If this scene weren't reality, but rather a Japanese manga style, Polly's eyes would be sparkling.

A female knight wielding two silver holy swords in a dark sanctuary.

At this moment, Daisy was incredibly cool. As a woman, she possessed a heroic and dashing figure, wielding two sharp, gleaming swords, and exuding a confident and charming smile.

It could be said that this had a far greater impact on young girls than a male hero.

Daisy noticed Polly's adoring gaze, and her smile widened.

To be honest, it was very enjoyable to watch.

The master designed a general story background, leaving some details for them to develop on their own.

Unlike filmmakers who are surrounded by numerous cameras.

Their performances are so easy to get into character, and because of the generally superior qualities of alchemical creatures, they don't need to fake fights. As long as they are careful not to use lethal moves and accidentally kill their target, they are fine.

So everyone was having a blast; this is practically a real-life version of a role-playing game (RPG).

"Polly, Polly!"

Dai Shan called out twice to the girl who was staring at her in a daze before she was "woke up".

"Huh? Ah! Yes!"

"Okay, Polly, are you ready? We're about to charge. Remember, stick close to me and don't leave my sight. This isn't a game; there are no second chances, understand?"

Polly gripped her jeans tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from excitement and strain.

She nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I'll stay close to you. If I fall behind, please don't worry about me. Just get my dad out of here!"

The girl's cold and arid heart, which had been isolated for a long time, has been warmed, and her eyes are full of determination.

Polly's appearance startled Daisy, who was a vampire, and she couldn't help but sweat inwardly, thinking, "It seems my target is even more immersed in the role than I am."

...

Not far away is an old-fashioned detached apartment building, a six-story structure.

Judging from the exterior finishes and architectural style, it is at least twenty or thirty years old and looks very well maintained.

The apartment building occupies a considerable area and has numerous rooms.

There are long-term residents, but more are renters like the Albans' family.

At that moment, in a room on the fourth floor, Hiso Albansson took off his glasses and wiped the fogged-up lenses with the corner of his shirt.

He placed his glasses on the table, picked up a wet towel from the basin next to him, wrung it out, and wiped his sweaty face.

Several sheets of A3 white paper on one side of the table were covered with various special design drawings.

Some are just a few lines, some have been heavily marked with an "x", and others have complete lines and intricate structures, with annotations written below.

These were his dreams, but the designs were too vague and many conditions were not met.

On the other side, a data model of a carbine was spinning on a laptop, with the model name displayed as the final adjusted version.

This model file was intended to be sent to a secret partner in order to earn enough money for him and his daughter to live on.

Today, I was struck by inspiration and not only completed the improvement of the carbine in one go, but also made design progress in the weapon system I had envisioned.

Although it is still not feasible at present, at least there is some basis for it.

Just as Hisoka was about to take a sip of water to moisten his throat.

A loud "boom" came from behind.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the inner door panel, along with the steel security door, transform into a shadow and crash into the wall in front of him.

The loud crash startled Hisoka Albansson, and the water glass in his hand shattered on the ground.

I glanced subconsciously at the security door, which had been smashed in the middle by something, creating a large dent. Then, I stiffly turned my body to look at the doorway.

There, two figures, one strong and one thin, appeared at the doorway. Due to the dim lighting, Hisoka couldn't make out their appearances.

"Hahaha, Dr. Albanson, you're really hard to find!"

A rough voice came from the doorway. It was Hanchi, who had just "fought" with Daisy but had changed his clothes and muscle contours, making him look like a completely different person.

As two figures entered the room and stood in front of him, Hiso Albansson finally saw who they were.

One was a muscular, burly man with short hair whose face practically screamed "ferocious," while the other was a petite, slender blonde woman.

Sisso Albansson has been on the run with his daughter for years, ignoring the incomprehension of others and his daughter.

At that moment, he was screaming inwardly: I knew it! I knew it! But I still couldn't escape! Thank goodness Polly isn't here!

Dr. Albansson sighed: "You still managed to find me!"

Huh?

Isn't this reaction a bit off?

Hanchi and Monica were taken aback by Hiso Albansson's words, but they quickly realized the sentence mentioned in the document.

Suspected of having severe paranoia!

Okay, it seems we can drop the word "suspected".

Hanchi and Monica exchanged a glance, relieved that it wasn't their part that had gone wrong.

"Hey, since you already know, then come with us. As a human being, you should be proud of this honor."

Hisoka was still processing what the term "as a human being" meant.

"Da da da..."

A series of gunshots rang out outside.

But just two seconds later, the gunfire stopped abruptly.

"All my men on the periphery have been wiped out."

Monica spoke to Hanchi with a blank expression.

The two then turned towards the door, completely unconcerned about whether the doctor behind them might launch a sneak attack.

"Tap...tap...tap..." The sound of high heels clicking on the ground gradually approached.

Daisy, carrying the silver-white twin swords still dripping with blood, leaned against the doorway and made a knocking sound on the doorframe.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Did I disturb you? If I had known that the people you had stationed on the periphery were just these useless people, I would have stayed away from showing Polly these bloody scenes and just hidden her somewhere."

Polly stood at the door, excitedly watching her idol sister.

Just now, with her twin swords, Daisy led her up from the first floor like an elegant butterfly, and with just her twin swords, she took down many members who were obviously armed gangsters.

He killed them with a single sword strike before they could react.

They were only discovered at the last two locations, but the spitting fire of the guns did nothing to stop Daisy's advance; any bullets that posed a threat to her and Polly were blocked by her twin swords.

Then came a beautiful double-sword cross slash.

The gushing blood did not frighten Polly at all; instead, it made her even more obsessed with Daisy and the mysterious "Dark Sanctuary."

"Canadian gangs are really useless, but oh well, humans are such inferior creatures anyway, they can't be relied on."

Monica squinted, staring at the silver twin swords in Daisy's hand.

"Holy Silver Weapons, trash from the Dark Sanctuary?"

“Monica, don’t be careless. She’s no ordinary henchman. She should be a knight-level expert. I can smell Barmat’s scent on her.”

Hanqi clenched his fists, making a crackling sound.

"Bamate? Oh, you mean the vampire who left this scar on me?"

Daisy pointed to the claw marks on her arm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that was your companion, but don't worry, I'll take you to see it soon."

Polly, who was still outside the door, suddenly realized that the guy who attacked her first had been killed by Sister Daisy!

At the same time, she saw Daisy's right high heel tap the ground.

This is the code they just agreed on.

Daisy will launch an attack to distract the enemy, and Polly needs to take advantage of the chaos to run away with her father, while the sound of high heels is a signal to prepare.

Polly's adrenaline surged, filling her with a mixture of excitement and slight fear.

Dr. Albansson, who was in the room, was completely confused from the very beginning.

Humans are such inferior creatures?

Holy Silver Weapon?

The Dark Sanctuary? Knight-level?

vampire?

What do all these mean?

And those two people who initially tried to take him away, just now secretly examined the dent in the security door, and it was clearly kicked out.

An absurd yet heart-pounding thought flashed through his mind: Could it be...?