Vigima is outskirts.

The morning mist covers the clear sky with a layer of gauze. Outside the lush meadow, a stream flows happily.

The green birch forest attracted the attention of the witch hunters after the gurgling water.

"Well, this is the latest crime scene."

The witch hunter said to the crow on his left shoulder, "Maybe there are some clues left?"

"Quake..." Golfin Crow pecked his arm in agreement, and Roy patted his little head, "Start it for me."

"Qua!" The crow flapped his wings and flew high, quickly landing on the canopy of a birch tree. His dark pupils looked around alertly, jumping from one branch to another from time to time.

It's like a lively little detective.

Roy straightened the ribbons wrapped in the gray cloak on his chest, crossed the grass and streams, his pupils were like wild beasts blooming in the dark night, and there were ribbons floating in the air, buried in the grass, either sticky or light.

The footprints mixed with blood, body fluids, excrement, and densely packed with humans and animals... red, green, gray, and are filled with various colors.

It was like splashing a canvas with emerald green as the background, sprinkling a tank of colorful dyes.

"Not the breath of a high-level vampire... This is normal, it comes and goes like the wind, and ordinary people can do nothing about it."

The witch hunter squatted down and carefully separated a cluster of tender grass with his hands down, revealing a uniformly distributed patch of blood, dark brown dot-like, and he moved his nose.

"The blood of the young man... is consistent with what Kalkestan described... not over twenty years old, he was attacked when he came here to collect the fish basket, and the blood was splattered... At this point, his artery blood vessels ruptured." Roy walked to the next part closer to the woods, with a rich ribbon, opened the grass and found the second place, the third place... the fifth place splattered blood.

Unlike throwing, dripping blood, the splattering is usually the first time the wound sputters.

In other words, the murderer injured him in multiple different locations.

"If the perpetrator is a low-level vampire driven by instinct, the first attack will paralyze the poor man, and the second time you can tear him to pieces, and at most two breaths, you can end the battle. This kind of blood stain distribution will not occur."

Roy rubbed his chin and looked around the grass... A long and gentle cicada chirping came from the birch forest, and the breeze blew, and the green branches waved to him.

A thought suddenly arose in his mind.

"'It's deliberately torture prey... and keep hurting it, screaming in fear... but the blood obtained in this way does not meet the taste of ordinary high-level vampires."

Roy browsed a book about vampires in Kylemohan, "Human Village: The Establishment and Growth of Crowds".

According to the book, humans secrete excessive dethyroxine and cortisol when they are afraid, which can lead to worsening of the blood flavor.

It makes most advanced vampires dislike it.

So why does it do this?

Roy frowned, not having a clue for the time being.

In addition, most of the traces at the scene have been cleaned up by villagers, investigators, and wild animals in the woods, or confused.

...

According to information revealed by Kalkstan, the high-level vampire committed five bloody crimes in one month, all located in a remote and deserted place outside Vigima.

The next crime scene was also a wilderness several miles away from the village... Roy took Golfing and flew into the sky to explore the way, and the other ran on the ground, and soon arrived at the destination - a small hill covered with Myrtle.

The wind caresses gently, and the green leaves all over the mountains tremble slightly.

Roy opened the witch hunter senses and searched in the bushes.

As expected, there are no traces left by high-level vampires.

Similar to the first place, there are surprisingly many splattered blood.

Before his death, the prey was teased and tortured by hunters.

And the smell of blood - "A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, as delicate as flowers, and picky taste."

"Once, it can be said to be a coincidence, twice, the murderer deliberately..." Roy picked two purple-black mountain twisters from the heavy branches of Myrtle, threw one into his mouth, and the other into the air.

"Gu" Amid the loud squeal, a black shadow flew past like lightning.

Golfind fell on the beech branch with berries in his mouth, raised his long beak, swallowed the neck with a visible naked eye, and swallowed the fruit directly.

"Whether this possibility exists, it is a psychopath... It kills people not just for food, it takes pleasure from torture and torture."

Roy took a deep breath and couldn't help but feel the air was cold a few degrees.

High-level vampires have power and lifespan far beyond ordinary people.

