243 Chapter 43, All Villains

In the night, in the dark alleys, murder and desire were going on at the same time. When Hoffa and Ryan passed by them, the female vampire seemed to sense something. in the dark.

After walking away, Hoffa was shocked by those small groups in the distance that gathered one by one. A vampire was not uncommon, but so many appeared at the same time, which he had never heard of.

On the street, this kind of thing can be seen everywhere. There was laughter, moaning, and sucking between them. Those crazy men rushed to the dark corner like moths to the flame one by one, where groups of vampires gathered one after another.

Ryan: "As I said, it's not surprising that terrible things happen these days. If someone can turn a city into ghouls, someone can infect a city into vampires. This place was supposed to protect Muggles. And the safety zone was built, but it rotted from the inside."

"Who did it?"

"There is a high-ranking blood clan living in seclusion here, using war to spread the plague of blood. His true identity is still unknown, but that is my goal. I have to find him out, otherwise the whole city will be doomed."

"How many vampires are there now?"

"Thousands." Ryan paused, and said with a wry smile, "But this is still a conservative estimate."

Thousands, Hoffa gasped. In the wizarding world, vampires are not uncommon, and one vampire is not scary, but thousands of them still appear in Muggle cities. It can already be described as horror.

Ryan went on to say: "They are highly hierarchical species. The higher the level of the blood family, the more family members and blood servants. If there is a war, these vast and numerous family members can be said to be the most troublesome cannon fodder for the enemy. Especially at night, their capabilities will be greatly improved, which is very scary. What's more frightening is that their number is increasing exponentially, and if they spread to other cities, it will be too late to stop them."

As they said that, they came to a huge and deserted playground, which should have been the campus of a certain university. Now, it was firmly sealed with chains on all sides, and a stone altar stood tall in the center of the playground, and the smell of blood in the air became more and more intense.

Hundreds of men gathered under the altar, except for heavy and trembling breathing, they didn't make any sound, it was surprisingly quiet.

On the altar, there are all kinds of women standing. Looks are all top-notch, if it weren't for this environment, Hoffa would almost think that this is the scene of a model catwalk fashion show. But they weren't wearing fancy clothes, or even needing to.

Several men in golden masks stood behind them. Little by little, he peeled off their clothes, and then slowly sank the sharp teeth into their necks.

The posture is like a dance. The elegant beauty is in stark contrast to the bestiality and brutality on the street.

When those women were first sucked blood, their expressions were terrified and their bodies convulsed violently, but gradually, they twisted their bodies and instinctively hugged the man with the golden mask behind them. Sharp fangs grow from the mouth.

"It's a pity that so many good girls have been turned into vampires." In the corner, Ryan whispered into Hoffa's ear: "These high-level vampires are only interested in beautiful girls."

"Why?

"People who are eaten by vampires can experience very intense pleasure, which can be addictive, and under that pleasure, many people will voluntarily sink into being sucked.

However, the premise is that you are good-looking. If there is an ugly vampire with buck teeth, pockmarked face and bulbous nose, would you be willing to be sucked? "

"I'll kill her."

Hoffa said honestly.

"Look, all creatures are the same. High-ranking vampires know the importance of appearance. They search for beautiful women everywhere, transform them into vampires, and let them spread the plague of blood. Those men with low will, It is easy to be hooked and transformed into the lowest level of blood servants. They are like addicts, entangled in blood addiction, and they will not be able to get rid of it for the rest of their lives. They can only become minions of the blood race." After a pause, he smiled: "I Think, your friend who was taken away should look pretty good."

"Damn it!"

When Hoffa thought of Chloe, his head grew big. After knowing that this was a city of vampires, he regretted not decisively waking her up. Fortunately, if this turned the nun into a vampire, this mission would be for nothing.

Ryan stretched out a hand: "Look, our goals are not in conflict. Only by finding out the master behind this city can you save your friends and I can complete my work. Come and help me, Huo Law."

"It's not to pour cold water on you. To create so many vampires, we may not be the opponent."

"That's right."

Ryan still stretched out his hand, and said calmly: "But we have Hogwarts behind us, and I still have Jasmine. We don't need to defeat him, we just need to find him, and then send a letter to Hogwarts, there will naturally be reinforcements to help us."

