Weird Star Witch

Hera looked grim when she saw the two vampires looking like they had lost their souls. It was obvious that Abigail did not believe her carefully prepared words, but believed in her own ability.

"Was Vanya's betrayal a play directed and performed by your vampires? Did Ravno give Vanya an order?"

Faced with the second question, the two vampire subordinates continued to speak their mind: "The family and Vanya have no intersection, at least we don't know. The family just wants to kill Vanya as soon as possible, and Lord Ravno has the same attitude."

Abigail put down the black veil, and the two vampires woke up from their dreams. They didn't know why they were standing closer to Hera. They just felt that they seemed to have fallen into a strange emotion just now, which was the emotion they had felt before they became vampires... Heartbeat, definitely heartbeat, the kind of heartbeat that fell in love with the girl next door when they were teenagers.

"Ms. Hera, I heard that the Ravno family has another level 3 vampire, Huntington. I need to see him."

Hera sighed. In order to prove their innocence, the family had to agree to the conditions of the witch hunter in front of them. Except for Ravno, they had to satisfy whoever the witch hunter wanted to see.

In the second half of the night, Huntington also came to the abandoned manor.

Huntington, a level 3 vampire, was no different in front of Abigail. He was captured by Abigail in an instant and told Abigail all the secrets of the family.

Huntington's eyes were blurred and his breathing was rapid. He felt like he was sitting next to his beloved girl for the first time when his love was just beginning. He was at a loss and excited.

Looking at Huntington's appearance, Hera was a little embarrassed: "Ms. Abigail, we have proved that our family is not the murderer of Speaker Quint, right? My father said he wanted revenge, but he was actually acting according to Speaker Quint's arrangement. Everything that night was arranged by Speaker Quint, and I think Speaker Quint will leave evidence."

"What are you talking about?" Abigail looked at the vampire in front of her with a mocking look: "Speaker Quint is a great speaker who sacrificed for the city of Fabro. How could he have any connection with your vampires?"

Hera's face turned pale in an instant, even uglier than that of an ordinary vampire. Are the people on Speaker Quint's side ready to cross the river and destroy the bridge, and admit nothing?

After Abigail couldn't get anything out of Huntington's mouth, she stretched out her hand. What kind of hands are these? The back of the hand is like white jade, and it seems to emit a hazy white light in the night. The five fingers are slender, and the nails are an attractive flesh-pink color, which makes people unable to look away at a glance.

It was this hand that slowly reached forward, her middle finger and index finger gently fell on Huntington's fingers, and slid gently from the base of the finger down.

Huntington's throat uttered a climax-like moan.

"Mr. Huntington, a gentleman like you, I wonder if you can do me a favor..."

Huntington straightened his back and slowly relaxed his shoulders. He smelled a hint of fragrance, which made him unable to extricate himself: "Please just give me your orders, my lady..."

"There are a lot of vampires in the room, kill them, my gentleman..."

Abigail used the softest words to say the most terrifying order.

Huntington didn't think there was anything wrong with this order.

"As you wish, my lady."

"Wait!" Hera just opened her mouth and saw Huntington's iron bat wings unfold instantly.

For a moment, the iron bat wings in this room pierced into the flesh, and the blood cut line pierced the heart one by one.

Hera wanted to resist, but her legs softened, and she didn't know when she had been drugged.

The drug made Hera's face flushed, and the cold vampire body felt the heat and thirst that it had never experienced before.

Hera bit her lip to make herself more awake. She had to close her eyes and not look at the male witch hunters.

Level 4 Silver Snake, so powerful...

When Hera opened her eyes again, she found that only Huntington was left in the room, crawling at Abigail's feet. The dozen vampires who followed her had died in Huntington's hands.

"Get up, my sir, please write down the current list of members of the Ravno family for me."

"It's my honor, my lady." Huntington looked up at Abigail's smooth chin with blurred eyes.

Then Huntington took the booklet handed over by the witch hunter and began to write the names of the vampires one by one.

The list was not long, with only more than 30 names on it. The Ravno family, which was once famous in Fabro City, now has only 37 people left.

