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"You don't think I have the same pity for these livestock as you do, do you?"

"My only pity is that it's such a waste to let all this perfectly good food go."

"You bastard!!!"

Evelyna's right hand inadvertently transformed into a sharp claw, unleashing a burst of bloody light as it struck Valentine's head.

However, the other party seemed to have anticipated this, raising his left hand in advance and casually grabbing Evelina's wrist.

"Too weak... Even the fiercest wild beast will end up like this after being domesticated."

"However, I think I need to respond to your provocation so that you'll understand that my temper isn't as good as you think..."

Valentine gradually increased the pressure on Evelina's wrist, which had transformed into a claw, until Evelina's face contorted in pain.

He seemed to particularly appreciate the way the girl's beautiful features were knitted together, and he was even somewhat intoxicated by it.

Just then, a faint golden light suddenly flew up from below, heading straight for Valentine's face.

He immediately turned his head away, but his cheeks were still slightly burned by the intense holy light.

Like turning the pages of a book, the smiling face of a moment ago instantly turned into a dark cloud.

His cold and ruthless gaze looked down slightly and saw Lucas raising his arm, a wisp of holy light flickering in his palm.

His eyes were filled with fear, but he still managed to unleash a faint ray of holy light under the influence of the interferon.

"A sanctuary... a priest?"

Valentine spoke these words through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to tear the words to shreds with his sharp fangs.

Immediately afterwards, Valentine casually flicked out a jet of blood, which pierced Lucas's chest with pinpoint accuracy.

The fragile pastor, like a leaf in the wind, smashed a row of chairs and fell to the ground.

"Do not!!!"

Evelyna screamed as she struggled desperately to break free from Valentine's grasp, but to no avail.

This wail caught Valentine's attention. He glanced sideways at the priest lying on the ground, barely alive, and stared blankly for a moment before seemingly realizing something.

"I only heard that you'll be at the theater tonight..."

"But you're actually in a relationship with a human priest... as a couple??"

His arms were trembling, and his eyes were blazing with fury.

"This is utterly disgraceful!!!"

Evelyna is their target, and Valentine can't do much about it, but he'll definitely tear this human priest to pieces.

Blood trickled from Lucas's mouth as he lay on the ground trying to get up, but the arrow of blood had been aimed straight at his heart. He was now nothing more than a dying man clinging to life.

Even so, Valentine didn't seem to be going to let Lucas go. A dark shadow fell from his palm, spreading like mud across the floor to Lucas's body, opening into a black claw.

"You lackey of the Holy Temple! Even in death, your soul will be imprisoned as my slave for eternity!"

"Lucas!!!"

Evelyna's eyes were bloodshot, and her heart-wrenching cries were to no avail.

Just as the black mist manipulated by Valentine began to erode Lucas's body, a pale, cold light suddenly shot out from the side, heading straight for Valentine's neck.

The terrifying vampire count reacted instantly to the danger with a turn of his head, dodging the incoming blade.

His extraordinary dynamic vision allowed him to see that it was a chain of blades made of joints, but before he could make a move, the chain was suddenly pulled back, like a venomous snake withdrawing, leaving a glaring bloody mark on his neck with its fangs.

"Tsk tsk, what a pity."

"Who is it?!"

Valentine opened his eyes wide and looked in the direction where the chain blade had returned, only to see a tall figure shrouded in a robe slowly appear in front of the fallen Lucas like a ghost.

The uninvited guest wore a gloomy mask under his hood, and his body, visible from his black robe, was wrapped in blood-stained bandages.

"The Ripper!??"

Valentine recognized the bizarre figure and immediately roared, gesturing for his men to charge, "I didn't come looking for you, you came here to die, didn't you?! Kill him!!!"

"Hey, don't be in such a hurry."

However, as the heretics and vampires rushed in from all directions, only a mocking laugh escaped from beneath the cold mask. "Look who I've brought to you."

"Gah!!"

A screech suddenly echoed through the darkness, and an invisible ripple appeared in the air.

