One hundred gold coins is already a windfall for an ordinary person. As long as he lives diligently and frugally, he will never be short of money in his life. But for Zongque, it is not even the first pot of gold.

There is no so-called investment in this era. Almost all wealth is gathered in the hands of the nobles. If you want to accumulate wealth, you have to take it from the hands of the nobles.

Zongque did not leave in a hurry, but used the resources at hand to distill and prepare what he needed. The strong smell of the concoction before turned into a permeating fragrance of flowers, so many servants couldn't help but smell it when they passed by.

Earl Hand was not in a hurry to let him leave. Instead, he felt that by keeping such a doctor, he would not have to worry about it for a long time.

Earl Hand was able to attend the banquet and accepted the invitation. Many people found his health to be miraculous, and they also learned about the miraculous doctor Ai Bolan from his mouth.

"Isn't the black pill really the devil's witchcraft?"

"I heard that he has black hair and black eyes, just like a legendary demon."

"Oh, dear, if the devil can cure diseases, who cares what he is?"

"What kind of devil is he? He's just a down-and-out nobleman. He can do it with gold coins. There's no need to use his soul."

There are quite a few aristocrats with various illnesses. Some cannot eat well, some cannot sleep well, some have been injured, and some are even seriously ill.

Earl Hand offered a high price and brought the other party to the manor for treatment, but the gold coin paid to Zongque was only one-tenth or even less.

But one after another, incredible illnesses were cured in people's eyes, which also made Dr. Aberland's name in the Earl of Hand's Palace completely famous.

"My child, you deserve this." Earl Hand placed a bag of gold coins in front of Zongque and said with a smile, "This has far exceeded the one thousand gold coins I promised you at the beginning."

"Indeed." Zongque looked at the gold coins scattered in the bag and said, "Thank you very much for bringing me business."

"It's nothing, you cured my disease, I should repay you." Earl Hand smiled.

"Your price has been paid, and I should move out." Zongque said.

"Don't worry, you can live in this manor as long as you like. I'm happy to entertain my savior." Earl Hand stopped him.

"I'm just staying here. If there are any patients, you can bring them to me," Zongque said.

Earl Hand's eyes lit up. He patted Zongque on the shoulder and said, "Of course, your medical skills are the best. I can arrange a house for you. That bedroom is really too small for you."

"Okay, thank you." Zongque took his gold coins and left, and the next day he checked into a small building in a prosperous part of the city.

He did not receive patients from outside, but only customized the necessary equipment to study his own things. This made Earl Hand feel very relieved after sending someone to look at it for a few days. He counted the gold coins sent by the nobles and almost lay in bed.

Among them: "This is so profitable."

However, he took the medicine day by day, and when he was about to reach the bottom, the stitched wound on his stomach started to hurt, like an ant biting him repeatedly, causing him to toss and turn and sleepless nights.

Earl Hand didn't even bother to change into the clothes exclusive to the nobles, he hitched up his carriage overnight and hurried to the place where the small building was.

After a series of knocks on the door, the candles in the small building were lit, and Earl Hand was almost carried out of the car. He looked at the young man who opened the door in a cold sweat: "Doctor Ai Bolan, my wound is very painful...

"

"Bring it in." Zongque said as he opened the door.

The servant carried it in and exited at Zongque's signal. Zongque put the candlestick on the neatly arranged table, sat on the sofa on the other side and said, "What do you think?"

"It hurts, it's very unbearable, I feel like I'm going to die." Earl Hand held his stomach and looked at the young man sitting quietly next to him and said, "Why is this happening? Help me!"

"Because you only gave you one hundred gold coins at that time, I can only give you the medical skills of one hundred gold coins." Zongque's voice was calm, "The wound was not cleaned and stitched in time, so it should have festered."

The candle flickered slightly, but it was not enough to illuminate the entire room. Earl Hand looked at the young man behind the candle in a cold sweat. His black hair and extremely deep and calm eyes dancing with the candle made him look like

It really looks like the legendary devil: "You are the devil..."

"It can still be cured, but it's much worse than before." Zongque said, "When will you pay me back all the money I paid for medical treatment, and when will I cure you? If you want to use a soldier's knife on my neck,

Come on, I have nothing to fear if I can drag you with me to death."

Earl Hand took a deep breath, knowing that the other party was serious: "I will prepare it for you right away."

Wait until his illness is cured before we deal with this guy.

