Joseph Clinic, a medical station in the Evil-Breaking Alliance Branch in the eastern part of London, provides a place for witch hunters to provide healing.

At this moment, David and the branch president Jules sat on two creaking wooden chairs, while Quinn sat on the hospital bed behind the curtain for an injury check by a doctor. The slim figure from the white curtain made David absent-minded.

"So, he claimed to be a blood slave?" Jules reached into David's arms and took out his wine pot. He not only took a sip, but also reminded the other party that it was time to come back to his senses.

"Yes. He told me that since childhood he was separated from his parents and was enslaved by a blood clan elder for a long time. His body was stained with the smell of that elder, so the blood servant would 'smell' him as supreme. His power also comes from this."

"To be honest, this statement is a bit far-fetched and sounds more like a blood servant." David, who came back to his senses, tried hard to control Quinn who was talking behind the curtain. "Although there is indeed such a possibility, it sounds wrong."

"There are possibilities, but it takes a long time to suck blood by the thirsty person, and even some parts of the body will become lesions. Did he say the name of the thirsty person who enslaved him?" Jules said.

Quinn paused, and the light-transmitting curtain could see the rickety doctor applying ointment to her:

“Evangelos Mara.”

"Ahem...?!"

Jules choked hard by the wine, and the drink was sprayed everywhere:

"What!?"

David was puzzled: "This name is too short, it doesn't look like a blood clan elder at all..."

"That's because the elder of the blood clan didn't live long enough." Jules was still a little coughing and gasping, rubbing his lips roughly. David was stunned: "Elder than the elder?!"

"Evangelos Mara is the blood clan who was killed by the Western Conference not long ago." Jules paused for a moment and finally recovered: "He is not an elder, he is a monster who has lived for thousands of years!"

Bang!

David, who was shocked, brought down the wooden chair, and the faint light illuminated his stunned face: "Legendary Vampire..."

"Tsk... It seems that our new doctor is quite good..." Jules, who was gray-haired, smiled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, "A black-haired blood slave of Massara, also has superb medical skills and strong fighting ability... But this is what makes me wonder."

"When I was young, I was thrown into the Colosseum of the powerful and powerful. They watched me fight with the beasts with bare hands. Although it was a painful memory, it also made me today, allowing me to see through the original attack of every werewolf. However, the feeling this Gray Fox gave me...or the feeling that his fighting gave me is like the beasts I once faced..."

"He might be a werewolf?"

David's words made Jules roll his eyes:

"I mean, his fighting movements, like they evolved from beasts and were put on people. This made me feel weird and curious..."

At this time, Quinn's voice came from behind the curtain:

"David, you seem to wish he was something else."

"How could it be?! I just... want to be more cautious." David coughed twice.

"Is that?" Jules smiled, as if he had completely penetrated what David thought, "David, you are an excellent witch hunter, but you don't seem to be good at some aspects. My advice to you is to bravely tell Quinn what you think."

David was stunned, his bearded face seemed to have a little red spot: "...I just envy the foreigner."

"Why." Quinn asked calmly.

"Because he helped you, I want that too!" David, who was plucking up his courage under Jules' eyes, spoke a little higher. The lines that seemed to be confessing made Quinn silent, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

At this time, the curtain suddenly opened and an old voice came: "This is not a simple 'help', Mr. Bob."

The old lady in a white coat was standing next to Quinn with her back facing her. A lot of gauze was wrapped around her white spine, wrapping her front chest while covering the new wounds, but she could not cover the old wounds that had already formed scars.

She pointed to a dense stitch in Quinn's back:

"Believe me, there is no better surgeon in London than this, and even a few in the entire island of London. And he picked up Miss Hensing back with perfection, which was a fucking miracle!"

The two of them immediately focused on Quinn

Although they couldn't understand how superb the skills were on the wound, it wouldn't prevent a sentence from popping out of their mouths, "This is really crazy."

It probably means the same as Buming Jueli.

But the old doctor quickly pulled the curtain:

"You rude guys, real gentlemen, don't put their eyes on those places that shouldn't be put, and talk about a great doctor behind the scenes, and are surgeons with such magical skills! Oh my god... I can't believe that you have been caring whether he is a pure human, and never caring about his miserable childhood! What made you so cold-blooded in your bones? His dark hair or the monsters sleeping on the ceiling?"

"Sorry..." the two said at the same time, and Jules put away his expression and nodded solemnly:

"A skilled physician is indeed worthy of respect, and it seems that Ms. Carol has set the results for our discussion."

"I'll call him over." Quinn walked out. She put her leather armor on her already-dressed inner jacket while taking the blue coat on the coat rack: "If he can successfully implant Luen silver, it will not be worthy of doubt."

"You have a good rest, I'll go..."

Quinn's sharp eyes slammed David back, and after three seconds of gaze, Quinn passed by.

Looking at David's disappointed look, Jules patted his shoulder:

"I'm very willing to give you advice, young people. But you also need to be clear about another thing. If our foreign friends have such childhood, then only Quinn can share the same language with him. From another perspective, this is exactly what she longs for."

David sighed: "I asked him about his origin before when I asked him about his origin before, and he was a little hesitant and unwilling to mention the past. If he had been a blood slave, then it would be reasonable."

