After waking up

The narrow alleyway allowed a group of people to line up and walk away. The crowd was obviously panicked, their steps were very fragmentary, and some people fell down.

"ah"

"Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~"

Someone screamed again from behind the team, and the fire flickered a few times along with the sound of gunfire.

"We can't keep running like this, they are already targeting us! We have to find a place to hide."

A bystander kicked open the door of a house next to the alley.

"Quick, go this way!"

The remaining people entered the door one after another, and then walked through the room in the other direction.

There were no residents in this house, and it seemed very quiet. The leader deliberately lagged a few steps behind and looked nervously at the door they entered.

After waiting for a few seconds, a black shadow suddenly fell from above. The strong man in the lead immediately pulled the trigger without thinking.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Flames burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and three bullets hit the black shadow in an instant, but the black shadow seemed to have expected it, and even flashed into the room when it fell, and the speed was unbelievably fast.

It's just that the bullets this time were obviously not ordinary bullets. The silver tracks formed by the three bullets actually twisted slightly as the black shadow moved.

It was like three silver poisonous snakes biting the black shadow in an instant, and shot into his body and turned rapidly.

"Puff puff"

"ah--"

The black shadow let out a shrill scream, the sound was much more exaggerated than the people who had just disappeared, and the place where it was hit had burning fire spreading rapidly like cracks in the flesh and blood.

"Ah - what is this? Ah -"

The shadow screamed and struggled, leaving scratch marks on the wall.

"boom--"

The terrifying man was directly blown to pieces, and his flesh and blood had been burned away in the process of flying.

"Ho, ho, ho"

The leading man and the people around him were breathing rapidly. He looked down at the revolver in his hand and finally understood how powerful this thing was.

Moore, who was slightly behind, also stayed where he was. At first, he was protected and taken away most of the time, and he had never really experienced the battle in the extraordinary world. Only when he saw this situation did he know the bullet Handel had left for him. How precious.

"Let's go now!"

Moore was the first to react and reminded everyone, and everyone immediately recovered and left quickly.

Perhaps it was because the three shots just had their effect, no one disappeared during the subsequent travels.

Soon after everyone left the empty house, three more figures came to the door of the alley. They looked at the scorched marks on the wall, and their expressions were obviously not very good.

"What was that just now? Why is it so powerful?"

"Even a silver bullet shouldn't be this powerful!"

"There should be a hidden sharpshooter among them, and he used special bullets. I didn't expect them to be hiding at this time!"

"Didn't you say they are all ordinary people?"

"We can't lose them. Maybe we have to notify the master to deal with it."

On the other side, Moore and others hurriedly ran out of the narrow area, then re-selected the route and kept moving, finally arriving at a large factory on the edge of the city.

A worker met at the small gate of the factory and led everyone inside the factory.

Although it was dark night, the sound of machines was still roaring in this parts processing factory. Obviously, at night, even though there seemed to be a perverted murderer in the city, the factory still did not stop production.

Soon, Moore and others arrived at a remote workshop, where hundreds of strong workers were waiting for him.

"Mr. Moore!" "Mr. Moore is here!"

"Mr. Moore, are you okay?"

"Are you injured?"

The workers were extremely concerned about Moore's situation, and when they arrived here, the group relaxed a lot, as if they felt that they were out of danger, and there were more people here, which naturally gave people a sense of security.

"Don't worry, I'm fine! Please keep quiet!"

"Mr. Moore, I heard that those monsters are in the same group as the nobles of Doya, right?"

"It must be, they are scared and use these things to deal with us!"

"Don't worry, everyone. As long as I leave Doya, I believe those monsters will leave too."

"We don't want you to leave!" "Mr. Moore!"

"Don't be too selfish, you have to think about Mr. Moore's safety!"

The leading man said this.

The man who protected Moore all the way was very burly. He was the same big man who found trouble in the hotel when Moore first arrived here, but now he has lost some fat and gained some muscles. At this moment, he returned the gun in his hand to Moore.

"Mr. Moore, this gun is very powerful. You can use it to defend yourself. We will leave the city immediately until dawn."

"Yes, Mr. Moore cannot be put in danger."

The workers were very excited because Moore's presence united everyone and forced local capital to improve their treatment.

On the other side, Mulan and Charles had chased to the factory area as fast as possible. Seeing the lights inside and hearing the roar of the steam engine inside, they knew that the factory was still producing at night.

"Inside?"

"I hope so."

Mulan and Charles did not hesitate, let alone enter through normal channels. They went around to one side and jumped into the factory area. They entered directly looking for the feeling. At this distance, Mulan could already feel Moore. My own breath.

Outside a remote warehouse factory, several workers were guarding here. The arrival of Mulan and Charles obviously attracted their attention, because they were dressed very well in suits and vests.

"Who are you?" "Two noble gentlemen, are you lost?"

Mulan looked at Ciel.

"Look, someone is calling you noble master again."

"I am!"

"Excuse me, is Mr. Moore here?"

Several workers were instantly nervous.

"What Mr. Moore?" "That's not what the owner of the factory is called."

Whether it was the expressions on the workers' faces or the aura that Mullan sensed, it was clear that Moore was inside.

