A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

Fortunately, she made some preparations in advance... She brought a person from the tavern.

It wasn't Mike, it was too dangerous for him to return to this world... it was another man she had traveled across worlds with.

"...Damn it. I shouldn't have come back so early, just hang around St. Paul."

Max touched his bald head and muttered, then took the card that Selene handed over, and reconfirmed: "Rent a hearse, buy a coffin, come back here, right? What kind of coffin do you like to sleep in?"

"As you like." Selene replied blankly.

"...Well, I'll pick something more comfortable." Max shrugged, turned his head and walked out of the abandoned building.

In his decades of life, he really didn't have the opportunity to come to London... Even if he travels, he prefers to go to Paris, Milan, Venice, places where the culture is relatively different from the United States.

But when walking on the road, Max felt that London was not bad, especially a place far away from tourist attractions.Less prosperous, but not as sinister as the slums of São Paulo, people go about their lives like nowhere else in the world.

The trees on both sides of the sidewalk were blown by the wind and rustled, and the sun was shining on the ground that was still slightly wet after the rain last night. The atmosphere of the whole street was so peaceful.It's hard to imagine that there are still a large group of werewolves and vampires living in this city, and humans are still unaware of them... You must know that even a strict blockade like Springwood Town has finally failed to stop the spread of news.

Perhaps there is some authority involved, such as MI[-], or the country itself?

Max, who has dealt with the CIA, knows that there is no such thing as a "moral bottom line" in this kind of organization. If vampires or werewolves can provide them with enough valuable things, they will not only cover up their existence, but may even be willing to Offer to feed them.

What has this value?Hmm... like, immortality?

On the other side, Selene hid in the shadows, quietly watching the man walk into the distance.

She had no choice but to turn to the people in the tavern, the sun was too strong outside, and even the sunlight reflected from Max's old bald head made her skin sting slightly, but pain was an old friend to her. .

It will take at least an hour for the car to be ready. During this time, she can only stay here and wait.

On the other side, in the tower of the castle in London, a gap was opened in the thick curtains. Klein pressed Sauron's head next to the sunlight that came through the gap, causing him to scream in horror.

"No, no! Ah, my head is smoking!"

Klein gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "No, I haven't planned to kill you yet. Do you want to explain to me why you knew the whereabouts of the ruling elders and why you disclosed them to Selene?"

"She said, she said that the matter is urgent, and her important discoveries can only be reported to the ruling elders." Sauron replied.

This "important discovery" is of course not that the werewolves have ultraviolet weapons, because she had already dropped the bullet encapsulating the photon flow on the table here earlier.

Either she was going to report Klein's "transgression" behavior, or...

Thinking of that possibility, Klein couldn't help frowning, picked up Sauron and threw it to the subordinates behind him, and ordered: "Put this traitor into the dungeon."

Now he had to go to Ashford too... Selene had caused him too much trouble, and he couldn't let her go on like this.She went to find Amelia. This is a good opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. I hope that Lucian can keep pace with him and act quickly.

As an "acting elder" who holds power in the clan, his actions are much more convenient than Selene's.In less than 10 minutes, he sat in the back seat of an extended car with two cronies and closed the curtains. Driving for him were impromptu "Hagui clan"-those who envy the vampire's lifestyle and want to live forever , or simply think that vampires are melancholy handsome men and coquettish beauties, and these fools are specially domesticated by the clan, so that they voluntarily provide blood and serve the vampires faithfully.

The car first drove towards an abandoned church in the southern suburbs of London. The only advantage there was that it was deserted and close to the sewer outlet by the nearby river.

"Is the sun going down soon?"

Sitting in the well-protected back seat, Klein even had a leisurely glass of red wine.

The Hagui in the driver's seat replied through the filter: "Sir, it will take about two or three hours."

"Two or three hours... Then you can follow me in later." Klein narrowed his eyes and said.

Anyway, most of them will follow Lucian in a while, so there is no need for a driver.In order not to leak the news, and to ensure combat effectiveness, let this "blood slave" play its original role...

