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

After completing the final inspection, he took a deep breath and began to inject spiritual power into the magic circle.

then……

boom!

The explosion resounded throughout the Mystic Association.

In the brightly lit library and in the laboratories, the mystics who were staying up late to study and practice the way of "rationality" all turned their heads to look in the direction of the explosion.

"What's that guy Fan En up to again?"

……

Early in the morning, Lor woke up in Isabella's bed.

wrong……

This is obviously my own bed!

There was a slight sting in his neck, and Lor realized that Isabella's fangs were still piercing his skin.

The bleeding from the wound has stopped, but I still feel a wetness on my neck...that's the saliva of the sleeping vampire girl.

At this moment, Isabella's breathing was even, her face was slightly red, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corners of her mouth.

She lay on her side, curled up in the quilt like a cat, still wearing the green dress from yesterday, but after a whole night of greedy demands, her clothes were now disheveled, with large areas of snow-white skin exposed.

Lor pinched her cheeks, trying to pry open her mouth that was biting his neck.

They did break it open, but then Isabella's hands came up and hugged Lor's neck tightly, making a baby whimpering sound like a little animal.

"Really? Are you using me as a pillow?" Lor sighed helplessly. "Besides, you said 'just to taste it', but you ended up inhaling it all night long."

As for how the two of them got to the bed, Lor really couldn't remember.

Every time Isabella sucked his blood, he would become dazed, and a feeling similar to "happiness" would fill his body, making him forget everything else... He didn't feel any disgust at all, and even felt quite comfortable.

He used a healing spell on himself, and the hole in his neck healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even though he had been sucked all night, Lor didn't feel tired at all.

This is partly because, as a transcendent who is the source of "Holy Light", his self-healing ability is extraordinary; coupled with the fact that his spiritual power has increased significantly now, it has far exceeded the level of an ordinary first-level transcendent.

"Hmm...but in terms of total spiritual power, I should be at the entry-level third level now, right?" Lor muttered to himself, feeling the spiritual power circulating in his body. "I think I'm pretty close to Captain Roninna and Senior Joyce... Of course, there's still a big gap in ability compared to them."

To use a game as an example, although Lor’s mana bar is very high now, his level has not been increased and he has not unlocked any new skills.

But it's still a huge advantage.

Lor is good at defense, but he can also heal and attack. As long as the gap in strength between him and the enemy is not too big, he can wear them down to death.

What's even more interesting is that unless a transcendent person takes the initiative to expose himself and uses a large amount of spiritual power in one breath, the total amount of spiritual power of the transcendent is actually difficult to measure intuitively.

"In other words, as long as I'm careful to hide my weaknesses in front of my colleagues... Well, if the situation is critical, it's okay to use a little more spiritual power, as long as it's not too outrageous."

Lor was very satisfied.

After all, for him, this was almost like pie in the sky.

Without spending a lot of time and energy on training and actual combat, the total amount of spiritual power can be increased to this level in one go, and there are no side effects... It's a huge profit!

Speaking of which, my luck has been amazing ever since this vampire girl in my bed started to get attached to me.

First, he obtained a lot of loot from the "Eternal Life Society", then he found a few very useful talismans from the corpse of "John the Cleaner", plus dozens of gold coins in cash. Now, he has borrowed the fallen leaves of the mid-level devil, which has greatly increased his spiritual power...

"Could this guy be the legendary 'lucky husband'... no, 'lucky family' physique?"

Looking at Isabella's beautiful profile while she was sleeping, Lor couldn't help but think.

At this moment, an unusual and weak spiritual power fluctuation suddenly came from the chest.

Lor was stunned for a moment, then realized that the abnormal fluctuation came from the old silver coin he placed in the inside pocket of his shirt... the so-called "Dark Moon Society" token!

The next second, the ethereal voice with its own echo echoed in my ears——

"The 'tea party' will be at midnight tomorrow night. Please remain alone and wait for the call."

