Vivian was about to call it a day and go home when she suddenly heard something that caught her attention. Her curiosity was piqued. She stared at Casar Ebben and asked, "I haven't been out for more than a hundred years … What happened?"
"I don't know the details." Since the two sides had stopped fighting, and Vivian, the 'senior' who had the upper hand, was willing to stop, Casar Ebben was obviously more cooperative. "Things started to change about a hundred to two hundred years ago. At first, a group of siren descendants risked being strangled by the demon hunters and came to the land. They said that they had received a revelation in the deep sea and wanted to collect the power of their race that was lost at the end of the Mythological Era. You all know about tectonic movements, right? Because of these geological activities, some of the siren territories at the end of the Mythological Era have become coastal lands. You can find the remains of the sirens there. Those creatures from the water entered the coastal cities of Asia, Europe and the United States in large numbers. It even caused panic among the church. They thought that the otherworldlings were going to launch a counterattack from the sea. "
"Sirens... I know. They seem to be the race that was least affected by the demon hunters. They live in the deep sea all day, and the demon hunters couldn't get rid of them." Vivian was deep in thought. "The sirens are very isolated and almost don't communicate with the outside world. During the Mythological Era, they rarely came ashore as a group. You can say that they are the slowest to react to the changes in the outside world. What happened to the sirens? "
"Oh, some of them were sold to the black factories in America and Europe. Some of them were killed by the demon hunters. Some of them came ashore at the Mississippi River during the Civil War. A small number of them retreated to the deep sea. The rest were basically taken in by humans."
Hao Ren was speechless.
Vivian was startled. She let out a long "oh" and said, "Oh... That fits the group of people who are out of touch with reality."
"Sirens have always been like this. They can return to the water no matter what, so they are lazy and casual. They basically don't succeed in anything, but they have never really failed," Ewen Ebben chimed in. "But the news that the sirens brought from the deep sea quickly spread to a few big families. Many families began to gather their people or relics all over the world. As you can see, the Ebben family even began to search for the scattered werewolves in Asia. In some places, there were even direct conflicts between the unusual creatures and the demon hunters. Such incidents have rarely happened in the past thousand years. "
"Just because they brought out a vague message from the deep sea, you're going to make such a big fuss?"
"There must be more than that. The family elders are not stupid. They must know more." Ewen Ebben snorted. "But those things are not for us juniors to understand. If you're interested, you can ask your old friends about it. After all, you're one of the oldest vampires. Logically speaking, I should call you … Forget it. You've finally decided to let us go. I'm not courting death. "
"Looks like it's time to find out more." Vivian lowered her head thoughtfully. "I've been muddling along aimlessly for the past few years. I didn't know that the outside world had changed so much … Heh, humans have regressed too. The whole world is peaceful now."
As Hao Ren listened to the conversation between Vivian and the two werewolves, he felt a sense of conspiracy. He quickly scratched the goosebumps on his arms to show that he was calm. At that moment, he saw Lily, who was bored out of her mind, studying the buttons on her shirt. He remembered that he had something to ask. "By the way, both of you are genuine werewolves, right? I have something to ask you. "
Casar Ebben gave Hao Ren a strange look. He had not figured out the background of this "ordinary person" who was with the vampires and had some strange abilities. But seeing that he could mix well with the werewolves and vampires, Casar decided to treat him as a member of the unusual creatures. He guessed that Hao Ren was a wizard or a middleman.
"Is there a husky branch among the werewolves?" Hao Ren asked in a serious tone. "Just like how there are dogs among the wolves, will there be huskies and pekingese among the werewolves?"
As soon as Hao Ren's voice trailed off, there was silence.
Ewen Ebben was stunned for a few seconds. Finally, he jumped to his feet. "You can kill me, but you can't humiliate me! It's fine if you beat me up, but now you're making it clear... Countess, don't do anything. I want to fight this man one-on-one! "
Hao Ren leaped two meters away and made a flying brick gesture with the MDT. "Keep your claws back! I'm just asking. Are there really no huskies among the werewolves? "
Lily heard that someone had finally mentioned her, and she quickly came forward with a face full of anticipation. Vivian also looked at the two werewolves inquisitively. Casar and Ewen were a little stunned. They did not expect the insulting question to be serious. Casar Ebben thought for a moment and shook his head firmly. "Never heard of it. Werewolves and wolves are obviously not comparable. It's fine if you ask this question, but Countess... You're the oldest vampire, don't you even know this? "
"I don't know," Vivian shook her head. "I don't even know when I got my name."
Casar Ebben recalled the speechless entries in the family records and finally understood what the "strangest vampire countess" was. He then reiterated that there was no such thing as a husky in the werewolf community.
Lily immediately squatted down dejectedly. She stretched out her claws and dug a hole on the ground to vent her dissatisfaction. Hao Ren quickly squatted beside her and comforted her. Casar Ebben looked curiously at this "junior" who seemed to have something wrong with her. "What's wrong with her?"
Hao Ren looked up and smiled. "Nothing. It's just a normal pain in the process of building a world view."
"... Not normal at all," Ewen Ebben mumbled and pulled Casar Ebben away. "Is everything okay? Are we really leaving? Don't regret it... "
Vivian waved at the two werewolves to get lost. However, just as they took a few steps, a strange smell suddenly floated over from nowhere.
"Click, click." A few soft sounds came from not far away. Then, a flat, almost emotionless voice rang from the top of the warehouse. "There's no need to go. Stay."
Hao Ren looked up in surprise. He saw an average-looking middle-aged man standing on top of the warehouse, looking down at them. The middle-aged man was about 40 years old. He had an ordinary face, neatly combed hair, and wore a well-tailored business suit. He looked like the most ordinary office worker. He was over 40 years old, had a small career, and was working as a low-level manager in a private company. This was the first impression that the middle-aged man gave to Hao Ren.
The only thing that was out of place about the middle-aged man was the strange, iron-gray crossbow in his hand. The crossbow had an odd design, with an intricate structure and complicated patterns. It looked out of place with the middle-aged man's suit. The crossbow was pointed at Casar Ebben's head (he was the biggest among them), and the tip of the crossbow's arrow shone with an unusually bright silver-white light.
Hao Ren finally remembered where he had seen a similar weapon: the crossbow that the half-baked demon hunter named Nangong was equipped with looked exactly like this!
"Demon hunters?!" Casar Ebben exclaimed and instinctively took two steps back. As he shouted, there was a slight noise on the roofs of the surrounding factories. Six or seven expressionless men and women in long black trench coats emerged from the nearby roofs and walls.
Except for the middle-aged man who appeared first, who seemed to be the leader, who was wearing casual clothes, all the demon hunters were dressed in the same way: a long black trench coat lined with leather, an iron belt full of strange tools, a strange small crossbow in their hands, and a large crossbow more than a meter long on their back. And the most synchronized thing was: all of them were expressionless.
They looked at Hao Ren and the rest with a "working" attitude, like hunters looking at their prey.
They were indeed demon hunters, and this time, they were the real deal.
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