The warden who guards the witches

"The warden is really in trouble today." At the door of the Inquisition, Kyle took off his hat to Aiden, and then took out an envelope with the wax seal of the Inquisition from the inside of his clothes, "We want this bounty. Not half right?"

"No need, I basically didn't do anything. I deserve it. You captured the person, just keep it to yourself." Aiden refused.

"The warden is really honest and admirable." Kyle smiled, "It seems that if I want to get a chance to see Ophelia from you, I'm afraid it's really hopeless."

"Are you still thinking about that matter?" Aiden frowned slightly, "If you want to see her, just wait until next month after her observation period before coming back to prison - of course, provided that Ophelia doesn't want to go to jail during this period. It’s a crime, but judging from today’s situation, it might be difficult.”

"I understand. Before she became a vampire, she was a willful and troublesome girl. After becoming a vampire, she has no chance to correct herself." Kyle smiled bitterly, "Then please give her a message. Telling her not to be stupid again, to obey the rules, and to live well is better than anything else."

"There's no need to leave such a last-minute message. You'd better write her a letter. Although she can't meet her now, she can still receive the letter." Aiden replied, "And the things you said, I teach every prisoner down there every day.”

"Well, that makes sense." Kyle smiled and nodded, "That's great. Warden, you are indeed a person worth trusting. I feel relieved when you look after that silly girl."

"Let's talk about it first. If she tries to escape from prison with a vicious crime like last time, the next time she is sentenced to a harsher sentence, I'm afraid it will become the death penalty." Aiden reminded expressionlessly.

Kyle was silent for a moment and nodded thoughtfully: "Okay, I will try to persuade her." After that, a polite smile appeared on his face again, "I'm sorry for wasting your time all night. I’ll take my leave here.”

"Wait a moment, Mr. Caoduo..." Aiden saw him turning around and stopped him.

"Oh, you don't have to be so unfamiliar, just call me Kyle." Kyle turned back, "Any other instructions?"

"Forgive me for asking, your ancestor sent you to stop the 'Death Sect', what is your purpose?" Aiden asked.

The Blood Moon Order of the "Death Sect" has basically been determined to be a potential threat, whether it is to himself or to the city.

But the "Original Faction" who came to stop the "Death Faction" may not necessarily be treated as allies.

"Well, personally, I don't actually have any special purpose. I just act according to the orders of that adult." Kyle smiled and spread his hands, "However, that adult probably wants to eliminate his own curse and get it completely." Get relief, he has been looking forward to finding peace for a long, long time."

"Tranquility? You mean... that kind of thing?" Aiden didn't quite understand it for a moment.

"Yes, he wants to die like an ordinary person. He has lived too long and is tired of living as a monster in the world."

"Isn't it better to commit suicide?" Aiden was even more confused.

"Unfortunately, the ancestor... cannot die." Kyle shook his head, "Unlike us derivatives, he is immortal in the true sense. Even if his body is completely crushed, burned into ashes, and then scattered Around the world, those ashes will gradually gather together and become living creatures, even if this process takes several years. If there is enough blood, his body will recover in an instant, and even he will not be able to find it. A way to kill yourself."

When Aiden heard this, he couldn't help but think of the resurrection ability Abigail traded with him.

The strange resurrection ability of the ancestor of the blood clan is completely beyond the scope of black magic.

Kyle mentioned earlier that the ancestor's curse came from the God of Death, so could the power of this immortal body also be the effect of the power of "death"?

"Letting an immortal individual die sounds like something that can only be done by a god in charge of death." Aiden commented, "But your ancestors want to fight against the god of death?"

"After all, his curse seems to have been given by the God of Death. It is impossible for their relationship to be good." Kyle said in a relaxed tone.

Aiden nodded wordlessly, but an idea came to his mind.

Does the ancestor who is an enemy of the ruler of the power of "death" really just want to die?

In this world, the most likely and reasonable purpose of deliberately making an enemy of a god is to pull the other person off the throne of God and replace him.

After saying goodbye to Kyle, Aiden watched Kyle get into a taxi, but instead of taking the car home, Aiden turned and walked towards the prison.

The Blood Moon Order, the internal conflicts of the blood clan, the serial murder cases... After suddenly learning so many things, it would be difficult to go home tonight and sleep peacefully as if nothing had happened.

There is a vampire who has investigated the Fengyang Mother Goddess Cult, and this matter is likely to be related to him.

But if you insist on talking about it, it's not just about him.

Now he needs to find a safe place to meet another associated person.

"Warden, haven't you already gone back? Have you forgotten something?" The prison guard on duty couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw the leader who had already left work running back late at night.

"Suddenly I remembered that I had some work that I forgot to deal with." Aiden responded vaguely and went straight back to his office.

Then, he took out the Great Witch Certificate that Abigail gave him and began to call Abigail's name in his heart.

A few seconds later, Abigail's voice came out: "It's rare that you would take the initiative to call me."

"I want to discuss something with you alone. Is it convenient for us to meet?" Aiden asked.

Abigail was silent for a long time, and the gray mist in the certificate suddenly surged.

Aiden was wrapped in the gray mist again, and then was "transferred" to Abigail's summoning space.

Then he was stunned.

Although it was still a space with gray fog rolling around, there was no long table full of pumpkin lanterns as usual. The space was empty, with only thin white mist floating around - these white mists floated around lazily and casually, unlike the gray mist that kept rolling created by the spell projection, it looked like water vapor in an ordinary bathroom.

He sat in an office chair, and in front of him was a huge bathtub covered by gray fog.

Abigail was sitting in the bathtub, her figure looming in the gray mist, as if separated by a layer of gray gauze.

"Where is this?" Aiden suddenly realized that he seemed to be in an inappropriate place.

"As you can see..." Abigail answered very calmly, "It's my bathroom."