Earl Hand ordered a carriage of gold coins to be transported to the small building, and Zongque also invited him into the operating room again to perform a new operation.

Servants and soldiers were all guarding outside. The candlelight was on in the small building for a long time, but no one opened the door and came out during the day.

"Doctor? Is your operation over?" The servant stepped forward and asked with some worry.

"It's been almost a day."

"But if we disturb the doctor and the count's illness cannot be cured, we will all be punished."

The servants waited for a long time, until the sound of pain was heard in the small building, and then they rushed in and saw the count who had been lying on the operating table. His whole body was soaked with pain, and the people around him were

The instruments have been put away, but there are one hundred gold coins and a medicine bottle filled with pills, and Dr. Ai Bolan, who performed the surgery, has disappeared.

Earl Hand's pain subsided after he took the pills according to the instructions in the note, but the one hundred gold coins were also brought to his bedside.

"Count, Dr. Abram only left one hundred gold coins, and took the other gold coins away," the servant said cautiously.

This is too mysterious. Although the small building has a back door, a person can quietly disappear from the city of Yas out of thin air with a carriage of gold coins, exactly like the legendary demon who can come and go freely.

Earl Hand looked at the scattered one hundred gold coins, but he suddenly became panicked. He remembered that the other party said that the price of one hundred gold coins only requires one hundred gold coins of medical skills, and what he now means is that he only uses nine hundred gold coins.

Medical skills?

"Quickly, go get the person back, get the person back at all costs!!!" Earl Hand said with wide eyes.

"Yes." The servant stepped back.

The soldiers in Yas City issued announcements everywhere to look for Dr. Abram, but this man disappeared as if he had never appeared in this world.

"Dr. Abram's medical skills are really good, but Hand is too greedy." A woman in a gorgeous dress said to the mirror, "Greed can be used in many places, but if he offends the doctor, his greed will only take revenge."

on his body."

"Madam, your waist seems to be one size smaller." The serving maid praised.

"The pills Dr. Abram gave are very useful, but you can't buy them with any money." The woman smiled, "Only Hand would be so stupid."

"Yes, you are right!" said the maid.

Earl Hand searched everywhere for Ai Bolan, which made many treated nobles worried at first, but found that his disease had never relapsed. Although Hand was still living well in this world, he

My body started to gain weight again.

Under the dim moonlight, Hand looked at the last pill and hesitated for a long time but still did not swallow it. His body began to have difficulty moving again, but there was no regret pill in this world.

If he had another chance, he would be willing to pay the doctor a mere thousand gold coins.

The wind outside was blowing fiercely, and flying sand and gravel blew on the windows, making a crackling sound. Just when Earl Hand was worried that the windows would be damaged by the wind, the closed windows were suddenly pushed open by the wind, and the cold wind blew.

Entering, the calm candlelight was directly blown out, and a lot of paper even flew to the ground.

"Those servants are lazy again!" Earl Hand cursed in a bad mood. He stood up in the moonlight and wanted to close the window, but he heard a voice saying hello from the window.

"Hi, Earl." It was a very pleasant voice. It was not as cold as the moonlight, but with the brightness of the sun. It scratched people's hearts and made Earl Hand unable to look at the stranger.

Move away.

He was a very beautiful young man, with short golden curly hair that looked like silver flowing with moonlight because of the moonlight, and smoky gray eyes that were slightly bent because of the smile, and there was an unconcealable blue in them.

He rested his arms on the window, and even though only his upper body was exposed, his tall figure could still be seen.

He was as beautiful as an angel descending to the world along the moonlight. Earl Hand opened his eyes wide, swallowed uncontrollably, and even breathed a little heavier: "Is there something wrong, Your Excellency?"

His figure approached, and the young man leaning against the window held his chin and said with a smile: "I heard that this is the manor of Earl Hand."

"That's me." Hand patted his chest and moved closer, "What are you looking for for me?"

"I'm here to ask you about Dr. Ai Bolan." The young man seemed not to notice his approach and said with a smile.

"Oh, are you sick?" Earl Hand approached and asked with concern, "I can spend a lot of money to treat you."

"No, I'm just curious about how he disappeared from Yas City with a cart of gold coins." The young man moved away the hand he wanted to touch and smiled, "You are so rude, Earl."

"Because you are as beautiful as a gem." Earl Hand stared at him and said, "I don't know where he went. Maybe he is a legendary devil, but I have been looking for him. Before I found him,

Will you stay in my estate?"