"I won't write about the people who died in the house just now, my lady. The people on the list are all in the mines in the Ruhr mining area."

After the witch hunter took the list, he put it in his arms with satisfaction.

Abigail reached out and gently stroked Huntington's cheek with her fingertips, looking down at Huntington through the black veil.     And a witch hunter turned behind Huntington, took out the alchemical dagger, and stabbed Huntington's back fiercely until the sharp blade of the alchemical dagger protruded from his chest.

Until his death, Huntington raised his head and looked at Abigail's chin with a smile.

Abigail withdrew her hand and wiped her fingertips with a handkerchief, as if her fingertips were dirty.

Hera collapsed in the chair, shaking her head and crying softly: "No... No..."

"Ms. Hera, do you have anything else to add about the vampire Vanya?"

"You are a demon! You are a demon in human skin!"

Abigail smiled: "I advise you to be more rational, Ms. Hera, your identity has always been the spokesperson for the Ravno family's foreign negotiations, otherwise you would have died long ago. If you say more, you can live longer."

Hera looked down at Huntington's stiff body. After a long silence, she said, "Leman Town! The key to Vanya is Leman Town! All his changes happened in Leman Town!"

She knew that the only way she could survive was to satisfy the witch hunter in front of her. Abigail would not be lenient to her.

"Oh? Leman Town?"

Hera told Abigail everything she knew about Vanya.

"Leman Town, Claude, Rudolph, Jennifer, Yvonne...Vanya also helped guard Leman Town in Wolf Tide. He is such a respectable gentleman...Claude's name is included in it. It's really nostalgic..."

Abigail looked at the fragile Hera in front of her and said, "You are very sensible and know how to cooperate with us. Come with us now. If I have something I want to know, I will ask you at any time."

Abigail left the abandoned manor with the witch hunter and returned to Fabro City.

Abigail and Hera sat opposite each other in a tightly packed carriage. Abigail was looking down at the document, which contained all the information about the murderer Vanya, while Hera sat carefully in her seat without making any sound.

It was noon outside, and Abigail suddenly said, "Ms. Hera, you can open the curtains a little bit, just a little bit, and you should be able to see the parade of Ravno."

Hera was startled and her breathing became rapid.

"Yes, you heard it right. The Constitutional Army and the Tribunal have already captured Revno at noon today. He will be exposed to the sun for three days to commemorate Speaker Quint."

Hera felt trembling all over. Her father, a level 5 vampire, died so quickly, and it has only been a few days...

"I think Speaker Quint has been too kind to you, making you forget the horror of the Tribunal. The reason you can live is because you are useful to Speaker Quint's cause of developing the wilderness, but Speaker Quint died at the hands of heretics. This matter will not be resolved so easily. Everyone who deserves to die must die."

Hera carefully used her fingers to open the curtains, and the sunlight shone on her fingers, burning her skin.

The diffuse light of the sun also made Hera's exposed skin feel abnormally stinging, and her fingers quickly covered with red spots, as if they were touched by a branding iron.

She looked outside through the gap in the curtains.

At this time, the carriage was passing by the former red church. There was a pole on the red church, and a man was tied to the pole, a man with red spots all over his face. That was her father. Judging from his burnt facial features, it was her father, Ravno.

"Whether the murderer is Ravno or not, he must die. Who left the words 'Ravno will avenge' at the scene of Speaker Quint's death?

And I can tell you another piece of news. On the night of the Speaker's death, the two blood clans that Ravno came to help were also completely wiped out by the Constitutional Army."

Abigail watched the sunlight disappear from the carriage, watched Hera tremble as she grabbed her burned fingers, and continued:

"I think you should understand our determination.

Speaker Quint is Director Quinn's father. We are serious and we will do anything for Speaker Quint.

So, Ms. Hera, do you have anything else to tell me?

You only have this one chance. If I am not satisfied with what you say, in three minutes, you will be like your father, and die from exposure for three days."

Hera in front of him has been dealing with other forces on behalf of the Ravno family. She must know a lot.

"Yes! Yes!" Hera said in a panic: "Vanya is not alone, he has always had some accomplices!"