Although there are some individuals who abide by the rules of human society, such as the coroner Francis, whom the Queen of Night and Roy had met several times.

But in fact, most high-level vampires only regard humans as a kind of low-level animal, where their food is sourced, and they can laugh at the slaves they play with at will.

They look down on humans.

Therefore, schools of cage raising, mountain raising, humanistic care raising and other schools were born.

...

Just as some humans enjoy hunting wild animals such as wild boars, wolves, and deer.

Correspondingly, some high-level vampires also seek pleasure by torture humans.

However, in the past century, most advanced vampires have disappeared. They are even more hidden in mountains, wilderness, deep caves, or human society.

Their ability to disguise as humans is comparable to that of a shapeshift monster.

Under normal circumstances, the witch hunter's badges cannot detect their magic fluctuations.

In the north, this blatant and provocative hunting has not occurred for a long time.

Roy personally speculated that this had something to do with some order from their leader, Shadow Elder.

...

"So this high-level man is an unruly madman and an invader..." The witch hunter stood at the top of the hillside, his eyes crossing the mountains of myrtle, beech, green grass, and the sparse villages in the distance. The more he thought about it, the more he could do this. "The Queen of Night was angry because of this, and did not even communicate, and directly found Karkstan to buy 'black blood' to deal with this arrogant high-level vampire!"

"Maybe I should try my best to get it right away, rather than hand it over to Kalkstan." He lowered his head, but suddenly noticed an abnormality under his feet.

"Well...what is this?"

The witch hunter's eyes narrowed, and he squatted down at the root of a beech, and grabbed a small and exquisite mushroom with both hands.

The size of a fingernail, a bright red umbrella cover, and a white stalk.

Abbreviated as "red umbrella, white pole."

Roy's eyes became deep.

"The fluorescent mushrooms in the cave..." he thought, and for the most sense, this type of mushroom should not exist near this hillside.

But it is not ruled out that it was carried by wild beasts in the mountains to the vicinity.

He blew a loud whistle, and Golfin immediately circled around the hillside.

No cave was found.

Roy kept his heart secretly.

...

Half an hour later, the witch hunter crossed the grassland, winding streams, small earth buns, approached the third place of the five crime scenes - lush branches and leaves, hanging on nuts, and surrounded by clearings in the forest.

However, it was still more than a hundred meters away from the destination. He suddenly stopped and half-squatted his body and hid in a bunch of redbuds.

And the Golfin Crow flew to a branch in front of him as if nothing had happened, cleared his feathers, and quietly looked at the crowd below.

There were six people in the sycamore forest, five of whom were wearing silver and white steel armor, scarlet cloaks, with white rose emblem on their left shoulders, and long swords were slung around their waists.

He was tall and strong, and he should be the knights of the White Rose Knights of Vigima. They were searching around the entire woods and digging three feet to search.

And before them, there was another woman in the center.

She was wearing a hunting suit that was easy to move - a tight leather jacket with complex patterns embroidered in amber, decorated with a blue vest and a red-brown middle finger sleeve. She slit her chest slightly exposed a delicate skin.

Plus slim fittings and light-rooted deerskin boots support the body's shape.

She also looks very outstanding.

Her long, red-brown hair is pinned behind her head, her eyes are as blue as cornflowers, her nose is slightly raised, her cheeks are dotted with freckles, and a beauty mole on the corner of her mouth. Her temperament is a bit like a girl who is not well-versed in the world.

The sky-blue heart-shaped pendant with silver and diamonds inlaid on her chest shaking gently as she turned her head.

Looks playful and sexy.

Tris Merligord

Age: 41

Gender: Female

Identity: Warlock, Royal Consultant of the Termolia

...

"How did Tris come to trench this muddy water?" Roy, who was hiding in the bushes, rubbed his chin. "The five mutilation incidents in the suburbs have attracted the attention of Vigima's upper class?"

"Yes, this is what Yada asked me to do!" He thought,

"This royal adviser is assisting the White Rose Knights to track down the murderer."

Tris, Tris, you don't know what terrible things you are facing.
To be continued...