The Cathedral of Serenity was especially beautiful under the night sky. It complemented the crimson moon that hung high in the sky, coldly illuminating the land.
Leonard entered his single room, took off his two Red Gloves, and threw them on the wooden table.
With a sullen expression, he sat in front of the patterned glass window, his back facing the outside as he bathed in the moonlight.
After more than ten seconds of silence, he suddenly said in a very soft voice, almost as though he was gnashing his teeth,
"So you're a Parasite!"
Leonard's voice echoed weakly in his ears, suppressing the obvious anger, tension, confusion, and fear.
In an instant, a slightly-aged voice sounded in his mind.
"You can say that."
"What exactly do you want to do? Parasitize my body and suck my life away? Or wait for me to become stronger, and then directly devour my Beyonder characteristic, just like nurturing a humanoid potion? "Leonard's voice was suppressed, but he didn't speak slowly.
The slightly-aged voice in his mind laughed and said, "I'm your fortuitous encounter.
"I'm your adventure, haven't you always thought so? You think that you're unique, one of the protagonists of this great era …
Actually, you're not as arrogant and arrogant as you usually appear. You've always been wary of me. Heh, after I taught you the "acting method," you didn't put in the effort to figure it out. All you did was try it on the surface, and it took you a long time to digest it. Furthermore, you deliberately hid it and didn't pursue the Nightmare potion.
When you met the True Creator's son and suffered a blow, you were willing to advance to Sequence 7. You were so regretful that you nearly hallucinated.
Leonard, think about it carefully. Do you think I don't understand the Church of the Evernight Goddess? When I interacted with them, the so-called Chanis wasn't even born yet.
Do you think I don't know that the Church of the Evernight Goddess has a certain understanding of Parasites? Do you think I wouldn't have thought that the Red Gloves would know some secrets to prevent the infiltration of High-Sequence Beyonders?
But did I stop you from joining the Red Gloves? "
After a brief change in expression, Leonard finally fell silent and didn't say a word.
The voice in his head chuckled again.
"Do you feel older than your actual age? I don't think so. I can live for at least another 100 years. I'm not in a hurry to take over the host's life.
As for your Beyonder characteristic, hmph, we aren't even from a similar pathway that can be swapped. Devouring it is equivalent to drinking poison. I'll become half-crazy and increase the chances of losing control. Do you think I'll do that?
Evernight is in the same category as Giant and Death. As for the Beyonder pathway I'm in, my target is an Apprentice, a Seer. "
Leonard looked at his figure illuminated by the crimson moonlight and pondered for a while.
"What exactly do you want to do? What is your purpose? "
The slightly aged voice in his mind sighed.
"Haven't I already told you?
I've suffered serious injuries and need a host to slowly recover. Furthermore, I have to hide from a terrifying enemy … The Nighthawks and the Church of the Evernight Goddess are good choices. "
Leonard raised his head and looked at the ceiling for a few seconds before saying in a deep voice, "That's right.
"Will you be discovered by an archbishop, a high-ranking deacon, or some Sealed Artifact?"
The slightly aged voice replied leisurely,
"If a Parasite could be discovered so easily, the high-ranking deacon named Cesimir wouldn't have just given a reminder and not brought you to be inspected.
Of course, there are also traces of Parasites. The Church of the Evernight Goddess has the means to confirm this, but it's rather complicated and troublesome. It will result in a certain amount of damage and quite a bit of danger. It might even affect their goddess. Therefore, before you become a high-ranking deacon and have the qualifications to participate in the meetings of the Church's top echelons, there's no need to worry about this before you come into contact with certain Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts.
By that time, I should have recovered and embarked on my own journey. "
Leonard listened with a solemn expression. After a while, he said, "That's right.
"You have a terrifying enemy? Who is he? "
The slightly aged voice chuckled and said,
"I don't know his name, but I know his surname …"
"What is it?" Leonard asked.
The slightly aged voice suddenly became deep.
"Amon."
…
South of the Bridge, 46 Riverbay Avenue.
The hosts who were enjoying their dinner heard the tinkling of the doorbell.
The only maid came to the door. Through the peephole above the lock, she saw a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform outside.
She opened the door and asked fearfully,
"Sir, how can I help you?"
This policeman was none other than the disguised Klein. In an attempt to take the initiative to perform, he was confirming if Vampire Emlyn White's companions, the people who lived at 48 Riverbay Avenue, the ones who had entrusted Stuart with the mission, were law-abiding monsters.
Yes, a law-abiding monster! Although this sounds a little wrong and a little funny, it's a reaction of my true thoughts … Klein emphasized in his heart.
The police uniform he was wearing was not a custom-made fake. It was a product of ordinary clothes with an illusion effect.
