't say that. There are more people than me. Uncle Thomas's Garon is better than me. She had heard that Garon was also practicing martial arts every day, and when she found her, she was indeed not Garon's opponent, in the fight fight. Garon's strength is extremely professional.

"But my sister is really powerful. Arisha's eyes widened.

"I think it's time for me to go. Monk suddenly stood up. It was only then that the two noticed that his accent had a strong British accent.

The monk was dressed in a tattered gray cloth shirt, and his jeans and shoes were gray and black, and only the original white background could be faintly discerned.

He quickly walked to the kitchen window and gently lifted a corner of the curtain to look out, and the faint sound of an approaching car engine could be heard outside.

"It's coming. ”

"Is anyone going to do you any favor? Aisaro saw that his nervousness was not fake, "Do you need to call the police? ”

"It's useless for the police to come," said the monk with a wry smile, "It's too late, I'll go first." Thank you for the dinner. ”

He quickly walked to the window on the other side of the kitchen and pulled back the curtains. The whole person jumped slightly, and actually flew out of the window and disappeared in an instant.

The two sisters thought they were dazzled in the back, but Alyssa rubbed her eyes and looked, but there was still no sign of the monk.

"Don't think about it. Aisaro experienced strong winds and waves, and quickly calmed down, and she remembered the many supernatural phenomena that were rumored, and her heart suddenly became vigilant,

She walked over and quickly closed the window and closed the curtains.

"Go wash up and go to bed, just as we have never seen this Mr. Friar. ”

Arisha and her sister have been on the run for several years, so they naturally know what is important, and when they heard this, they nodded obediently and didn't ask any more.

After the two sisters washed up with their own thoughts, they quietly went back to their rooms and fell asleep. But the figure of Mr. Friar lingered in their minds.

"Raphael, another Bloodline has come in. ”

In a basement in town, two young women were standing behind Raphael, watching her quietly review some of the papers on the desk. The candlelight flickered, constantly emitting a layer of pale golden aura, and the halo emitted by this aperture just enveloped the three of them, no more, no less. Form an eerie spherical space.

"Which camp is it?" Raphael asked casually, picking up a document.

"There are people from the Ming Party and the secret party. A black woman with a lot of pigtails replied in a low voice.

"The one who chased the Blood of the Red Moon?" Raphael frowned, feeling very tricky. "My grandmother told me that the bipartisan feud is now in full swing and we can't get involved. ”

"Then we're going to let the Bloods run rampant around town, which is against our rules. Another white woman disgruntled. Her brother was once sucked to death by the Blood Clan's secret party, so after she became a witch, she hated the Blood Clan secret party like never before. He is also a supporter of the hawkish attitude towards the Blood Clan's secret party.

"It's not a trivial matter. Raphael turned her face sideways, her long golden hair glistening in the candlelight. "There is the Blood Blood Clan of the Red Moon, as long as there is one alive, the Dead Apostle Red Moon will not die, so it is necessary to kill all the Blood Clan with the blood of the Dead Apostle in order to truly and completely erase the existence of the Red Moon. At this point, it is impossible for the secret party to retreat, especially now that they have greatly increased their strength and have two dead apostles. ”

"They can't compromise, so if we refuse, it could lead to war. It's not something I'm a regional head can call the shots. ”

Raphael stopped.

"Inform them of our rules, and as long as they don't break them up, we'll tolerate them. Otherwise, in order to survive, then go to war, this is our bottom line. ”

"Understood. ”

The two women left the aperture with different expressions and walked out of the basement.

Raphael turned her head and looked ahead in the darkness.

"Grandma. ”

It was pitch black, and in the dark shadows, an old woman in a metal wheelchair slowly emerged.

She was in a wheelchair, her face was wrinkled like bark, but her eyes were very young, like those of a teenage girl, clear and pure, as blue as the sea.

"Your decision is the right one. The old woman nodded and said, "We can't get involved in the Blood Clan's civil war, this is an abnormal storm, an unprecedented huge storm, and it is likely to determine the pattern of the Continent in the future." None of us can cross the line until the Mother of Lions has taken a stand. ”

"What is the revelation of the Mother of Lions?" asked Raphael.

"None of the people in charge have reached her home. The prophecy tells us that there is still a wait. The old woman replied in a low voice. "Don't be impulsive until you break through to reach the upper witches. Your talent is the most powerful I've ever seen, and the most promising to break through to the top. ”

Raphael nodded silently.

Many of their regional leaders, especially in the marginal areas, are at the median witch level, which means that they are on par with the median blood clan of the blood clan. This sounds weak, but it's actually normal, and it's not usually strong.

Generally, the blood clan appears to fight, and there are many vampires, and how much these cannon fodder are produced is not trivial to the blood clan, and the consumption is very small. But the real Bloodline is much rarer. They are powerful and noble, and because of their scarce numbers, they all live a leisurely and wealthy life, and they do not reveal their identities easily at all. They are more integrated into human life and enjoy having fun with life.

They have a long life, a strong force, many of them are high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and their status is respected, and no one is willing to give up such a comfortable life, which is also the reason why the Ming Party blood clan far exceeds the secret party blood clan. Who would want a peaceful good life though, to run and fight and kill?

So 90% of the people who are really out are vampires, and occasionally there will be conflicts between the lower blood clans and witches.

In such an environment, a median witch is an extremely powerful hierarchical force.

Most witches can only reach the apprenticeship, and those with better qualifications can reach the lower level, which means the ability to deal with the lower bloods. It already belongs to the level of extraordinary power.

Such a witch, at most one out of a hundred, belongs to the backbone of the combat force. And it takes a long time to accumulate force.

Raphael, on the other hand, is only twenty years old now, and has reached the peak of the middle witch, and has mastered the powerful witchcraft of the Grando's witch clan, and has been unanimously respected by the witch leaders of other regions. The title of Will of the Sun is not given for free, but obtained through real test battles.

"I see. Raphael nodded.

The old woman nodded in satisfaction, and the figure disappeared into the darkness again.

Raphael was left alone to ponder silently.

Vaya, USA,

It was 11:22 a.m. the next morning

On the highway between the city of Whitecard and Grantor

In a state white bus bound for Granto.

A carload of people was drowsy, and most of them were dozing off in the mild sunlight.

Garon sat in his seat, looking out the window at the plains, the roads, the vehicles, and the occasional traveler on a motorcycle.

He got off the plane and transferred directly, after several transfers, the last one got on this car is a tourist bus to Granddot, although it is a little slower, but it can be direct, and it also saves a lot of worry.

He still held the scroll in his hand, but his mind was not on it. (To be continued......)