Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 118
"Yes, I am."

Peter looked at the woman with a slightly sullen expression in front of him, and asked her, "Are you Mrs. Verusa?"

"Verusa Bloodstone, I am the wife of Ulysses Bloodstone."

The woman smiled, her face moved strangely, and she reached out to shake Peter's hand.

"I am very happy after receiving your email, because this is the second best news we have received. Elsa has not been home for a long time. Anything related to her will make us very happy."

"It's a pleasure to have you here today. We have prepared a Halloween treat. I hope you like it."

The woman said to Peter both reserved and enthusiastic.

"I just plan to meet Elsa Bloodstone, is she there now?"

Peter asked her straight to the point.

"lady."

Mrs. Verusa was just about to respond to him when a thin old man walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "Elsa is here."

Hearing the words of the old man who seemed to be the housekeeper, Mrs. Verusa's expression changed slightly.

Soon she adjusted her mood and said to Peter: "Of course, we will guide you to meet later, but for now, Mr. Parker, you can sit on the sofa and have a rest. We have prepared hot tea for you."

After finishing speaking, she left in a hurry.

Peter stared at the disappearing figure of the other party, and after a while, walked into the hall.

Strangely shaped monster heads are glued to the walls of the living room.

The first thing he saw was the head of a weird vampire.

The mouth of the vampire bat is slightly open, its eyes are protruding, and its ears are sharp. It seems that it should have suffered a lot before being chopped off.

Walking forward along the specimen of the monster, the head of the monster nailed on the second wall came into his eyes.

A monster with a blue face and fangs, ears as long as a donkey, looks a lot like a horned ghost in Japanese culture.

Going forward, the tauren in Greek mythology, the white god and black god in Slavic mythology, and the petrified cockatrice that will be petrified when you look at it
The heads of monsters in these different national legends were all regarded as specimens, appeared in this castle, and were regarded as collections by the owner of the castle.

While Peter was observing the heads of these monsters, other people in the hall were also observing him.

A black man with a serious face stood in front of the mural in the hall, looking at Peter who was walking, his gaze followed him.

The Asian with strange symbols painted on his face wiped the blade in his hand, and when he saw Peter approaching him, he showed a vigilant expression.

Sitting on the sofa, a group of women in white tights stood up, as if examining something, their eyes kept wandering on him.

Peter naturally felt these malicious and complicated gazes, but he turned a blind eye to them and still admired these monster specimens on his own.

Moving his steps, he finally walked to a simple book placed in the middle of the hall.

The book is locked by an iron chain, and the middle is a hollow part.

In the hollowed-out position, there is a fist-sized stone shining with a blood-red luster.

He was staring at the blood stone in front of him when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Peter turned his head and found a man who looked like a Viking, with a white beard covering his chin, standing in front of him.

A short man greeted him familiarly, "I killed 57 monsters."

The other party started with how many monsters he had killed, "Next year will be the 30th year of my career, which is really a long time."

As he spoke, he reached out and tried to shake Peter's hand.

"The smell of blood on your hands is extremely strong."

Peter did not shake hands with him, but said meaningfully.

"Haha, of course, I have a lot of experience in this line of work."

The short man smiled heartily, and he didn't seem to be angry because of being rejected, but continued: "Our business is always anonymous, and it is inevitable to feel lonely after a long time. Sometimes I even think about it, and I have been alone. .”

He pointed to Peter's clothes, "I like your dress, naturally, without any extra things."

Peter was wearing a black jacket at this time, matching his temperament, unexpectedly handsome and young.

The short man coughed, approached Peter, and said in a low voice: "They think you are younger and younger, so they despise you. Honestly, brother, have you hunted down those monsters on the wall?"

Peter knew that these people were all demon hunters, and he seemed to regard himself as a demon hunter as well.

He didn't bother to explain, and in order to send the other party away, he casually pointed to the head of the vampire nailed to the wall, "I've killed a few of those things before."

"Oh! Vampires?! What a surprise!"

The short man expressed his shock, "It seems that you are also a capable person."

On the other side, Mrs. Verusa saw her stepdaughter who hadn't returned home for many years.

She is not Elsa's biological mother.

Seeing Elsa Bloodstone, her face immediately turned cold.

It seems that the relationship between the two is not very good.

"Elsa, after 20 years, I don't think you have an obligation to come! Others will be very upset."

"As they please."

Elsa has long black hair hanging over her shoulders, and she is wearing a brown woolen trench coat.

Her facial features are exquisite and full of heroism. Even if the windbreaker covers most of her body, she can still see her long legs and bumpy figure.

"How long are you staying?"

"Leave immediately, just give me the things."

Elsa said coldly.

"Which feature of the bloodstone do you want, the power, protection, or endless lifespan it provides?"

Madam Verusa asked her slowly.

"You don't need to know, Verusa, how I use it after I get it has nothing to do with you."

She folded her arms across her chest as she said, "Though that's probably the best part."

Staring at Elsa, Mrs. Verusa suddenly showed a mocking smile, "I doubt whether you can still use it in these years when you have not been trained."

Before Mrs. Verusa finished speaking, Elsa interrupted, "No, it's not that I haven't been trained, it's that I haven't been trained by him, let's wait and see!"

"you"

Mrs. Verusa shook her head, and said to her in a disappointed tone: "When you were young, you had great potential. Everyone thought that you would be better than blue, but you are willing to imitate your mother. I have tried my best for you."

"It's a pity that I'm not good enough."

Elsa still had an indifferent attitude.

"Don't think too highly of yourself!"

Enraged by Elsa's attitude, Mrs. Verusa said aggressively: "You have disappointed countless people, and the one who disappointed you the most is your father."

