Chapter 179 This thing can burn more money than that!
After leaving Snow's house, Klein looked at the excited Emlyn with a slightly strange expression.
Emlyn glanced at the great detective who rescued him from the Harvest Church, raised his eyebrows, and said in a slightly mocking tone:
"Why, are you curious why I signed the contract so easily?"
"You are nothing like what you learned from Mr. Snow." Klein rolled his eyes at Emlyn's mocking tone, but still nodded.
"You have already said that he is a demigod-level strongman. Do I have any reason to refuse?" Emlyn looked at Klein with an expression that said, "I can't understand this." But Klein just grinned, and then said
He complained crazily in his heart:
"I just opened the spiritual vision, and there is no rational blue in you! You are definitely blinded by the doll! You are just making excuses for your previous irrationality! You want me to think you are not so stupid.
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Of course, when he said this, Klein had no doubt that the vampire who still owed him the fare would become angry, so he chose to change the subject:
"Then you're not worried that there's something wrong with the doll?"
"Please, it's just a demigod, and we vampires don't lack it!" Emlyn raised his head, looked arrogant, and said with an expression that looked like the "I'm awesome" emoticon that Klein had seen before traveling through time.
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"Wait until the next gathering, in the name of checking whether there is a curse on the doll, why don't I go to the elders of the clan to have it appraised? In this way, I can bring the doll there reasonably. If there is really something wrong with the doll, then
If he breaks the contract first, Dorothy will be mine! Oh, by the way, I have to get my reward first! Well, what should I call it? Alice? Zelda? Lola Mia?
Well, they are all too common. This is my first custom-made doll, so I must have a good name..."
Seeing Mr. Vampire starting to talk to himself, Klein had reached the point where he couldn't restrain his urge to cover his face without using his clown powers.
This vampire...
Sure enough, as Mr. Snow said, vampires are really arrogant.
Based on Klein's understanding of Snow, he was sure that the gentleman had definitely figured out the vampire's thoughts, including his current careful thoughts, which were probably all part of that gentleman's plan.
Thinking of this, Klein couldn't restrain his curiosity and immediately asked:
"By the way, how much is Mr. Snow's doll worth? Can it make a vampire like you go crazy for it?"
"Vampire! Please call me Vampire!" Emlyn instinctively corrected him, and then realized what Klein was asking, and then looked at Klein with contempt -
"Using money to measure the work of a master is so vulgar!"
"So? How much is it worth?" Klein admitted his vulgarity without hesitation. Emlyn grinned and finally educated the detective who didn't seem to understand the market very well -
"I have never seen a doll of Dorothy's quality. After all, not many extraordinary people would put effort into making dolls. However, I have seen dolls of a lower level than her at auctions.
The doll was sold for eight thousand pounds. Although it contained elements such as the master's last work and a rich man showing off his wealth, if it were sold at auction, Dorothy should be able to fetch fifteen thousand pounds or even
Higher, and this does not take into account the fact that the author is a demigod."
"Eight thousand pounds? This is already more than the price of Sequence Five Extraordinary Characteristics!" Klein's eyes widened. It was difficult to understand why a clay doll could be sold for such a terrifying price. He even had the thought of "Myself" in his heart.
Do you want to learn how to make dolls?"
"What expression are you looking at? Why are you looking at me like this?" Emlyn was keenly aware of Klein's somewhat pitiful expression and immediately shuddered. However, Klein did not answer Emlyn's question.
At this moment, he seemed to be able to see the image of this vampire who was crazy about dolls, spending all his wealth and working crazy jobs because of Mr. Snow's endless "works".
"Raising a doll is more expensive than sucking a doll!"
After a brief silence, Emlyn suddenly showed a somewhat shy expression and looked at Klein nervously, whose mind was filled with "eight thousand pounds". This made Klein instantly tremble and become more vigilant.
When Emlyn saw his expression, he originally wanted to say something disgusting, but then he thought that he still wanted something from the other person, so he finally went straight to the point and said:
"Can you lend me some money? I need to hire a car to take my babies back..."
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After seeing off Klein and Emlyn, Snow went to the basement, activated the furnace, and planned to start building a customized doll for Emlyn.
Although he did not use extraordinary abilities, he successfully used Emlyn's pride and confidence as a vampire and his love for dolls to corrupt him, which greatly improved his potion digestion progress.
Of course, because he only corrupted a Sequence 7, the feedback he received was far less than what he had received from bullying Kezai before.
"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat." Snow shook his head, turned and walked towards Mr. A's house. If you want to gain the power of the gods, you must please the gods. This is also an exchange of equal value...
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"Huhu..."
In a house in the Backlund Bridge area, thunderous snoring rises and falls rhythmically. If it were on a battlefield, such snoring would be enough to make the people around ignore the roar of artillery fire. But luckily, the owner of this house seems to
Is living alone.
"Crack!" The sound of twisted metal and wood suddenly sounded. Among the huge snoring, such a sound seemed so inconspicuous, but the intruder seemed to have no hidden intention. With the sound of huge footsteps, the snoring suddenly stopped.
Then, an old man with a hideous scar on his face was lifted directly from the bed.
"Uh-huh..."
The old man waved his arms in pain, trying his best to break free from the thick arm, but the strength of the owner of the arm was too great. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not get any breathing space.
Feeling the struggle of the prey in his hand getting weaker and weaker, the owner of the arm showed a ferocious and bloodthirsty desire. His eyes were full of malice, but he rarely restrained his killing intent and let go of his hand.
Letting the old man fall to the ground and watching him take a big breath, a kind of joy like a cat playing with a mouse arose in the man's heart.
He deliberately took a step forward and stepped on the opponent's leg hard. With a click, the old man suddenly let out a miserable howl.
But the painful whine seemed to stimulate the other person's pleasure nerves. His fingertips stretched out sharp claws flashing with cold metal light, pressed it against the old man's neck, and asked with a ferocious smile:
