The night rain in Budapest gradually subsided.
In an abandoned and collapsing building outside the suburbs.
Lake looked around but couldn't find any trace of a werewolf.
"Huh?"
"Have you changed the location?"
Lake touched his chin, looked at the dust on the table not far away, and blinked.
Little Cotton Jacket Catherine looked up at her daddy and asked, "Did we find the wrong place?"
Lake shook his head.
He remembered that when he came here last year, after knowing that Emilia would be changing terms this year, he took the time to find the hiding place of Lucian and his group of werewolves.
After all, werewolves are not vampires. They can walk during the day. Since they can walk during the day, as long as you look carefully, you can easily find some clues.
for example...
Why can people without jobs still survive and not become homeless?
Serena, who was standing next to him, felt the lingering scent and said, "We've found the right place. There is indeed the scent of a werewolf here, but it's very faint now. This smell has been there for at least half a year."
Lake nodded, then looked at his little cotton-padded jacket: "Forget it, let's go home."
Little Cotton Jacket Catherine exclaimed: "Daddy, you are not entering forcefully."
Lake glanced at the empty and deserted surroundings. "How can I get in without giving me a chance? It's okay. There's not much difference in just a few days. It doesn't make much difference whether I come earlier or later."
Catherine blinked. "Really?"
Lake nodded, and suddenly thought of something. He raised his eyebrows and walked out of the building: "If it's not here, then it should be somewhere else."
Michael Cowen.
Descendants of the third son of Alexander Corvinus.
It's strange.
As the third son of Alexander Corvinus who was not bitten by a bat or a wolf, he theoretically inherited Alexander Corvinus's immortal gene, but this third son and his descendants will all die. Not only will they be killed, but they will even die of old age.
So, what did this third one inherit?
Are you lonely?
Or the so-called recessive gene.
Lake didn't understand, but he didn't intend to figure it out. Since the subway shootout had happened, the werewolf Lucian should go find Michael Cowen tonight.
It's still early now, so I'll go over and take a look. It would be even better if I could see him.
Michael Cowen is a doctor who lives in apartment building number 10, fifth floor, in Block 3B, Budapest.
It's actually not far from here, only half an hour's walk away.
Serena frowned and asked, "Is there anything special about this human?"
Lake glanced at Serena and said, "Guess."
Serena: "…"
Little Cotton Jacket grabbed Lake's sleeve and shook it: "Daddy, I'm curious too."
Lake took a look at his little cotton-padded jacket and briefly revealed Michael Cowen's origins.
Selina looked shocked and skeptical when she heard this.
The little cotton-padded jacket, who inherited Lake's perfect deep blue eyes, rolled her eyes and said, "Then, if I bite him and suck his blood, won't I be afraid of the sun too?"
Lake laughed and said, "Although that guy is a descendant, his blood is recessive. If you want to be immune to sunlight, Alexander Corvinus' blood is the most useful. When I'm done here, I'll go find him and ask for some blood for you."
Catherine said sweetly, "Thank you, Daddy."
Said.
Catherine winked at Serena with an expression that said, "I'll share some with you when the time comes."
Serena was skeptical.
after all...
She had never heard of such a thing.
This person...
There is something strange.
Selena glanced at Lake, who was holding a small yellow umbrella, one hand in his pocket, and dressed in a suit and tie, looking very handsome, and thought so in her heart.
Half an hour later.
We arrived at the apartment building where Michael Cowen lived.
Fifth floor.
510.
Serena stepped forward, ready to break the door.
Little Cotton Jacket stopped Serena and said, "Be polite, be polite before using force. This is what my dad taught me."
Lake laughed.
After all, he is her own little cotton-padded jacket. Look, unlike that rebellious son, the little cotton-padded jacket remembers every word he said clearly. If Emilia hadn't protected that rebellious son, he would have been slapped to death long ago.
Boom boom boom!
There was no response to the knock.
Lake raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.
7:30 in the evening.
Poor office workers, haven't you gotten off work yet?
Lake waved his right hand and took out a key that was also made last year. It was connected to the door lock of Michael Cowen's house. He turned it and opened the door and walked in.
The room is not big.
All in view.
No matter the size of the room or the furnishings in the room, it fully proves one thing: although this guy is a doctor, he is obviously not doing very well.
After all, doctors are divided into different levels.
If a doctor in the East drives a luxury car, he might be complained by his patients about corruption and bribery.
But if you are a federal doctor and you don't drive a luxury car, patients will just think that you are a poor doctor, otherwise, why can't you drive a luxury car.
Turn on the light.
