son-in-law of blood

Chapter 1 Prey
Hillen is a wanderer, the task is to redistribute social wealth, the purpose is to narrow the gap between the rich and the poor, and the code of conduct is to avoid the eyes and ears of others.

Rogues, also known as thieves, thieves.

"I'm not a thief, I'm just trying to solve the social conflicts in this world where the gap between the rich and the poor is getting bigger and bigger." Helen comforted herself in her heart.

As an adult who has been influenced by the core values ​​of socialism, being a thief in another world is indeed not a glorious thing.

But dishonor is better than starvation.

Because he doesn't have any source of income, after all he... has no father or mother.

(Congratulations to Qidian Orphanage for adding another member)
It has been three days since I traveled to this world, and the legacy left by the previous owner is only a small piece of dry black bread and two copper Langkes.

As soon as Shiron took a bite of the black bread, he realized that every life in this world is worthy of respect, so he rewarded that piece of extremely crispy black bread to a hungry wild dog on the street.

As for the two copper Lange, unfortunately, Gilbert confiscated them before Hillen could judge their purchasing power.

Gilbert, a small leader of the gang where Hellen was formerly in, those two copper ranks were the monthly payment that Hellen had to pay this month.

Standing in front of the mirror, the only piece of furniture in the house, Hellen looked at the listless figure opposite with his eyes blank.

Pale face, dark blue pupils, thin lips, it has to be said that he has a good skin.

"It's a pity that handsome people in this world can't be eaten as food."

Helen felt a little bit emotional, cleaned up briefly, and then went out to work.

After all, he has to eat.

……

"Hey! Where's my golden finger? Where's my system? Where's my 'ding'?"

Xillen, who was searching for prey on the street, became more and more angry, and came to another world. He didn't see the so-called benefits of the traversers, but he encountered a lot of troubles.And what was left to him by his predecessor was only a nimble skill.

"It's a pity that it can only be used to steal things!" Xillen sighed, feeling a bit bleak like a pearl covered in dust.

Just when he was sad for spring and autumn, a middle-aged man with an anxious face suddenly passed away from him.

Out of professional habits, Hellen keenly captured the features of the man: the tail ring on his right hand was inlaid with a top-quality ruby ​​from Assas, the glasses frame with gold rims was on the bridge of his nose, and the handmade Made wool shirts.

Xillen pursed his parched lips, and his dark blue pupils shone with green light, "The leather is quite fat, so it can make a big splash!"

……

Helen quietly followed behind the middle-aged man. The man seemed to be in a hurry and was unaware of Helen's stalking.

The man turned around on the street, and finally stopped in front of a turning alley.

Hellen, who was following the man, was overjoyed, looked around, and found that he was not noticed by anyone, then walked towards the man who was looking around the corner of the street as if nothing had happened.

The man seemed to have heard something, and suddenly turned his head to look at Helen, and then crazily turned into the dark path like a frightened rabbit.

Seeing this, Xiron stopped in his tracks, thought about the panicked look on the man's face, touched his belly that had been deflated for many days, gritted his teeth, took out a small dagger that was stuck to the inside of his trouser pocket, and followed the man. went in.

At the end of the path is a dead end, quiet and deserted.

"Oh, it seems that the thief is going to be upgraded to a robber..."

Before he could feel too much emotion, Hellen held a dagger in his hand, stared covetously at the trembling man opposite, and slowly approached.

Helen tightened the dagger in his hand, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart. To be honest, it was the first time for him to engage in such a fortune-making business, and he didn't know what to start with.Is it possible to shout "I planted this tree, and I opened this road"?
After pondering for a long time, Xillen decided that it would be better to communicate in a civilized manner. He pointed the dagger forward at the man's throat, and calmly said, "Mr. Morning, I don't want to hurt you. Please put your right hand Give me the ring on your little finger, and I will let you go."

The man was a little excited when he heard the words: "You...you promise you won't hurt me? I still have to find a pastor to save my daughter who is seriously ill. Sir, please don't lie to me!"

Xillen's heart softened when he heard this, and he said softly, "Don't worry, as long as you do what I say, I will definitely not hurt you. I can understand a father's desire to save his daughter's life."

After a while, he paused, and then said: "Well... Since you came out to seek help from the pastor, you must have a lot of gold ranks with you, so take them out together!"

The man was stunned when he heard the words, and couldn't help saying: "Sir, you must not be a believer in Naeson [God of Stealing and Robbers], you should believe in Thales [God of Greed and Desire]!"

Helen said modestly: "Sorry, I only believe in Marx. As for who Marx is, you don't need to know. What you need to know is that if you continue to delay like this, I will reluctantly send you to see Hades [Pluto] of."

The middle-aged man took off the ring on his little finger angrily, and then took out a heavy bag from the inside pocket of his clothes. The brisk collision sound inside made Xillen's adrenaline a little bit up.

"There is no more intoxicating music in the world."

Shiron switched the dagger to his left hand, and slowly stretched out his right hand to get the money bag full of gold coins and the ring.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, Xieren's fingertips can almost feel the concave and convex patterns on the Jin Langke and the sharpness of the gemstones on the ring.

Cold, deathly cold.

When Hieren touched the bag, his right finger inadvertently swept across the man's palm, and the sensation of touch made Hieren tremble all over.

Slightly raising his head, Helen found that the original anxiety and hesitation on the man's face had now turned into indifference, and there was a hint of the cruelty of a hunter playing with his prey at the corner of his mouth.

"The idea is tricky, blah!"

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Hellen just had the idea of ​​a strategic shift in his mind, and before he could make any movements, he found that he was frozen in place, unable to move, and wanted to shout loudly, but there seemed to be a block of cold in his throat. Bing, can't make a sound.

Xillen looked at the pale man in front of him in horror, his heart beating like a drum.

"Do you know why I chose you?" the man said, and the pupils in his eyes began to turn blood red.

"Because people like you have no family, no friends, hang out in small gangs in the market all day long, steal and rob for a living, even if you disappear, the church will not spend a lot of effort to find you. And with you This kind of social scum as the target, His Highness will not feel bad for his conscience, it is really the perfect prey! Thanks to the ancestor, the food for this week is available again!" The man said respectfully and gave a blow in a certain direction. After saluting, he lifted Helen who was stiff with one hand, and the few flashes disappeared in place.

The whistling wind came from his ears, Xillen recalled the man's words, his pupils constricted, and his whole body was icy cold: "There are many races in this world who use the name 'Master Ancestor', but they still use this name with pale skin and blood-red pupils. , then there will be only one race—bloods, vampires!"

　Internal investment has passed, those who want to invest can steal a wave of chicken
　　
　
(End of this chapter)