This was a sign that the portal was about to appear. Valentine's expression changed drastically almost instantly. With a wave of his hand, he ordered a retreat, "Retreat!!!"

"It might be too late to run now."

The Ripper smiled, but the next second a loud bang came from above everyone's heads.

The theater's ceiling was destroyed by a series of explosions, the earth trembled, and the broken stone slabs tilted down like a torrent.

"Tsk."

The Ripper grimaced in displeasure and retreated into the darkness.

At the same time, the portal formed, and the silver-haired girl, the Royal Police, and a group of priests rushed out from it.

Almost the instant Ella opened the door, she saw the pale vampire fleeing with a girl in his arms. The black flames stored in her palm transformed into a spear that instantly pierced through a distance of dozens of meters and headed straight for the other person's back.

However, a blood-red vortex suddenly emerged from the ground near the stage, transforming into a gaping maw that swallowed the figures and spears formed from black fire that were covered by it.

It turned out that what they had splashed on the ground earlier was actually the construction material of a huge teleportation array. In that instant, it teleported all the people and things in that small area away, leaving only the completely collapsed theater and thousands of audience members in despair.

"Holy Light's Protection!!!"

At that moment, the priests who appeared with Ella from the portal shouted in unison, summoning a dazzling holy light that instantly condensed into a massive umbrella-like barrier over the entire audience area in the collapsing theater.

Chapter 131 The Fog Begins

"In December of the 83rd year of the Valentine calendar, the Westminster Theatre tragedy, which shocked the nation, occurred."

"The renowned Scotland Yard was tricked by a conch shell; an attack by vampires of unknown origin resulted in the deaths of civilians; and the descendants of the Black Mountain Clan have vanished without a trace..."

"This may be the darkest day in the Fog City in twenty years... Evil is slowly brewing under the moonlight of Victoria, and the fragile peace between the Kingdom and the vampires is becoming increasingly precarious."

After typing this line, the typewriter suddenly stopped.

Watson leaned back in his chair and glanced at the photo of himself and Sherlin Ford on the corner of the table.

He sighed deeply, then tilted the group photo upside down, took a pipe from the drawer, put it to his lips, rubbed a spark between his fingers, and lit the pipe.

The smoke from the briar pipe drifted slowly out, swirling around the nearly withered potted plants at the base of the wall.

"Hehe, you'd better not look at it, otherwise you'll probably start cursing it as 'what a stupid magic' again."

As the words fell, the sound of keyboard typing resumed, and the typewriter continued to advance to the next line of the story.

……

Time comes the next day.

News of the attack at the Westminster Theatre quickly spread throughout the city.

A vampire attack, civilians victimized, the Black Mountain Clan chief's daughter disappears, tensions escalate between civilians and vampires, and the Ripper's eyewitness testimony...

So much happened overnight that the Royal Canadian Mounted Police were overwhelmed with work.

A group of detectives spent the whole night loitering around the palace but found nothing. However, an attack occurred right under their noses at the theater just three miles away.

Even Greg now knew they'd been tricked by that conch shell. There were no bombs in the palace; the enemy had merely used them as a distraction to target the grand theater.

If it weren't for the arrival of the young woman from the Loren Sanctuary with the priests from the Fog City Sanctuary, Gregor couldn't have imagined the horrific tragedy that would have occurred if the Grand Theatre had collapsed and killed two thousand citizens.

But the police department is now facing far more trouble than that. Because of what happened last night, many marches have appeared in the streets and alleys, holding up signs cursing the vampires and trying to drive these "bloodthirsty monsters" out of Valen; hate slogans painted with various colors have also appeared in the streets and alleys.

Throughout the entire Fog City, hatred towards the vampires is gradually rising.

Outside the gates of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, countless citizens held up signs and shouted as they charged toward the gates, forming a human wall of detectives.

"Expel the vampires!"

"Give me back my family!"