At this time, a car drove into Selene's hideout, which was only a few tens of kilometers away.

Max rented a pickup truck and pulled the coffin of "Lady Lame" into the first floor of the building by himself, then jumped out of the car and shouted: "... Ma'am, your car has arrived!"

Selene emerged silently from the shadows behind the pillar, took the card he threw, and looked at the coffin he had pulled in.

Sure enough, as he said before, it looks quite comfortable... The cuboid made of oak has a slight curvature in the middle, the coffin lid is inlaid with copper ornaments, and patterns are carved around it.After opening it, it was even more terrible. It turned out to be a complete set of bedding and pillows covered with silk and down, and spread on the sponge cushion at the bottom of the coffin. The dead buried in the ground might sleep more comfortably than before they were alive.

Oddly enough, there was a walkie-talkie next to the pillow.

Receiving the strange gaze cast by Selene, Max explained: "In order to prevent you from being bored lying in it."

"No need." Selene said, but she didn't throw the walkie-talkie out. Instead, with a swipe, she nimbly jumped onto the top of the pickup truck and lay down in the open coffin.

"Is there anything else you want to say to the world before you go to sleep?" Max asked before closing the coffin lid.

Selene turned her head to look at him, and said seriously: "Look at the map carefully. Also, tie it tight... If the coffin lid is knocked off halfway, you will never see me again."

"what."

Max agreed to fasten the lid of the coffin together with her, nail it around with spikes, then wrap the rope round and round around the outside, and finally fix it in the cargo compartment of the pickup truck with a traction cable.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he couldn't help but grabbed the walkie-talkie placed in the armrest box before driving, and said, "It seems that you trust me so much now that you are willing to entrust your life to 'food'." hand."

"...shut up," Selene responded, as always.

Max smiled silently, shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator, and drove the weather-beaten pickup truck on the road.Ashford was about a two hour drive away, and he would suffocate if he didn't say something on the way.

Speaking of which, he was originally a taciturn man like Max... But since he came to the tavern, he suddenly opened up his chatter box, always wanting to say something to others, as if he wanted to talk about the nonsense he owed over the past ten years They all came back.

But who cares... It's not bad, at least he feels much more relaxed in his heart than before.

The road extends to the south, and from a distance, the houses on the roadside have changed from high-rise buildings to one or two-story gas stations, houses, churches, etc., and large expanses of green are beginning to fill the field of vision.

In particular, the disused church with its cracked windows and vine-covered walls, and a stretch limousine parked next to it, had an absurdly contrasting aesthetic.

"Seeing this kind of scenery makes people want to listen to music, ladies... Ladies, this station specially brings you..."

Max yelled into the intercom, then rummaged in the armrest box to find the song to play, luckily the old pickup still had the tape player.

"...bringing you the hit! 'Country Roads Take Me Home' by John Denver in 1971!

"Country road, take me home!

"Take me back to where my soul belongs!

"West Virginia, Mother Mountain...

"Country road, take me home~ah~"

His ghostly crying and wolf howling finally made the passengers in the warehouse unbearable, and Selene's gnashing voice came from the intercom: "Can't you be quiet for a while! You ruined this song completely!"

"Oh, thanks to this listener for the pungent comments, but guess what, you can't switch channels, so you'll have to ask this 'Moon Goddess' to bear it for a while."

Max said with a smile, accelerating suddenly.

Chapter 14 Killing Feast

On a closed platform in Ashford, the steam pipes of a locomotive hum.

Amelia's personal train is an antique in itself.

This S-2 "Northern" steam locomotive that once ran on the land of America has been carefully maintained, and still maintains its original clean appearance and operating efficiency; now its workload has been greatly reduced, and it only needs to pull five sections The hardwood carriages with intricate patterns travel to and from Amelia's three privately owned railway lines in the UK, and there is no need to worry about train robbers riding horses and covering their faces.

