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Contrary to the sacred name, the smell of blood reveals the true preferences of the servants of the gods.

The bat's eyes can't roll their eyes, but they also accurately express their contempt for the cowards who hide their heads and show their tails in the house through their eyes.

After Simon entered the house, the bellboy closed the door and cast a new curse on it.

Andre glanced at the waiter more, and slipped into the room while he wasn't looking.

The servant of God is not young, with gray temples and an old beard.He was sitting on a European-style chair with a goblet in front of him.Viscous blood sticks to the wall of the cup.

The scarlet blood stains contradicted the bright and white decoration inside the house.

But neither the servant of God nor Simon obviously felt this way.

"What do you want to give me, sir?" The servant wiped the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, paying attention to the redness that was accidentally stained on his beard.

Simon touched the test tube on his chest and said, "Terry is dead, the manor housekeeper did it."

The servant of God paused, then continued to wipe his beard with lowered eyebrows, "Mr. is very good at finding scapegoats."

Simon looked ruthless, stared at the servant of God and said, "In any case, you have one less believer in the main city. According to the regulations, the new blood of God will come to the substitute."

"That's true. Mister knows our rules very well. If you kill Terry, you can't take over the casino without the blood of God."

"Are you all fools in the main city?" Simon sneered, "The reason why the newly transformed vampire was able to enter the eyes of the servants of God, we know very well. Terry is an idiot, and his desires are written in On the face, it’s very controlled. You recommend the envoys to be false, and the collection of power is true.”

"Don't talk nonsense."

Simon shut up.

He obviously needed to rely on God's servant, and his attitude softened, "The manor's financial and manpower are enough to carry out more experiments. It is much more beneficial for you to cooperate with me than to cooperate with Terry."

"The identity of the new executive needs to be foreshadowed by the 'god', and has nothing to do with interests. Sir, I thought you had important information before agreeing with you, but now it seems that there is no need for this."

"Wait!" Simon yelled.Hesitantly reached out to the test tube on his chest.

Andre hid in the corner, keenly aware of Simon's anger and killing intent.

The bat's diamond-shaped ears swayed, and the round ears narrowed slyly.

When Simon touched the cork of the test tube with his fingers, he heard someone whispering in his ear.

"Don't give it to him."

Simon stopped and looked up at the servant of God.The servant of God frowned and looked at him, and said impatiently: "Is there anything else, sir."

"He can't hear you. You are my chosen one, you know who I am, don't you? You have a sharp dagger in your pocket. Stab him in front of you, a traitor from God, token I gave you in the night .and walk the world for me, servant."

Simon's eyes lit up, and he swallowed nervously and excitedly, "My lord, the one who gets the blood of God is the one chosen by God, right?"

Servant: "Naturally."

Simon smiled and said, "You don't have to be embarrassed, God has already given a prophecy."

He said, under the surprised and greedy eyes of the servant of God, he took out a delicate test tube from his arms.

"This...this is..."

"Sacred blood." Simon held the sacred blood in one hand and made a gesture of handing it forward. "God gave a sign. I will give you the sacred blood as a gift. Is this better than business?"

The servant of the gods suddenly stopped, and a ruthless look appeared in the old eyes, "The one with the blood of the gods is the executor, sir, this is not a business, it is a predestined cooperation."

Anyone can say beautiful words, and Andre sensed the malice of the servant of God towards Simon, and couldn't help but admire him for his decisiveness.

The servant of God wanted to keep the blood for himself. Simon was not the stupid and simple Terry. Of course he knew that if he handed over the blood of God, his time of death would come.

But the bottle of blood itself was nothing more than a decoy.

"Look carefully, this is real divine blood." Simon said sincerely, approaching the servant of God, and handed over the test tube.

Behind his left hand, the dagger at his waist gleamed with silver light.

The moment the god servant's wrinkled hands touched the test tube, a sharp dagger appeared on the left chest.

"God wants to summon you." Simon raised the corner of his mouth, flipped his wrist, and the dagger stirred in his heart, making the sound of flesh being cut.

"You... ho..."

The smell of burning flesh overflowed from the heart, the servant of God stared, bared his fangs unwillingly, and finally closed his eyes in vain.

"Greed doesn't end well, my lord." Simon pulled out the dagger, found a flannel from the corpse, and wiped the blade clean.

The bat witnessed the whole murder process in the dark, its eyes flashed, and a stained glass bottle fell on the table.

"May you always be faithful."

This sentence sounded in Simon's mind, and he couldn't help but cheer up.He picked up the glass bottle, which contained an ice-blue liquid.Simon has been dealing with the blood clan secretly for several years, so he knows the effect of this liquid.

He uncorked the bottle and poured the liquid over the body.

The mist rose and filled the whole room in an instant. When the cloud and mist cleared, the ground was extremely clean, and even the blood was gone.

Once the servant dies, all curses associated with his blood disappear.

The attendant ran in in a panic, and saw Simon holding the sacred test tube, smiling gracefully and peacefully at him.

"I just said, I have important things to bring here." Simon put the note paper and test tube on the table, "The old servant has other things to do, and I will take care of it here."

The attendant was stunned for a moment, then saluted Simon, "Yes, my lord."

Then the attendant took Simon's blood and made a new spell.There is no further explanation for the management of the casino.

Andre knew he had made the right bet.

The management model of the Divine Blood Organization is weird and inefficient.The upper and lower levels are separated, and information is not circulated.While protecting the safety of superiors, it also led to the disadvantage of slow handling of emergency situations.

Judging from the experience of the basement in the North District, their proficient way to solve problems is to cut the weeds and root them out.

This means that as long as the hidden danger is not obvious, there is a fault between this lair and the superior.

Breaking up a hive can cause a bee siege, but removing an entire hive and keeping it in the garden is another story.

Bat clapped his paws, content with the lurk.

Simon got the casino, but couldn't stay for long.The manor is still home to the police who investigate the case, and if they disappear for too long, it will be in vain.

The sky is hazy, most of the night has faded, and the brilliance of the morning sprinkles in the sky.

Andre followed Simon and swaggered out of the casino.

The attendants sent away the new Servant of God, and closed the secret door.

At the end of the passage, opposite the white quartz door, the dark stone door fluttered open.After the attendant walked into the dark space, the stone door closed again.

There was nothing in the room, and the attendant gave a standard salute, and reported with a lowered eyebrow, "My lord, Simon usurped the position of God's servant with God's blood."

The air was quiet and stagnant. After a long pause, the attendant responded, "Yes, my lord. I will inform the new servant of God right away."

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