Converging all the true energy, the spiritual consciousness is completely stored in the sea of consciousness. The phantom talisman hides all appearances belonging to the cultivators. In addition, under the protection of the phantom talisman, the disguise technique cannot even see through the cultivators. Their identity is just ordinary.
tourists.
Of course, they cannot be counted as ordinary tourists. There are few tourists who can be as generous as them. In just two days, they paid half a million US dollars for Lauren's services.
I am afraid that even half of the money spent on booking hotels, renting wetsuits, renting sailboats, buying food, etc. was not used in total, and the remaining 90% went into Lauren's pocket. Lauren couldn't keep his mouth shut when collecting money.
, how much money do these Gods of Wealth have? If they could follow them all the time, why would they fly private jets?
It was too easy to make money and he was a little embarrassed, so he gave about 10% of the 30,000 US dollars to the tour guide introduced by his friend, pretending that the tour guide liked whatever he liked.
Except for Xia Lei, Sandy, and Sophie, the remaining four guys acted as qualified playboys.
This time something happened to the vampires. In order to avoid the other party being suspicious, these swindlers had more excuses. Not even Sandy could say anything else.
As a result, they legitimately enjoyed drugs, alcohol, and beauties, as if they were deeply afraid that such days would no longer exist, so they seized every minute and every second without sleep. Both Laurent and the tour guide were shocked by their energy: 24 hours a day.
They took drugs when they were young, drank liquor as if it were boiled water, and played with women day and night. How could they still be alive?
The most outrageous thing is that there is no sign of fatigue on their faces.
Lauren secretly prayed to God that these guys must not play until they are exhausted. It doesn't matter if they die, it has nothing to do with him anyway, but it is a pity that this way of making money is cut off.
On the other side, Edward, who dreamed of becoming the blood emperor, did not appear. A group of bats huddled in the villa quietly waiting for the last opportunity to come...
Lyon.
One of the largest cities in southeastern France and the largest heavy industrial city in France.
There is no romance here in Paris, no elegant Champs Elysées, no tall and majestic Eiffel Tower, but one thing is exactly the same as Paris - the continuation of French architectural style, as well as large and small Catholic churches.
In the old town of Lyon, the Cathedral Saint-Jean, which has a history of thousands of years and has both Romanesque and Gothic styles, is still standing despite the baptism of the years.
Fernos, the Archbishop of Lyon as the world calls him, is a kind old man who looks about sixty years old but is very energetic. He just finished mass for hundreds of believers. He turned and walked towards the inner hall. His compassionate and kind expression was suddenly stern.
Instead, he glanced at the two burly men standing respectfully in the luxurious inner hall.
Then, he snorted coldly and scolded the white-clothed bishop beside him: "These damn believers, a bastard just questioned me. This is blasphemy against God. He should be purged!"
The bishop in white could not help but tremble a few times, and thought to himself: Can you represent God?
However, he could only think about it and never dare to say it out loud. He knew the cardinal's temper better than anyone else. That kind and kind face in front of believers concealed venom more vicious than a king cobra.
"Praise be to our lord, your Lord Bishop's will is above all else."
The white-clothed bishop said respectfully, and then the topic changed: "Your Excellency, these two silver paladins from the Inquisition seem to have brought very important news."
Soon, Fernos' somewhat angry expression disappeared, and he became as respectful as if he had met his biological father.
As a cardinal, he is only responsible for the small diocesan bishop of Lyon and surrounding cities. Above him, there is the red archbishop responsible for the entire French diocese. The so-called silver paladin in front of him comes from a higher level.
That is the Vatican Inquisition, the central institution of the Holy See.
The Silver Paladins were equal to him in terms of status, but they came from the 'Central' and had an Inquisition behind them that represented nearly half of the power of the Holy See. Naturally, they had to be respectful to them.
The two were invited to seats reserved for the most noble guests. After a while, four extremely beautiful girls, wearing snow-white priest uniforms, presented them with a bottle of expensive red wine. Fernos quietly tipped the girls over
With a look of cold eyes, the four girls' faces turned pale, and they immediately poured wine for the two holy knights and leaned softly against each other.
The paladin, who had a stern face before, had a look of confusion flashing deep in his eyes, and his big hand unknowingly reached into the girl's priest uniform.
"Respected Lord Paladin, are you satisfied with Fernos's hospitality? Praise our lord, only two adults are worthy of this bottle of 30-year-old wine." Fernos pretended that he did not dare to drink the wine.
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"Bishop Fernos, I am honored by your hospitality."
One of them, a paladin who looked to be in his thirties and had curly blond hair, took out his hand and looked solemn: "But now is not the time to enjoy it. We have brought the deputy referee's order."
Fernos was immediately startled, and quickly dismissed the four girls, respectfully waiting for the unknown order.
The paladin handed him a letter and said in a low voice: "Is there a damn blood family called the Tungulas in your parish? Don't you know that the group of bats left France?"
thump!
The noble cardinal sank to his knees.