The decoration in the carriage is more luxurious, all of which are Amelia's favorite Victorian style, crystal chandeliers, multi-layered lace screens, frosted roses in the middle of the glass, plus centuries-old edging tables and chairs and imported from Jingdezhen, China translucent porcelain.

The vampire elder, who has been in power for nearly 100 years, walked into the carriage, took off his coat and handed it to the entourage behind him, revealing a pale shoulder and neck and a tight waist that would make you breathless.

This trip to Europe went very smoothly. Italy, which has always been a forbidden place for vampires, was finally infiltrated. A descendant was hired as a special fashion designer for Gucci and invited to Milan Fashion Week. Amelia went to honor him and support him. "Design Studio" was established.

The blood clan has developed rapidly during the century of her reign, which makes her quite satisfied.It will be time for the handover soon, that old bastard Victor will definitely be overwhelmed by her this time...

As usual, after finishing her work, she was going to go to her manor to rest for a while, arrange a longbow hunting before dawn, and enjoy the little fun left in her life.

By the way, Victor must arrange for someone to take good care of this train... After buying it decades ago, this thing quickly became her favorite thing. It will make her sad for a while.

"Let's go." She looked at the darkening sky outside the window and ordered.

The train whistle sounded "woo-woo--", followed by the sound of puffing at the bottom of the train, and then the slamming of the steel wheels and the track.

Amelia closed one side of the car window, lowered the curtains, and took out a bottle of red wine from under the table.

She's one of the rare... vampires who like to pretend she's still human.Don't get me wrong, she doesn't have any opinion on immortality, and of course it's not that she doesn't like eternal youth, but she still misses the days when she would suffer from pain and sickness, but also experience various emotions.

As she grows older, even if she sleeps for 100 years every 200 years awake, her blood becomes colder day by day.

She gradually began to be unsmiling, and no longer interested in communicating with other creatures. She had to find a target for herself at any time, such as overwhelming Victor, taking the life of the enemy, or redrawing the longbow during hunting. prey.

Red wine, music, and extravagant decorations are also important means to make herself "feel alive".

The train clanged and rattled out of the urban area, and as the speed increased, the interior of the carriage became more and more stable and quiet.Amelia slowly opened the bottle of red wine, and was about to pour a glass into the white porcelain pot belly cup prepared by her attendants... She likes to see the way the wine flows in the translucent white porcelain cup through the light, so that Man feels a lot like fresh blood in the heart of his prey.

But this time, before she could make a move, there were faint sounds of beasts coming from outside the window.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

The sound of the wind outside the window and the sound of the train mixed together, almost completely covering up the sounds of these beasts, but Amelia was a hunter, and she had spent countless days and nights alone in the forest with a longbow, she would never listen Drain these movements.

It was howling wolves, and not just any wild wolf... The wild wolves in Great Britain were extinct hundreds of years ago, and the British killed them all with their own hands.

She immediately stood up, not even caring about the expensive red wine smashing into a puddle on the ground, and shouted sharply: "Enemy attack!"

The followers hurriedly raised their guns and loaded the sterling silver bullets, but it was too late.

There was a chaotic noise on the roof of the car, and the creaking and overwhelmed sound of the wooden dome, and the other compartments were also in chaos.

"Werewolves! Werewolves! . . . Ah! . . . "

Her kinsmen screamed helplessly, and the front and rear carriages were full of fire and roars, but only the vampires seemed to be killed unilaterally.

"... Quantity! Where are there so many werewolves in the UK? What are our death walkers doing!"

Amelia guessed the reason why the blood race was suppressed after a little thought, and immediately became angry.With the one-sided firepower advantage of pure silver weapons, a vampire can often deal with four or five werewolves on his own. The only reason he is suppressed now is the number of werewolves... there are at least hundreds of werewolves climbing on the train!

She walked quickly to the window and opened the curtains.

The outside is no longer the rural scenery of Kent, but the dark werewolf hair. Those disgusting beasts crawled all over the top and sides of the train, constantly scratching the partitions on the outer wall of the train, and even slowed down the speed of the whole train.

