Standing in front of the passionate big bed, Francis slowly straightened the bow on the neckline.

Under his pale face, his blood-red lips curled slightly, showing pale teeth and a satisfied smile.

The woman lying on the big bed behind him was also smiling. Although her eyes were closed, she smiled sweetly and happily, as if she was indulged in an unparalleled dream.

"Good night, my baby!"

Francis threw a kiss at her, then strode and pushed open the door.

At this moment, the peacock flower tavern is brightly lit.

In the first floor lobby, an Ellander who was busy during the day was exuding his passion.

The bartenders in front of the wine cabinet shook the wine cup at dazzling speed; the lever guys wiped the wine stains and sweat on their chins, and poured them with cheap and choking ale;

The man who was gambled was sitting around the card table, staring at the Gent card and the golden crown beside him;

The maid, like a butterfly, was holding a drink and frosted back and forth in the hall. Occasionally, she was touched by the butt by the hairy hand that came out of nowhere, and then she chuckled with a curse.

"Dong——" The slender fingers of the genuine poet holding the Rut piano suddenly became faster, and the strings quickly plucked, like a trickle of flowing into the river. The little dullness in the hall was washed away, and the musician slammed the organ to respond to the cheerful rhythm and jumped left and right.

The smell of wine, sweat, laughter and dance music intertwined into a blurry night.

Francis stood on the second floor and admired all this, quietly opened his arms and closed his eyes, enjoying it and taking a deep breath.

It's dark

Dancer's gauze skirt

Why not take a nap

Taste this sweetness as spring

After reciting the poem, he shook his head and felt quite narcissistic. "Tonight is a good day, and when the inspiration comes, it can't be stopped!"

He went down the stairs through the crowded stream and walked towards the tavern gate, while turning his fingers to conceive the unfinished poem.

However, halfway through the walk, an arm suddenly stretched out at the table and blocked his way. A young man with dark gold pupils raised his wine glass to him.

"My Excellency Coroner, have a drink together?"

"Oh...When did you come? I didn't notice it at all. It seems that I have been too addicted to beauty recently, making my perception so dull."

Francis sat down in amazement.

"Tell me, witch hunter, what's wrong with suddenly coming to me?"

Roy pushed him the full glasses in his hand.

"I'm just a little curious. You have a good appetite. You have to face a bunch of messy bodies during the day and have the intention to have fun at night. If it were an ordinary person, you wouldn't have the intention at all."

Francis took a sip of the liquor and grinned his mouth and showed his mouth full of teeth.

"It's very simple. In my opinion... the living and the dead have their own beauty, and they are worthy of writing with poetry. And the vibrant young body and the artwork of death can provide me with endless inspiration."

"You are a passionate poet." Roy complimented.

"Of course, in fact, I am a poet first and then a coroner. To me, poetry is the most beautiful existence in this world, surpassing everything."

Francis said emotionally that his voice was emotional and penetrating, and even in this noisy hall, it was very clear.

"Actually, I have a suggestion for you..." Roy said, "The connotation and not always focus on the living and the dead. You can open your eyes and draw inspiration from other aspects."

"For example?"

"For example, nature, like architecture..."

"The most magnificent time is not survival and death..." Francis raised his chest and looked up, "Why should I choose those vulgar subjects?!"

"Okay," Roy shrugged and said directly, "In fact, in my opinion, living people are completely different from dead people. It can even be said that they are no longer the same breed or a race."

"The difference is like a human and a monster..."

Francis wrapped his hands around his chest and listened to him continue, "You see, corpses can lead to genocide plagues and diseases, and may be transformed into destruction puppets by warlocks who study necromancers, and under certain conditions, they are enough to hatch and nourish evil ghosts and ghouls. It can be said that corpses are enemies of living people."

"I almost forgot that you are a witch hunter," Francis collapsed in the chair with a slight desire. "How could the witch hunter have so much time to come to the tavern to drink and exchange poems with me. You are either black or white. There are probably only humans and non-humans in your eyes, and there is only a distinction between killing and not killing, right?"

"You can't agree with my philosophy. But... do you want to correct the idea of ​​an aspiring poet in just a few words?"

"No, no, no..." Roy smiled gently and said his intention, "I just want to remind you not to indulge in death and corpses too much. Don't try to please a living person with death."

"What do you mean?" The coroner suddenly stood up, and the cold breath on his body became even stronger in an instant. The drunkard sitting next to them shrank unconsciously, as if suddenly being attacked by a biting cold wind.

Roy also stood up, drank the glass of wine and let out a sigh of relief.

"I recently discovered something very interesting in Alland. A non-human creature fell in love with a female human with a 'noble' identity. And to express his love, he did a lot of things and acts that ordinary people cannot understand. Of course, the non-human creature I meant not dwarfs or elves."

"I have heard of the female night demon and a human male 'love', but in fact, that stupid man was just a free puppet that provides energy. I have also heard of an ancient high-level vampire who fell in love with a human female and was then played with by this smart human female in applause."

"And now, I think Ellander loves deeper and more infatuated than the first two. For the sake of his lover, he even risked exposing his hiding identity for a long time and committed murders in succession."

"Mr. High-level vampire...I am not the kind of guy who only knows how to shout and kill. Now let's talk openly and peacefully and friendlyly."

Roy's low voice was shattered by the noise and noise around the hall, but he knew that the person opposite could definitely hear it clearly.

The guy opposite suddenly smiled at him, revealing two long canine teeth.

Under the observations of the teenager, the dark gray energy behind Francis formed a human-shaped bat with huge wings on his head.

Francis

Age: 310 years old

Identity: Coroner, poet

High-level vampire (It reveals fangs to you, your eyes pass through the blood-colored disguise, and sees out his essence. He is the top of the vampire, and unlike his primitive kind, his behavior is closer to humans.)

Health:??(Insufficient perception)

magic:??

property:

strength:??

agile:??

constitution:??

Perception: 18

Will: 9

Charm: 7

Spirit:??

Skill:

Blood Hunger??: Higher-level vampires do not rely on blood to survive, but they will become addicted to blood. If they suck blood in battle, they will quickly heal their moderate injuries.

Self-healing??: Garlic, flame, and wooden stakes are all ineffective against high-level vampires. They live very long and have extremely strong self-resilience... Even if they are taken out of their hearts and cut off their heads, they can slowly recover through time consumption. Some particularly powerful individuals can be reborn after a long time even if they are burned to ashes.

To some extent, only the same kind can kill high-level vampires.

Hypnosis??: A high-level vampire uses magic to weave a bewitching word, allowing the target to open his heart and obey his words.

Invisible??: High-level vampires can change the color of their skin at will, integrate with the surrounding environment, and enter an invisible state that is difficult for the naked eye to detect.

Vision??: High-level vampires transform into a group of bats, avoid attacks, and move at high speed.

Calling blood??: High-level vampires can forcefully command nearby low-level vampire creatures: bats, vampire banshees, blood demons... to act as their own thugs.

Blood-cast Body??: The advanced vampire frees all power and turns into a huge bat. In this state, all attributes are improved, they have flying ability, grow sharp teeth and claws, and at the same time they are full of desire to kill, losing most of their sanity.

Inadequate perception, no more information can be obtained.

"Guru."

Roy's face became stiff.
Chapter completed!