Chapter 170

Howard returned to the hotel room and sat on the sofa.

It can be seen from his empty eyes that this guy has not been freed from the bloody picture on the hotel wall.

Once a great omen that could warm people's hearts, it suddenly turned into a pool of viscous minced meat composed of organic and inorganic substances and carbohydrates.

It was really a heavy blow to Howard, who was going to have a fierce battle.

Whether he can rise again in the second half of his life is a big problem.

It's time for stark industries to transform the pharmaceutical industry.

Otherwise, the inheritance of the family will be broken in their own hands.

Howard looked down at his motionless lower body with a sad look on his face.

It has become a thing of the past that New York is recognized as a romantic prodigal and a lover.

"Well... Would you like something to eat?"

Luke touched his stomach and ignored Howard's sad mood.

After a boring meeting all day, he didn't have time for dinner.

The little fruit in the fruit tray can't fill your stomach.

"I want to... Vomit!"

Howard's throat rolled twice, and the surging desire to vomit came again.

"It's too fragile. It's a pity that there is no master Bei's survival program in this era. That's the real meal."

Luke shook his head. When he was painting his house in Brooklyn, he broke people's heads at night. He saw the turbid brain mixed with red and white flowing out. Afterwards, he could eat pizza and listen to music as if nothing had happened.

That's a big heart from experience.

"I ordered a lobster pasta. Are you sure you don't want some, Howard?"

In the face of Luke's "kind" question, the sound of vomiting in the toilet became more intense.

"It's terrible. A failed appointment often brings a heavy price to yourself that is difficult to pay."

Luke not only had no sympathy for Howard's tragic experience, but gloated.

After this lesson, he probably won't be interested in women who take the initiative to deliver them to the door anymore.

More than ten minutes later, the room service rang the doorbell, Luke's lobster pasta and Howard's sugar free coffee were delivered outside the door.

"Can you stop smoking so... Too much! I just came out of the toilet and felt that I had vomited out all my bile. I really don't want to experience it again."

Howard held bitter coffee in his hands, and his eyes showed envy.

He can't look straight at any thick sauce or red strips now.

"Can you blame me? Your psychological endurance is too fragile. As an arms dealer, you have also been on the battlefield. How can you say that the human body's stumps and fuzzy flesh and blood can't touch you."

Luke, with an innocent face, rolled the noodles with a fork and continued to eat them with thick lobster meat.

"No one has stipulated that an arms dealer must personally test the goods in his hands with a human body! My limited moral conscience does not allow me to witness how the weapons I make harvest life quickly! To tell the truth, it will make me unable to sleep all night and lose the joy of life."

Howard is honest and reasonable.

Although he had a clear understanding of the fact that stark industries made war money.

But as long as you don't take the initiative to understand, you can spend money calmly.

Maybe many rich people are keen on charity after their success.

Apart from reasonable tax avoidance and gaining a good reputation.

There is also a small part of the reason is to eliminate the inner sense of guilt.

Of course, a capitalist who feels uneasy if his money is not clean enough is certainly not a qualified capitalist.

"I didn't expect you to have a moral conscience... I think highly of you, Howard. A serious capitalist shouldn't have this."

Luke wiped his mouth with a napkin and joked.

"Anyway, you don't like so many hot sexy dancers in Moulin Rouge. You have to choose a wild vampire who runs out to look for food. What? Do you have a special sexuality?"

Luke had enough to eat and drink and began to talk about the subject.

"I'll call Peggy and ask her to contact the temple in New York."

"Oh, no, the European continent should belong to the temple of London."

Howard's face was dull when he heard it behind him.

It feels like a kindergarten student facing quantum mechanics.

This is no longer a question of superclass or not!

It's about to subvert his world view!

"The temple... What organization is it? And, is Rania really a vampire?"

Howard asked hesitantly.

"I said, can you accept the female warlock with long chest and thigh in the world and the demon hunter family inherited for thousands of years, but you can't believe the real existence of vampires?"

Luke could not help but make complaints about it.

"At this time, do you still think that... Rania is a porphyria patient? Howard, don't deceive yourself and others. There are so beautiful porphyria patients in the world?"

Howard was speechless for a moment.

His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and he couldn't pull out the thread for a long time.

"But... Why do they exist? I mean, if there are vampires in the world, why haven't humans found them?"

After holding for a long time, Howard finally gave up thinking and began to ask questions.

"Like mutants... The authenticity of this group has long been confirmed. But vampires, they never appear in novels and movies."

