She is not an investigator.

"So you are not as good as your brother. You are not steady enough, nor smart enough. In particular, you should not have turned your weapon on your only ally."

Puff-!

The blade suddenly thrust out with force, and to the old priest's astonishment, it embedded itself in his palm as he tried to push it away.

He didn't stop there, but continued to push forward. In the blink of an eye, the blade flew into empty air, leaving a few drops of blood.

The old priest's head slowly fell to the ground. It rolled to his feet, the look of surprise on his face frozen in place.

"I don't need your so-called help."

He slowly sheathed his sword, turned around, and prepared to walk towards the church hall.

"Don't leave in a hurry."

Unexpectedly, the old priest, who should have died from this, slowly picked up the head that had fallen to the ground, put it back on his body, and even patted off the dust.

"To be honest, you are more arrogant than I imagined. Perhaps you are more suited to be the sinner of arrogance, but unfortunately that position has already been filled."

He stopped in his tracks, drew his blade once more, and without turning back, slashed at the old priest's head.

But this time, the slash stopped in mid-air, slowly blocked by a finger.

"Interrupting someone is not polite, but I forgive you. After all, this story needs a more dynamic villain."

He blew on his beard, forcing an unpleasant smile onto his wrinkled face.

"You are not—"

"Hush, what you see and hear is not real, what you feel and hear is all an illusion. Whoever you think I am, that is who I am."

As the old priest finished speaking, he finally saw the face hidden beneath the human skin.

It was not fear, nor was it fright.

All that remained was confusion and bewilderment.

He was, after all, a newborn life, so naturally he could not understand, or rather, he would never understand, what was in front of him.

Is it darkness, nothingness, or fog?

Is it flesh and blood, a plant, or mud?

He could sense the mystery emanating from the universe, but he couldn't understand the silent whispers that lingered in his ears.

Just like he could never understand what a thousand-faced god was.

"Don't keep the audience waiting too long. You just need to play your role well, do what you have to do, and try to find a way to survive in this script."

Snapped--

The crisp snap of his fingers pulled him back from his dazed and scattered mind, and also sheathed the drawn blade in his hand.

The quiet courtyard was silent, with the vampire and the priest facing each other.

Only when the first gust of cold wind blew across the plants did the chilling stillness and deathly silence finally dissipate.

Unbeknownst to him, the vampire's back was already soaked with sweat, and his hand holding the scabbard was trembling, whether from the cold of the night or from extreme fear, he didn't know.

But what was he afraid of?

He snapped out of his daze, looked up at the priest in front of him, and then glanced at the surrounding courtyard.

It was as if he had been in a dream and had drifted off into a daze. The moment he came back to his senses, all the memories of the past seemed to have vanished as a result.

This time, however, he no longer had the courage to draw his weapon.

Let's get back to the main topic.

The old priest spoke again. It was unclear whether he had noticed the vampire's strange state; perhaps he had, but he didn't care.

Just like following a script, they recited their own lines.

"We'd better settle this tonight. We don't have much time or manpower. You can't be sure of Miral's death, so you can't ignore the risks he brings. The faster we act, the better for us."

"Also, keep a close eye on your men. Either make them hide, or just kill that sheriff. Don't let him find any evidence against us. The more forces this matter attracts, the worse it will be for us."

"That's all I have to say. Perhaps to you, everything I have is insignificant, but I must say that we are now in the same boat, and we are all trying to survive in our own way."

His tone became somewhat strange, even distorted.

The vampire didn't even understand if he was really talking to him.

Or perhaps, the person speaking isn't him at all.

The Bizarre Stage Play – The City of Gluttonous Bloodthirsty Beggars: Chapter Thirty-Seven, Be a Good Boy Next Time

3:30 a.m.

Dawn was probably not far off, but Igris and the others didn't just stay huddled in a corner doing nothing.

However, for them, the current situation is not as critical as they imagined.

The three of them had been squatting near the entrance to the lower city for almost ten minutes.

“I took a look, and they are guarding this place. There are quite a few of them, and the vast majority of them are vampires. There are some at the entrance, and I guess there will be some at the exit of the lower city as well.”

As the administrator spoke, she nudged Igris, who was standing next to her, with her arm.

"But you should know that these people can't play a key role. We can just charge in, and they can't stop us."

