Chapter 122 Vampire

Huai Shi is taking stock of his belongings.

There was still half an hour before dinner started, and he at least had to figure out what kind of state he was in now and what other gadgets he had with him.

A coat, a replaceable leather armor lining, a change of trousers and a shirt, a "Holy Book" written by the Holy Spirit's genealogy, a wanderer coin, and three hundred and forty-five copper lira coins, which can be exchanged for Thirty silver coins.

These are all debris.

Then there is a set of small alchemy equipment, a box filled with green solidified grease, and fourteen flying knives inserted at any time that can be thrown at any time. It seems that the green one is not a good thing.

A hand crossbow can be installed on the inside of the arm, so it can't be seen if you wear a coat. Two daggers engraved with holy words, a short knife that can be tied to the calf... these were all just counted.

There were about sixteen test tubes filled with scarlet liquid. Huaishi tried to open them and smelled them. She felt that the hunger and thirst in her heart was greatly reduced and even filled with freshness.

But he was full of desire for the liquid in the test tube.

Alchemically concentrated plasma.

In addition to being a daily consumable, it can also be said to be a silver-blood potion specifically for vampires.

As long as there is enough blood, he can quickly recover from his injuries. When necessary, he can also use the two tubes of silver-marked blood - the plasma is mixed with cool silver nitrate, archaea and other pharmaceuticals. A powerful stimulant manufactured.

In addition, Huaishi finally noticed the sixteen small bottles. After opening them, he smelled them and found that they contained various sword oils with different labels - all of them were different dark creatures. emblem.

In other words, these are poisons created for various monsters.

It can only be said that Van Helsing is very skilled and professional in his business.

The most important thing Huai Shi checked was the hand ax with a style he was very familiar with.

Even the weight and feel seem to be the same.

The purification runes on it make up for the original shortage of source of damage. It is a rare weapon, and its strength is not inferior to the border relics.

The only drawback is that it is not very convenient to pick up and carry, but Huaishi can at least hide it in his piano case.

It would be nice if it could be drawn out at any time like the Ax of Wrath.

After entering the dungeon, his soul power disappeared... It is understandable that soul power represents the essence of every ascendant. If KP can retain Van Helsing's stigmata while also giving him soul power, wouldn't this mean that Can he rub the Ascendant with his hands at any time?

And that's not a bad thing.

Huaishi has entered into the second-level thinking: After all, he only has the first level, and even if he has it, the effect is relatively limited... And if he can't use it, others will definitely not be able to use it.

Everyone is on the same level...ish.

It's just that she doesn't know the identity of the others and what stigmata they have been given. Now Huaishi has become familiar with the vampire's stigmata.

Fortunately, vampires, like ghosts, follow an agile route, relying on speed and reflexes to carry out high-speed attacks... If there is an auxiliary or heavy defense type, Huai Shi will be completely blinded.

Van Helsing's experience with weapons and stigmata seemed to have been retained along with the order that was almost engraved in his soul. After Huai Shi moved for a while, he miraculously mastered the speed and speed that far exceeded his previous limits. reflex nerves.

Now he can jump dexterously in the narrow cabin silently.

Not only the bed, the deck, the wall, the table, but even the back of the chair, he could easily use it. His weight seemed to disappear, turning into a black shadow that quickly bounced around the room. He couldn't even see the specific outline. A blurry trail remains.

What's even more surprising is that such a high-speed movement didn't even make a gust of wind.

As Huai Shi waved his hand, several rays of cold light flew out from his hands and cuffs, and quietly sank into the table without even the slightest abnormal sound.

Huai Shi looked at his masterpiece in astonishment, intimidated by his performance just now.

A thorough assassination type... How much effort did Van Helsing put in to hone this skill?

But if you recall carefully, it is not difficult to understand where this guy's enthusiasm for this mission comes from... Just like the Red Gloves in the past, this guy is completely a tool created by the cult.

Dark creatures are created in order to eliminate dark creatures, and executioners are trained in order to kill people... but they have a high-sounding name.

From the time Van Helsing learned to read and write in the temple, his teacher began to tell him: everyone is guilty of original sin, and some people are deeply sinful, like you and me.

Only piety is the path to salvation.

Only by taking action on this piety will the world become better and better.

Only by making greater sacrifices can this original sin be forgiven.

In the pedigree of the Holy Spirit Church, there is the dark side of original sin.

Even if they are both 'believers' in the first stage, they will start to part ways in the second stage. By swallowing the golden apple given by Paradise, they will jump to another path of sublimation, transform into an impure person, and then be specially trained as Executioner·Vampire.