"It depends on the result of Luenyin. If he is really a blood clan who is good at disguising, his hesitation will naturally be reasonable." Jules took out the triangle bat badge and threw it in his hand. "Of course, no blood clan would be so stupid that it would be unnecessary."

Quinn, who left Joseph's clinic, wrapped her coat tightly and stood up her collar to block the dense scars on one side of her neck.

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A blood slave of Massarah.

The information obtained from Evan Gelos was enough to allow Turing to create such an identity almost perfectly. He knew more or less whether it was the miserable blood slave or the private affairs of Evan Gelos, and such an identity was enough to cover up his abnormality among the demon hunters.

The hesitation when facing David's questioning on the carriage is also to create a character like "a miserable childhood".

At this moment, Turing was sitting on a linen sheet covered with hay. The uneven stone bricks on the high ground and the classical dilapidated furniture were everything here. He lost interest in this room that had been accumulated for a long time after a brief observation.

At this moment, the red data flowed down his eyes, and the secondary brain compiler was running:

[Archive: The Fourth Train Tour - London Island.]

[Overview: The civilized development level of the countries around the island with thick fog is highly similar to that of the 19th century in the Britta Islands Federation. There is no electricity, a low production level, and a constitutional monarchy. However, there are vampires and werewolf populations that are suspected of supernatural creatures, and the steam engine has been highly developed and has steam lamps. It is the city with the lowest level of civilization that has been visited at present.]

[Trust: Escort "Akrasia" to the Moon Altar to complete her mission and save the blood clan's rule.]

[There are three major races in this world: blood-thirsty, werewolf, and humans. Humans occupy the largest distribution area of ​​the food chain. The ruler at the top is blood-thirsty. Werewolf has not yet learned the details, but when subject to severe suppression, they should be at the bottom of the social class under the racial effect, even if humans are the food of these two races.]

[Strength distribution: Fanzhuo clan, rebel party, Xiaoyue's throat, Breaking evil alliance]

[Secret Party: A secret alliance formed by the seven major vampire clans, secretly controlling the entire kingdom. It has now been divided and has died in name only. Implanted secondary intelligence files]

[Rebel Party: The rebellious alliance formed by six clans except the Fanzhuo clan, the product of the separatist party. The biggest obstacle to this journey.]

[Van Zhuo: The former ruler of the kingdom and leader of the blood clan is now unknown. The possible allies and the "Moon Viewing Altar" that was entrusted to the final request for the Van Zhuo clan is also in the hands of the Van Zhuo clan. If you can get in touch with Van Zhuo's blood clan, you can use Evan Gellos' public and private information to exchange for trust, but it is not suitable to do this before finding Akrasia.]

[Xiaoyue's throat: The organization of the wolf clan is unknown, but it can be seen that most of them are active in the sewer of the city of London. One of the resistances.]

[Evil-breaking Alliance: The alliance composed of human witch hunters should have multiple branches in London City, and the current leader is Jules. There are obstacles to the final mission goal, and we can get along with each other in a friendly manner.]

[Hidden danger: All technologies above the phantom limbs and phantom limbs are operating well, including the most powerful technology "gravity spine". However, the demon god technology will leak a certain substance\pheromones\smell\sm that attract thirsty blood. You should use it with caution before you find out the cause.]

【Architecture completed】

The data flow passing through Turing's eyes stopped and gradually disappeared in the black eyes.

This is an analysis of the current situation in the world. As for Accracia, the Evil-Breaking Alliance must know what. The Captain of the Witch Hunter named David does not know, which does not mean that the President named Jules does not know.

At this time, Turing's door was knocked, and a brief second later, Quinn pushed the door open and entered:

"Good evening, gray fox."

"Good evening, Ms. Helsing."

"The President of Jules expressed his joy for your joining, and Ms. Carlo also believes that you will become an indispensable force for us. So, now you are a part of us."

"I'm glad to hear this. But Ms. Carroll?" Turing asked with a smile.

"Our doctor, one of the few doctors." Quinn was still expressionless, "Come with me now, I'll take you to the 'workshop'."

...

"Hey boy! Are you the child born by the devil?"

A witch hunter with a big beard shouted loudly, attracting a wave of attention in the hall.

Quinn walked through most of the building with Turing in a coarse cloth short coat. The witch hunters kept stealing at him in the middle. There were still many people who were approaching Quinn, but they did not get any of the huntresses' gazes.

"Don't pay attention to these gazes, they didn't even have the chance to confront the werewolf head-on." Quinn's voice came from the front. Turing nodded slightly unexpectedly when he saw his blue eyes.

"The workshop is where we provide weapons, which comes from the knowledge of our ancestors. The weapons created by Lunyin can destroy the werewolf's armor. The light contained in Lunyin can turn the thirsty blood into coke, and all this needs to be driven by Lun runes."

"Your guns were also made by Luenyin?"

"To be precise, it's a bullet. If you want to control the Rune of Lun, you need to have a piece of mother silver process it for you."

“Processing for me?”

"The light of Mother Silver will inspire the Rune that belongs to you, making you a true witch hunter..."

"If I were a vampire, it would burn me to death on the spot."

Quinn stopped in her steps, and she waited until Turing and herself stood shoulder to shoulder before she took another step:

"Yes. Not only those who are thirsty, but also the blood servants who have blood thirsty in their bodies will end up with the same consequences."

"Obviously, I don't need to worry about this."
To be continued...