"It seems that the rumors are true. You will die soon because you didn't pay properly." A trace of regret flashed in the young man's eyes, "I thought I would see something interesting if I came here now."

Earl Hand finally noticed something subtle in his words: "What's interesting?"

There is no place to stay outside his window, but the other party can easily lie there.

"It's nothing, it's just that you will die soon." The young man moved the tip of his nose and said, "I can already smell the smell of corpse on your body. In order to prevent you from dying a hopeless and painful death, how about I give you a ride?"

His eyes were still curved, but there was a coldness in them. The sharp nails on his beautiful fingers grew out in the moonlight, making Earl Hand's eyes widen and he backed away: "Devil, you are not an angel!

Come on, come on!!!”

He wanted to move his heavy body, but his throat was cut by a careless hand, and he fell heavily.

Joel fell indoors and looked at the man who was still spitting out blood bubbles and struggling to survive. He pulled the curtain aside and wiped the blood on his nails: "It's so dirty. Your blood has a very smelly smell. It makes me

I feel really bad.”

The blood was wiped clean, and when the servants arrived, the young man left from the window. His feet did not rely on a certain place, but stayed in the sky and disappeared in the moonlight.

After a trip, he didn't find anyone interesting, and his hands were stained with dirty blood. Joel fell by the river and washed the blood on his hands, thinking that this debt could be settled on Ai Bolan's head.

That doctor is very interesting in the rumors. It would be even more interesting if you could watch him panic.

Although the person hasn't been found yet, it shouldn't be boring next time.

Earl Hand died. His throat was cut and his limbs were cut off. Under the protection of a group of soldiers, he died tragically. The other party even wiped the blood on his curtains, which was very arrogant.

"This must be the work of the devil!"

"Perhaps it was Dr. Abram's revenge that killed Mr. Hand!"

"Earl Hand has offended many people before..."

"But only Dr. Abrams can disappear quietly."

The results of the examination revealed that the cause of Earl Hand's death was a wound on his throat. The wound did not look like it was caused by a knife, but more like a scratch from a fingernail, and his limbs were forcibly pulled off.

This result caused panic among many people in Yas City, because no human being can pull off a person's limbs with bare hands, and such behavior must be the act of the devil.

"It's a vampire." The vampire hunter in armor inspected the wound and said, "Their nails are harder than knives, but it's strange that he didn't suck blood."

"Maybe the blood doesn't taste good." Another vampire hunter said.

"Vampires only want blood and are not picky about the taste at all." The vampire hunter said, "The injuries on the limbs seem to be purely to vent his anger. Maybe someone he offended was turned into a vampire to seek revenge."

"You mean Dr. Abram?" Another person said, "The count has died. This matter must be reported to the Central Church and find this Dr. Abram. Otherwise, it will be difficult to calm the panic of the people."

They made such a decision, but when they were about to set off for the city of Barron, they received news from the church.

Dr. Abelin entered the city of Barron and used almost all the gold coins to buy himself the title of viscount.

In this country, titles below earl can be purchased, and you can even own a fief, but you need to pay a lot of gold coins, and one hundred gold coins are enough to be worth the lifetime salary of a servant in the Earl of Hand's Mansion. A carriage of gold coins is naturally enough to buy

The title of the next Viscount.

Nobles with titles need to enter the church to receive blessings. There are countless high-level hunters there, which can completely prove that it is not a demon at all, but an ordinary human being.

The clue is broken again.

"Knowing medicine is really profitable." The vampire hunter on horseback said.

They do have a salary from the Holy See, but it can only afford enough to drink. If they want to get the bonus, they need to hunt vampires. But even if a vampire can earn one gold coin, it will take a long time to save a carriage.

Don't even think about doing this for the rest of your life, unless you can hunt down the legendary higher-level vampires, and the strength of that race requires even high-level hunters to cooperate in encirclement and suppression.

"Who says otherwise? He is actually a human being." Another vampire hunter sighed, "Same person but different destiny."

Yas City is still investigating the cause of Earl Hand's death, but Zongque has already rushed to his fiefdom, Mira Town, with the gold coins he received from practicing medicine in Barron City.

With Earl Hand as a precedent, even though some of the nobles were good at bargaining, they all paid enough gold coins. Even though many people tried to stay, Zongque still left that rich city.

