At about 8 o'clock in the evening, Zhao Qian walked out of the tavern behind him with satisfaction.
He got the bullet, and he knew the location, a nearby cemetery in Paris.
That place is not as majestic and huge as the famous Père La Serreze Cemetery, but it also has some history.
And, most importantly, that place has a very important condition, chaos.
This can be seen from what Old Jack muttered about how people nearby once dug basements and dug up pieces of dead bodies.
I heard that anyone can do whatever they want there as long as they bribe the tombkeeper who guards the tomb with some money.
The corpses buried there were all locals and foreigners whose families were poor or who had no relatives alive to take care of their funerals.
The streets were deserted by the sound of gunfire in the tavern.
But this has also become a good opportunity for street warblers to attract people, because no one will compete with them for business.
Some smart prostitutes followed these posing girls who they might not even take a second look on weekdays.
This street is becoming more and more deserted.
Zhao Qian was walking on the street, looking at the weird ticket-shaped tattoo on his wrist, and he was studying what had just been revealed through the vampire's light blue key.
"Bloody leather glove right hand Origin: Outskirts of Provence, France Equipment Rarity: White.
Equipment effect: Increases your shooting speed by 3 points of agility.
Equipment requirements: Spirit value 5 points.
Equipment location: hands.
Material: humanoid leather.
Additional equipment available: Vampire Demon Pattern Tattoo is not tattooed.
Weight: 02kg.
Length: 300mm This type of equipment comes with special effects: there is a certain chance of increasing the chance of a critical hit during the attack.
Comment: Hagrid never let anyone wear it, because of the past from love to hate.
The combat effectiveness score of this equipment: 10” "Pure blood of the blood clan Item Rarity: White Effect of use: Change your bloodline, making you a vampire without title.
Usage requirements: None.
How to use: Injection.
Item effect: It can attract creatures interested in it after losing its sealed state.
Comment: I feel sorry for your character.
This is something that no smart person will use. " The gloves were put on by Zhao Qian.
They were thin and flesh-colored.
From a distance, it looked like they were no different than without gloves.
It was only after he saw this piece of equipment that he figured out why Hagrid's agility attribute was clearly the same as his at 10, but he was able to knock himself away faster than him just now.
As for the tube of blood pure liquid, it lay quietly in the space of the ticket-shaped tattoo on Zhao Qian's wrist.
A tube of scarlet and black blood, a bit like blackcurrant juice.
But I can vaguely feel that it is thicker than ordinary blood.
The ticket space was something he only learned about after he opened the key and obtained the equipment.
Before that, the prompts didn't seem to tell him about these things.
Outsiders may not know its value yet and think it is just a storage space, but in his opinion, if he had just known that it could be used like this, there would be no need for so much trouble.
At least killing Hagrid doesn't have to be so troublesome.
Feeling the gun in his hand constantly switching between the ticket and his hand, Zhao Qian kept walking forward without stopping.
The road in front of him was getting darker and darker, and he could clearly feel that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians here.
When we reached the gate of the cemetery, there was not a single pedestrian left.
It is in sharp contrast to the brightly lit city of Paris in the distance.
The cold wind mixed with a few faint crows blew toward Zhao Qian, but he seemed not to notice it.
"Ellie Cemetery."
With the bright moonlight in the sky, he could see the writing on the door clearly without any hindrance.
The rusty capital A on top is crumbling.
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In front of a small wooden house next to the gate, a kerosene lamp swaying in the wind flickered brightly in the darkness.
Zhao Qian effortlessly pushed open the large iron door in front of him, which was obviously in disrepair and was not locked.
The room also lit up due to the harsh friction sound of the iron door's hinge.
"Who?"
There was an old voice coming from the cabin, but there was an uncomfortable sharpness in the voice, as if someone had grabbed the speaker's throat.
It seems that the elderly, no matter what age they are in, are easily awakened.
"Is it Mr.
McGee?"
Zhao Qian asked, as if he were a guest visiting someone else.
If the time is right.
"Are you okay?"
"Old Jack from the Pants Legs Gang introduced me..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man in the room, who walked out wearing a thick old leather coat.
Zhao Qian looked at the wrinkled face across from him through the light in front of the house, and the greedy light in his cloudy eyes was looming in it.
"Fifty francs."
The old man said, with a thief smile on his face.
He was almost familiar with this kind of thing.
A silver coin of fifty denominations was thrown out from Zhao Qian's hand expressionlessly, making the eyes of the man opposite him shine brightly.
He walked past him without looking back, completely ignoring the guy's half-hearted smile.
The old man blew on the silver coin in his hand, put it to his ear and listened carefully to some fairy music.
In the cemetery not far away, a few jackdaws flew up under the bright moonlight, and the old guy walked back into the house wearing his old fur coat, as if he hadn't seen them.
"It seems that the power of that thing is pretty good, Angers."
In a warm and bright room, the archbishop in his pajamas looked seriously at the report filled with cipher text in his hand.
After he read the paper, it quickly turned into a pile of ashes and was poured into a small bag by the arbitration official behind him.
"Yes, my lord."
The expressionless coachman responded.
He picked up the thick French-annotated Bible from the bookshelf behind the bishop and read it.
"But our little witcher is dying."
The bishop touched the silver cross around his neck.
His expression was always so familiar.
"Isn't this exactly what you want?
Let those guys from the Demon Hunter Guild be complicit..."
"No, no, no, Angers.
Everyone."
The church has a long history of fighting against secular power.
"I want the entire Demon Hunting Guild, so that I can satisfy Lord Gabriel who is far away in Tibet."
"I see."
The man in black closed the thick book, put it back on the bookshelf, and walked out
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