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

"At least, I can definitely find out the identity of his introducer and his number at the tea party... The woman pretending to be a fortune teller said that Miles will go to the black market to gather intelligence today. After I send Meimei home, I will go meet him immediately!"

"Well, be careful." Lor nodded and warned, "Don't forget, my colleagues are also monitoring over there... Remember to change your appearance and contact me immediately if anything happens."

"I know, I know! Humph, it's just a third-level trash. I will personally take care of it. What else do you have to worry about?" Isabella said a few perfunctory words without caring, and then cut off the sensory sharing.

...Alas, my eldest daughter.

Lor shook his head helplessly.

But no matter what, with Isabella around, many things did become much easier. On his own, Lor couldn't possibly keep track of the movements of three people at once, nor could he easily obtain such a large amount of intelligence.

That's really a great help.

……

Lor took a deep breath and reorganized the goals he had to achieve today.

First, we had to hinder the investigation of those three individuals and prevent my colleagues from learning things they shouldn't know through tracking, surveillance, or even direct interrogation... For example, the fact that "Cleanup Man John" was a member of the Dark Moon Society, had contact with members of the Eternal Life Society, and had attempted to hunt vampires...

This would be very detrimental to Isabella and me.

Secondly, find out the specific identity of Miles' "introducer" and be vigilant in future tea parties... This task needs to be given to the eldest lady, but it probably won't be so smooth.

After all, Miles is already a third-level transcendent and has a certain degree of mental resistance. He is also a more senior member of the "Ferryman" and his style of doing things should be very cautious. He may not be easily controlled by Isabella's hypnosis.

"Well, Senior Joyce plans to close the net at nightfall and capture these three people in one fell swoop... To be on the safe side, the young lady and I have to 'deal' with them before then. We also have to do it naturally to avoid arousing suspicion from our colleagues..."

Oh, right.

Their bodies also need to be dealt with. After all, Captain Rhonina, Senior Joyce and Ms. Helen are all able to perform the magic of "talking with the dead".

hiss--

Being a two-faced traitor is so tiring.

Lor shrugged self-deprecatingly.

But let's be honest, although Lor is a vampire family member and a member of the Dark Moon Society, and even keeps a dragon at home and secretly hides the relics of the ancient dragon god, his "crimes" are countless...

But to this day, he still sincerely recognizes the Holy Light Church's creed of "salvation and protection" and has never intended to really betray the church.

"Actually, I could report the Dark Moon Society's affairs to the church's higher-ups and become a true undercover agent... but not now. I have to wait for the right opportunity."

With all kinds of things in his mind, Lor arrived at the Artisan Street without realizing it.

As the name suggests, this street is a gathering place for many craftsmen. There are shops such as blacksmith shops, leather shops, and dye workshops on both sides of the road, and it is quite lively.

Another hiding place of "John the Cleanup Man" that the illegal supernatural being Marse wants to investigate is on this street.

"No. 23, Rue des Arts et Métiers…there."

A two-story house with its doors and windows boarded up and looking vacant for a long time.

Lor pretended to be just passing by and approached his destination. He soon discovered Vivian, who had arrived earlier and was hiding in the shadows next to the house.

"The target has already entered the house." Vivian glanced at her notes. "Before entering, he yelled, 'Fuck! Where are my keys?'"

"Key?" Lor feigned ignorance. "So, he got the key to this house beforehand, but accidentally lost it? ... But I see the doors and windows of this house are all sealed tightly. If he wants to get in, a key alone won't be enough, right?"

"There's an unsealed side door," Vivian said. "It seems to be sealed with a powerful spell, but the target still forced his way in... However, he seems to have suffered serious injuries."

"Quite stubborn." Lor commented.

In fact, he could also break the wooden boards nailed to the main door and enter through the main door... However, this street was crowded with people, and doing so would be too conspicuous, and he would most likely be caught by the guards patrolling the street.

It seems that although this guy is a bit arrogant and irritable, he is not completely brainless.

"How long has he been in there?"

