Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

But today, he felt somewhat relieved.

Although I have the power of "Thorns" in my hands, if there are really two high-level vampires in that place, I can't guarantee that I can escape unscathed... If I really can't come back, someone has to report the situation to the parish headquarters on my behalf.

However, I can't tell the truth to Vivian for the time being.

With her overly serious personality, she might stubbornly follow me.

"If you want to mark me for leaving early, then go ahead." Joyce said sternly, pressing Vivian's shoulders firmly with both hands. "But today's situation is serious. Even if my salary is docked, I must leave early!"

"Senior, what's going on?" Vivian's expression changed and she began to realize that something was wrong.

"You don't know... Yesterday, when I left the captain's office and went to the data room to slack off, I asked Ms. Helen, who happened to be there, to do a divination for me."

Joyce uttered:

"She said that according to the predictions of astrology, spirits, and destiny, the time between ten o'clock this morning and noon is the time when I will have the most prosperous fortune in my life! This opportunity cannot be missed. I must go to the casino and give it a try!"

"Huh?" Vivian was stunned. "No, you believe Ms. Helen's divination? Last time, she said I was destined to be a romantic couple and very popular, but I didn't see that at all... Besides, she doesn't have any extraordinary abilities in divination or prophecy, so her words don't count!"

"It's better to believe it exists than not to believe it exists! In the world of supernatural powers, nothing is impossible! If I really miss this opportunity, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

Joyce said seriously:

"Besides, if I could really turn my life around and become a multi-millionaire today, why would I still want to be an exorcist or acting captain? Oh, right... Otherwise, I'd better write my resignation letter right now!"

Having said that, Joyce slapped his forehead, ran to the desk, found paper and pen, and began to write furiously.

Vivian looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

I was thinking, what's wrong with me, senior, today?

"You wait here, Vivian."

Joyce wrote a few quick lines and then slipped the paper into an envelope:

"If I don't return to this office after noon, it means I've made a fortune and can say goodbye to this drudgery of being an 'exorcist'!

"When the time comes, open the second drawer on the left and use the extraordinary props inside to contact Bishop Helm at the diocesan headquarters. Read this letter of resignation to him on my behalf!"

"No, senior, are you serious?" Vivian was stunned.

"It couldn't be more true." Joyce handed the wax-sealed envelope to Vivian and reminded her again, "Remember, 12 noon!"

Vivian took the envelope with disdain.

Then, he wrote down Joyce's crime of "leaving his post without permission to gamble" in the little notebook.

……

at the same time.

"Mrs. Marty's Home Economics Classroom" is located in a quiet and deserted alley behind the street-facing villa.

"Your Highness, this morning's classes have concluded. 'Blessed Isabella' has shown no unusual behavior today and has returned home with her child." Liana lowered her voice and spoke blankly, "Where are you now?"

As soon as the words fell, Emmett's answer sounded in my mind:

"Oh wow, are you finally going to pay attention to me?"

"Sorry, I was so engrossed in class just now, and 'Blessed One Isabella' was right next to me, so it's not convenient for me to respond to you... I wonder how things are going over there? If you need my help, I'll rush to your side immediately!"

There was a hint of apology in Liana's tone.

Moreover, her attitude seemed a little too enthusiastic.

...something's wrong.

This relative of mine is not usually so frank with me.

Emmett, who was several kilometers away, immediately noticed something unusual.

If nothing unexpected happens, she must have been hypnotized by Isabella...

Thinking of this, he raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking to himself, it seems that my "little sister" is quite capable... When did she make her move? I didn't even notice it!

interesting.

"Tell Isabella for me not to worry about it anymore," Emmett said with a smile. "I'm currently in an abandoned village about five kilometers north of the city... The 'gift' is ready, just tell her to come to me directly."

73. Transaction completed

"Skip the tangled process and just meet directly... Humph, that's exactly what I want!"

A few minutes later, Isabella, who had sent Meimei home, reunited with Lianna who was in a hypnotic state, and learned from her the specific location of the high-level vampire Emmett.