The shadows around Mulan spread, and several workers suddenly became stiff and couldn't even speak. Then Mulan and Charles walked to the workshop, opened the door and walked in.

The sound of the door opening immediately attracted the attention of the people inside. Hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the door, while Moore and others were already hidden.

"Who are you?" "What are you doing here?"

"We're all taking a break!"

Mulan glanced around and looked at the corner where Moore was hiding. There were wooden packaging boxes over there.

"Mr. Moore, there's no need to hide. We're not here to hurt you. Is the alchemical silver bullet Brooke gave you still useful?"

Hearing this, Moore, who was hiding in the dark, came out. He looked at the two people who had been surrounded by workers under the dim gas light. Although one of them looked unfamiliar, it gave him a familiar feeling.

"Mr. Moore, we meet again."

Upon hearing this, Moore's eyes widened slightly and he asked in disbelief.

"Are you, Mr. X?"

"Yes, that's me. Thank you for making me wake up. Oh, by the way, you forgot to bring your book."

Mullan said as he handed over the book left by Moore, who trotted over with obvious excitement.

"Give way, everyone, give way. This is my friend, our friend!"

Hearing Moore say this with excitement, the people around him were obviously relieved.

Moore took the book and saw Mulan coming, and a sense of security suddenly arose in his heart.

"Mr.

"Yes, there are some monsters, we already know about them, but the ones you met should only be minor characters."

That scary thing is a minor role?

The people around looked at each other, but at this moment, Charles took the pistol from Moore's hand, pushed the chamber and looked at it.

"Specially made alchemical silver bullets are a bit of a waste when dealing with blood slaves. In fact, ordinary weapons can also effectively kill them, but this one is safer."

"Who is this?"

Ciel smiled and bowed with the customary Dawn Salute.

"Dear Mr. Moore, like Mr. X, I am an observer. You can call me Baron."

Damn it, this guy installed it?

Mulan glanced at Charles without paying much attention, and directly stated his intention.

"Mr. Moore, we are here to hope that you will leave Bach temporarily, and it is best to go to Ilhan as soon as possible."

Moore was stunned for a moment, and then said immediately.

"I received a telegram from my students a while ago saying that an uprising broke out in Ilhan, but the specifics are not yet clear."

"Yes, in the Shirkin area, your students and the Workers' Party led the workers to revolt, but they were still too naive. I hope you can go to Shirkin in person. This precious opportunity cannot be missed."

Moore was keenly aware of some hidden meanings in Mullan's words.

“Mr.

"Yes, several companions who were passing by happened to encounter Shirkin's uprising. They noticed the justice of the Workers' Party and the dangers they might encounter, and decided to stay and observe temporarily."

Just when Mulan finished speaking, Charles suddenly frowned and turned towards the door of the workshop. Mulan stopped talking.

"Here they come. It seems that they are really coming for Mr. Moore. He smells like an immature guy. How about I take action this time?"

Today, Charles has already entered reality, and with the help of the power of dawn, he has reverse-repaired the Book of Blood, and interacted with Farrow Lynch, and has embarked on the most orthodox path of a different-blooded person in ancient times. Ordinary low-level vampires have no hope for him. He said the flaws were too obvious and he really didn't take them seriously.

"Okay, but try to be more agile with your hands."

"Don't worry, things are different now."

As soon as Charles finished speaking, seven people fell down from the ventilation skylight in the workshop. The first six squatted slightly before landing, while the seventh one fell straight to the ground as if violating the principles of mechanics.

The seven people who came in had strange auras, six of them had a slight red light in their eyes, and the seventh person in the middle was holding a goblet filled with red liquid.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Moore, right? I'm sorry that we first met in such a dirty place."

The man held the wine glass gracefully and bowed slightly. When he straightened up, he licked his lips with his scarlet tongue.

"Out of respect for you, even for a human as old as you, I will try to taste blood."

"Monster!" "What do you want to do to Mr. Moore?"

"Don't even think about hurting Mr. Moore!"

Everyone around him was excited. Although he was scared, no one backed away.

Mullan stretched out a hand to stop Moore, and at this moment, Charles beside him smiled. He walked out of the crowd of workers with an elegant gait, moving the joints of his hands as he walked, and taking off his hat at the same time. , casually threw it and hung it on a protruding wooden bar on the wall of the workshop.

"Who are you?"

The vampire seemed to have just noticed Ciel, and could feel that this man was unusual.

"Oh, I am an observer. Of course, sometimes I will beat people if my hands are itchy. You are the kind of person who makes me unhappy. Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot. Vampires don't deserve to be called human beings."

"you"

The vampire's eyes glowed with scarlet magic.

"How dare you blaspheme the nobles of the night! Kill me."

The vampire's pupils dilated slightly, and the Ciel in his eyes gradually faded away, indicating that what he saw was not his true form. At this moment, Ciel's face suddenly appeared in front of the vampire's eyes.

"Oh, I didn't expect bloodline suppression to be so effective, it made your reaction slow!"

"Tick-tock~tick-tock"

The blood fell drop by drop.

"Uh-huh."

The vampire made a hoarse voice but could not speak. His vision returned to focus and he saw a familiar figure in front of him. There was a flat cut on the neck of this figure.