There is incompatibility between the Vampires and the Holy See. The Vampires are present all over Europe, and churches can be seen everywhere in Europe. There is a check and balance between them. One side promotes the doctrine of light, and the other side represents the main members of the Dark Parliament.
, carrying out covert dark subversion.
Since there is not much difference in strength between the two sides, and other countries are eyeing it, although small-scale conflicts continue to occur, large-scale wars have not occurred for many years.
However, mutual restrictions and surveillance between the two parties have always existed. When a family force of the Blood Clan left his suburb, how could he escape the charge of dereliction of duty as the bishop of Lyon?
"These insidious bats have been confronting us for so many years, and they are not as easy to deal with as imagined." A paladin helped Fernos up and looked at the direction where the four girls left, with a strange look in his eyes.
look.
"Of course, damn vampires, sinners who blaspheme our Lord!"
Fernos was very relieved. After cursing at the vampires, he lowered his voice and said: "Two respected adults, your arrival is an honor for the Diocese of Lyon. The four holy believers just worshiped you very much.
They very much hope to exchange teachings with the two adults and praise our Lord. The two adults will not refuse their request, right?"
The two silver paladins looked solemn and nodded vigorously.
Soon, according to the news they brought, Fernos led a group of parish knights and priests and flew toward the Atlantic Ocean on a chartered plane.
As for the two distinguished Silver Paladins, they are currently discussing the affair between Adam and Eve with four beautiful female priests in the luxurious suite arranged by Fernos...
Unfortunately, the news is not accurate enough, and all that is known is that the Tungulas family left.
The heavily disguised bats boarded a passenger plane from Lyon to Washington. When the plane arrived in Washington, they were missing. In other words, they secretly got off the plane halfway. As for where they got off, no one knew.
They still have a lot of difficulty.
After all, the Vampires don't dare to use energy for fear that their actions will be discovered by the Holy See. Fernos also doesn't dare to use abilities. Otherwise, if the other party finds out, won't they run away early?
In a gloomy underground castle.
Surrounded by extremely rich black threads and filled with endless dark power, this place is only a mere hundred kilometers away from Lyon.
The three of them were shrouded in black cloaks, and their appearance was unclear. Only two flickering green lights were left behind. They were sitting on one side of a large, quaint round table. The other four were extremely tall, either lean or burly, with good looks.
Guys, handsome or ugly, sit on the other side of the round table.
In the corners of the room around the round table, there were about twenty people standing, like guards and motionless like sculptures.
On the round table, there was a guy covered in a black cloak, holding a black cat with flashing green eyes in his arms. An eerie and sharp voice echoed in the room: "Tungulas left, we just got the news,
Where did he go? My dear Marquis is too mysterious, leaving only a few pitiful clues. Lyon is a long way from Washington."
Peng!
He was over two meters tall, had a majestic Chinese character face, and had extremely fierce eyes. He slapped the round table into pieces.
Before he could speak, the dark mage holding the black cat sneered: "Damn Holden, you break a table in every meeting. No wonder you Ursines can only be thugs."
"What did you say?" The strong man known as Holden stared with murderous intent.
"Okay, okay, we are all brothers, aren't we?"
A tall and thin werewolf man stood up, a cunning light flashed in his eyes: "Alfarag, it's wrong for you to look down on your brothers from the Ursine tribe, even though the dark mage occupies more seats in the Dark Council than the Ursine tribe.
We have a different relationship, but we are all brothers after all."
While these words aroused Holden's goodwill, they also aroused the resentment of the werewolves against the dark mage. The werewolves were by no means as muscular as described in fantasy novels, and their cunning was completely incompatible with their burly body.
Knowing the other party's deliberate provocation, the dark mage Alpharag snorted coldly and changed the subject: "Now is not the time to talk about this. The Dark Council did not issue any instructions, and the vampires did not give him a secret mission. So, he brought his hand
Isn't it strange that all the elites have left Lyon?"
Holden glared at him angrily and growled: "I suggest you find that damn bat and crush him to death! Damn it, he dared to act alone without telling us. This is a provocation to us. I want to tear him apart."
Kill him!"
"So, since you want to tear him apart, this task is left to you?" Another dark mage said with a sinister smile.
"Yes, yes, the Ursines are the most powerful warriors, and the entire Dark Council knows this." The werewolf laughed strangely, and once again betrayed this idiot.
“But…” Holden felt vaguely that something was wrong.
"But we don't know where they are, right?"
Alpharag let out a shrill laugh, a layer of black mist filled up around him, and the broken round table strangely recovered.
He stretched out his hand, which was as black as a bird's claw and was only skinny, and tapped the table gently: "The werewolves have the sharpest sense of smell. I think with Mr. Aubrey's help, it will not be difficult to find the damn Tungulas."
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The werewolf leader was stunned. He would never be used by the dark mage. Werewolves are not stupid bears.
In the end, the dark mage still could not stay out of the matter. Not long after Fernos left, the corresponding Dark Parliament branch of Lyon Diocese came out in full force and began to search for traces of Tungulas...