Taking care of an unknown man who had fainted on the road, not to mention two young girls.
This would undoubtedly be a fantasy story under any circumstances, but it really happened.
Perhaps it was because Arisa felt something was wrong when she first saw the man. Her sympathy was activated like never before. Perhaps it was because Isaros had absolute confidence in her own abilities that she did not care about the intentions of a scrawny homeless man. She planned to drag him back, throw him some food, and let him rest for a night in a place where there was no wind. That would be the biggest favor she could give him.
But no matter what, the two of them did bring this person back.
It was very strange.
When Isaros came back to her senses, she was sitting in her own kitchen with her sister, watching the man lying on the table wolfing down his food.
"Looks like he's starving …" Arisa whispered to her sister. The two sisters sat side by side, speechless.
"What's going on?" Isaros glanced at her younger sister. She had no idea how she had allowed this filthy tramp to enter her house and eat so casually.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality." The homeless man bowed his head sincerely to express his gratitude with a smile on his face. He did not look like a homeless man at all, instead, he looked like a polite English gentleman.
"My name is Pu Xiu. I'm sorry to disturb your life, I'll leave immediately." The homeless man politely indicated that he would leave immediately.
"Mr. Pu Xiu, you're not a homeless man, right?" Arisa was interested in this person who had a good temperament and speech. She was sixteen years old and was very curious. She felt that this man must have a story that no one knew about. Her curiosity grew even stronger.
"Can you tell us about your past? Judging by your speech and behavior, you must have been a cultured person? "
Isaros wanted to say something but stopped. She felt that this person was not normal.
"I'm very sorry. There's something natural about me that attracted you all. This is my negligence. It's also our … our race's ability to protect ourselves …" Pu Xiu smiled bitterly. "I'm currently in a very big trouble. The best way is to leave immediately. Otherwise, I'm afraid it will bring you a lot of trouble."
"My sister is very powerful!" Arisa had seen her sister's valiant side before. Snatching a blade with her bare hands was a small matter, and she had plenty of experience in dealing with firearms. Isaros was an expert who had been trained by the elites of the White Phoenix. Furthermore, she was a genius herself. Ordinary people would not be a match for her even if they had guns.
"Don't say that. There are many people who are stronger than me. Uncle Thomas's Garon is better than me. " She had heard that Garon was also practicing martial arts every day, so she went to him and sparred with him. She was indeed no match for Garon. In terms of martial arts, Garon's strength was at an extremely professional level.
"But big sister is really powerful." Arisa widened her eyes.
"I think it's time for me to leave." Prussia suddenly stood up, and only then did the two of them notice that his accent had a strong British accent.
Prussia was wearing a tattered grey shirt, his jeans and shoes were all covered in a layer of grey, and only their original white base could be vaguely seen.
He quickly walked to the kitchen window, and gently lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside. The faint sound of a car engine could be heard coming from outside.
"They're here."
"Is someone trying to harm you? Mr. Prussia. "Isaros could tell that his nervousness was not fake." Do we need to call the police? The town's sheriff is also someone we know. "
"It's useless even if the police come …" Prussia smiled bitterly. "It's too late, I'll leave first. Thank you for dinner."
He quickly walked to the window on the other side of the kitchen, and with a swoosh, he pulled open the curtains, and with a light leap, he actually flew out of the window and disappeared.
The two sisters behind him thought that their eyes were playing tricks on them. Arisa rubbed her eyes and looked again, but she still could not see Prussia's shadow.
"Don't think about it." Isaros had been through a lot, so she quickly calmed down. She thought about the many supernatural phenomena that she had heard about, and her heart suddenly became alert.
She walked over, quickly closed the window, and pulled the curtains.
"Go wash up and sleep. Just pretend that we've never seen Mr. Prussia."
Arisa had been on the run with her sister for a few years, so she naturally knew what was important. She obediently nodded and did not ask any more questions.
The two sisters washed up with their own thoughts, and quietly returned to their room to sleep. However, the image of Mr. Prussia's figure was still lingering in their minds.
*****
"Raffaele, another Blood Breed has come in."
In a basement in the town, two young women were standing behind Raffaele, watching her quietly reading some documents on the table. The candlelight flickered, constantly emitting a layer of pale golden light. This layer of light emitted a halo that enveloped the three of them, no more, no less. It formed a strange spherical space.
"Which camp are they from?" Raffaele casually asked as she picked up a document.
"Both the light and secret parties." A black woman with a lot of braids answered softly.