Until the cult considers that your sins have been atoned for, it will give you an advanced holy object to obtain redemption.

And in Van Helsing's memory, the vampire's superior stigmata turned out to be the Angel of Quan...

It seems that the water of the Holy Spirit's lineage is very deep.

It is indeed a behemoth that once occupied the entire West. If it were not divided, I am afraid it would still be the first lineage.

As I was thinking and sorting things out, time flew by.

When the bell finally rang, Huai Shi, who had redressed as a cellist, walked out of the room again and happened to bump into Lao Xiao, Lei Feizhou, and Yue Jun.

But Ni Heng and Clement were missing.

Without a direct supervisor to control him, Clement has become an NPC and can no longer be called a friendly force. It's not surprising that he can't be seen. But Ni Heng's disappearance was a surprise.

Did that guy leave early?

After knocking on the door a few times, there was no response. At this time, there were gradually more people in the corridor. Several people looked at each other in a tacit understanding. Lao Xiao took the lead and walked in front: "Let's go to the restaurant first. Now it seems that the restaurant is probably Where the characters appear, there will probably be some important plot.”

Huai Shi still pretended to be controlled by Ai Qing, followed the instructions from Ai Qing in her mind, and followed step by step. There was no chance to say naughty words or cause trouble.

Why do I feel so lost...

As we moved forward, there were more and more other passengers, but there was a heavy low pressure between them. Although most of them looked calm, there was a hint of sadness or panic like a frightened bird.

As we arrived at the restaurant, this abnormality became more and more obvious.

Huai Shi couldn't help but frown.

As far as I can see, there is no smile on every face, or it is just covered with a layer of ceremonial false smiles. More of them look worried and worried, and some people have even more anxious faces. And fierce, making people reluctant to get close.

The entire restaurant was immersed in a gloomy atmosphere.

It seems like a storm is coming.

Even if there was an occasional conversation, everyone was trying to keep their voices down, as if they were afraid of being overheard.

"Why are you so sad?"

Huai Shi was stunned, barely able to hold back his usual silly smile... It ruined the atmosphere more than anything else, but when everyone was worried, if you were the only one who was happy, you might not attract a circle of hatred.

"Didn't you pay attention to the background of your character card?" He heard Ai Qing's reminder: "And the identities of Lao Xiao and the others..."

A cellist who has lost his sponsor and is in poverty, a worker who has lost his job, a bodyguard who has a bad reputation in the industry and cannot find an employer...

It seems that everyone's apparent identity does not seem to be the high-spirited type. Instead, one by one is unlucky and miserable. Even if they get a chance in a new world, who can tell what is in that unknown world? What are you waiting for?

Therefore, it is natural to put on a sad face.

But these people...

"This illustrates one thing." Ai Qing said indifferently: "We are not the only ones who have received mysterious letters. It may even be that... all the people on this ship were invited by various mysterious letters. "

Huai Shi took a breath of air.

Just as he was looking around, he suddenly heard a sharp and old voice.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you listen? It was stolen! My little baby was stolen!" A heartbroken old woman dragged the crew member and shouted in a sharp voice: "Stolen My sweetheart must be hiding among these rubes! It must be!"

The old man was obviously different from other tourists. He was dressed in luxurious clothes and wore expensive jewelry on his hands and neck. When he spoke, he gave off a commanding air, and his identity was obviously extraordinary.

"Relax, my sister."

An old man next to him advised hoarsely. He was sitting in a wheelchair, as if he was too old to move, and his tone of voice was feeble: "Maybe Bobby is just going out to play temporarily. No one here will steal your pet."

"Shut up, you old loser. If you weren't mentally ill and wanted to go out, how could Poppy get lost..."

The old man seemed to be used to being so humiliated by his sister in public. He just sighed tiredly, opened his mouth to say something, and then choked and coughed violently, almost to the point of coughing out his lungs.

Shivering, he took out a small medicine box from his arms, swallowed a few pills, and started to breathe hard.

"Sick and consumptive, you are of no use at all! You only need to eat all day long! If it weren't for you, my Poppy...wuwuwu..."

The woman with age spots on her face started to cry when she got excited. She covered her face and fell on the shoulders of the young man next to her: "What can I do, my dear, you must help me." , my Bobby...my Bobby..."

Beside her, the handsome-looking young man gently patted his shoulders and comforted the heartbroken old man in a soft voice. Huaishi and the others were dumbfounded.

Ni Heng? !