"Us, when did I join you?"

"We are a school, although not a college, but you can't deny it. There is an unbreakable connection between us."

"Pull it down, I'm really shameless."

Hoffa turned his head away, thinking that he and Tom Riddle are still in the same school, is there any unbroken connection between them?

Ryan was not angry, he firmly stretched out his hand in front of Hoffa, this good-tempered Hufflepuff stretched out his hand, looking extremely firm.

After hesitating for a moment, Hoffa gave in. He sighed: "Don't blame me for being cold-blooded, but if you want me to choose between my friend and this city, I think I might choose my friend."

"No one will force you to make that choice, can't you seek common ground while reserving differences?" Ryan said immediately.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure," replied the wizard.

Hoffa took Ryan's outstretched hand. A dim golden light flashed, wrapped around their arms for a week, and disappeared invisible.

"Grindelwald is really coming?"

In a room full of thick books, an old man in a gorgeous green robe asked Mance, "The sacrifice is about to begin, and I don't want anyone to interrupt it."

"Relax, Sir Ruthfan."

Mance on the sofa in the corner said casually, "Grindelwald won't care what you do, even if you sacrifice the whole of England, he probably won't care."

"I can accept what other people say, but that guy, no one knows what is going on in that guy's mind. God knows if he will go crazy and target me inexplicably."

"You think too much, Your Excellency, just go about your business with peace of mind."

"It can't be two days later. When I finish this ceremony and become a real blood relative, it doesn't matter who comes."

"I can't help it either."

Mance spread his hands helplessly, and smiled humblely: "Kleist wants to save his son, you tell me why not go to Kleist and ask him if he would like to postpone it for two days. In the association , I'm just a bastard who is used by wizards."

Kleist's green-robed old man's face became a little gloomy and impatient. He tapped the mahogany tabletop with his right knuckles, and said to himself: "Wizard. Wizard is always a wizard. It's abominable."

At this time, there was a polite knock on the door.

"who?"

The old man in green robe restrained himself impatiently.

The door was pushed open, and a tall man walked in. He wore a golden mask on his face, and he was leading a girl whose hands were tied behind him.

"Look what I caught, father." The man in the golden mask said, his tone full of credit.

"What, you caught that Hogwarts spy?" the green-robed old man asked impatiently.

The man with the golden mask shook his head: "I'm sorry, Father, I didn't find the Hogwarts dark chess piece, but I found a very good sacrifice by accident. Look."

As he spoke, he pushed the girl who was dragging behind him forward,

"Let go of me, I will go by myself!" The girl said angrily, "Who are you, why did you bring me here?"

Excellent offering? The green-robed old man frowned.

Two maids in fringed robes walked out silently behind him. They stepped forward one by one, put the struggling girl's shoulders on their left and right, and forced her to raise her face.

Mance, who was sitting in the corner, was still looking casual, but when he saw the nun in black and white robe, he stood up abruptly, and the nun also saw him.

"It's you! You bastard, I knew I had something to do with you!"

Chloe screamed, "Give it up, you'll get nothing from me"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The green-robed old man pinched the nun's mouth with his intact right hand, shook her head, turned his head and looked at Mance with a smile: "It's strange, do you know each other?"

Mance's expression returned to normal, and he sat down slowly, "Of course, she is the target I want to catch. I didn't expect her to fall into your hands. What a twist of fate."

"That's it"

Ignoring Chloe's terrified eyes, the green-robed old man pinched her cheek and sniffed her neck: "The church always likes to make such pure and flawless things, as if it can show its justice and integrity. Legal. But what's the point of purity if you lose the filth. I think the night god will be satisfied with this sacrifice. You've done well, my child."

The man with the golden mask standing aside immediately bowed and said, "Of course, father."

"Okay, let's go down, don't make any mistakes in the ceremony in three days' time."

The masked man stepped back slowly with two maids in fringed robes. In the study room, only the nun, the green robe, and Mance were left.

The green robe let go of Chloe's mouth, and with a slight wave of her fingers, the nun's mouth and arms were instantly locked by an invisible spell, and she could neither make a sound nor make any movements.

"How can you thank me, Mance." The green robe looked at the man on the sofa.