"Only about two or three minutes," Vivian replied. "It's been very quiet inside until now... To avoid alerting the enemy, I didn't rush in. I planned to make further plans after I reunited with you."

Quiet?

Where is quiet.

With his extraordinary hearing as a vampire, Lor clearly heard some clanging sounds in the house... He guessed that Marcel was busy rummaging through drawers and looking for clues, but Vivian just didn't notice.

"By the way, Lor, did you find anything in the secret room under the tavern?" Vivian suddenly asked.

"There are only a few old clothes for disguise in it, nothing else... No wonder our target is so angry." Lor shrugged and answered calmly.

At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the doors and windows that were tightly sealed with wooden boards.

From the outside, it is impossible to see what is going on inside the house.

"I think we should send one person in to secretly observe the target's movements without being discovered." Lor pondered for a moment and suggested, "Vivian, how is your 'Silent Movement' spell?"

"I can use it, but I'm definitely not as good at it as you are." Vivian didn't think too much about it. "Besides, you've successfully infiltrated the Eternal Life Society's gathering place before, so you have experience in this area... To be on the safe side, you should go in, and I'll guard outside."

Ok.

I've been waiting for you to say this.

Lor didn't waste any time and quickly cast the "Silent Movement" spell on himself.

...This might be a good opportunity.

A good opportunity to get rid of Marseille quietly.

After all, this house belongs to "John the Cleaner"... He is a sinister, cunning and scheming wanted criminal. It's normal for him to set up some dangerous and deadly traps in his own house to deal with uninvited guests, right?

After I tiptoed into the house, I was shocked to find that our target, Mr. Marse, had unfortunately fallen into a trap and was beyond help. It was only natural, right?

Author's words: It's the beginning of the month, and the cats are rolling around on the ground begging for votes!

15. The bad luck is not over yet

The interior layout of the house is not much different from that of most shops along Artisan Street.

The front of the first floor, facing the main entrance and the street, is relatively spacious and can be used as a storefront; the back is a narrow corridor connecting the kitchen, warehouse and side door.

At the end of the corridor, there are stairs leading to the second floor, which should be the living areas such as bedrooms and bathrooms.

Lor entered the house quietly through the destroyed side door, then immediately leaned against the wall and held his breath.

He heard rustling sounds and cursing voices coming from upstairs... In addition, there were some flickering flames.

There is no doubt that the illegal supernatural being Marse has gone to the second floor.

The doors and windows of this room were sealed, and it was quite dark inside... This was a very favorable environment for Lor, after all, he was a vampire with excellent night vision.

It seems that no one has been in this house for a long time, and the floor and furniture are covered with a layer of dust.

With just the dim light, Lor could clearly see the footprints left by Marcel on the dusty floor.

He did not rush to the second floor, but walked silently around the first floor first.

The store and warehouse were empty, nothing special... A few old boxes and containers were overturned on the ground. I guess Marcel had searched them all, but found nothing.

The cursing sounds coming from upstairs could support Lor's judgment—

"Fuck, this place is so big, and there's no fucking clue? I made such a serious mistake today. If the investigation doesn't yield any results, how am I going to explain this to Big Brother when I get back?"

It seems that he is in a bad mood now.

It was understandable. After all, Marcel had been unlucky enough today. First, he accidentally burned the account book left by John, the cleanup man, and then he lost the "master key". He was also injured because of forcibly breaking the seal...

But he doesn't know yet that all this is not accidental.

Moreover, his misfortune today is far from over.

Lor turned his head to look in the direction of the side door, making sure that Vivian outside couldn't see him at all, and then took out a small stack of talismans from the "alternative space storage bag" he carried with him.

These talismans were gradually accumulated by Lor through various means over the past period of time.

Some of them were purchased at a high price at the Dark Moon Society's tea party, and some were exploded from the corpses of enemies... There are about twenty in total, which is not too many, but most of them are mid-level talismans, and they are rich in variety and have various uses.