Although medical skills make money, if you want to amass more wealth, you cannot rely solely on your own physical strength.

The carriage drove through the fields, and Zongque also saw the town of Mira with flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.

This place is not as rich as Barron City, but it is very close to it. It is the former fiefdom of a down-and-out Earl. The tax is not high and there is no one to compete for it, but it is just suitable for Zongque to implement his plan.

The carriage stopped outside a slightly old manor. Zongque got off the car. The steward recruited from Barron City stopped aside and said: "Master, I will recruit servants for you right away to take care of this place."

"Okay, thank you." Zongque said.

A high salary was promised, servants were easy to recruit, young people were cleaning the place enthusiastically, and Zongque started his first step of the plan with peace of mind.

Although cities were established in this era, they were not so orderly, and the clothes worn by nobles were often very heavy, and because water sources were not so convenient, many of them needed spices to cover up their smell. In addition, women were also very fond of spices.

It's sought after.

In this era, spices, silks, medicines and gems were the most profitable businesses.

Zongque is not a professional perfumer, but spices have something in common with pharmacology. He has done research on this, but compared to spices, perfume is more convenient.

When Zongque bought a large area of ​​land in Mira Town and recruited people familiar with planting to plant medicinal herbs, spices and mulberry trees, the medicines he developed had already begun to be packaged in glass bottles and sold everywhere.

Those medicines are just common medicines. They regulate the stomach and intestines, treat fevers, and regulate sleep. They are just basic medicines. The prices are set at a mid-to-high level, but they were sold out as soon as they came on the market. Just because Dr. Ai Bolan was among the aristocrats.

It is also a very famous existence.

The wealth was brought back and used by Zongque to hire new equipment workers. By this time, even though some people were still curious about the color of his hair and eyes, no one dared to say anything anymore.

"A few days ago, I felt like I was about to die from discomfort. Unexpectedly, I took a pill and slept, and I was fine the next day."

"Dr. Abram is really miraculous. Although he has such hair color, he is definitely not a devil."

"My salary is even enviable by my cousin who lives far away in Barron City."

There are many such words, and Zongque's pill sales have also reached a higher level.

This speed of wealth accumulation is not something that no one envies, but even if you want to imitate it, the effect is completely different.

"My noble queen, Earl Aberland is plundering the wealth of this country." A very majestic-looking man saluted the queen on the throne, "He has medical skills like a devil, and he is arbitrarily plundering his wealth."

Sprinkle the medicine on this country and plunder wealth for him, and people who appear out of thin air may one day control this country."

The queen sitting there is very beautiful. She wears a crown inlaid with gems and diamonds, and her bright red skirt sets off her extremely white skin, but people dare not offend her easily.

"My dear Abner, you don't have to worry about this. Viscount Abram gave half of all profits he made to the royal family." The Queen smiled, "He may be ambitious, but he will not harm the interests of this country.

.”

He was a smart man with such ability. Without the protection of the royal family, he would have been oppressed to death by the nobles. However, he purchased the title and became part of the nobles. The benefit he gave away was his surrender.

, is also his refuge.

Because she did not allow anyone to destroy the royal family's source of income, but the profits that could make Abner jealous also made her somewhat regretful that she did not meet the legendary Dr. Abram with her own eyes.

It is said that he is very young, with black hair and black eyes that look very like a demon, but he is indeed a human being, a very magical human being.

"But Your Majesty, the other half is in his own hands." Abner raised his head and said.

"Abner, some things should not be too greedy. Earl Hand is a precedent. Everyone will get sick sometimes. It is not a good idea to offend a doctor who can affect one's lifespan." The Queen opened the feather fan and stood up and said, "And you have to

Understand that your interests cannot come before the interests of this country."

Abner was shocked when he saw the queen's expression, and quickly lowered his head and said, "Yes."

With the royal family as the backing, no one dares to tamper with the sales of Zongque's pills, and because the prices he sets are not sky-high, ordinary people can buy them if they save money, which also makes many people want to sell the pills and increase the price.

Part of the price is sold to places where pills cannot reach, and they also make a lot of money.

…

In the castle shrouded in darkness, a gloved hand presented a box to the young man sitting on the fence. His long white fingers picked up a pill in the box, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed: "This is it.

thing?"

"Yes, it can remove some impurities from human blood." said the respectful butler.

