The masked man grabbed his neck and fled into the fog. His footsteps were very soft, but Jenkins, who was chasing behind, relied on his glasses and was completely unaffected by the environment. The magic eye collector was left behind because of his injuries, and Jenkins entered the dark alley one after the other.
But when I ran in, there was no one there.
"What's wrong?"
It took nearly half a minute for the man clutching his stomach to run here staggeringly, facing the empty alley with Jenkins.
There are high walls on both sides of this alley, but there are some scattered garbage beside the walls. One of the two has special glasses, the other has special eyes, and their vision is not affected by the darkness and fog, but no one knows where that person went.
"The bloodstains extend to the entrance of the alley."
As Jenkins said, he raised his hand and stretched out the dagger in his hand to the man's neck:
"Drop your weapon and reach out!"
"I saved you!"
There was some complaint in the voice.
"I saved you too!"
The voice is righteous.
"I don't know if you still remember, we met once, but that time you ran away."
"Oh, sir, you are a believer in the New God."
The tone was not surprised at all, as if he had thought of it a long time ago.
"Name?"
"What's my name? Sorry, I haven't introduced myself."
The middle-aged man shrugged and said in a relaxed tone, "My name is Ace Spieth."
"What are you doing here at Nolan?"
"I'm looking for a special eye, but that thing seems to have been destroyed recently, no matter how much I predict it, I can't find a trace. Considering that this city is becoming more and more dangerous, in fact, I am already preparing to leave."
That matched what Jenkins knew so far, but he had other problems.
"What's going on tonight?"
"What else can happen, those two are ordinary humans infected by blood-sucking species. The one you burned to death is too weak, it should be infected by the infected humans for the second time, or even the third time, since the one who ran away just now He can even be transformed into a bat, I think the one who bestows his blood should at least be a purebred advanced vampire."
"Oh, it turns out that it really has the ability to infect humans... That's why Dad and Miss Bevanna think that even though the blood-sucking race is not as powerful as demons, it is more harmful to the city!"
Seeing Jenkins thinking, Mr. Spies reminded again:
"I don't think there is any reason for us to be hostile to each other, right? And I'm a law-abiding citizen. Even if you want to be a partner of justice, you shouldn't target me."
"I hope you can help me answer a question."
Jenkins thought for a while and thought he was right, but he didn't put down the weapon in his hand:
"I heard that your organization [Magic Eye Collection Association] is an organization with an extremely old history?"
"Yes, of course, our history can be traced back to at least the tenth era! Sir, is this your problem?"
As he spoke, he tidied up his clothes, and he didn't realize that someone was holding a dagger around his neck at all.
"No, no, my question is: In this case, you should also know many of the same ancient organizations. Now please tell me, do you know [Tree House]?"
This organization is related to the mysterious Mr. Clark, and this man has been looming in the struggle for the savior [Undead Man]. Until now, Jenkins doesn't know what this man is going to do.
"Oh, tree house~ I know, that's a bunch of lunatics."
Mr. Spieth nodded in a daze of understanding, and nearly knocked his neck against the blade of the dagger, and Jenkins had to pull it back some distance:
"A very old organization, even older than some righteous gods."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man carefully drew something on his chest, then raised his head and said, "How offending."
"Is that group of people gathered together for a certain purpose, or do they belong to a church branch of a great one?"
"Their composition is very complicated, but they are definitely not brought together because of a unified belief. They are gathered together, illegals who are working hard to obtain the identity of the savior, lurking in the era, and will appear at the end of the era. I Think you should know what it means to be a savior…”
"That's an... organization that wants to become a god?"
Jenkins asked.
Mr. Spieth shivered: "Even if you are a believer in the new gods, you should treat the great ones with some respect, and don't directly say those profane words. Yes, they just want to do this, so they are a bunch of lunatics. In almost every era in the past, this group of people will participate in many major events at the end of the era, but due to unscrupulous methods, they have been hostile to almost all sects. Yes, all sects, whether it is the orthodox sect or the false god sect... Huh? The group of people appeared here? Oh, God, I really have to leave as soon as possible~”
Jenkins nodded, hesitated, and put down the dagger in his hand:
"Sorry for threatening you just now."
"No, it's not a threat."
Mr. Spieth said, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, then hurriedly wrote a line, tore off the note and handed it to Jenkins:
"I'm very curious about the believers of the New God. This is my mailing address. If you need it, you can find me. Of course, there is a fee."
Looking down, the address was the capital of a small country called Concheris, and Jenkins could only find this place name in the memory of the original owner.
"Are you leaving Nolan?"
While asking, he raised his head again, but apart from the thick night and fog, there was no other person.
"He wasn't threatened by me on purpose, and then revealed the matter?"
Jenkins had this feeling in his heart.
The accident of the night had no follow-up effects, after all, his flames had burned everything up.
Of course, the next day Jenkins asked his father about the blood-sucking species infection, and his father was a little annoyed and asked him to go to the secret library to check, and hand in the two reports about the incident on Saturday.
"Now? But what about the business in the store?"
"Where is there any business, I guess there will be no one in the morning."
He was wearing his monocle looking at a hair clipped with clips, which had been delivered from church that morning.
"Go, if you find that book, read it within a week and give me a three-foot (0.91 meter) book report."
"I see!"
Jenkins hastily grabbed his coat and hat and ran out of the store before Dad's demands could be further extended, almost leaving the chocolate in the store.