Most of the vampires living in Huntington are engaged in the operation of vineyards and wineries or related upstream and downstream industries. The church is naturally aware of their existence, but as long as they don't drink human blood, the church also acquiesces in the acquiescence of the blood-sucking species mixing with humans locally.
The family member mentioned by Mr. Bernhardt is Orlan Wilson, a broker who lives in the west of the city and introduces the business of local wineries to out-of-town wine merchants. Mr. Wilson himself is a three-ring warlock, aged 34, and proficient in divination, but he is still unmarried.
The relationship between him and Mr. Bernhardt is not very close, but because of business reasons, he will visit Mr. Bernhardt's manor every year.
"He went out to visit friends in the New World this spring, and accidentally got a rather troublesome relic. It was a dagger. The Pantanal Voodoo knew about it somehow, and wanted to buy that relic , but Wilson didn’t want to sell it to them, so he found me, hoping that I could accept the relic.”
Mr. Bernhardt said that not only is he powerful, but he also has the title of Viscount Carson Rico himself. Will Pantanal Voodoo attack a nobleman like him?
The carriage soon took the two of them to the red wine alley where Mr. Wilson lived, which is also the largest red wine trade distribution center in the east of Huntington.
Mr. Wilson lives alone at No. 20, Red Wine Lane, a three-story building with no attic. Mr. Bernhardt told Shad that Mr. Wilson used the first floor as his office, and the second floor and above as his residence.
The two laughed and got out of the carriage, but after Mr. Bernhardt knocked on the door, no one came to answer the door after waiting for a long time.
"Could it be that you are not at home?"
Xia De said to the well-dressed Vampire Seed Lord wearing a black cashmere coat and holding a cane. The latter frowned slightly:
"It was Wilson who took the initiative to invite me here. We agreed to meet at 10:30 in the morning."
"It's ten thirty-one."
Shad gives a more precise time:
"Could it be that something happened suddenly, so we went out? Let's ask the neighbors."
The two asked the neighbors living on both sides respectively, but the neighbors have not seen Mr. Wilson today. However, the little boy selling newspapers opposite No. 20 told Shade after he bought a newspaper that a man had entered the house about half an hour ago, but left soon after.
The boy did not know the owner of the house, so based on his description, Shad and Mr. Bernhardt did not know who it was that left the house half an hour ago.
But Mr. Bernhardt already felt that he had lost face. He specially invited his friend Shad, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, to visit here, but he was blocked at the door and couldn't go in. This made him feel quite ashamed.
"Hold on."
Standing on the doorstep of No. 20, Mr. Bernhardt pricked his finger with a thin needle, squeezed out a drop of blood and smeared it on the crack of the door. Then, the drop of blood seeped into the inside of the door like a living thing.
"I want to see what he did."
The middle-aged Viscount snorted, then half-closed his eyes, as if concentrating on controlling the drop of blood.
Shad then unfolded the newspaper in his hand to read the local news, but before he finished reading the first page about the economic growth of this year announced by the Ministry of Finance of the United Kingdom of Carson Rik at the end of the year, Mr. Bernhardt suddenly said:
"Oh, it seems that we have encountered some accidents."
"What's wrong?"
"To be precise, Wilson might be dead."
Shad looked at Mr. Bernhardt in surprise:
"Then go in and have a look."
He knocked on the door lock, and with a click, the door lock popped open.
Mr. Bernhardt sighed deeply:
"I didn't expect this to happen in advance. It won't delay your business."
"Of course not. Rather, I happen to want to get in touch with the Pantanal Voodoo Society."
After pushing the door and entering the room, Mr. Bernhardt led Shad directly to the office on the first floor. In that windowless room, blood splattered all around the walls, and the body of a strange man that Shade had never seen was lying on the floor. Judging from the amount of bleeding, even a vampire could survive It can't be done.
Shad stood at the door to check the surroundings. Mr. Bernhardt had already squatted down to check the corpse, but suddenly stood up again and took several steps back:
"careful!"
Bloody vines grew wildly from the corpse, and in just a few seconds, they covered the entire corpse like a snake's nest. They quickly crawled towards the two people at the door, and their wriggling appearance did not look like plants.
Mr. Bernhardt cursed indecently, he told Shad to step back, and snapped his fingers—
snap~
The blood spattered around exploded like a liquid bomb with a muffled sound, and the blood splashed again with a billowing heat wave stained the vines, and the strange blood-red flame immediately ignited:
"Blood flame. Most of the vines summoned by the ring warlocks of the Pantanal Voodoo Society are extremely afraid of fire."