"It doesn't look like anything special." The young man looked at it under the moonlight and threw it directly into his mouth. The butler's hand stretched out into the air and stopped. He saw the young man's expression change and his whole beautiful face wrinkled.

He leaned over and spit out the chewed pills, and quickly brought some water over.

Joel took the water and rinsed his mouth, but the medicinal smell lingered between his lips and teeth. He frowned and said: "The taste of this thing is worse than the lowest taste of blood."

"Master, this pill must be swallowed, not chewed," the steward said respectfully.

Although the owner was curious about many things, no one expected that he would eat them directly.

Joel turned his eyes and looked at him, picked up another pill and handed it to him with a smile: "This reward is for you."

"Master, I have no sense of taste," the steward said.

He is also pure blood, but there is a difference between pure blood and pure blood, and his power is far from the level of having a sense of taste.

"It's such a pity, then I'll leave this pill for Eberland to take." Joel twisted the pill and smiled under the moonlight, then disappeared from the castle fence.

That beautiful figure moved very quickly in the moonlight and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The butler put away the remaining pills and paid a silent tribute to Viscount Aberland. If he could arouse the owner's interest, he would be considered unlucky.

The manor was very quiet under the moonlight, with only weak candlelight flickering. Most of the place had fallen into silence. Joel judged the master bedroom, moved his fingers lightly, opened the window and entered the room, but there was only silence in the room.

The moonlight was like water, Joel walked on the soft soundproof carpet, looked at the very clean and simple room, and opened the wardrobe.

Neatly folded clothes were placed inside, and some were hanging among them. Joel took the hangers and compared them and found that the clothes seemed to fit him perfectly.

Although he is not fat, is he a dwarf?

After putting the clothes back, Joel confirmed that this was Abram's room and sat on the bed. His fingers touched the sheets and touched them. He found that it was more comfortable than the fabric he had laid in the coffin.

It's been this long and you haven't come back yet. Have you gone somewhere to have fun?

Joel was a little bored, but suddenly he heard footsteps and voices coming from outside: "Thank you, Toby."

The candlelight seeped in through the crack in the door. When Joel got up and hid behind the curtains to close the window, the door was opened from the outside.

A girl dressed as a maid walked in holding neatly folded sheets. The young man behind her held up a candlestick and illuminated the room and said, "You are just timid. What's so scary about being black?"

The maid put the things she was holding into the closet: "But the Viscount is not here, and the candles in many places are not lit."

After putting the things away, she carefully closed the closet and said, "Thank you for coming with me, let's go."

"You go ahead, so as not to tremble with fear." The young man said awkwardly and with concern.

The two people left one after another, the door closed again, Joel opened the curtains and walked out, the smile on his lips had disappeared.

It was rare that he found an interesting human being, and he wasn't even there!

Joel casually pulled up a chair and sat in front of the desk, thinking about how to relieve his depression. He moved his fingers lightly and looked at the paper on the table. He pulled out a piece of paper with a curl of his lips and scratched his finger.

He wrote a bloody word "death" on the paper. The paper shook and the blood dried up. Joel pressed the paper to its original position, got up and disappeared from the window.

How would that little dwarf react when he saw such a threat?

Zongque's carriage returned to the manor three days later. The carriage stopped and many servants went out to greet him and presented him with various things he had brought back.

"Master, the bath water has been boiled." The butler asked, "Would you like to eat first or take a bath first?"

"Take a shower first and send everything to my room." Zongque walked into the manor road.

In a few months, this place has become very different from before, and it has become as comfortable as a home.

After taking a hot bath, Zongque put on slightly tight clothes and knew that he had to make another batch of clothes.

The original body was thin and short due to malnutrition and young age, but the recovery potion was enough to adjust for this deficiency, allowing him to return to the height he should have had when his body was well-nourished. He was taller and needed more clothes.

Keep redoing.

Zongque buttoned his clothes and stopped looking when he walked past the bed. The servant came over with sheets and said, "Master, do you need to change the sheets for you?"

"Well." Zongque turned his eyes and asked, "Has anyone entered my room?"

"Yes, although you are not in the manor, the sheets must be changed every three days." The servant asked, "Did something happen?"

"Nothing, just do your work." Zongque walked to the window and opened the curtains. The traces on the bed were not left by changing the sheets, but by someone who had sat there.

Sunlight filtered in, and when Zongque opened the window, he found that the latch above had been opened.

