Take care of a strange man who has never met, but is comatose on the road, let alone two young girls.
This is undoubtedly a fantasy under any circumstances, but it did happen.
Maybe it was something wrong when Alisha saw the man at the first sight, her sympathy was activated like never before. Perhaps it was Aisharo's absolute confidence in her strength, she didn't care what a thin tramp could do, she planned to pull him back and throw him some food, and let him rest overnight in a windless place under the eaves , is the greatest favor.
But no matter what, the two did bring this person back.
Very weird.
When Aisharo came to her senses, she was sitting in her kitchen with her younger sister, watching the man lying on the table wolfing down food.
"It looks like he's starving." Alisha whispered to her sister, and the two sisters sat side by side, both a little speechless.
"What's going on?" Aisharo glanced at his sister, completely confused about how he allowed this dirty homeless man to enter his home, and then sat and ate carelessly.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality." The homeless man bowed his head sincerely to express his thanks, smiling, his demeanor was not that of a homeless man at all, but a polite British gentleman.
"My name is Puxiu. I'm sorry to disturb your life. I'll leave right away." The tramp said politely that he would leave immediately.
"Mr. Puxiu, you are not a tramp, are you?" Arisa was interested in this guy with a good temperament and a good talk. At the age of sixteen, she is now very curious. She feels that there must be an unknown story about this gentleman, and her curiosity is even stronger for a while.
"Can you tell us about your past? Judging from your speech and behavior, you should have been a well-educated person, right?"
Asaro hesitated to speak, she always felt that this person was a little abnormal.
"Sorry, I have some natural things that attract you, this is my negligence, and it is also the self-protection ability of our family." The general monk smiled bitterly, "I am in a big trouble now, the best The way is to leave immediately, otherwise I’m afraid it will cause you a lot of trouble.”
"My sister is very powerful!" Arisa has seen her sister's tough side. It's a trivial matter to win a sword with bare hands, and there is not a lot of experience in dealing with guns head-on. Aisharo has been honed by the elite of the White Phoenix. master. She is a genius herself, even if someone with average strength has a gun, she is far from her opponent.
"Don't say that. There are many people who are better than me. Uncle Thomas' Garen is better than me." She once heard that Garen also practiced fighting every day, and she had practiced sparring when she found it. She was definitely not Garen. Long's opponent, in terms of fighting, Garen's strength has reached an extremely professional level.
"But my sister is really powerful." Alisha opened her eyes wide.
"I think I should go." Priest stood up suddenly, and only then did the two notice that his accent had a strong British accent.
Priest is wearing a tattered gray cloth jacket, jeans and shoes are all gray and black, and their original white background can only be vaguely seen.
He quickly walked to the kitchen window, and looked out through the curtain slightly raised, and the approaching sound of a car engine could be faintly heard outside.
"coming."
"Is someone trying to harm you? Mr. Puxiu." Aisharo saw that his nervousness was not fake, "Do you need to call the police? The mayor's sheriff is also our acquaintance."
"It's useless if the police come." Priest Puxiu smiled wryly, "It's too late, I'm leaving first, thank you for the dinner."
He quickly walked to the window on the other side of the kitchen, opened the curtains of the window with a snap, and with a light leap, he flew out of the window and disappeared instantly.
The two sisters thought they were dazzled, so Arisa rubbed his eyes and looked around, but he still couldn't find the general.
"Don't think about it." Aisharo quickly calmed down after experiencing strong winds and waves. She thought of many supernatural phenomena in the rumors, and her heart suddenly became vigilant.
She went over and quickly closed the window and drew the curtains.
"Go wash up and go to bed, just pretend that we have never seen this Mr. Puxu."
Arisa and her sister had fled together for several years, so they naturally knew the importance. Hearing this, he nodded obediently and didn't ask any more questions.
After the two sisters washed up with their own concerns, they quietly went back to the room and fell asleep. But the figure of Mr. Puxiu always lingered in their minds.
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"Raphael, another blood race has come in."
In a basement in the town, two young women were standing behind Raphael, watching her quietly reviewing some documents on the table. The candlelight was flickering, emitting a layer of light golden halo continuously, and the halo emitted by this layer of light just surrounded the three of them, not much, not less. Form a weird spherical space.
"Which camp is it from?" Raphael picked up a document and asked casually.
"There are people from the Ming Party and the Secret Party." A black woman with many braids answered in a low voice.