Although, this Emmett doesn't seem to have any intention of fighting me to the death, but I still have to be on guard... Maybe he has set a trap and is waiting for me to fall into it!

As for whether a fight will actually break out, that depends on what Emmett is planning.

Isabella thought silently.

If he truly holds some important intelligence that can help me achieve my goal of "finding and killing the True Ancestor," then that would certainly be a good thing. Depending on the circumstances, I might even spare his life... But on the other hand, if it turns out that he truly has no good intentions, then there's no need for me to be polite to him!

"His strength level is indeed higher, but in terms of direct combat ability, I still have the advantage!"

Isabella evaluated this in her mind. She had already received a lot of information about Emmett's abilities from her follower, Lianna.

"My strength has almost fully recovered... and since Emmett and I are outside the city, even if a fight breaks out, we don't have to worry about harming innocent people. We can go all out!"

The only regret is that she hasn't sucked blood for almost a week, so her current condition is not perfect.

When Isabella thought of this, Lor's face, the grand and gorgeous fireworks, and the dreamlike sea of ​​flowers appeared in her mind...

My chest felt hot and my breathing became rapid.

"That idiot is such a fool! He's been gone for so many days and there's no news at all!" She whimpered and complained softly, "I miss him so much every day, but he doesn't even send a letter back! Hmm, I don't know if his injuries have healed or if he's successfully advanced to the third level..."

But then again, sometimes "no news" is the best news, which means that everything is going well for Lor and he has not encountered any danger or accidents.

And, in a sense, it's a good thing that Lor is gone.

After all, there's a special connection between vampires and their followers. Just like I used my follower, Lianna, as a breakthrough point, if Emmett really intended to harm me, he would definitely target Lor.

If the enemy controlled Lor in advance and threatened his life, Isabella would really be at a loss.

Fortunately, Lor is not in Gordon at the moment, so this possibility does not exist.

……

at the same time.

In the spacious and deep hall, Lor, wearing a "No. 32" mask on his face, walked on the stale and faded carpet.

On both sides, rows of marble load-bearing columns extend upward until they are completely hidden in the darkness above.

Beside each stone pillar stood a strangely shaped zombie rabbit. They were as silent as sculptures, devoid of any life, yet Lor could always sense malicious gazes from their dark, empty eye sockets.

These strangely shaped undead creatures always make people feel uncomfortable on a physical level.

"Speaking of which, where do these zombie rabbits come from?" Lor thought to himself curiously, "They shouldn't be made by the 'Mistress' herself, right? She obviously doesn't have the 'Undead' origin..."

He shifted his gaze slightly and quickly glanced at the "hostess" sitting on the giant stone chair in front of him.

…a sharp pain in my temple.

Just seeing her changing face, panic and awe quickly filled my heart.

To be honest, it felt somewhat similar to the feeling when I was stared at by the "Holy Light" before... This further proves that the "Mistress" and the "Holy Light" are transcendent beings of the same level!

Its real name is, "Thousand Faces"!

Having said that, Lor still knew very little about this being.

In the library of the diocesan headquarters, there is no record of the extraordinary origin of "Thousand Faces". The only clue at present is that this existence is likely related to the mysterious ancient "Aria Civilization".

"It's an honor to meet you, hostess." Lor quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to stare at her face for long.

"I'm looking forward to meeting you too, Mr. 32."

The hostess spoke in a flat tone, her voice layered with layers, as if many people of different ages and genders were speaking at once. "After all, it's rare to find someone who can constantly satisfy my curiosity like you do... What deal are you trying to propose this time?"

"I want to ask you for a favor."

Luo Er pondered for a moment, carefully composed his words, and spoke cautiously, "Mr. 9 and I are planning something. In order for the plan to be carried out smoothly, we need to rely on your great strength and authority at this critical moment."

"Is this matter related to the dragon clan?" asked the hostess.

"That's right." Lor nodded and admitted.