Someone had come in here, but the traces were very slight. His valuables were never placed in the bedroom. After the servants left, Zongque sat at the desk and opened the drawer. The number of gold coins inside did not decrease.

He took the paper from the desk and when he opened the book on it, he saw the word "death" written in blood on it.

It's bright red and bloody, and looks like a warning letter, but it doesn't look like human blood.

Zongque brought it to his nose. It did smell like blood, but it didn't turn black after it dries. Instead, it always maintained a bright color.

Vampire, or vampire.

But the purpose of using this method is to intimidate? Who would be frightened by such a thing?

Zongque folded the paper, put it in the drawer, and started to deal with his own affairs after lunch.

He went out to sign an order, and he still had other things to do. As for the vampire, hiring a few vampire hunters from the church was enough to ensure the safety of everyone else in the manor.

After giving orders one by one, Zongque rested and stood by the window and looked at the latch. He always felt that he had seen this method of opening a window to enter a house before.

He turned around and wrote a letter to the Holy See, in which he stated the high price of the reward. However, the letter was sealed and had not yet been sent out. 1314 reminded him affectionately: [Host, if you ask the hunter to come, how will you meet the target of the mission? ]

If it is not encountered, the mission cannot be triggered, and if it cannot be triggered, there will be no Star Coins.

If the vampire hunter recruited is a high-level one and directly kills the task target, the host is not completing the task, but becoming a booster for the original world line.

Zongque's hand that was originally going to ring the bell stopped: [Task target?]

1314 coughed and said: [I didn’t say anything.]

Zongque looked at the envelope and finally put it in the drawer without sending it out.

The target of this mission has not been seen yet, but it is recorded in the original world line that he does things based on his mood. Because he is not dependent on blood, he does not kill humans indiscriminately, but he prefers to hunt humans unscrupulously like a vampire.

Discover the dark side of human nature to please the long and boring life.

Even though his visit did not cause any casualties, no one in the manor found any trace of him.

Perhaps he came because there was something here that aroused his interest.

If this is the case, there is no need for him to look for it, the other party will come again a second time.

Zongque rested in the manor for a week, and when an urgent summons came from Barron City, he once again stepped onto the carriage and left the manor.

But on the second night after he left, Joel's figure appeared again, and he saw the empty room again.

"The Viscount doesn't feel like he stays at the manor very often. I don't know how long he will be away this time." A maid said.

"I heard from the housekeeper that someone seems to be seriously ill and needs the Viscount to go away for a few months." Another maid smiled and said, "This way we can relax, right?"

Joel leaned against the door, listening to the footsteps and comments disappearing, his lips slightly pursed, and he sat on the edge of the window feeling depressed.

He finally found something he was interested in, only to find that the person was even more elusive than him.

The boy's legs swayed slightly by the window twice, and he chuckled softly while looking at the moonlight.

Anything that makes him unhappy is not fun. Such a busy human being puts all his thoughts on money. It is boring and boring to think about it. Maybe all his hair has fallen out, so it is not interesting.

It seemed that he needed to find new fun. The young man moved gently and his figure completely disappeared from the window edge.

…

The reason why Zongque rushed to Barron City in a hurry was because the pope of the Central Holy See had a physical problem. After the diagnosis, there was no major problem, but his age and the sudden drop in temperature during the change of seasons caused problems.

After swallowing the prepared pills, the person fell into a deep sleep, but Zongque would still have to stay here for a while until the other person recovered.

"Thank you very much for coming. The Pope suddenly fell ill, and we don't know what to do." The bishop said with gratitude, "Please stay here temporarily. If you have any needs, just tell me."

"Okay, thank you." Zongque went out with the other party, and the nuns and knights he met along the way would respectfully salute and say hello.

And when they exited the gate of the Holy See, a pure white horse neighed and stopped. The knight on the horse landed, took off his helmet and stretched out his hand towards the frightened bishop to say hello: "Long time no see, Bishop Benson.

"

Although the bishop was frightened, he was not angry. Instead, he spoke very familiarly: "Brer, I have told you many times that horses are not allowed in the Holy See."

"Yes, my ears are almost getting calloused." Blair took out his ears and laughed.

When Zongque heard the name, he looked over and saw that he was a young man with blond hair who looked very handsome and elegant.

Zongque's gaze lingered, and the other party's eyes also looked over. His green eyes looked at his hair a few more times: "Bishop Benson, who is this?"