Luke went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whisky.

He snapped his fingers, smiled and said, "this is a good question. The answer is very simple, because there are three temples and a group of burly meat mages who like to use hammers, flails and swords."

"They are responsible for maintaining the order of the dark world and avoiding vampires, werewolves, hell demons and demons from invading the world!"

"What? And werewolves? Wait, so hell really exists? Devil, devil... I always thought this was just an adjective for swearing."

Howard was a little brain down because of the huge amount of information.

"Just one night, the world outlook I established for more than 30 years suddenly turned into ruins..."

Luke looked at the dull look of iron man's father. He couldn't help handing him a glass of wine and comforted him insincerely: "if I tell you, those guys in Nordic mythology do have prototype characters. They live in Asgard. If you can study Einstein Rosen bridge, you may find them."

"By the way, hell Lord Mephisto is an old liar. Lucifer next door runs a good bar. God is likely to be black... Hey, Howard, what's the matter with you? It looks like Alzheimer's is coming in advance."

“……”

Howard only felt his brain buzzing, and Luke's voice came from far and near, as if from the horizon, and as if it were the whisper of an ancient god.

His only remaining reason and thinking ability were completely destroyed.

"Can't you give me some time to digest? What an asshole!"

Half an hour later, Howard, who poured out half a bottle of whisky, finally returned to normal.

In a short time, his world was destroyed and rebuilt.

There are vampires, werewolves, hell demons and demons on this planet that can almost accept their own life.

Even if Luke now said he was a cosmic man from M78 nebula, Howard wouldn't feel surprised.

"Your receptivity is too poor."

Said Luke contemptuously.

"Today let me open the door to a new world for you and increase your knowledge."

Howard hiccupped and the strong wine came out.

Then prick up your ears and listen quietly.

"According to the records of the temple, Dracula is the first vampire in human history. He is recognized as the 'ancestor' in future generations. He is not afraid of sunshine and has super regeneration ability. He is a very difficult guy."

Luke plays the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientists into another world.

"It's just that his descendants are divided into many factions, and those factions are scattered into dark families with different surnames."

"With the inheritance from generation to generation, the ability of those vampires will be weakened a lot, and they begin to become afraid of the sun and can't haunt during the day."

"As mentioned above, they belong to normal blood families. Their number is not large. They mostly live in Eastern Europe and abide by the commandments of the three temples. They are basically captive animals."

Luke paused, took a sip of whisky on ice and continued, "and the female vampire you saw, her name is Rania, isn't she? She doesn't belong to the orthodox blood family."

Howard held back the tumult of his stomach and asked curiously, "are there any unorthodox vampires?"

"Of course. About the 14th century, the Black Death swept through Europe. There was a guy named Alexander covinas. He was a survivor."

Luke recalled the past and talked about it.

The library of the temple is not open to the public, but he is going to study magic in Kamata Taj, and he is still appointed by the supreme mage. It's nothing to open a back door occasionally.

"This guy was lucky and unlucky. Fortunately, he survived the plague of the black death. Unfortunately, he met Hydra."

Luke shrugged. There must be something wrong with the timeline of the world.

Otherwise, why did you even mix in the legend of the night!?

Finally, I have to say that the Hydra of Marvel world is really an omnipotent pot man. Even vampires can be related!

Luke, who had flashed a series of tucks in his heart, continued: "make complaints about Alexander kevinas, who can survive the black death, should have some special constitution."

"Then he was injected with vampire and werewolf blood. As a result, he created a monster that was not afraid of the sun and had the explosive power of werewolves."

"To some extent, this is a low configuration version of Dracula."

Howard was fascinated. He didn't expect to know this secret of the human world in his lifetime.

"At that time, Hydra already existed?"

He asked suspiciously.

"The history of this organization is far longer than you think."

Luke said blandly.

"Facts have proved that any experiment or plan of Hydra will always turn over in the end."

"Alexander covinus, who successfully transformed himself, ran away. He gave birth to three sons, two of whom were William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf and the other a vampire."

Sounds like naruto's vision.

"And then?"

Howard seems to be a catch-up reader, eager to know what happens next.

"It's a very common plot. Maybe the two brothers become enemies. Vampires and werewolves are sworn enemies. There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two sides."

Luke glanced out of the window and said easily, "vampires have the upper hand. They have reached a cooperation with human nobles and set up a sharp knife team composed of elite soldiers called 'death Walker'."

"Am I right? Miss hiding outside."