The warden who guards the witches

It was not difficult to find Kyle's temporary residence. As an alien from outside, he registered his current address with the Inquisition after arriving in Silver City.

Moreover, he left a reply address on the letter he sent to Ophelia, which was an affordable hotel only about a quarter of an hour's walk from the Rose Iron Prison, providing a full-week rental service.

The next morning, Aiden found the hotel according to the address, found the corresponding room, and tried to knock on the door.

After several seconds, Aiden did not get any response, so he tried to knock on the door again.

Aiden could not help but suspect that the other party had gone out, and began to hesitate whether to visit another day or find a place nearby to wait for a while.

But before he made up his mind, the door suddenly opened, leaving a gap, and half of a pale and bloodless face appeared behind the gap - it was Kyle Kaoduo.

As soon as he saw the visitor, the other party opened his eyes wide: "Warden?"

"Sorry, did I disturb your rest?" Aiden took off his hat and greeted. His first reaction was that the other party was probably sleeping soundly in bed and was awakened by his knocking on the door.

After all, most vampires are nocturnal. For them, the morning of ordinary people is their night.

"No, no, not at all!" Kyle smiled politely and opened the door, "What wind blew you here?"

"This..." Aiden was about to start a conversation, but suddenly froze.

He noticed that there was another young girl in the room sitting on the edge of the bed smoking.

The girl was wearing a nurse's uniform that was obviously not genuine, with an absurdly small amount of fabric, and a men's suit jacket on her shoulders.

After discovering that the person who appeared at the door was not a hotel service staff but a male visitor, the girl frowned and turned slightly to the side, wrapping her coat tighter to cover the exposed white skin.

Aiden raised his eyebrows at this scene. After taking about a second to understand the situation, he nodded to Kyle: "I'd better come to visit you in the afternoon. You can continue the second half."

"Wait, wait..." Kyle quickly stopped Aiden, "Did you misunderstand something?"

"It's okay, Mr. Kyle, I only manage the prison, not personal behavior. I didn't see anything, so I won't tell anyone. I will still respect other people's privacy." Aiden showed a considerate and polite smile, then bowed slightly, "Goodbye."

"You see, you have completely misunderstood it!?" Kyle He spread his hands, "Please don't think too much, this is just my job, I also need to make money to make a living!"

"My job?" Aiden was slightly stunned, then suddenly realized, and immediately lowered his voice, "It means... you are the one who is paid?"

"No!!" Kyle firmly denied, "I am a photographer! I take pictures for people!"

Kyle pointed to the desk in the room, and Aiden noticed that there was a camera on the table - different from the one he occasionally fiddled with in prison out of interest, Kyle used the kind of professional one used by newspaper reporters.

"Do I need to take a portrait in the room you rent?" Aiden was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Please don't confuse me with those industry scums with bad intentions. I am an immortal vampire, I don't even have **, how could I do such a thing?" Kyle put one hand on his chest and one hand on Aiden's shoulder, looking directly into Aiden's eyes, with righteous words on his face.

"So why in your room?"

"As you can see, the nurse uniform set needs to set up a ward scene. I can't really go to the hospital to borrow the scenery, I will be beaten out." Kyle spread his hands, "It just so happens that the color of the bed in the hotel I live in is very suitable. I just hired models, took photos, and then sold the photos to magazines, that's all. I definitely didn't do anything beyond the line with the models. In this regard, I consider myself the conscience of the industry."

"Sell to magazines?"

"You must have seen "Beep Girl" published by the Autonomous Prefecture. Basically, any adult man here should have seen it!" Kyle said with certainty, "There is also "Flower Gentlemen" published by the Empire, "Little Black Room Collection" published by the Netherlands... I have cooperated with magazines from all over the world, and I sell them loose photos!"

"It seems that all you mentioned just now are adult magazines..." Aiden complained calmly.

No wonder this guy would bribe others with pornographic pictures. It turns out that he is a pornographic picture maker.

"I only pursue artistry!" Kyle insisted.

"Okay, okay, I believe it, I believe it." Aiden raised his hand, "After all, the undead aspect is indeed... But I still have to ask, you should not have violated the taboo, right?"

"How is it possible? Look at the spell on my neck, it's all fine! If you don't believe it, you can confirm it." Kyle raised his head and let Aiden see the circle of spells on his neck.

"Okay." Aiden nodded, "It seems that I disturbed your work, I will visit you later."

"No, no, it just so happens that the shooting is over, just wait for the model to change clothes." Kyle snapped his fingers, "Sorry, Miss Mary, I have an important guest now, how about having a drink in the evening?"

The model sitting in the room glanced at Aiden standing at the door with displeasure, stood up and walked to the corner of the room, pulling up the curtains that had been set up.

After a while, the model changed clothes and left with her bag, and Kyle invited Aiden into the house.

"Haha, there's nothing to entertain guests in the hotel. How about I show you my recent proud work." Kyle said with a dry smile, "The set I just took needs to be washed somewhere, so you can enjoy it." Let’s take a look at my works from the past few days…”

"Let's talk about it later." Aiden waved his hand in refusal.

"Then let me pour you a cup of coffee. Because I have to shoot today, I just asked the hotel to prepare a pot for me." Kyle walked to the table and picked up the pot and cup.

"Have you been busy with this kind of work since you came to the Autonomous Prefecture? I thought you had been busy investigating." Aiden did not sit down, folding his hands and looking at Kyle and asked.

"The premise of the investigation is to have clues. I hope to be busy investigating, but to be honest, except for the good-for-nothing Earl caught in Flower Street, I really can't find any clues." Kyle sighed with his back to Aiden. , "I'm also going to take the time to visit you and ask if there is any progress with the Inquisition."

"There isn't one over there, but there is one here." Aiden started the topic, "Last night, a blood countess from the Blood Moon Order came to my prison and tried to rob it, trying to take Ophelia out of the prison. Take away—"

A crisp crackling sound suddenly sounded, interrupting Aiden's voice - the handle of the cup in Kyle's hand suddenly broke, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.