"How would you like me to thank you?" asked Mance.

"Don't let Grindelwald come over, take this nun and go back to your Berlin." He stared firmly into Mansdao's eyes, "You complete your mission, and I complete my sacrifice."

Mance smiled, looked away from Chloe, and shook his head: "I said, you have to talk to Kleist about this, I can't decide."

The green robe pointed at Chloe: "Why, isn't she important to you?"

"It's not as important as you think. Even if you turn her into a vampire, I won't blink."

Chloe struggled in horror, and the green robed old man's face completely darkened. He looked at Mance with suspicion, and kept tapping the knuckles of his right hand on the table.

"Well, I have a proposal." Mance said with a smile on his face.

"you say."

"Have you ever thought of throwing a party?"

"Banquet, what do you mean?"

"Since three days later will be a very important sacrifice for you, and it will be the day of Grindelwald's visit, and it may also be the day of Anker's resurrection. At such an important time, don't you plan to hold a banquet?"

"Why should I entertain someone I don't welcome at all," the old man in green robe said coldly. "You, Grindelwald, Kleist, I don't welcome them, at least I don't welcome them now."

"Because of this, I can invite Grindelwald in the name of watching the ceremony. If Grindelwald came, and came here as a banquet, then he will definitely not do anything excessive to you, maybe , he can also give you a check to prevent those Ministry of Magic or people with ulterior motives from infiltrating, are you right?"

"How is it possible," the green-robed old man sneered, "I've never heard of Grindelwald's party at such a young age. He's only interested in death. Do you think I don't know?"

"Then you have to open it even more. At least, do a superficial job for Kleist. If Grindelwald is not interested in your priest, then he won't come, and I have an excuse to prevaricate that strong Kleist." Mr Lester."

"What a prevarication, he can't save his son, he will definitely kill you." The old man in green robe sneered.

"That also prevents his anger from spreading to you, right? After all, you don't hit the smiling face. You prepared a banquet and treated him with courtesy. Even if he kills me, he won't do anything to you."

"What can he do to me!" The old man's face suddenly changed, he slapped the table and stood up, "As long as I complete the ceremony."

"After all, you haven't finished yet." Mance pointed to the old man's left hand bent into a strange arc, "There are three more days before the night of the full moon."

The old man tucked his severed hand into his sleeve, "You don't need to remind me, Muggle!" he said viciously.

Mance just smiled and said nothing,

The green-robed old man's face changed several times, and finally, he gritted his teeth and sat down, "Hmph wizard, damn wizard."

"Look," Mance spread his hands, "I would say that you'd better hold a banquet and invite Kleist to watch the ceremony."

"Why are you thinking about me so wholeheartedly?" The old man said sinisterly, "I don't believe that your conscience found out that you want to save me, a follower of the Night God."

"Of course not." Mance sighed, "I also have to consider a way out for myself, don't I, if Grindelwald doesn't come, and Kleist kills me in anger, I think you should be able to Turn my corpse into a vampire."

"Hey!"

The old man laughed out loud, and his face looked much better. He sat on the chair with his legs crossed, looked at Mance with interest, and said with a smile, "You little Muggle is still a little smart, no wonder Grindelwald wants to let you You help him with things. Why, you want to be my son?"

"It's all right to be a grandson, if you can survive. I should be about the same age as your grandson, if you have grandchildren."

"Hahahahaha"

The old man laughed loudly, and after laughing, he said cheerfully: "Then you call your father to listen first. If it sounds good, I can consider reincarnating you in case Kleist kills you."

Mance got down on one knee, "As you wish, Father."

In the distance, Chloe stood in the corner with her mouth sealed. She watched the strange scene in front of her, unable to make any sound. Mance's behavior made her sick, she couldn't believe that someone could be so shameless. Combined with what had happened before, her dislike of Mance was at its peak. But when Mance was kneeling on the ground, he actually found time to smile and wink at her.

The green-robed old man didn't think there was anything wrong, he laughed out loud, more freely than ever.

"Okay, I promise you." He said boldly, "It's just a banquet, and I won't let you down."

Mance stretched out his hand: "Then, after three days, it's all up to you."

"It's a deal." The old man took his hand.

"It's a deal."