"Oh, this is Viscount Abram, and he is here to see the Pope." The bishop introduced him enthusiastically.

"Are you Doctor Ai Bolan?" Blair let go of the horse's reins and took a few steps closer. He looked at the man's outstanding and calm face and smiled, "I feel like he is a different type."

"Blair, don't be rude." Bishop Benson looked at his actions and said in a calm tone.

"Okay." Blair stepped back and said with a smile, "I have actually suffered a lot of injuries, and I have never been able to find a reliable doctor to treat me. I admire you very much in my heart. You can take a look at me while you are treating the Pope.

?”

"Okay." Zongque responded.

"Thank you so much. If you need anything, you can come to me. Although I am only an intermediate hunter now, I will not be afraid of the vampires." Blair smiled.

"Hey, don't say this to Mr. Abrams." Bishop Benson stopped him. "It will cause panic."

"Okay, see you later." Blair raised his helmet and walked away.

Zongque glanced back at the other person's leaving figure. Blair was said to be the most promising vampire hunter in the Holy See. Although he was only at the intermediate level now, he would be promoted to the advanced level later and then become one of the advanced hunters who surrounded Yoel.

Even a vampire hunter would not just say that to someone he met. He must have noticed something.

"Don't be angry. Blair has a somewhat flamboyant personality, but he is a very good vampire hunter." Bishop Benson said, "And he is very enthusiastic."

"It doesn't matter." Zongque said as he walked down the steps.

"You are such a generous person." Bishop Benson followed and said, "This way."

Their figures disappeared, but Blair stopped and took out the mithril pendant engraved with runes from his collar.

This pendant will react when a vampire approaches. Different levels will give different reactions. The man is indeed a human, but he should have been in contact with a high-level vampire or even a vampire to have such a reaction.

.

Are you being targeted?

Dr. Abram is indeed very popular in this country. Although those vampires were once humans, they have no interest in the prosperity and continuation of humanity. They have become aliens.

Zongque moved into the Holy See. The treatment here was good and the environment was good. Except for the sound of worship, the rest of the place was quite quiet. However, every time Zongque found a quiet and elegant place to read, he would always meet someone.

"My dear Caroline, you are as sweet and fragrant as this flower." The hunter with blond hair changed his armor, wore the uniform of a knight, and handed out a beautiful rose to the young and beautiful nun.

flower.

The flowers were in bud, and the bright red color also made the nun's cheeks turn red. She shyly took the flower and said, "Sweet-tongued bad guy, how many people have you said this to?"

"It's just you, how could I say such things to others casually?" Blair said with a smile.

[He has already said this to five people.] 1314 said while watching the show.

Zongque was sitting behind the shade of a tree. It was very dark here. Through the gaps between the flowers and trees, you could clearly see the two people speaking love to each other, but it was difficult for people outside to see clearly.

Zongque remained silent and turned to the next page of the book. Blair smiled at the nun and said, "You should go back first. I have something else to do and I will find you later."

"Okay." The nun slapped the corner of his lips with a flower, then turned and left.

Zongque lowered his eyes and looked at the book in front of him. After a moment of silence, he heard footsteps approaching and eyes looking at the pages in front of him: "It's such a complicated book. How can anyone have the patience to read this?"

Zongque looked up and saw the knight squatting in front of him, raising his eyes and smiling, saying, "Is something wrong?"

"Huh? You don't seem to be interested in me at all." Blair raised his eyes and looked into his dark and deep eyes.

No matter what time, this person's expression is very calm, as if nothing can make him lose his composure, which is very challenging.

"What do you have that interests me?" Zongque looked at him and asked.

"What you said is really hurtful. My face is suitable for both men and women." Blair didn't notice anything in his eyes. He stood up and sighed, "Okay, have you ever seen a vampire?"

Zongque put the bookmark and closed it and said: "No."

He hasn't met the mission target yet. Although the soul has been reincarnated as the mission target in the past, immortal species like the Vampires may not allow other souls to enter.

After excluding the people recorded in the original world line one by one, the familiar soul was still not found. Is it really Joel, or did he not follow him this time?

"Then I have to tell you some unfortunate news. You may be targeted by the vampires." Blair folded his arms and leaned against a nearby tree with a smile. "If you don't want to be sucked into a human being or become a vampire, it's best to

Always stay with me."

Zongque raised his eyes and looked at him. After a while, he stood up and said, "You are still a virgin."
Chapter completed!