He first picked out a "Silent Barrier" spell and activated it quickly and efficiently.

This is a fourth-tier arcane spell. As the name suggests, it creates a barrier that isolates sound. The specific range of effect can be controlled by the caster, with a maximum radius of twenty meters.

Lor roughly estimated the area of ​​the house and set the radius at eight meters.

That way, even if the fight gets a little loud later, Vivian outside won't be able to hear it.

As for how to deal with Masai, the extraordinary being who possesses the third-level "Fire Origin"...

Well, let’s confirm his current condition first and then make a decision.

Thinking of this, Lor took out the "X-ray Eyeball" from his storage bag again. However, before he could activate the effect, he heard the familiar FLAG sound in his mind again:

Is this house really the base of 'Cleaning Up John'? It doesn't look like it. What wanted criminal would use a street-level store as a hideout? It's too ostentatious! In my opinion, this place is just a cover, and the magic seal on the door is just to deceive people. There's actually nothing in the house... That guy named Marcel was completely fooled!

Ok?

Hearing this, Lor frowned slightly.

From what you said, there really is something in this house?

……

"Fuck, there's really nothing!"

In the room on the second floor, the illegal supernatural being Marse kicked hard on the bookshelf beside the wall.

...No wonder he was so angry.

This bookshelf is densely packed with folders.

Marse spent a lot of effort taking out these folders one by one and looking through them all, but it turned out that they contained either newspapers or promotional flyers from shops... It was a complete waste of effort!

Moreover, some of these folders contained hidden secrets: the moment they were opened, sharp blades would fly towards me! If I hadn't dodged in time, I would have been bruised at best, or even had my throat slashed!

Isn't this just a joke!

What's worse is that his entire right arm is now numb, and as time goes by, the arm begins to turn purple and emits a faint stench of corruption.

This is the result of forcibly breaking the seal when entering.

"The seal of the source of 'Voodoo'... Tsk, this guy is too insidious!"

Marcelo now had a strong urge to burn the entire house down.

"Hiss, calm down." He took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Brother said not to be impulsive when encountering things... Maybe this place still has some hidden mechanism, secret room or something, but I haven't found it yet."

Thinking of this, he made the flames rising from his fingertips brighter and looked around again.

The only thing that concerned him was the mirror in the room.

A large full-length mirror with a brass frame that looks quite old... Wait, something seems wrong.

There was neither a bed nor a wardrobe in this room, so it was obviously not a wardrobe.

Why is there a dressing mirror?

The more Marse thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he approached slowly and cautiously.

At first glance, this mirror doesn't seem to be anything special.

My own horse face reflected in it is still as long as usual... And the injury on my arm seems to be getting worse... Damn, if I had known this would happen, I should have prepared some healing talismans in advance... If I delay too long, my arm will probably be crippled...

Marcel couldn't help but worry.

"This isn't an ordinary injury; it's the backlash of the extraordinary power at the root of 'Voodoo,' essentially a curse... To fully heal it, I need to seek out the people of the Church of Holy Light..."

But I'm an illegal transcendent, how can I ask the church for help? Tsk, I can only go to the black market and see if I can find the healing talisman of the source of holy light...

Thinking of this, Marseille slowly raised his finger and tried to touch the mirror, wanting to see whether the mirror contained spiritual power or whether it was an extraordinary object.

However, at this moment...

He was horrified to see in the mirror that a strange figure had appeared at the door of the room behind him!

Marseille shuddered and turned around almost reflexively.

The light was dim and he couldn't see the man's face clearly... The first thought in his mind was, could it be that "Cleaning Up John" happened to come back and ran into me?

If that were true, wouldn’t that be perfect?

I was just worrying about how to explain this to Big Brother Miles when I get back, so now I can just take this guy's body back with me! Besides, the Dark Moon Society's token is probably on him!

Excited, Marseille quickly activated his spiritual power.

The red and hot palm was pointed at the figure standing at the door, and the scorching flame was about to burst out from the palm!

Unfortunately, he was still a step slow.