When Emlyn came to visit Jon again, it was already five days later.

He was high-spirited, wearing an expensive and elegant suit, and a silver ring set with rubies on his hand. His hair was meticulously combed and shiny.

However, Emlyn's arrival was somewhat unlucky.

Jon is not at home at this time.

Instead, the gracious Mr. Azik received him in the study.

"You must be the Mr. Emlyn White that Jon talks about." Azik smiled calmly and gently, "When I saw you today, you are indeed extraordinary."

Emlyn didn't take this honest-looking man from the Southern Continent seriously at all. When he heard the other party praising him, he came back to his senses, raised his head arrogantly, and said calmly: "That's a ridiculous compliment."

It's not that he is ungrateful, but that everyone in the vampire clan has almost the same attitude towards humans.

After all, one is a long-lived species and the other is a short-lived species.

In addition, Azik was usually reluctant to reveal his aura as the Angel of Death, which led Emlyn to regard him as the steward of the manor here.

Just a few words, it was extremely gracious.

Azik noticed Emlyn's contempt for him, but he didn't say anything more and still smiled gently.

I was just thinking of finding another topic to talk more with this interesting vampire guy.

Suddenly, he found that Emlyn's attention was attracted by something in the study.

Following the other person's gaze, Azik suddenly understood and kindly reminded him, "This is Jon's private collection. It is said that it has other uses. No one can get close to it during normal times."

Emlyn, however, acted as if he hadn't heard anything. His blood-red eyes flashed with excitement, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself, "It's so beautiful!"

What caught his eye were three neatly arranged dolls.

I don’t know what kind of material the doll is made of, but it actually looks like a real person.

It is worth mentioning that all three dolls are neutral, feminine and beautiful, regardless of gender.

Emlyn, who is used to seeing beautiful girls in gothic skirts, seems to have opened the door to a new world!

Seeing that Emlyn was about to lose his mind, Azik coughed lightly and was about to give a warning.

Suddenly, a voice sounded in his ear.

The Son of Death was stunned for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then decisively chose to watch the show.

Emlyn, on the other hand, walked up to the three dolls in a state of intoxication, looking at the workmanship that was like a ghostly carving with blurred eyes, and said excitedly: "It's so beautiful, if you can take one home, even if you let me

I am willing to go bankrupt!"

Don’t underestimate a figure fiend’s obsession with exquisite figures.

In his ecstatic mood, Emlyn even forgot about his business and Azik's previous reminder.

He reached out his hand with great excitement and touched the face of the puppet in the middle.

The dull and lifeless puppet's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and he said coldly in a mechanical and emotionless tone, "Boy, are you looking for death?"

These words seemed to turn on some magical switch.

The two dolls on the left and right also came to life one after another, and said in a strange tone: "Medici, you are being teased like a bitch."

"Yes, isn't he just a bitch? Otherwise, how could he have fallen into the hands of that guy Alistair in the first place?"

Oh my god, the doll is alive!

Even though Emlyn was used to seeing weird things, his heart suddenly lurched a few times, and he couldn't help but take four or five steps back.

With a bang, he ran into someone's arms.

Turning his head to look, he happened to meet a pair of eyes as dark as night.

"Do you like it?" Jon said with a smile, "If you like it, I'll give you one."

"No, no, no!" Emlyn shook his head like a wave, and said with fear and embarrassment: "I... I just took a look, I have no other intention."

Jon shrugged, "Are you sure you don't want it? This is a top-quality limited edition, and there is no store like this in this village."

Who dares to want such a damn thing?

Emlyn waved his hands repeatedly.

Jon didn't force him and took him to the sofa again.

After watching the whole good show, Azik felt that he had nothing to do here, and left the study in a wise manner.

And those three top-notch dolls were still shouting.

"You brat, when I can move again, I will chop off your hands as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay, tough."

"What a great idea. It's just a vampire, so what if I kill it?"

"Einhorn, you guy clearly wants Medici to start a war with those old bats."

"Sauron shut up!"

"Shut up Sauron!"

Emlyn honestly pretended not to hear those sounds.

Jon chatted with interest: "You can't touch this little guy. We are all members of the Church of Fools. No one is more noble than anyone else. Of course, if you insist on killing him, then

There's nothing I can do."

After listening to the first half, Emlyn felt a little calmer. After listening to the second half, he was so frightened that he almost ran away.

However, after catching a glimpse of Jon's expression, he knew that this unreliable angel was probably joking, so he calmed down and got down to business, "Your Majesty Jon, I have already done what you asked me to do.

The Vampires worked overtime for several days and produced enough potion for the whole city."

As soon as a letter was thrown over, all the vampires in Backlund immediately transformed into employees of the Black Heart Factory. They worked 4 hours a day, wishing to break the two halves and use them, and went all out to produce various potions. The materials had to be paid for at their own expense.

However, no one had any complaints.

Because not only did the Marquis of Nibais speak personally, but even the Dukes from far away in the Southern Continent also sent orders, requiring full cooperation without any mistakes.

Any cheating behavior is considered as betrayal of the vampire clan.

Under such heavy pressure, who dares not to try his best?

Fortunately, the level of those potions was not high, and the production went smoothly under full speed operation.

It's just pity for those young vampires who are always voluptuous. The banquets and salons didn't do anything to them, but the pharmaceutical assembly line gave them panda eyes.

"Very good, I am confident in the potion produced by your vampires, but it is not enough to supply it to the whole city. We must expand production and strive to benefit the whole country." Jon said with a smile, fully realizing the fun of the black-hearted factory owner.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! You don’t need to pay wages, you can work continuously for 4 hours, and you don’t even need to bring your own raw materials. Where can you find such a good deal?

Of course, every wrongdoer has his own owner, and he, Qiao, is just a messenger. The one who really issues the decree is Lilith, the Mother Goddess of the Earth and the former ancestor of the blood clan.

In order to stand in line, the woman started to use these papers like a mule.

However, it's all worth it.

These potions are sure to be of great use!

Thinking of this, Jon stood up, came to the three temporary bodies of Medici, Sauron and Einhorn, and asked: "Are you ready?"

Six eyes blinked at the same time.

"The storm is coming."

"The clouds are coming soon."

"The war is about to begin."

Finally, the three of them said in unison: "We are ready."

"Very good." Jon nodded, "Whether we can become the Orthodox Church this time depends on your performance."

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Seven hours later, somewhere in the Sunya Sea.

The Blue Avenger moved forward slowly.

Since joining the Church of Fools, Alger has tended to clean up his act and no longer engages in pirate activities. Instead, he often hunts down pirates in exchange for bounties.

With the strength of his 'Windwinder', coupled with the extraordinary item of mastering the 'Knight's Grip' sequence, and the fact that he can always find more than one angel to back him up, various conditions allowed him to sneak out in a short time.

The name of the general.

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‘Lieutenant Blue’ Alger Wilson, how pleasant it sounds~

In the thin white fog, the ghost ship moved forward quietly, disappearing and appearing.

Alger, wearing the captain's coat, stood alone on the bow of the ship, admiring the white world with extremely focused eyes.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and some silvery-white light spots appeared deep in his eyes.
To be continued...