The book mentioned by the old man and "Blood and Evil: The Lost Trail of Ancient Aliens" mentioned by Professor Burns were quietly placed on the bookshelf. The latter is a book of some age, and according to the preface and thanks on the title page, the age of the author's life should be the beginning of this era. But such a book only needs to be re-transcribed, so the book looks very new.
"Directory directory..."
He flipped back muttering, but felt that something was wrong in his hand. So I closed it again and looked it up and down, only to find that the last few pages of the book had been torn out.
"Confidential content? If I can say that I have risen to level 3 now, maybe I can see them on the third floor of the library."
The author of this book recorded most of the blood-sucking species and most of their subspecies known to him. A large part of it is written, which is the humanoid vampire, or vampire, which is often mentioned by modern novelists.
Ignoring most of the knowledge already familiar to Jenkins, he turned directly to the chapter on "infection", and then pressed his finger on the page to read word by word:
[… Most of the blood-sucking species who have become benefactors can infect other races through their own blood, and call the infected people servants. High-level vampires can control their servants to a certain extent and share part of their power with them, as can the first and second generation infected. Of course, doing so will not only weaken itself, but also cause permanent physical and soul damage to the infected...]
"It's about the same as what I thought. In other words, are the two people I met that night human beings infected by vampires? If the one who escaped is also the same, then how powerful is the one that gave them power?"
After dinner, it was Miss Bevanna's class. She hurriedly got off the carriage from the door of the church at around eight o'clock, accompanied by many scribes.
"Did there be a big move just now?"
he asked suspiciously.
"The hospital's blood bank was stolen. When we arrived, we only caught a few youngsters..."
To match the background of this sentence, a bound man was carried down by the scribes.
"yes… "
"Yes, after the incident that night, the church found some news. I originally wanted to catch them all tonight, but I didn't expect it to fail."
Seeing that the people around were walking away, Miss Bevanna called Jenkins to walk towards the training ground:
"This matter is not right. I am afraid there is a problem with the police department cooperating with the operation."
"You mean, someone in the police department was infected?"
"should be."
The evening class is still to learn new postures on the cushion. According to Ms. Bevanna, this posture may take them a whole month to learn. After that, it is up to Jenkins to practice repeatedly. To start his imaginary fighting, weapon use and other practical exercises.
The class ended at eleven o'clock, and Jenkins said goodbye to Miss Bevanna, and then took the chocolates and set foot on the way home.
He was really exhausted. Fortunately, nothing strange happened along the way. But when he just turned into St. George Street, a carriage suddenly came out from another intersection, and then drove into the block quickly.
The carriage finally stopped at the door of Jenkins' neighbor's house, and it turned out to be Mrs. Margaret, the widow, who stepped out of the carriage.
She was wearing a red scarf and a somewhat outdated woolen hat, and she was already clearly pregnant.
Following Mrs. Margaret out of the carriage, there were also two middle-aged men who looked like bodyguards. They helped the woman carefully open the fence and walked towards the house.
Jenkins emerged from the shadow of the corner house only after the carriage pulled off St. George's Street, not wanting his neighbors to think he was spying on her.
"Why is Mrs. Margaret back? Do you want to prepare for pregnancy at your own home?"
He guessed, seeing the gas lamp of the house turned on, so he shrank his head and continued to walk forward, fumbling for the key of the courtyard door in his pocket with his right hand.
Chocolate had no patience for walking with Jenkins, and as he stood in the shadows waiting for his neighbors to come home, he slipped into the house early through the gap under the fence, and it arrived while Jenkins was still walking on St. George's Street. The guest room on the second floor of the house, where the windows can clearly see the neighbor's house.
"Meow~"
Chocolat swallowed, wagged his tail, and squinted his eyes.
The next morning Jenkins received a letter from the Silver Jasmine Opera Company, and Mr. Nellie invited him to meet this afternoon to talk in detail about the creation of the new opera.
I told Dad about it at the antique shop, and Dad was very supportive, so Jenkins got another half-day off.
His current method of accumulating spirits is still to copy the incomplete stele in the black and white photo, and this method can only be used for gifters below level 4. Jenkins has recently planned to find a good opportunity to declare that he has reached level 3, in case one day he reaches level 4, he will not be able to continue to improve for a long time.
Regarding the matter of vampires, since his father would not let him interfere, he did not ask his father for the latest status.
But according to the conversation with Miss Bevanna last night, there are reasons to believe that a powerful vampire creature has indeed sneaked into the city. This is not a recent incident, because according to the existing clues, it was easy to find a few infected people. This shows that the blood-sucking species has appeared in Nolan for a long time, but it suddenly appeared for some reason a few days ago. It was only after the killing ring was exposed that it leaked out.
The place where I met Mr. Nelly was Nolan's local Quill Writers Club. I haven't seen him for a few days, and he seems to have lost a lot of weight.
"Are you still adapting to life in Nolan City? I heard that you spend most of your time in Cheslan Kingdom handling business, and rarely travel here."
"Compared to the south, it's indeed a bit colder here. But it's not a big deal. Nolan City has a high rate of steam pipeline laying. In the early years, I was doing business in the Kingdom of Hampavo..."
Due to the accent, Jenkins couldn't hear what he was saying in the second half of the sentence, but it was probably a complaint there.
According to the verbal agreement on the train last time, Mr. Nellie was willing to exchange shares in the opera company in exchange for Jenkins to write a new play for it. This matter itself was doubtful, and Jenkins was thinking about it at the time. How could he have thought that Mr. Nellie would bring the contract directly this time.
It was a well-done contract, and even Jenkins, an outsider, could see that it was covered in such detail that it was almost as if Mr. Nellie was begging Jenkins to sign it.