“Of course, that is indeed a solution,” Igris replied.

However, Igris didn't want to cause too much of a commotion before entering the lower city. At least they still couldn't pinpoint Igris's location. If they could find a way to enter the lower city quietly, they probably wouldn't expect Igris to be there.

The problem is how to bypass the guards here and go directly to the lower city.

Igris subconsciously touched her pockets. Apart from the weapons she carried and some fashionable trinkets, she usually didn't carry much else of value.

In other words, their only remaining option is to force their way in.

Ultimately, we still have to break in.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Administrator."

As Igris finished speaking, a silver figure flashed across the street under the cover of night.

The administrator was quick and nimble; before most of the vampire guards could even react, the blade had already pierced the back of their heads.

Having such a comrade-in-arms is something to be very fortunate about, and it would be even more perfect if she were in better physical condition.

"Sigh... I'm almost used to this kind of life. I'm either on the road to trouble or heading towards trouble."

While muttering a complaint under her breath, Igris straightened up and followed behind Nelly after she rushed out.

As the two women appeared on the street, the security guard stopped what she was doing and stood beside several corpses piled together.

The pure silver mask made her face stand out even more under the moonlight, and coupled with her silver hair, she was indeed a very beautiful sight.

However, there are always some people who can't appreciate this kind of scenery and will insist on interrupting.

"Found it! Found it! Found it!"

The sound of rapid footsteps quickly filled the silent street.

Amidst the many vampires who rushed to the scene, another incongruous figure sped toward the center of the battlefield at a speed unmatched by anyone else.

Because the movements were too fast and the amplitude was too large, many vampires on the road were knocked to the ground by its unreserved impacts, and the figure's movements became unsteady again and again, but it did not slow down at all.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the figure appeared in front of Igris, right in front of all the vampires, and pounced on her body.

boom--!

But what awaited them was a merciless hammer blow.

"How rude of you... Before you set your sights on someone else's prey, you should at least let me know."

thump.

As the figure flew backward rapidly, the spiked hammer in Nelly's hand also fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

As she spoke, she tilted her head to look at Igris, covered her mouth, and chuckled softly.

"Don't mind, you can leave here first, I can handle it."

The entrance to the lower city has indeed been cleared by the administrators, so now is the best opportunity to sneak in.

But if Nelly really intends to stay behind to cover the retreat, then her fate will be quite obvious.

Don't do things that are meaningless.

Igris came to her side and together they grasped the heavy spiked hammer handle.

Nelly's eyes widened instantly, but before she could react, a clear clanging of chains rang out.

Almost instinctively, she prepared to raise her spiked hammer to meet the attack, but the moment she raised her wrist, a bullet shot out in front of her.

thump--

The figure that had been running towards them finally fell to the ground, and it was only through this opportunity that Igris was able to barely make out the other person's appearance.

Her long, black robe, just like Nelly's, made her inconspicuous in the night. However, compared to the heavy spiked hammer in Nelly's hand, her arm was wrapped with an extremely hard-looking chain, the end of which was a sharp spike.

Igris didn't know what the weapon was called, but it was clear that she was the type who excelled in agility.

But who cares? After all, she can't outrun a bullet.

"I regret that I have to shoot your colleague in front of you, but I think you won't mind too much."

Seeing the figure lying motionless on the ground, Igris even fired two more shots before looking at the somewhat dazed Nelly beside her.

“Now, let’s go. Although we still have plenty of time, I don’t want it to be wasted admiring corpses.”

Nelly snapped out of her daze, and the smile on her face became somewhat awkward and fearful.

"Of course...of course, it's my honor. Today is truly a memorable day...I'll write it in my diary, even though I don't have one..."

She murmured to herself as she picked up the spiked hammer and turned to follow Igris away.

But after thinking for a long time and observing the vampires who had not yet arrived at the scene, she finally came to the side of the other nun who was lying on the ground.

Nelly looked at the familiar figure in front of her, noticing the bullet hole and bloodstain on her forehead, and slowly closed her eyes.

May the Lord protect you.

Then, she raised the spiked hammer in her hand and smashed it down without hesitation.

She didn't have any particular sadistic tendencies, nor did she have any issues with her colleagues; it was just a simple coping mechanism.