Exhaling, she suppressed her anger, and continued to say to Elsa: "You have a friend here, and she has been waiting for you for a long time."

"friend?"

When the other party said that her friend was visiting, Elsa was a little puzzled.

Under the leadership of the butler, Elsa walked to a room.

After pushing open the door, he looked at the man with his back turned to him.

"who are you?"

Elsa asked Peter coldly.

"A man entrusted to him."

Peter turned around slowly, looking at the woman in front of him whose face was covered with exhaustion, but whose eyes still had spirit.

"You are Alisa Bloodstone?"

"I am, but I don't think I'll ever know or interact with someone like you."

Elsa said bluntly: "You shouldn't come here, especially tonight."

"Just because it's Halloween tonight? To be honest, those people out there have nice Halloween costumes."

Peter chatted casually with the other party.

"You think that's a Halloween joke?"

Elsa took a step closer to Peter, and said in a cold tone: "This is a cave that eats people without spitting out their bones. For your life, get out of here."

"I will, but before that, I have to do something."

Peter took out a bloodstone fragment and said to Elsa, "About the bloodstone."

Looking at the bloodstone fragments in Peter's hands, Elsa took a step back in shock, and cast her horrified eyes on Peter.

"This is...why do you have bloodstone fragments?"

"Entrusted by a friend to deliver it to you."

"Friend? Who?"

Alisa didn't think she had any friends.

"A lady named Gwen Stacy, she also asked me to tell you something."

"what?"

Alisa took off her gloves, took the bloodstone fragments from Peter's hand in disbelief, and asked him while raising her head.

"Your father has always loved and been proud of you."

Alisa was remembering who Gwen Stacy's lady was.

Hearing what Peter said about her father, her expression froze for a moment.

She turned away so Peter couldn't see her expression.

"How is he qualified to say such a thing?"

Elsa's words were full of indifference.

After a moment of silence, she turned around and asked Peter, "Can you tell me about your client, Gwen Stacy? I have something that I want to ask her personally."

"No, if you want, you can find the answer yourself. But I still advise you not to break her life."

"you"

Elsa frowned and looked at Peter, very displeased with his tone.

Peter stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then turned to leave.

"I'm here to see you off, those guys standing outside are not good people."

Alisa still suppressed her unhappiness, and put on a serious expression again.

Peter didn't speak, but let the other party follow him out of the room.

In the hall, the monster hunters gathered together, listening to Mrs. Verusa's narration.

"Elsa, sit down and listen, after all, this is about you. And Mr. Parker, if you are interested, you can listen to our ceremony."

Mrs. Verusa said to Elsa from a distance.

Elsa didn't speak, but turned her gaze to Peter.

"If you want to listen, I can listen to it with you before sending you out, but I'd better advise you not to listen."

"why not?"

Peter found a chair at random and sat down.

He is indeed more interested in the monster alliance.

And he also became very interested in that bloodstone.

He originally planned to snatch this complete bloodstone for research after leaving here.

Naturally, there is no rush to leave now.

After sitting down, Peter found a guy who just came in sitting in the hall.

The other party had a deep expression, a man with Eastern European features, dressed like a vampire, with a bunch of hair tied behind his head, and dark eyes, staring at him all the time.

Glancing coldly at the other party, Peter looked away.

Seeing Peter sitting down, Elsa frowned.

She found a chair at random and pulled it into the middle of the living room.

Chairs dragged across the floor, making a screeching noise.

The ear-piercing voice attracted everyone's attention, and everyone present stared at her dissatisfied.

Then she sat on the chair, raised her legs, with an expression of "I did it on purpose".

Mrs. Verusa looked at the unscrupulous Elsa, and her anger welled up again.

But she took a deep breath, forced herself to suppress the anger, and began to introduce the demon hunters present.

"200!"

"Surprising numbers," she said, pointing to the vampire costume.

Then he walked up to a woman in a white uniform with protruding cheekbones, and said, "37!"

"And you, 26!"

The black man introduced as "26" by Mrs. Verusa greeted everyone with a smile.

"You killed 43!"

An Asian man with strange patterns painted on his face was introduced to kill 43 monsters.

Finally, she walked up to the short guy who hit up a conversation with Peter before, and introduced: "This guy killed 57 people, it's amazing!"

After introducing everyone's identities, she stood in the middle of the crowd and said, "Tonight, Halloween, so many death dealers gathered together, in addition to commemorating our leader Ulysses Bloodstone, it is for today's Night hunting ceremony!"

"Our most respected Ulysses Bloodstone has left us. We must elect a new leader to lead the people to fight against monsters. The honor of leader can only be given to the strongest and most devoted to this mission. "

After a pause, she stared at everyone and continued: "Next, a powerful monster will enter the Holy Land, a monster you have never seen before, and whoever hunts this monster will become the new leader, and A bloodstone that can possess Ulysses Bloodstone."

After listening to Mrs. Verusa's introduction, everyone had different expressions.

Peter turned his eyes thoughtfully to the bloodstone in the ancient book.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

Following everyone's attention, Mrs. Verusa walked to the ancient book and asked the housekeeper to help unlock the chain.

"There is only one bloodstone, and it can only be inherited by one person. This person was originally his daughter, but she has disappeared for decades and has automatically given up this inheritance right."

When she said this, she glanced at the expressionless Elsa.

"The weapons allowed to be used tonight are placed in various places in the garden, waiting for you to discover them!"

As she spoke, she picked up the bloodstone that glowed red, "According to my husband's last wish, the bloodstone will be attached to the monster's fur, which will make it stronger and anger it."

"Good luck, everyone!"

"and many more!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by a sudden voice.

(End of this chapter)