A pair of fox ears poked out from the messy hair, and the tips of the ears shone with a pale golden light, as if catching the starlight.

The young gentleman was wearing modern-style clothes, a loose khaki sweater and a pair of dark blue denim shorts, which exposed his fair calves. On his feet he wore a pair of simple canvas shoes and a pair of white

The fox tail poked out from the back of the sweater, swaying gently with his movements.

"You bastards of underground skeletons, your mother never told you to curl up with me when you are a guest in other people's homes. Honestly, don't you have a mother?" Turs Colbert looked at him like he was looking at garbage.

Quinton ahead.

The young shota immediately broke his cute image as soon as he opened his mouth. Facing the shota’s question, Quinton could only answer with a dry smile:

"It turns out it's Mr. [Man in the Mirror], please understand us. We are just following the orders from above. We are just workers. Everyone has to eat..."

"You embezzled the balance of protection fees from four streets behind the back of your immediate boss. You bought three luxury homes in the Oslo area in this world. Each of these luxury homes has a mistress. Your favorite posture is to be on top of a woman.

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"I will take the others and evacuate here now!!!" Quinton interrupted Turs with a sharp voice.

Quinton has heard the rumors about the "Man in the Mirror" before. He is called the patron saint of the protected area. According to the rumors, he is a "Master" who has a strange disease and his ability is to read people's hearts.

, he provoked many gang fights and always guarded the reserve.

Quinton knew today that the rumors were not false. The reason why he left so simply was because he knew that if he stayed here, everyone would die, and he would become a victim of the struggle between the "Man in the Mirror" and the big shot of the Vampire Clan, so

He decisively chose to retreat.

As for the task, he has already given the notice, and what happens next is beyond his control.

Soon, Quinton left here in embarrassment with his surviving men, while Tours on the side stared at them coldly. It wasn't until they left that he withdrew his cold light and turned to his concerned eyes.

Looking towards Creighton.

"Crichton, how are you?"

"Ahem, cough, cough, I'm fine. Releasing a thaumaturgy will not aggravate the invasion of the virus. I am already a terminal patient. If you hadn't been providing special medicine, I would have died long ago." Creighton replied with a cough.

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"You go and have a good rest first. I will have a good talk with the new vampire about the tax increase." Turs patted Creighton on the back and said to him softly.

"Ahem, Turs, what you should worry about is actually yourself."

Old Creighton didn't pay attention to Tours' words. Instead, he looked up and down at the handsome old man in front of him.

"In the past, you were the same age as me; but now, you have become like a child."

"Your ability does not come without any price. I am really afraid that one day you will become a babbling baby."

Tours was silent for a moment, then he raised his head and looked at Creighton and replied.

"Don't worry about me, you old guy who is half buried in the earth. I have always maintained my youth, and many people can't envy me. You should pay more attention to yourself, and don't one day become so osteoporotic that you can't stand up."

"Harm~"
Chapter completed!