Upstairs in his office, Greg glanced at the chaotic scene outside the window, then looked back at the mountain of complaint files, and could only lean back in his chair and sigh helplessly.

"Sir, this is bad!"

A familiar voice called from outside the door, and Gregorton felt his head spin even more.

"What's wrong now..."

Greg felt like crying. From last night to today, almost every report started with "This is bad," and unsurprisingly, the results were terrible.

The subordinate noticed Greg's frustrated expression, but still reported the situation: "The three major vampire clans are causing trouble at the entrance of the Fog City Sanctuary!"

"Are they crazy?"

Greg couldn't understand why these Fog City vampires would cause trouble at this critical juncture. Did they really intend to break the peace agreement?

"It is said that the disappearance of the Black Mountain clan chief's daughter is closely related to the Holy Temple."

"What does this have to do with the Holy Temple?"

"An investigation within the vampire clan into Evelina's servants revealed that she was actually in a relationship with a priest named Lucas..."

The junior detective reported, "The reason I sneaked out to the Grand Theatre last night was because I was invited by that Reverend Lucas."

Greg paused, then covered his forehead with his hand, struggling to control his urge to curse. "By the Queen... how can such a thing happen?"

Despite being somewhat exasperated, Greg immediately set off, boarding a carriage through the back door of the police station and heading to the Church of the Mist.

The vampires will most likely believe that the Sanctuary was involved, and the Sanctuary probably can't explain it. A vampire princess and a Sanctuary priest falling in love—who can explain such a ridiculous thing?

But what worries Greg most is that, given the Holy Temple's style, they probably won't explain to the vampires that they dared to trespass on their territory, and they would be happy to use the name of the Holy Light to wipe them out.

"Where is Lady Havil?"

Before boarding the carriage, Greg suddenly thought of the girl from the Loren Sanctuary. "We might need her help in this situation. Can we find someone to contact her?"

Based on previous interactions, although the other party has no clear identity, their status in the Holy Temple seems to be quite high, and their attitude towards vampires does not seem to be as extreme as that of the usual Holy Temple believers. Perhaps we can ask them to help mediate between the two sides.

"After completing the rescue last night, it seems that the lord went back with the elders of the Fog City Sanctuary."

The young detective replied, "We might see her if we go over there."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Greg let out a soft sigh of relief.

"Then, Inspector Van Helsing and Mr. Ford went to the Grand Theatre to investigate clues."

"I know that. It's up to them. Hopefully, they can find those bastards as soon as possible... Sigh, but those guys destroyed the entire theater before they escaped. Even if there's any evidence, it's probably buried with them..."

Greg rubbed his temples. "Alright, let's get going. We'll try our best to keep the Holy Temple and the Vampires in check. God of Light, please don't let them start fighting."

……

The carriage hurried to Westminster Abbey, a white marble church with Gothic spires, also known as Westminster Abbey because of the area it is located in.

Meanwhile, in the circular plaza at the church entrance, a large group of vampires with umbrellas gathered together, like dark clouds looming overhead, looking like menacing guests.

As for the Templars, they were even less likely to tolerate these "evil" creatures. The Templar Knights, all clad in armor and wielding halberds, lined up below the church, seemingly waiting for the elder in front to give the order.

The onlookers hid on the streets outside the square, fearing they would be caught up in the ensuing battle.

"My God."

Upon seeing this scene from afar, Greg's face turned pale. The vampires no longer seemed to be here to discuss matters; were they about to start a war?!

And what about that girl from the Loren Sanctuary? The whole place is full of people from the Fog City Sanctuary, where did she go?

Without that girl around, Greg really had no confidence in mediating the tense situation between the two sides.

However, what Greg didn't know was that Ella, whom he longed for, was currently being interrogated in the Fog City Sanctuary right before his eyes.

Chapter 132 The Second Trial

The previous night, Ella had been searching for bombs at the palace with the Royal Police.

The Westminster Theatre was shrouded in an illusionary barrier, and with the thick fog that rose at night, even she couldn't detect the unusual events taking place several miles away.