Serena glanced at a photo frame on the table. After picking it up, she stared at the man in the frame. Looking up, a scene of a shootout with werewolves in the subway flashed by: "This man appeared in the subway station, and the werewolves were chasing him."
Lake bent down, staring at the bottles of wine in the room's wine cabinet. Without turning around, he said, "Although this guy has a recessive gene, he's still a pure-blooded descendant. After drinking his blood, Lucian will be able to evolve into an even more powerful werewolf."
For example, a werewolf that can truly switch from human form to wolf form perfectly.
The wolf tribe that Lucian has right now is so ugly in wolf form, with no aesthetic appeal at all.
Both living in Europe, and both seeing vampires and werewolves, Lake's aesthetic tends to be more inclined towards the Twilight version of vampires and werewolves.
I don't know the origins of the vampires and werewolves of Twilight's lineage.
Lake thought so in his heart, just as every myth believes that they are unique, the three elders of Emilia are respected in the myth of night, and the royal family of Volturi is respected in the myth of twilight.
Emilia had previously mentioned the Volturi royal family who were also in Europe, but although they were all vampires, they were all human beings just like humans and were still differentiated by skin color.
so...
Emilia didn't interact much with the Volturi royal family.
Serena put down the photo: "No, I want to go back."
Lake took out a bottle of slightly more valuable whiskey from the liquor cabinet and smiled: "Go back, who are you going to tell, Kraven?"
Serena stopped.
If what Lake said was true, then Kraven had allied with Lucian. What was the difference between going back and telling Kraven and walking into a trap?
Serena looked up: "Elder Emilia."
Lake found a cup and said, "Your Vampire Council has a rule. A month before the change of term, Emilia had already essentially stepped down. Now it is Kraven who is in charge of the affairs."
Besides.
Lake had no intention of letting Emilia go down the mountain. After all, he was Emilia's lover. Some things should be solved by men. Emilia just had to wait to accept the territory.
It's because Lake can only come here to accompany Emilia for four months every year, so let's just consider it as compensation.
Serena frowned.
Just then.
A man with slightly wet hair appeared in the corridor on the fifth floor, looking at the handsome man and beautiful woman in his room with some suspicion and fear: "Who are you?"
Michael Cowen was on tiptoe, ready to turn around.
Lake looked up at Michael in the corridor, raised his eyebrows, and raised his glass: "Michael, oh, thank God, you are finally back. I have been waiting for you for a long time. Come in, have a drink and warm yourself up."
A big question mark flashed across Michael's head, but, seemingly under Lake's familiar and friendly words, he still walked into the room hesitantly. After taking the whiskey handed to him by Lake, he looked at Lake curiously: "Sir, do we know each other?"
Lake smiled slightly: "Of course, you are Michael Cowen, right."
Michael nodded.
Lake smiled and said, "Look, if I don't know you, how would I know your name, right?"
Well...
Michael felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell why for a while. After all, he had just experienced something he had never experienced before.
The legendary werewolf.
That ghostly pace.
That...
Michael Cowen's eyes fell on Selina, whom he had caught a glimpse of when he was escaping in the subway. His eyes widened instantly.
"You, you, you…"
"Relax, Michael."
Lake looked at Michael who was pointing at Serena and patted Michael's shoulder: "Don't worry, we are not here to find you. It's just that the person I'm looking for will come to you, so I came to find you. Do you understand what I mean?"
I do not understand.
Michael swallowed his saliva, feeling like a sheep in a wolf's mouth. Michael looked at Lake with an expression that seemed to want to cry but couldn't: "I don't know you. I swear, I didn't see anything."
Please let me go.
Lake shook his head.
Just then.
Serena suddenly looked up at the ceiling.
"Wolf..."
"boom!"
Before Selina finished her words, two extremely ugly werewolves, who were walking upright, stepped through the ceiling, roared, and prepared to pounce on Michael.
A pair of sharp claws flashed with cold light, as if they wanted to tear Lake, who was blocking their way with his back to them, into two halves alive.
Catherine exclaimed, "Daddy, be careful!"
"hold head high!"
Lake didn't even have the interest to look back. He just stretched his right hand back and pinched down like a dragon claw. In an instant, like a million-dollar special effect, an extremely sharp golden dragon claw appeared. The dragon claw fell from the sky, expanded instantly, and directly pinched the two werewolves who were still in the air.
Ancient martial arts.
If one wants to master the Dragon Claw, one must naturally have the corresponding internal skills.
so...
The release of internal energy changes it into the shape of a dragon claw, which is very reasonable!
"Ouch!"
"puff!"
"boom!"
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