Dismusk walked into Hadillon step by step and said, "Hey, my name is Dismusk, the helper hired by the Cathedral of San Sebastian, is responsible for cleaning Dracula's."

"I am Yaldi Hadilon, former Brazilian colonel of the international peacekeeping force, thank you for saving me." Hadilon thanked calmly.

"Who is this girl?"

"My sister!" Hadillan replied.

Dismusk squinted his eyes and stared at the unconscious girl without saying a word for a moment.

Under Dismusk's sharp gaze, Hadillan felt like he was sitting on pins and pins and pins. The quiet pressure around him made him feel uncomfortable as if he was under the pressure of the golden man's strong fist. The suffocation arises naturally. In a moment, under Dismusk's strong standpoint, Hadillan's slender cheeks turned pale.

"You are lying~" After a long time, when Hadillen thought he was about to suffocate to death, Dismusk finally spoke. His voice was magnetic and low, and every word penetrated into people's hearts and penetrated into his brain, like a magical sound, making people want to sue him for grief.

Hadilan felt a trance in his consciousness. Years of military experience made him subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue. The severe pain reached his mind. His brain was bright and flexible for a while, and his blurred eyes became clear in an instant. He raised his head unyieldingly, looked straight into the other party's eyes, and sarcastically said, "Soldiers will not lie, but your hypnotic voice can make up lies."

"Sorry, although some things are hard to say, this is a fact after all. The difference between you and me is too big. When I deliberately ask, you will feel uncomfortable, but I don't know what effect it will produce." Dismusk did not care about Hadilon's cold eyes, he just told a fact.

"I have no intention of hurting you, okay, let's change the question, who is that golden man?" Dismusk asked in a second question as he looked at Hadillon's cautious look, but his eyes were always staring at the sleeping or unconscious girl.

Hadilan blocked the girl behind him and looked at the other person again. At this moment, Dismusk seemed to have a word "color" appeared in Hadilan's eyes.

"The name of the Golden man is Lucar Bernstein, 24 years old, born in a black market arms merchant family, and became the head of the American Consortium at a young age. He is also a genius fighter. He is particularly confident in his strength, possesses genius fighting skills and fighting wisdom, and has never failed once among the strong men who challenge the world." Hadilon briefly introduced.

Dismusk browed, and he always felt something was missing, and said in a deep voice, "He is not that simple. You have no other information to tell me. I heard that he killed your wife and children, and you have an irreconcilable hatred with him. So as your enemy, I think you must have studied him carefully."

After hearing this, Hadillen looked straight at Dismusk's bottomless blue eyes, and hesitated for a moment before he hesitating, "Are you trustworthy?"

Dismusk smiled. When he heard this, it means that the other party was not resistant to the question he asked, and the other party would not reject you.

"I am a knight, and it is my duty to eliminate evil and promote good."

What a hypocritical sentence that sounds like, but the truth and lies are only a matter of a thought. The point is that some people believe this trick similar to a deceitful person.

Hadillen stared at Dismusk indifferently for dozens of seconds, trying to find a flaw in the other party's face, but what he saw was sincerity.

"Okay, let me introduce myself. My name is Yaldi Hadilon, the commander-in-chief of Brazilian mercenaries, the rank of colonel, and the honor belongs to the country. The purpose of Brazilian mercenaries to maintain world peace." Hadilon finally chose to believe that he seriously told some jokes that seemed a bit "absurd and unruly". His strength was like saving the world, and he wanted to maintain world peace. He was really an elite from the international peacekeeping force. His ideals were always so full. I don't know if the reality was so cruel.

However, Dismusk, who was born in a military family, admired this lofty ambition and the perseverance of the soldiers. He just nodded to Hadilan silently and gave him silent support.

"I think there is something wrong with the girl behind you." Dismusk stared at the girl behind Hadilon, and then with the latter's strange look, he still asked the doubts in his heart.

"She was what Lukal wanted, there must be something wrong." Hadilent looked at Dismusk's forehead at this time and seemed to have another word "wolf".

"Why did you save her?" Dismusk asked.

"She is innocent!" Hadilan replied in a deep voice. "Lucar is a very talented martial artist. According to my observations, he is looking for something extremely important, and what he cares most about is his own strength. Then the answer is obvious. I don't know what the power he is looking for.

"He is looking for something from hell, with the power of death." Dismusk followed the aura of death to come to the depths of the jungle. Lukar's power had a trace of this pure power, but on the girl, Dismusk clearly felt the flow of the pure dark power. Although it was hidden very deeply, he could still smell a trace of smell.

"Uh, is that, that's really a terrible power!" Hadillon pondered for a moment and asked, "Don't you mind accompanying me to the barracks and have a look, man!"

“Extreme honor!”

From time to time, a few birds cries came from the dense forest, and a few wild monkeys jumped out of the treetops. Dismusk followed Hadilon and walked around.

"Who?" A low shout suddenly came from the weed jungle, followed by the sound of bullets loading.

"Man, I am Yardie!" Yardie Hadilan shouted loudly.

Two soldiers in straw coats walked out of the grass, saluted Hadilon, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is this gentleman?"

"He is my savior. You can continue to be alert and be careful of Lukal's minions!" Hadilan nodded.

"As for orders, my sir."

From these weeds to the depths of the forest, there was a different world here. A spacious flat land appeared in front of Dismusk. Hadillon took Dismusk into a tent in his office, turned to his commander and said, "Call Ralph and Captain Clark to come to my tent."

"Yes, sir!"

Hadillan gently put the girl on the bed, then took off the damaged top and threw it aside, then changed into a simplified green coat.

Dismusk, who followed the tent, looked at Hadilan's office and residence very naturally. An old desk was covered with messy documents. There was a small bookshelves next to it. The top was filled with books, and the innermost was a bed, and nothing left was left. Although the setting was simple, the sparrow was small and had all the internal organs.

"Actually, I prefer everyone to call me Yardie. Although Hadilan represents the honor of a military family, I don't want to live in the glory of my ancestors, in the memories of the past." Hadilan, or the man named Yardie poured two glasses of water and handed one to Dismusk.

"The setting is simple, without tea and coffee, the white water is actually more worthy of aftertaste."

"Thank you, white water is enough, Mr. Yardi!"

Yardie smiled at him, and there was a hint of warmth on his cold face. He whispered, "Can you ask me presumptuously, are you a knight under the Roman church in the Vatican?"

"Have you heard of the Holy Land?" When he mentioned the Vatican, a trace of disdain flashed in Dismusk's eyes. He did not answer Yardie's voice directly, but just asked back.

Yardi thought for a moment and said, "No."

"It is a powerful organization that is above all countries. They have thousands of years of inheritance, uphold the spirit of the knighthood of the mythical age, fight for love and justice, and believe in the gods of wisdom Athena."
Chapter completed!