The warden who guards the witches

After feeding nearly twenty demon-eating bombs into the body of the agent of death, and beating the opponent with holes, Aiden finally gave up.

The deputy lay motionless on the ground, not even having the strength to crawl.

Aiden was now convinced that the other party had no ability to resist. When he just fell from the sky, the agent did not open the door to the underworld in time to buy himself time. From this point of view, his "psychic" power may have reached its limit long ago.

Kyle controlled the atomization of black bats scattered on the ground, summoned them to himself, and filled the large wounds and lost internal organs on his body. Then he put his clothes back on, wiped it on his neck, and shuddered in pain.

The severe burns caused by the holy water covered half of his face and the entire back. The effect of the holy water produced by the warden was really not overshadowed. Fortunately, compared to the agent whose vital parts were directly eroded by the holy water, his injuries were only temporary. It can be regarded as a skin injury.

His immortality only ensured that he would not die, but it did not allow him to heal naturally from the injuries he suffered. To recover from the injury, he had to replenish his blood.

Of course, this is the same for the agent lying there. All the damage from the demon-eating bullets and holy water is accumulated in his body. Without blood replenishment, his injuries will not recover.

"Kyle, can you please help me move this guy into prison?" Aiden looked at Kyle, "This guy should still be able to use the 'killing' power. Even if you touch him with gloves, it feels like It’s also dangerous.”

There is such a big commotion here, and the inquisitors from the Inquisition Bureau who are patrolling this area should be here soon.

However, considering the power of the agent, it cannot be safely transferred without handling it in advance.

Moreover, Aiden wanted to interrogate him before handing him over to the Inquisition Bureau.

"I'm telling you, Warden, at least half of my injuries are from you. You actually have the nerve to let a seriously injured person like me do such physical work..." Kyle shook his head and spread his hands, "You This is really good at being a good person.”

"I'm sorry, I just wanted this method..." Aiden sensed the other party's dissatisfaction, raised his hand and patted Kyle on the shoulder, "There is a reserve of blood in the prison, drink some first to heal your injuries. "

"That's it?" Kyle snorted coldly.

"Well, how about...all the bounty for capturing the prisoner belongs to you." Aiden gave another compensation plan.

"If you can arrange for me to see Ophelia, the matter just now can be wiped out." Kyle immediately put forward the conditions.

"..." Aiden was stunned for a moment, and he realized that the vampire in front of him had actually already prepared this condition.

"Come on, brother, I just saved your life!" Kyle seized the opportunity to negotiate terms, "Why should you hesitate?"

"Okay, tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, I can arrange the procedures to end Ophelia's observation period early, and you can visit her normally." Aiden breathed a sigh of relief, "After all, your stupid sister is not here today either. It’s considered a meritorious performance.”

"What meritorious service?" This time Kyle was stunned.

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

If he hadn't brought Ophelia's left hand with him, it would have been impossible for him to detect the assassination of Veronica in time.

At this point, Ophelia does remember enough of her previous work.

"Okay, I solved two troublesome things at once, so I'm lucky tonight." Kyle rolled up his sleeves.

…

At the same time, on the border of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, there was a secluded house deep in the forest.

The pale-skinned old man was entertaining guests in his residence.

"I'm really sorry that I don't have snacks to entertain you. After turning into such a cursed body, the only food that can be eaten is blood." The old man said with an apologetic look.

"It's okay, I'm surprised that you actually prepared such good black tea for the guests." The young woman sitting opposite the old man put down the tea cup and adjusted the veil hanging on her face.

"The hobbies I left behind during my lifetime, although I can no longer enjoy the fragrance of black tea like a living person." The old man sighed with regret, "It can be regarded as... a memory of the past. Even if it is only for one day, I want to get it back. The joy of being alive.”

"...and the authority of the ruler." The woman added, "He actually declared that he wanted to rest in peace. The ancestor of the vampire family has a sense of humor than I thought. As a saint of 'death', you must feel it." Death's authority lies. If you want to die, just challenge the God of Death. You actually want to take that authority back in your dreams, right?"

The old man was silent for a while and then said: "That's true. Power, fun, whether it's a person or a god, there are only so many things worth pursuing."

"Then we have a basis for cooperation." The woman seamlessly said, "I can continue to help you."

The old man expressionlessly picked up the teacup - his teacup was filled with bright red blood: "If I remember correctly, not many people who have received your help have died well. And what you did before Everything is not to help me.”

"It seems like you don't like me very much." The woman grinned.

"No, to be honest, I'm very grateful to you. It's thanks to you that Thanatos is like this. You gave me a chance to stand up..." the old man said slowly, "but..."

"but?"

"But what is the price?" The old man looked into the other's eyes, his eyes emitting a terrifying red light, "Who can guarantee that it is me and not you who will snatch the power of 'death' from Thanatos in the end? Even if I get the power in the end, who can guarantee that I will not follow in his footsteps?"

"Don't worry, at least now, I have no interest in the power of 'death'. Even if I get it, I can't digest it." The woman smiled, "Your current ambition is limited to using the power to remove your own curse. At least at this stage... I don't plan to do anything to you."

There was a long silence, and the dim house was dead silent, like a mausoleum.

Finally, the old man spoke: "What do you want?"

"Tell me the whereabouts of the "Wordless Code". That thing has circulated in your hands in the past."

"That power is not something you can digest." The old man narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not going to digest it myself. I plan to give it to others." The woman raised a finger and waved it.

"What kind of deal are you going to make?"

"No, no reward, just a game."

"Game!?" The old man widened his eyes, totally unable to understand.

"Didn't you just say that? There is actually no essential difference between what gods and humans pursue." Across the veil, the woman laughed happily, "This is the fun I want to pursue."