"Are they the ones who are chasing after the Blood of the Crimson Moon?" Raffaele frowned, suddenly feeling troubled. "Grandma told me that the battle between the two parties has reached its climax. We can't rashly get involved."
"So we're just going to let the Blood Breeds run amok in town? That's against our rules. "The other white woman was dissatisfied. Her brother was once killed by the Blood Breed's secret party, so after she became a witch, she hated the Blood Breed's secret party like never before. She had always been a supporter of the Blood Breed's secret party.
"This is not a small matter." Raffaele turned her face, her long blonde hair glistening under the candlelight. "As long as one of the Blood Breeds with the Blood of the Crimson Moon survives, the Death Apostle Crimson Moon will not die. So we must kill all the Blood Breeds with the Death Apostle's blood in order to truly erase the existence of the Crimson Moon. On this point, the secret party will not back down, especially now that their strength has greatly increased, and they have two Death Apostles. "
"They will not compromise, so if we refuse, it may cause a war. This is not something that I, as the person in charge of the area, can decide. "
Raffaele stopped talking.
"Inform them of our rules, as long as they don't wreak havoc, we will tolerate it. Otherwise, in order to survive, we will go to war. This is our bottom line. "
"Understood."
The two women left the circle of light with different expressions and walked out of the basement.
Raffaele turned around and looked in front of her in the darkness.
"Grandmother."
It was pitch black there, and in the darkness, an old woman sitting on a metal wheelchair slowly appeared.
She sat on the wheelchair, her face was full of wrinkles like tree bark, but her eyes were very young, like the eyes of a teenage girl, clear and pure, as blue as the sea.
"Your decision is correct." The old woman nodded and said, "We cannot be involved in the Blood Breed's civil war. This is an abnormal storm, an unprecedented storm, and it may decide the future of the world. Before the Lion Mother makes a statement, we cannot do anything that crosses the line. "
"What is the Lion Mother's revelation?" Raffaele asked.
"All the people in charge have not been able to contact her. The prophecy tells us that we still need to wait. "The old woman replied softly. "Before you break through and become an upper-level witch, don't be rash. Your talent is the strongest I have ever seen, and you are also the one with the most hope to break through to the upper-level. "
Raffaele nodded silently.
The people in charge of these areas, especially the border areas, were mostly middle-level witches, which meant that they were on par with the middle-level Blood Breeds. This sounded weak, but it was actually very normal, and not just ordinarily strong.
Usually, the number of Blood Breeds that appeared in the war was more than Vampires, and these cannon fodders did not matter to the Blood Breeds. But the real Blood Breeds were much rarer. They were strong, noble, and because of their small numbers, they all lived leisurely and wealthy lives, and would not easily expose their identities. They were more involved in the lives of humans, enjoying life and having fun.
They had long lives, strong powers, and many of them were high officials with respected positions. No one was willing to give up such a comfortable life, which was why the Light Party's Blood Breeds were much more powerful than the Secret Party's Blood Breeds. Who would be willing to give up such a peaceful life and run around fighting and killing?
So, those who were active outside were mostly Vampires, and occasionally there would be lower-level Blood Breeds to restrain them and conflicts between witches.
In such an environment, a middle-level witch was considered an extremely strong level of power.
Most witches could only reach the level of apprentice, and those with better qualifications could reach the level of lower-level Blood Breeds. This level meant that they had the ability to deal with lower-level Blood Breeds. They were already at the level of supernatural power.
At most one in a hundred witches like this, and they were considered as the backbone of the fighting force. And this required a long time to accumulate power.
Raffaele was only twenty years old, but she had already reached the peak of middle-level witches, and had mastered the powerful magical equipment of the Grano witches, and was unanimously respected by the witches in other areas. The title of Sun's Will was not given for free, but it was obtained through testing and battle.
"I understand." Raffaele nodded.
The old woman nodded in satisfaction, and her figure disappeared into the darkness again.
Raffaele was left alone to ponder silently.
*****
America, Faya state.
The next morning, 11: 22.
On the road between White Card City and Grano.
In a white bus headed to Grano.
Everyone in the bus was sleepy, and most of them were dozing off under the warm sunlight.
Garon sat in his seat, looking out the window at the plains, roads, cars, and the occasional traveler on a motorcycle.
After he got off the plane, he immediately transferred to another bus, and after a few transfers, he finally boarded this tour bus that was headed to Grano. Although it was a little slow, it was a direct route, and he did not have to worry about it.
He was still holding the ancient scroll in his hand, but his mind was not on it.
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