It's natural for the hostess to think so... After all, she knows that I have a dragon in my hand, and Mr. No. 9 is a member of the Dragon Cult... It would be strange if the matter had nothing to do with the dragon clan.

"actually……"

Lor roughly recounted how he had seized the dragon clan's inheritance before the Duke of Campbury and Lady Windsor, and how he had become the "descendant of the Dragon God."

Of course, he did not mention that he was actually an exorcist of the church, nor did he say anything about Isabella.

"Descendant of the Dragon God... I see. This is indeed a serious matter."

The hostess thought:

"If the descendants of the ancient Dragon God are truly still alive, the dragon race may have a chance to rise again... The Church of Holy Light will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly. If you are found out, the existence of the Dark Moon Society will also be exposed."

That's right.

She had to help.

"Of course, I could also choose to make you and Mr. 9 disappear from the face of the earth, completely erasing any trace of your connection to the Dark Moon Society," the hostess said quietly, her calm and composed tone chilling. "...Since you dare to appear before me, it means you've prepared valuable 'chips' that can pique my interest, correct?"

"of course."

Although he had expected the hostess to ask this question, Lor was still sweating profusely:

"To gain your help, I would like to share two truths.

"First, the descendant of the ancient Dragon God has died, and the dragon egg has been transformed into a transcendental relic... Second, the ancient Dragon God was besieged by several transcendent beings, including 'Holy Light' and 'True Ancestor Lilith'."

After saying this, Lor raised his head a little nervously and looked at the hostess's changing face again.

…Will she accept it?

To be honest, Lor is not sure whether he can successfully gain the hostess's assistance with just this information... If not, then he can only use another trump card.

That was the message that Lor had conveyed to the hostess before the will within the "Flowing Light" completely vanished: "The Holy Light once visited the Land of the Dead Gods and lost its human form there."

This information involves intelligence about "Holy Light". Lor is currently unsure whether this content will be detrimental to the church, so he does not intend to use this trump card unless it is absolutely necessary.

"Even True Ancestor Lilith was involved in that incident? That's unexpected... Moreover, the Dragon God's descendant is dead... In other words, even if the 'Great Dragon' roots still exist, the Dragon Clan will never rise again."

The hostess suddenly shook her head, as if she was feeling a little emotional:

"The information you provided is indeed valuable, Mr. 32. The deal is done. So, how would you like me to help you?"

74. An ominous premonition

After returning to reality from the "Mistress's" realm, Lor realized that he was already covered in cold sweat.

It feels like surviving a disaster.

He could clearly feel that for a moment, the "Mistress" did have murderous intentions... I guess it would not be difficult for her to make me and "Mr. 9" of the Dragon Worshiping Cult disappear from the world!

Thinking of this, Lor shook his head with lingering fear:

"If it weren't for the 'voice in my head' that had set a flag beforehand, assuring me that as long as I was careful and cautious when dealing with the 'hostess', there was a high probability that I wouldn't make a mistake, I wouldn't have dared to take the risk of asking her for help..."

Fortunately, the "hostess" finally accepted the deal.

"Well, if nothing unexpected happens, the sage named Elliot Yates should have already left the Holy City and will arrive in Palmer City in a few days, right?"

Lor narrowed his eyes slightly and reviewed the entire plan in his mind:

"The Dragon Cult, the mystic Fanen, and the hostess of the Dark Moon Society... all the advance arrangements have been made. Now we just have to wait for the sage to arrive."

Lor muttered to himself, slowly left the grove where he had just hidden, and walked towards the horse tied by the road.

He left Palmer City yesterday at noon and now he was only half a day away from Gordon.

Because he had to do some shameful things on the way, Lor did not hire a carriage like he did when he came here. Instead, he directly spent a huge sum of fifty gold coins to buy a horse and rode all the way home.

Although the road will be a little harder and bumpier, it will be more convenient for movement and faster.

Even though he took a slight detour to meet Mr. No. 9 of the Dragon Worship Cult, overall, he still saved almost half a day of travel.

If nothing goes wrong, we'll be home before sunset.