The horses are gone, so we have to walk.

In 1880, steam-powered elevated trains covered the entire Manhattan area of ​​New York, but the first horse-drawn carriage did not arrive until 1886.

Li Qianxia and Yin Simei from the Sorcerer Academy were specially allowed to ride in the carriage because they were women.

The sun had completely broken free from the earth's obstruction and was relentlessly scorching everything. Sitting in the carriage, Li Qianxia's only worry was not being able to spot the enemy immediately.

After listening to her words, Yin Simei said, "The monsters that can appear under such scorching sun don't really need to resist. You can't resist them."

"What exactly are they?" Yang Qinglan asked, sitting at the head of the carriage.

Two nuns, one older and one younger, sat on the right, while Li Qianxia and Yin Simei sat on the left—Li Qianxia was closer to Yang Qinglan, facing the older nun.

The carriage, which would normally be enough to cause heatstroke and dehydration, became very cool and pleasant, and the air was very fresh, all thanks to Yang Qinglan's presence.

“Almost none, very few.” Yin Simei said as she recalled, “To use a vampire analogy, only a prince could move under the scorching sun, such as J.P. Morgan, who funded Edison and turned him into a vampire.”

“Capitalists are all vampires,” Li Qianxia nodded.

"What?"

"It's nothing, you can continue."

“The prince won’t waste his time on people like us, and he’s being watched by the dean of the Witcher Academy, the cardinals of the church, and even the pope, so we don’t need to worry.”

"What level of monsters will we be facing this time?" Yang Qinglan asked again.

Yin Simei glanced at the emerald bee sword in her black hair and replied, "Viscount, or a baron from Morgan's direct line."

She added, "Hopefully it's the former."

"I'd rather face a viscount than a direct baron... Is there a big difference between direct and indirect lineage?" Li Qianxia asked.

“Very large.” Yinsmei nodded with a grim face. “A single direct baron—if it is an exceptionally good one—could attack our convoy and cause even greater casualties than we are now.”

"So strong..."

Yin Simei turned her head and looked at Li Qianxia, ​​who was also a demon hunter, with the same expression she gave to a slacker.

Actually, she also wanted to take the opportunity to look down on Yang Qinglan, who knew nothing, but Yang Qinglan was a nun, not belonging to the same system, and was also a prospective saint among the nuns, possessing the divine servant of the Gospels, a destined great figure.

Li Qianxia chuckled as she didn't take notes in class.

“Oh, right,” she remembered something, “are there many ghosts…spirits in this world?”

“Many,” Yin Simei replied.

"...Where are they all located?"

"They exist where the light doesn't reach."

"Hiss—" Li Qianxia gasped for breath, then sat down next to Yang Qinglan and said to her, "I'll sleep with you tonight."

Yin Simei laughed: "Actually, Xia, you don't need to worry. Very few ghosts are that strong. Most ghosts are harmless, at most they can give ordinary people a cold."

"No, no, NO NO, oyster, oyster, baa baa!" Li Qianxia held her right hand in front of her face, fanning herself left and right as if trying to banish the images from her mind.

The young nun chuckled, but after being glared at by the older nun, she quickly lowered her head.

"Hmph! No matter how weak they are, I can't do anything to ghosts. I'm a ghost enthusiast and I would never hurt a ghost!" Li Qianxia said righteously.

The old nun and Yin Simei looked at the half of her body hiding behind Yang Qinglan and the hand tightly gripping the other person's, but neither of them said anything.

Yin Simei glanced once more at the emerald bee sword in Yang Qinglan's hair.

“Ashley, you’re amazing,” she couldn’t help but say.

"Just call me Lan." Yang Qinglan did not comment on the praise.

Her tone implied that she didn't want to talk about it anymore—at least not about this aspect—so Yin Simei didn't press further.

Yang Qinglan was actually quite interested in the Witcher's techniques, but if she asked directly, the Witcher obviously wouldn't tell her.

She thought she needed to learn a skill like hypnosis.

The sound of horse-drawn carriage wheels rolling over the road echoed rhythmically, and my body swayed gently to the rhythm.

Looking out the window, she gazed at the almost reflective 1880 under the blazing sun, wondering where the long day was and how hot it was.

"Yin Simei, can you tell me about the other monsters?" Li Qianxia asked.

"No problem, let me tell you about our target vampires first. They have lifespans far exceeding those of humans. Ordinary vampires can easily live for 150 years, and they can remain young until they die."

"Of course, this requires blood."

"This time we may face barons or viscounts who can live for 200 to 300 years, and the highest-ranking princes can live for over a thousand years."

"The target this time is Edison. He cooperating with J.P. Morgan is interested in Edison's inventions. He not only gave Edison his own blood, but also spent a lot of money to fund Edison's research, establish companies, and promote Edison's reputation as a genius inventor in newspapers."

"True blood?" Yang Qinglan caught the word.

"I don't know the specifics, but it's probably the most important thing: blood. There are two ways for vampires to develop their own kind. Those who are viscounts or higher, or barons with relatively pure bloodlines, can receive the Embrace, which involves biting the other person and injecting their own true blood to turn them into a vampire."

"The prince no longer needs to inject real blood through his teeth."

"Regardless of the type, the transformation takes time. Edison's final transformation took place at 4 a.m. on July 15."

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