Amelia's narrow eyes fixed on her sworn enemy outside the window, and she opened her mouth to reveal her long teeth, and let out a beastly growl.

"...then come on, bastards," she whispered.

Suddenly, the door on one side of the carriage was knocked open, and Klein, covered in blood, rushed in clutching his shoulders, shouting, "Elder Amelia, there is an ambush!"

Amelia walked up quickly, pulled him up, suppressed her anger and asked, "What are you doing here? Where is London?"

"London...London is very good..." Klein raised his head, and there was no awe in his eyes, only contempt and hatred.

The pinnacle of the power of the vampire clan and the only woman among the three elders watched in amazement that this trash who had always been obedient to her waved her hand and broke free from her grasp.

She took a few steps back, only to realize that it wasn't Klein who broke free from her... but her hands were missing.

The wound was so flat and still burning, it was severed in the blink of an eye, and even the pain was not transmitted to her sensory center immediately.

It wasn't until the blood and the burnt ashes trickled down to the ground, mixed with the spilled red wine, that she belatedly cried out in pain.

"Ah... Klein, how dare you!" Amelia shouted angrily.

"Why not? You are just like me...you are a monster who can't see the sun." Klein carefully avoided the sharp blade in his hand, it was an overly wide and surprisingly thick knife...sharp On both sides of the blade, a little dim light is flowing downward along the direction of gravity.

The vampires present were all shocked by this scene. Before they could recover, they were caught by the werewolves who smashed the glass and rushed in.

Amidst the short gunshots, low screams, and the sound of tearing flesh, Amelia had no time to think about why all this happened, and could only back away quickly, enduring the pain from the wound.

But before she took a few steps, a black muzzle was already on the back of her, and there was a bang before she had time to turn around.

…The shotgun encapsulating the source of ultraviolet rays directly tore a big hole in her side, causing her to fall to the ground spinning and whimpering in pain.

"...Haven't you played enough, Klein?" Lucian, who turned back into a human, raised the double-barreled gun in his hand, and said dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you say that the 'key' is here, where is he?"

"He hasn't been at work for the past two days, and his colleagues have called him but no one answered the phone. He must be with Selene. Apart from being by her side, there will be no place in London where neither of us can be found... ..."

Klein didn't pay attention to Amelia, who was curled up on the ground and her internal organs were slowly being burned by the ultraviolet rays. As he spoke, he stepped over her body and looked out the window: "She should have come here , I don’t know why it hasn’t appeared yet…”

Outside the window is a field and a small river sparkling under the moonlight, and the werewolves were ambushing under the bridge just now.The steam locomotive was already slowing down, and it was obvious that Amelia's manor was not the end point... But apart from the lights of the farm in the distance, nothing else could be seen.

On the roof of the car, several werewolves hooked the car body tightly with their claws, looking left and right, using the werewolf's clearer vision at night to search for all movements.

"Pierce, what do you see?"

One of the werewolves asked his companion.Due to maintaining the form of a werewolf, its articulation is somewhat unclear.

The other werewolf with a darker color just shook his head, scanning the surroundings with terrifying eyes that radiated yellow-green light.The moonlight is white and sprinkles on its fur, giving it the urge to run into the wilderness...but now is not the time.

However, until the steam locomotive stopped on the railway, it still didn't notice any movement.

"...Damn it, what the hell..."

It turned around to communicate with its companions, but when it turned around, there was no one on the roof.

Just when he was wondering, a sharp silver blade had passed through its heart without a sound.He heard nothing, saw nothing, didn't even have time to feel anything, and the sword disappeared into the darkness again.

[14. No. 14]

Pierce touched his chest, looked suspiciously at his bloody hands, and was kicked off the back of the car before losing consciousness.

Klein in the central compartment heard something, motioned for Lucian to wait where he was, and walked towards the rear of the car with the sharp knife in his hand.