"Hey, hey, little brat, was your brain damaged by Jacques?"

In the dungeon, the person who said these words to Thales was not Lausanne II who was laughing sarcastically, but Miss Hilley, who was standing aside with her hands on her hips and frowning.

She raised her hands in disbelief:

"That's all for being pedantic. What else do you want to do now? Reformulate murderers?"

Thales pursed his lips politely and exhaled amidst Lausanne II's nearly dying laughter.

"Of course not," he looked thoughtfully at the vampire killer whose laughter was fading, "no one in this world can be influenced, only you can awaken."

"Tsk, tsk," Healey responded with a disdainful snort, "It would be a pity if you don't go to church and become a preacher."

Thales didn't answer, he just turned his head and smiled at Hilley.

"Who do you think you are, little brat?"

The prisoner's voice sounded at the right time:

“Mohasa, the prophet who saves people in distress?”

Lausanne II, who had had enough laughter, tried his best to raise his head with a ruthless look on his face:

"Am I hopeless? Can I be influenced? Can I wake up? What the hell are you doing?"

The locked vampire killer seemed to have received the greatest insult in his life, and he made a rare rude statement:

"Or do you think that as a prince, let alone rescuing people in need, someone should be rushing to drink from the chamber pot every night and be grateful to everyone?"

After the words fell, Miss Kevin Deere on the other side raised her eyebrows, showing an expression of disgust, and deliberately reached out and slapped her nose.

Thales frowned.

Well, it's not a good start.

Thales sighed and brushed his hair.

Ignoring Hilley's disdainful expression and Lausanne II's cold gaze, he sat on the floor without feeling dirty and stared at the killer thoughtfully.

"As the judge of the old Duke's assassination case, the late Grand Inquisitor Brennan was also on the revenge list Federico gave you, so you broke into his house."

Lausanne II snorted coldly.

Thales' eyes were complicated:

"But you didn't hurt anyone else that night - the gardener, the cook, the housekeeper, the servants, not even the neighbor's dog."

"Because they are smart enough to know not to block my way," the killer said coldly, "What do you think happened to their employer?"

Xi Lai chuckled, made a face in an invisible direction, and shook her head repeatedly.

But Thales was still serious, he just stared at Lausanne II extremely seriously:

"Grand Inquisitor Brennan died by taking poison himself."

Lausanne II smiled maliciously.

"That bad old man planned to have a drink with me with poisoned wine to outwit the suspect, but he didn't expect that I would drink a full glass of wine and nothing would happen." The killer's expression was ferocious. "It's his turn to have a drink. You say,

Does he drink or not?"

Thales looked at the other person with no expression on his face.

Lausanne II suppressed his smile, his eyes were cold:

"Fortunately, he drank it: if it fell into my hands, I would torture him to the point of death."

Hilley raised his eyebrows and rubbed his gloves intentionally or unintentionally.

Thales didn't speak, he just sighed:

"Based on tips from the public, we discovered the hiding place that you and Federico have been hiding in Tomb Street these past few days."

Lausanne II remained calm:

"Why, do you still want me to praise you?"

"It was a building materials warehouse. There were many chains in the isolated secret room." Thales ignored his sarcasm. "It is said that when you are thirsty for blood and lose your mind, you will lock yourself there to avoid

Hurt others.”

Xi Lai frowned slightly and looked at the inhuman captive in front of her.

The dungeon was quiet for a moment.

"Avoid harm? Ha," Lausanne II said disdainfully, "During that time, in order to kill people, I drank a lot of blood."

But Thales shook his head:

"Both Federico and the Corleone family offered to supply human blood so that you could take action, but you refused them both."

"Why, are vampires who don't drink blood weird? I've even seen Northlanders who don't drink!"

"Even if you have to go out to grab blood food," Thales continued, "you will only pick out the lone scum of the Blood Bottle Gang and the Brotherhood, especially the extremely vicious and carefree ones..."

A lone scumbag...

Hearing this phrase, Lausanne II was in a trance.

"It doesn't have to be carefree," he said suddenly, "even the scum in the gutter will still have relatives and friends."

There will be people who are willing to avenge them and look forward to death.

No matter how funny or stupid the scene looks.

Xi Lai's expression changed slightly, and he began to look at the prisoner in front of him with a different look.

Thales narrowed his eyes:

"During that time, the two gangsters were so panicked and nervous that they would rather make less money and finish work early every day, which actually made the security officers feel a lot more relaxed."

The killer came back to his senses and sneered:

"Then why didn't I see you award me the Honorary Citizen Award?"

Hilley, who had been staring at Lausanne II for observation, turned his head at this moment, shrugged and shook his head.

But Thales refused to give up:

"And every time you hunt, you deliberately avoid places where women, children and poor people gather."

Hilley's eyes moved.

Lausanne II's expression paused.

Thales tentatively said:

"I guess—chivalry?"

The next second, the killer suddenly changed his color and growled angrily:

"Shit spirit!"

I saw him gnashing his teeth, twisting his neck as hard as he could under the weight of the shackles, and yelling ferociously:

"Women and children... didn't Little Knife tell you? Women's menstrual blood is smelly and dirty. It's so unlucky that the blood slaves can't even swallow it!"

Hilley frowned.

Lausanne II was still excited, and the chains on his body kept ringing:

"As for the poor old haters... Why, haven't you, the noble prince, smelled enough of the rotten stench, urine smell, mud and excrement smell in the ditch under the North Gate Bridge?"

Thales waited quietly for him to finish venting his inexplicable anger.

"But a long time ago, you were also one of the poor old men here," the prince said calmly, but it made the killer tremble. "It is said that at that time, the Emerald City was still developing, and there were still large areas of barren fields outside the North Gate Bridge.

There are countless tents and wooden houses set up, and it is full of ravines and pits. When it rains, it becomes muddy and filthy."

Hilley noticed something, and her look at Lausanne II became complicated.

Lausanne II was breathing in a daze, but he reacted in just a few seconds and pulled the chain with a clanging sound:

"So I've had enough! I want to get ahead and live well, is that enough?"

Thales observed him silently, smiled slightly, and continued to change the topic without arguing.

"When you were hunting for blood, you raided the kennel of Sangarei of the Blood Bottle Gang in the suburbs and killed all his men." The young man added, "His people who used to be human traffickers are now cat and dog traffickers.

subordinates."

Lausanne II's breathing calmed down.

"Not only," for the first time, Lausanne II's expression was cheerful and cruel, revealing some of the true qualities of a killer, "I also hung them upside down and drained their blood - everyone listened to their wailing until the night before dawn.

"

Thales frowned slightly and nodded:

"But his dogs, the cats and dogs in Sangare that are locked in cages and left to be slaughtered, wild game cubs, and even vicious guard dogs..."

Thales' eyes moved:

"But they all had their cages opened, their ropes cut off, and they were released."
To be continued...