"The person who chased and killed the blood of the red moon?" Rafael frowned, and suddenly felt very tricky. "Grandma told me that the battle between the two parties has now reached a fever pitch, and we cannot rashly get involved."
"Then we just let the blood race people run around in the town? This is against our rules." Another white woman said dissatisfied. Her brother was once sucked to death by the blood secret party, so after she became a witch, she hated the blood secret party like never before. He is also a consistent supporter of the hawkish attitude towards the blood secret party.
"This matter is not a trivial matter." Rafael turned his face sideways, his long golden hair shining brightly under the candlelight. "With the blood of the Red Moon, as long as one of them survives, the dead disciple Hong Yue will not die, so the blood race with the blood of the dead disciple must be killed to completely erase the existence of the Red Moon. On this point, secret It is impossible for the party to retreat, especially now that their strength has increased greatly and there are two dead disciples."
"It is impossible for them to compromise, so if we refuse, it may trigger a war. This is not something that I, a regional leader, can decide."
Raphael stopped talking.
"Inform them of our rules, as long as we don't wantonly break them, we can tolerate them. Otherwise, in order to survive, we will go to war. This is our bottom line."
"clear."
The two women left the aperture with different expressions and walked out of the basement.
Rafael turned his head and looked ahead in the darkness.
"grandmother."
It was pitch black, and in the shadows, an old woman sitting in a metal wheelchair slowly emerged.
She was sitting in a wheelchair, her face was covered with bark-like folds, but her eyes were very young, like the eyes of a teenage girl, clear and pure, as blue as the sea.
"Your decision is correct." The old woman nodded and said, "We can't get involved in the civil war of blood clans. This is an abnormal storm, an unprecedented huge storm, and it is likely to determine the future of the world. Before the mother of lions did not make a statement , none of us can do anything to cross the line."
"What revelation does the mother of lions have?" Raphael asked.
"All the people in charge have not contacted her old man. The prophecy tells us that we still need to wait." The old woman replied in a low voice. "Before you break through to reach the upper witch, don't be impulsive. Your talent is the most powerful I have ever seen, and it is also the most promising to break through to the upper rank."
Rafael nodded silently.
Many of the heads of these areas, especially the fringe areas, are at the level of a median witch, which means that they are comparable to the median strength of a vampire. This sounds weak, but it's actually quite normal and not overly strong.
Generally, vampires are the most common vampires who appear in the battle. The production of these cannon fodder is irrelevant to the blood race, and the consumption is very little. But real blood races are much rarer. They are powerful and noble, and because of their rarity, they all live a leisurely and wealthy life, and they will not easily reveal their identities. They are more integrated into human life, enjoying and playing with life.
They have a long life and great power, and many of them are high-ranking officials with respected status. No one is willing to give up such a comfortable life. This is why the blood clan of the Ming Party far exceeds the blood clan of the Secret Party. Who would want to have a peaceful and good life, but go and fight and kill
Therefore, 90% of those who are really active outside are vampires. Occasionally, there will be conflicts between lower vampires for restraint and witches.
In such an environment, a mid-level witch belongs to an extremely powerful level of power.
Most witches can only reach the level of apprentices, and those with better aptitude can reach the lower ranks. This level means the ability to deal with lower-ranked blood races. It already belongs to the level of extraordinary power.
There is at most one out of a hundred such witches, and they belong to the backbone of combat power. And it will take a long time to accumulate strength.
And Rafael is only twenty years old now, and has already reached the peak of the median witch, and has mastered the powerful witches of the Grandall witch family, and has been unanimously respected and respected by witch leaders in other regions. The title of Will of the Sun is not given away for free, but obtained through actual test battles.
"I understand." Raphael nodded.
The old woman nodded in satisfaction, and her figure sank into the darkness again.
Only Rafael was left to meditate silently.
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Vaja, USA,
11:22 am the next morning
On the highway between Baika City and Grando
In a city white bus bound for Grando.
The whole car was drowsy, and most of them dozed off in the mild sunlight.
Garen sat in his seat, looking at the plains, roads, vehicles, and the occasional travelers on motorcycles passing by outside the window.
He got off the plane and transferred directly. After several transfers, he finally got on this tourist bus full of people going to Grande. Although it was a bit slow, it could be reached directly and saved a lot of worry.
He was still holding the ancient scroll in his hand, but his mind was not on it.
(end of this chapter)