Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

"May the darkness protect you."

"Let's go, war-weary, to see new places."

Walking towards the main entrance of the manor, Ned Hogg really didn't want to stay here. The owner here is fine, but unfortunately, the servants made him a little bit aggressive. If the middle-level people were all vampires like this, it would really disappoint him.

Sometimes, he felt that there was no future for vampires.

NO.10: After dusk.

(I was lucky on Valentine’s Day, but it’s a pity that it will die after that. I have no motivation to push it willfully and fail to grab it.)

"Although it is the capital of industry, steam locomotives appeared too fast."

"Admiral, the UK has indeed begun to use trains at this time."

"Really? It seems that I remembered wrongly."

At [-]:[-] in the evening, London Railway Station, of course, there will be no trains passing by at this time, and no trains will stop here, only the polished silver tracks intertwine with each other, like a group of steel snakes.

Of course, this is based on the premise that there is light shining.

The heavy fog in the past few days temporarily stopped the train, and the railway was closed so that there were no other people here. Even the control room was empty, only the gas lights were still flashing in the dark.

However, unfortunately, the duke probably wouldn't think that the noble duke was going to squeeze the train, so he didn't remind him of it.

"Admiral... what now?"

Looking at Ned Hogg who looked a little irritable, she had actually been busy for a day and a half. As a ship's mother, she still needed sleep, but seeing Ned Hogg not tired at all, she never brought it up.

In this era, there are no car models that can be used. It is better to say that there is nothing to look forward to at this point in time.

Then she saw in front of Nid Hogg, some disgusting black matter suddenly appeared and rose from the ground, turning into a... motorcycle.

The silver body, black tattoos, and smooth shape, look completely different from the black mud prototype before.

"The location is here, show me the way. This mansion cannot be detected by the spiritual force under the cover of the spell, so I can only give an approximate location."

Turning over and straddling the vehicle, Nid Hogg twisted the handle as he handed the envelope to War Weariness. The roar of beasts echoed in the platform, and the exhaust pipe at the back of the locomotive emitted blue flames in due course.

"Admiral, is it really all right?"

He took the envelope, looked at the address and the attached map, and then looked down at the locomotive controlled by Nid Hogg. To be honest, as long as he saw the process of forming the locomotive clearly, he would not be able to trust the car made of black mud. And War-weary has never seen his colonel drive a car.

"Don't waste time, aren't you tired?"

Stretching out his hand, he directly pulled Zhanhan to the car, and Ned Hogg's tone became a little impatient.

"Sit still, and don't just yell, remember to tell me the direction."

hum!

Roar! ! !

The locomotive roared again, accompanied by gusts of strong winds from the spray of flames, and at the same time it really brought out screams of war weariness.

……

On the other side, in a mechanical repair shop in London.

The tungsten electric lamp above the head emits a dim yellow light, which is a gentle and non-irritating light that vampires like.Although Edison's reform of electric lights has been frustrated for a long time, he is not alone in this field. Many unknown beings have contributed a lot on the road of science, but their achievements and their names cannot be known to the public. Only some people can enjoy their fruits.

Even for vampires, the night is their active stage, but it is obviously abnormal for a machinery shop to open a shop at night, not to mention that this slum area is a place where filth is hidden, surrounded by prostitutes who attract customers, or Knife-wielding gangsters hiding in alleys to rob, this situation is more rampant at night, even if you are not afraid of the so-called trouble in this case, it is meaningless if there are no guests.

Although there are naturally few people opening a shop in this place, like Nid Hogg, there will naturally be valuable customers who need it to come here automatically. There are many good things in this shop, for those humans.

The old man's business is only for human beings, and the nocturnal group is not his customer range.

Sitting securely on the rocking chair and looking at the ceiling, the sound of the pendulum never stops in my ears. The old man likes this feeling of stability very much, but it is difficult to maintain this feeling.

The return of the crimson crescent awakened his past memories, the sound of rushing and roaring echoed in his ears, as long as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to recall the joy of killing freely under the leadership of that person, which somewhat destroyed his state of mind.

"It's not good, it's not good."

Monotonous footsteps came from outside the closed door, even though the footsteps could not be conveyed to anyone at such a distance, the vampire's hearing did make the old man aware of the one who suddenly appeared in the mixed sound, Light, monotonous footsteps.

Lifting his right hand hanging by the rocking chair, he slowly put the iron ring he was holding onto the middle finger of his right hand. The next moment, the monotonous and light footsteps stopped.

Then there was a close knock on the door.

"Come in by yourself, a door can't stop you."

There was a faint humming sound in the air, and then an unprovoked black mist poured into the room through the gap in the door, and finally two human figures condensed.

"It came so fast."

Looking at the young man and woman, the old man got up from the rocking chair and gradually straightened his back. The feeling of weakness of an old man no longer surrounds him.

The eyes of the man and the old man met, they walked forward slowly, and held out their hands.

Both men and women, like the elderly, wear iron-cast rings on their right hands, and rings of the same standard are worn on their middle fingers. As their outstretched right hands clasp, the friction of the rings makes a tooth-stinging micro-sound.

"Occam, why didn't you report immediately."

The handshake that represented friendship was just two men, and the only woman present did not intend to express friendliness, as could be seen from her questioning tone.

But the old man didn't mind her rudeness.

"That's what His Majesty meant."