Luo suddenly shuddered and sat up from the bed.

Because of the different tone, Lor was very sure that the voice he just heard was not the "wise voice in his head" that often set flags for himself.

This is the news from the Dark Moon Society!

finally come!

"Huh? Lor, what's wrong with you?" Isabella woke up with sleepy eyes. "Why are you so startled... Did you have a nightmare? There's nothing I can do. Come, come into my arms and let the master touch your head!"

"The Dark Moon Society will hold a 'tea party' at midnight tomorrow night." Lor said seriously.

At the same time, he took out the old silver coin from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

"Tea party... that's the secret gathering of that group?" Isabella became a little more serious after hearing this. "Lor, are you planning to attend?"

"I want to give it a try."

"Alright."

Isabella pondered for a moment and nodded:

"I don't know much about it, but based on the information you received from the church, the so-called 'Dark Moon Society' is an organization that allows members to exchange supplies and intelligence without supervision, right? There's no harm in getting involved..."

"But you have to be careful, Lor. Since the organizer of the Dark Moon Society possesses such incredible and extraordinary means as 'pulling others into another dimension', his strength must not be underestimated!"

"I understand." Lor said.

At the same time, the wise voice in my head suddenly spoke:

[I smell something like "Dihua"... Could this so-called Dark Moon Society organizer only appear mysterious and impressive, but actually be completely incompetent? This kind of plot tactic is not uncommon.

[I've foreseen this, Lor! The story will unfold like this: You attend your first Dark Moon Society gathering and inadvertently uncover the true identity of the mysterious organizer...]

Well, how should I put it?

To be honest, I have had such thoughts before.

But since you said that, this is definitely not the direction the plot will go.

27. Smell of the Same Kind

All in all, we must be cautious regarding the Dark Moon Society.

Lor's original purpose was actually very simple. He just wanted to see if he could use the "Dark Moon Society" as a channel to sell the holy water and other things at home that were difficult to sell.

As for more potential benefits, there is no need to force them.

The church is so wary of the Dark Moon Society; the dangers involved are self-evident.

Furthermore, even if Lore could change his appearance and become "Cleanup Man John," he wouldn't necessarily be able to successfully infiltrate the so-called "tea party." This kind of secret organization would likely be very cautious, and perhaps they had other methods of confirming the identities of participants besides facial recognition.

We need to get a little more information before midnight tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Lor rubbed the old silver coin in his hand.

There was a crescent moon on one side of the silver coin, and two lines of unclear text were engraved on the other side... The shape of the letters did not match any language in the original owner's memory.

What does it mean?

"It looks like some kind of ancient writing... Do you know it, Isabella?" Lor asked.

"I don't know him." The vampire girl shook her head flatly.

"Even you don't know it... Sigh, I thought a long-lived race like you would be well-informed and knowledgeable. It's only natural for you to master a few lost ancient languages..."

"Bold follower! Are you saying I'm old in disguise?!" The vampire girl kicked Lor in the bed, hitting him right in the butt.

...If you want to get more information about the "Dark Moon Society", this is the only clue you have at the moment.

Lor rubbed his butt, turned over and got out of bed, and thought about it carefully.

I've never seen anything like this in the church's archives, at least not in the materials accessible to someone at my level...and I can't just ask Captain Rhonina or Senior Joyce directly; that would be too blatant.

In that case, I have no choice but to go to the "Mystic Association".

Those scholars spend all day studying all kinds of unpopular knowledge, writing all kinds of "research papers" that no one will read for a hundred years, to enrich their large libraries.

Maybe someone among them has studied this kind of writing.

By the way, I can take care of another thing...

"I'm going to report to the church first today. If I have nothing else to do, I'll go to the Mystic Association to investigate the text on the silver coin." Lor said to Isabella while adjusting his clothes. "Do you want to come with me?"