Mr. Bernhardt explained that he and Shad walked towards the corpse again after the vines were gradually burned by the **** flames.
The vines emerged from the corpse, greatly reducing the integrity of that corpse. Xia De didn't want to use any adjectives to describe the corpse, which would seriously affect his appetite and sleep quality.
However, when Shad and Mr. Bernhardt tried to turn the corpse over, they were stunned at the same time:
"Um?"
Shad heard the voice in his ear, and Mr. Bernhardt realized something:
"Fake corpse?"
It was Shad who said this first, and Mr. Bernhardt nodded immediately:
"It's indeed a fake. It's really amazing. This is the unique thaumaturgy of our race, the 'scarred fake body'. Except for the same race, very few people can see through this dead body at a glance."
"If he is really proficient in divination, he may really be able to foresee this threat in advance."
Shad nodded, and in front of Shad, Mr. Bernhardt dabbed his finger with blood without hesitation, and then stuffed his finger into his mouth.
The middle-aged vampire gentleman narrowed his eyes, wiped his fingers and stood up:
"Detective, get out of here, Wilson was indeed attacked. The Pantanal Voodoo will kill him and take the relic. But he left me a message in his own blood, and he's hiding now Now, let's go see him and at least know what happened."
"OK."
Xia De nodded:
"Of course it's best if this gentleman isn't dead, but it's really vicious for voodoo to attack."
"How much sense can people who seek power from subspace evils have? Besides, they are originally a group of natives from the Great Swamp...I don't look down on country folks...you know me the meaning of."
Mr. Bernhardt put on the gloves, and Shad asked again:
"Where is Mr. Wilson hiding? Is it far from here? If it's convenient, we can have lunch together. I even brought you wine."
Mr. Bernhardt smiled:
"Not far, the Blood Rose Hotel in the city. He hid there, absolutely safe."
The Scarlet Rose Hotel is located near the Huntington Railway Station, but it is not on the main road, but hidden in a small alley. After passing the low wall with the wanted poster, passing through the clothes drying in the alley, and crossing the muddy ground, they saw the hotel in the depths of the alley.
If the "Pink Rose Tavern" that Shade visited in Lengshuigang City was the kind of small hotel that would provide illegal services at a glance; then the "Bloody Rose Tavern" hidden in the alleys of Huntington City, It is a hotel that is absolutely decent at a glance.
The wooden masonry structure occupies a small area, and there are even chicken pens and pig pens on the side of the first floor. Rude men shouted slang in the tavern, and the peeling walls showed how old the place was. The dilapidated double-open wooden doors that are rare in this era are used as the hotel entrance, and the interior decoration is shabby, as if returning to the era of forty or fifty years ago.
Even if the hotel had at least one illegal business, it probably wouldn't be so shabby.
But fortunately, the tables, chairs and benches are fairly clean, and the tavern on the first floor of the hotel also provides decent services. The interior of the tavern is filled with the smell of fermented food and alcohol. Because it is too shabby, there are no gas lamps, but very old hanging kerosene lamps. With ship anchors, rusty swords and strange ornaments hanging randomly on the walls, this is a ghetto hotel for poor people who have no money.
Because he was worried about disturbing Mr. Wilson who is still in panic~www.mtlnovel.com~Mr. Bernhardt asked Shad to wait on the first floor first, and he went upstairs alone to find his family member who lived in Room 302.
So Xia De, with the newspaper in his hands, ordered a glass of rye beer from the old bartender, then sat at a slightly clean table against the wall, unfolded the newspaper under the somewhat dim kerosene lamp, and continued to check what he had just finished reading. news.
The shade of that kerosene lamp probably needs scrubbing.
Mr. Bernhardt hurried up the stairs, the creaking sound made him worried whether the stairs would collapse immediately. Under the abstract graffiti-like landscape oil painting at the corner of the second floor, he passed a middle-aged man with extremely short hair, and only stubble could be seen.
The latter's skin is dark, and the double eyelids of his eyes are extremely severe, and he is also wrapped in an unusual, old-fashioned brown robe that people in desert areas often wear.
Mr. Bernhardt just felt that this person was strange, but he just passed by. The man wrapped in an old brown robe walked towards the first floor with his notebook, which had been slightly rolled up at the corners, in his hand.
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