A magician had to do what a magician was supposed to do!
Klein didn't monitor 48 Riverbay Avenue because he believed that Emlyn White's companions had long moved away.
As a monster and a non-human race, moving was the most basic thing to do when a companion had been missing for several days!
They had to be wary that Emlyn White had been captured by the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, or other official Beyonder organizations. They had to assume that he could confess at any time.
Therefore, what Klein wanted to do was a questionnaire.
He maintained the arrogance of a low-ranking policeman facing ordinary citizens. Without taking off his hat, he raised his chin slightly.
"I have something to ask your master."
The maid entered the room in a panic and soon returned with a man in his thirties wearing a thick shirt.
"Officer, what would you like to ask?" the male host asked nervously.
Klein stood at the door and looked inside.
"Do you know the occupants of Unit 48?"
"Yes." The male host was taken aback. "What happened to them?"
"They're involved in a case. You have to tell me everything you know honestly," Klein said with a straight face.
His face was also disguised to a certain extent, and he had added some illusion effects to distinguish him from the great detective, Sherlock Moriarty.
The male host was immediately enlightened.
"It's no wonder they moved away in a hurry more than a month ago … Most of the residents on Riverbay Avenue and the surrounding streets know the Whites and their son. He's a handsome young man with a somewhat eccentric personality.
Mr. White is an excellent physician, and he's good at using all kinds of medicine and bloodletting. "
"Bloodletting therapy?" Klein asked in return.
"Yes. Although this is considered by many newspapers and magazines to be an ancient medical technique that doesn't have much effect, those who have received Mr. White's treatment have basically recovered. However, Mr. White also said that apart from him, the other doctors' bloodletting treatments are all fraudulent." The male host gave his opinion.
Bloodletting treatments are to accumulate food for themselves, right? The only thing that's really useful is the medicine … This vampire family relies on bloodletting to treat people while receiving "food" as payment. If there aren't many patients, or if the blood is extremely unhealthy, would they consider going to a distant hospital to steal blood from a blood bottle to drink? Compared to their identities as monsters, they're really law-abiding … Klein nodded in enlightenment.
The emotional changes he observed with his Spirit Vision told him that the other party wasn't lying.
Seeing that the officer didn't refute him, the male owner continued,
"Mr. White and his wife are both very good and kind people. Although they can't cure those who are really seriously ill, they are already very good doctors for us who live nearby …" Zhang Lisheng said. "Mr. White and his wife are very kind people.
Is it because their child, Emlyn, is involved in the case? This young man is too quiet and seems to look down on us. He's always hiding at home, and I have no idea what he's doing … Officer, are you feeling hot? It's so cold outside. "
Perhaps it's just because he hides during the day and comes out at night … Klein wiped his sweat and said,
"I've been walking around the area for a long time for this case!"
Following that, according to the "questionnaire" he had designed, he learned about the Whites and their son from all aspects.
He knocked on the door one after another and asked. After summarizing all the answers, he came to the conclusion that the Whites were indeed kind, amiable, and law-abiding.
This doesn't seem like a description of vampires … Klein looked up at the crimson moon that pierced through the clouds, intending to make a final confirmation.
He dispelled the illusory effects on him and began his divination.
After confirming that there was no danger, he circled to the side and climbed into the house at 48 Riverbay Avenue.
As others didn't know who had captured Emlyn White, they would always be afraid that an official Beyonder would come to "visit," but Klein knew what was going on, so he wasn't worried at all that there was a trap.
After entering the second floor, he used the moonlight to see that the various rooms were in a mess. Many of the things hadn't been taken away. Through this, it was enough to imagine how hurried the owners had been when they left.
In the study, he even found some precious books on herbs. Among them, there was no lack of folk recipes popular in the countryside.
As he walked and read, Klein entered a bedroom, and a black shadow entered his eyes.
He jumped in fright, thinking that he had been ambushed. He nearly snapped his fingers and lit the matchstick he had thrown outside.
Fortunately, there was no attack.
The crimson moonlight passed through the window and filled the entire room. Klein finally saw what the black shadows were.
They didn't have any spiritual luster, and they were dolls of various sizes!
The largest one was only slightly shorter than Klein. It was a girl in a gorgeous dress with lace and ribbons on her sleeves and collar.
This female doll was clearly closer to a wax figure. Her facial features were lifelike, and she had blonde hair and red eyes.
The smallest one was only the size of a normal person's palm. It was a woman wearing silver full-body armor. She looked valiant and beautiful.
As his gaze swept across the dolls, Klein suddenly thought of something.
Under Rosell's influence, there were two trends in the development of doll art. One was cute and could change clothes, and the other was more realistic.
Klein looked around and couldn't help but click his tongue.
These dolls aren't cheap!
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