"The Mystic Association? What's so good about a place full of nerds like that? I'm going to sleep until noon, then go out shopping!" Isabella remained unmoved, stretching her fair little hand out from under the covers. "Oh, by the way, my dear! I've already spent all the money you gave me yesterday. Give me some extra pocket money!"

"You're quite carefree."

Luo Er sighed lightly, but still took out his wallet. "There's no food at home. You'll have to go out for breakfast... or should I say, lunch for you? Well, don't just eat sweets, eat some meat and vegetables too."

"I know, I know. I'm already a grown-up, do I still need your advice on such a small matter?"

Isabella buried her head in the quilt, her two little feet kicking non-stop, not acting like an adult at all.

She didn't stick her head out until Lor left.

He quickly climbed out of bed, changed his clothes, went to the window, and took a deep breath.

"Well, I've rested for two days, and I drank a lot of blood last night... Although I'm still far from fully recovered, I'm a little more energetic... It's time to get down to business."

Isabella narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the street view outside the window, a fierce gleam flashing in her dark red eyes.

"There's a smell of 'the same kind' in this city."

……

After having a simple breakfast at a roadside shop, Lor first went to the church for a stroll.

I came to the duty room and handed a new copy of the Gordon Morning Post to Mr. Joyce:

"Senior Joyce, I brought you today's newspaper."

"Well, thank you, Lor... you've been a great help." Senior Joyce had dark circles under his eyes. Perhaps because he drank too much tea, his hands trembled as he took the newspaper. "There are still 24 hours left, and I've already made it halfway... victory is at hand!"

Lore expressed deep sympathy for the tragic experience of his predecessor Joyce.

Then he went to the captain's office again, and after confirming that there were no tasks today and he had free time, he went straight to the Mystic Association.

Yesterday, when using the locating spell, Vivian asked about the origin of the spell and expressed her hope that Lor would introduce her to the "mystic who wanted to make some extra money privately."

Fortunately, Lor did know such a person.

Strictly speaking, it is the original owner of this body who knows him.

As far as I can remember, that was the first day I joined the "Gorton City Exorcist Team"—

At that time, the new exorcist Lor had just completed his oath of membership and walked out of the church gate with great confidence, ready to make a big splash in this new city.

At this moment, an old man with disheveled hair and wearing single-sided glasses suddenly jumped out from the shadows.

The man looked around mysteriously, and after confirming that no one was around, he whispered to Lor:

"Little brother, do you want the goods?"

"Goods? What goods?" As a newcomer in the workplace, Lor had never seen such a scene and was stunned at the time.

"Hush, keep your voice down!" The older brother nervously raised his index finger to his lips. "Newbie, right? You don't even know the rules? Then let me teach you! Have your seniors ever told you about this kind-hearted citizen in Gordon City who cares about the safety of exorcists and provides all kinds of work necessities at low prices?"

"……No."

"Tsk, as a senior in the workplace, you don't even teach such an important thing to a newbie? I think this Holy Light Church will be finished sooner or later! Forget it, I'll just show you the goods."

As he spoke, the older brother lifted up his long windbreaker.

On the inside of the clothes, there are rows of various magic spells.

What? It turned out to be a magic spell... I thought it was an indescribable little notebook.

I feel a little disappointed inside.

"Look, little brother! I have fire talismans, ice talismans, location spells, lock picking spells, and psychic rays! They're all essential for home and travel, and the prices are fair. First-level talismans are two gold coins each, and second-level talismans are five gold coins each. They're much cheaper than regular channels!"

"Is this talisman of yours real?" Lor expressed doubt.

"You're kidding! I'm a full-fledged member of the Mystic Arts Association, a true second-level transcendent! Plus, I've been selling talismans here for three years. Go ask those veteran exorcists, who doesn't know me? My credibility is absolutely guaranteed!"

Having said that, this is indeed not very legal.

And the original owner at that time really had no money in his pocket.