You're Lazy, Dracula

According to the original historical development track, things like newspapers should have been slowly popularized after 1600, but now, things like newspapers have basically been popularized in countries near the continent of Europe.Dracula and Nangong also discovered that month that some aspects of social life in these countries are almost catching up with Europe after 1800. Just now, someone even slipped past in an extremely simple motor vehicle. It seems that King Dior, who loves to read, has also spread a lot of advanced concepts and technologies to the Europa continent in this world.

The service staff put two plates of boiled soybeans and a newspaper on the table, bowed and walked away. Dracula picked up the newspaper, spread it out to look at it, and saw a bucket written in English when he looked up. Big one title.

"London serial murder happened again last night, and the prisoner is still on the run."

The text next to the title lists in detail the various cases committed by the murderer from the beginning of the murder case, and briefly recounts the case that happened last night. It ends with something like hunting down the criminal with all your might.

"It turned out to be the fourth one."

After reading the article, Dracula went on to say:

"It seems that in the streets and alleys of the East End of London, there are many dark creatures who have become wandering warblers."

"Most of them are from the vampire family."

Nangong stirred his share of boiled soybeans with a spoon that month, and said to Dracula:

"Other races either don't have this capital, or they are not good at doing this kind of thing."

"But the two orphans of the Scarlet family probably wouldn't do such a thing, right?"

Dracula speculated:

"I heard that among the vampires, those two descendants are only children in their early ten years. If you want to do this business, you have neither experience nor capital."

"The Scarlet family is also a big family among vampires. Considering this situation, those two descendants should have the financial conditions to buy properties in London at will like us."

Nangong Nayue analyzed:

"If you are buying a manor, it should be too much attention for children. But the Scarlet family should have a little hiding place for their descendants in the three caves of the cunning rabbit."

"If it's a place like this, there's basically no other way but to lure the snake out of its hole. [Jack the Ripper] must have thought the same way, so he must be desperately hunting down the vampires hiding in London at this time."

Dracula stuffed a spoonful of boiled soybeans into his mouth, and said:

"I should be able to detect it directly using magic that involves karma and fate, but that's too troublesome. If the current situation continues, the descendants of the Scarlet family should appear in front of us no matter what. So What we need now is an intelligence network that can quickly convey to us what is happening everywhere."

"Create an intelligence network... I can make some things like familiars and put them all over the city of London, but if I go out of the city, I can't help it no matter how far away."

After Nangong finished talking that month, he also started to eat his portion of boiled soybeans with tomato sauce.

"There is no problem with this. Although you have no magic power and I have no motivation, we have money."

Dracula showed a rich smile to Nangong Nayue.

"You know, in the slums near London, there are as many homeless guys with nothing to do. As long as we give money and show a little strength, they will become our most loyal correspondents."

12. Intelligence network

In a cathedral in the bustling Soho district of London, a muscular old man with white beard and hair dressed in a priest's attire was kneeling upright in front of a cross, praying silently.

Although he was kneeling and his head was slightly lowered, his back was still straight. Looking from behind, he looked more like a warrior than a priest.

His way of praying is also somewhat incompatible with this church, because this is a Protestant church in England. There are only large benches for those who participate in mass and worship in the cathedral. There is no place in front of the church for priests to pray. On the kneeling platform, there is no statue of Jesus, but a cross instead of Almighty God.

In Protestantism, the priest only needs to pray silently to the cross in the church, but this old man in the priest's uniform stubbornly and meticulously implements the strict prayer method belonging to the Catholic Church.

The door of the church suddenly opened a gap, and a gust of wind blew over from the door of the church, passing over the old man's cheek.The old man's whispered prayer also stopped. He opened his eyes, looked at the cross in front of him, and said:

"You came."

Snapped.

After he finished speaking, the world seemed to lose a frame inexplicably, and then, a silver-haired girl wearing a windbreaker and covering the lower half of her face with a high collar appeared in the left side of the third row of the church on the bench.She raised one leg, put it on her other knee, made a rather indecent gesture for a lady, and then asked in a cold voice:

"About here, what exactly are you going to do?"

She paused, and called out the other party's name that made many dark creatures on the continent of Europa fearful.

"Knight Johannes?"

"You and I know this kind of thing, don't you?"

Johannes turned around slowly to this guy who was called a priest by the silver-haired girl even though he was wearing a priest's clothes. With his right hand behind his back, he continued to say to the girl:

"Of course it's about your father, that Dior..."

brush!

A silver scalpel suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and shot towards his forehead, but the old man didn't change his expression, he slowly stretched out his left hand, and clamped it with two fingers. scalpel.

"Really, even if you don't believe in religion, at least when you are in the church, please respect the great Lord a little bit?"

"I warn you one last time, that Dior guy is not my father."

The silver-haired girl was still sitting on the bench. She had already put her legs on the backrests of the row of chairs in front, crossed her hands, looked at Johannes coldly and said.

"Okay, I apologize."

Johannes threw the scalpel back at the girl, then looked at her legs resting on the back of the bench, and said helplessly:

"But at least you put your legs down first."

The girl reached out to catch her throwing knife, put it back inside the windbreaker and inserted it, then put her legs down.

"Speak the truth."

"Well, I believe that you will cross the sea and come to this country because of this matter."