Leaving Snow's house, Klein looked at Emlin with an excited expression with a slightly strange expression.

Emlin glanced at the detective who rescued himself from the Harvest Church, raised his eyebrows and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Why, are you curious why I signed the contract so easily?"

"You don't know what you learned from Mr. Snow at all." Klein rolled his eyes at Emlin's mocking tone, but nodded.

"You said everything. He is a demigod-level strong man. Do I have a reason to refuse?" Emlin looked at Klein with an expression of "I can't even figure it out". Klein just grinned and then complained wildly in his heart:

"I just opened my spiritual vision, and there is no blue of rationality on you! You are definitely blinded by the doll! You are just making excuses for your previous irrationality! I want me to think you are not that stupid!"

Of course, when speaking such words, Klein had no doubt that the vampire who still owed his fare would be angry, so he chose to change the topic:

"Then aren't you worried about the doll's problems?"

"Please, it's just a demigod, we don't lack blood clan!" Emlin raised his head and looked arrogant, and said with an expression similar to the "I'm super awesome" emoticon that Klein had seen before traveling through time:

"When the next party, I will go to the elders of the clan to identify it in the name of checking whether the doll has a curse. Isn't it better to go to the elders of the clan to identify it? This way, you can take the doll with you reasonably. If the doll really has a problem, it means that he violated the contract first, and Doroth will belong to me! Oh, by the way, I will get my reward before this! Well, what's the name? Alice? Zelda? Rolamia? Well, they are all too ordinary. This is my first custom doll, and you must have a good name..."

Seeing Mr. Vampire begin to talk to himself, Klein has reached a situation where he can't help but cover his face without the ability of a clown.

This vampire...

Sure enough, as Mr. Snow said, the vampires were really arrogant.

With Klein's understanding of Snow, he was sure that the gentleman had definitely calculated the vampire's idea, and his little thoughts now were probably in the gentleman's plan.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't control his curiosity and asked immediately:

"By the way, how much does Mr. Snow's puppet cost? Can you make vampires like you go crazy?"

"Blood clan! Please call me Blood clan!" Emlin instinctively corrected, and then realized what Klein was asking, and then looked at Klein with contempt.

"You are so vulgar when you use money to measure a master's work!"

"So? How much is it worth?" Klein admitted his vulgarity without hesitation. Emlin grinned and finally started to popularize the detective who didn't seem to understand the market very much-

"I have never seen the doll of Dorothy's quality. After all, there are few extraordinary people who spend their time making dolls, but dolls that are one level lower than her. I have seen them at auction. The doll was sold for 8,000 pounds. Although there are the final work of the master, such as the rich showing off their wealth, if sold at auction, Dorothy should be able to sell for 15,000 pounds or even higher. This has not yet considered the situation of the author being a demigod."

"Eight thousand pounds? This is already more than the price of the five extraordinary characteristics of the sequence!" Klein widened his eyes. It was difficult to understand why a doll made of clay could be sold at such a terrifying price. He even thought in his mind, "Would you like to learn how to make dolls?"

"What expression do you have? Why do you look at me with this kind of eyes?" Emlin keenly noticed Klein's expression of pity and shuddered immediately, but Klein did not answer Emlin's question. At this moment, he seemed to be able to see the scene of this vampire who was crazy about the doll, who had spent all his money and worked frantically because of Mr. Snow's endless "works".

"Raising a doll is like sucking that money!"

After a brief silence, Emlin suddenly showed a somewhat shy expression, looking at Klein, who was full of "eight thousand pounds" in his mind, which made Klein shudder instantly and tighten his neckline with vigilance. Emlin looked at his expression and originally wanted to say something disgusting, but then he thought that he still wanted to ask for it, so he finally went straight to the point:

"Can you lend me some money? I need to hire a car to pull my babies back..."

...

After sending away Klein and Emlin, Snow came to the basement and activated the furnace, intending to start creating his own customized doll for Emlin.

Although he did not use extraordinary abilities, he successfully used Emlin's pride and confidence as a blood clan and his love for dolls to corrupt him, which made his potion digestion progress have improved.

Of course, because he only corrupted a sequence of seven, the feedback he received was far less than that of the bullying and coward before.

"No matter how small the mosquito is, it is still flesh." Snow shook his head and turned toward Mr. A's house. If you want to gain the power of the gods, you must please the gods. This is also an equivalent exchange...

...

“Huhu…”

In a house in Beckland Bridge, thunderous snoring sounds fluctuate rhythmically. If it were on the battlefield, such snoring would be enough to make the people around them ignore the roar of artillery fire, but fortunately, the owner of this room seemed to live alone.

"Crack!" The twisted sound of metal and wood suddenly sounded. Amid the huge snoring, the sound seemed so inconspicuous, but the intruder seemed to have no intention of hiding. With the huge footsteps, the snoring stopped abruptly. An old man, who was old and had a hideous scar on his face, was lifted up directly from the bed.

“Wooah…”

The old man waved his arms in pain and tried his best to break free from the thick arm, but the power of the arm was too huge. No matter how hard he struggled, it would be difficult to gain any breathing gap.

Feeling the struggle of the prey in his hand becoming weaker and weaker, the owner of his arm showed a hideous and bloodthirsty desire. There was a strong malice in his eyes, but he rarely restrained his murderous intent, letting his hand go, and letting the old man fall to the ground. Seeing his breathing, a kind of joy like a cat playing with a mouse rose in the man's heart.

He deliberately took a step forward and stepped on the other party's legs hard. With a click, the old man suddenly let out a shrill scream.

But this painful whine seemed to stimulate the other party's pleasure nerve. His fingertips stretched out sharp claws with metallic cold light, pressed them against the old man's neck, and asked with a hideous smile:

"I asked, you said!"
Chapter completed!