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A cheap, threatening-looking knife went down his neck, leaving a red streak behind him. Blood poured over his pale skin, soaking his clothes and dripping onto the pavement. Brook-ta-man was cleaning up the traces of his presence. Now it looks like a common crime "gangster attack with the intent to rob." A watch, a thick gold chain, a purse, all thoughtfully pulled out and tucked into pockets. A deep incision on the neck will hide the marks of the predator's teeth. The vampire was satiated and gained strength. Although, unfortunately, the knowledge received from the blood was not enough. The usual stupid scumbag, the vampire did not receive anything new and moral satisfaction, except for the murder itself. He straightened up to his full height, raised his head, exhaled noisily, bared his fangs. Now he is ready for battle. He will choose the time and the most important place of the battle. The vampire turned abruptly and quickly ran towards the western part of the city.

Some time later, he stands at the entrance to the basement. Unremarkable, dirty and shabby. An old, sucked wooden door with peeling paint, Brook-ta-man descends the stairs, opens the door, finds himself in a small absolutely dark corridor, seven meters long. Stucco, falling from the walls, crunches underfoot Dark. A vampire sees even in absolute darkness, this is not a problem for him, almost all dark ones, one way or another, see in the dark. At the end of the corridor stands a massive steel door, all covered with brown embossed patterns. In the upper right corner there is a surveillance camera on the sides with small bars, with some kind of mechanisms. Brook-ta-man goes to the door, presses the button on the intercom on the wall next to the door.

Anul-shatar. Tori obez cool.He pronounces with accents like a foreigner. The camera turned towards him. A telepathic signal entered Brook-ta-man's mind, and he answered it by saying his name. Checking at the highest level, the uninitiated could not get here. A bolt clicked on the door, then two more times, the door silently opened. The vampire entered the room. The door closed instantly behind him. Inside there was a small room richly decorated, it did not fit into the interior of the basement at all. Everywhere there was a powerful reinforcement of the walls with metal. There were seven doors in the walls of the room. Each door looked as massive as the front door, with multi-layered protection striking. On a soft sofa lay a man in a relaxed pose, next to him, wrapping their arms around him, sat two half-naked girls with excellent figures and pretty faces. Seeing the person who entered the man immediately stood up abruptly, brushing himself off the women. He approached the guest and bowed low to him.

“Oh, what an honor, Valnomak's blood in a modest vault. Glad to welcome you. I am Goodyear. My family has established itself as one of the best keepers. Pale skin and an unusual look betrayed a vampire.

- Goodyear? I knew your creator, indeed there is no boasting in your words, your family faithfully serves the clans, even in times of trouble you behaved with dignity. It's nice that the necessary vampires are on the ground, and not slave plebeians. Brook-ta-man. He threw from his pocket, the things of the murdered man, onto a table decorated with a rich bas-relief. The watch, the chain, the wallet, all flowed smoothly into the center of the table.

- Good for people. The vampire said, narrowing his eyes slightly. Gudeaure bowed his head meekly.

“Would you like a young lady, I personally choose them. The keeper said with pleasure.

- No thanks, I had dinner. I came to get some things, I might need them tonight. The guardian's face instantly changed, becoming focused and serious.

- Yes, my lord, certainly, I hope nothing serious? The eyes looked at the visitor inquisitively. - Time will show. Brook-ta-man mentally conveyed what he needed. Gudeauire nodded, they went together to one of the doors, the keeper dialed the code, spoke a bunch of words and turned the key stored on his belt. The door was as silent as the front door opened. There was a faint pop of stale air. They went inside, the door slammed shut. Before them stretched out a vast hall dotted with columns. A lot of lanterns in the ceiling illuminated the pedestals, on which lay bizarre objects, artifacts collected and created over many centuries. Any self-respecting dark clan had a similar treasury. Brook-ta-man remained a little further from the entrance. The guardian retired deeper, some time later he returned, carrying in his hands what Brook-ta-man asked.

“Here is the armor of Vuolas, the ring of attraction. Unfortunately, I cannot give you a paralyzing blade, it was taken by the leader of the Fury Clan Lasters, so I dare to offer a protective strike gauntlet. This weapon is made of a unique alloy, the secret is unfortunately lost, it perfectly protects the hand and can attack from a distance with a powerful pushing blow with a minimum of magical energy, which is why it is valued. The keeper bowed his head meekly. Brook-ta-man looked at the artifacts with satisfaction.

- Well, the glove will do too, I'll change the strategy, and that's all. He took the armor and deftly put it under his clothes. The steel plates of Vuolas's armor were unusually thin, but despite this, they could withstand incredible loads. For many hundreds of years, they had only a few dents and scratches. The old vampire Vuolas, fearing for his life, created them to protect his heart from damage. These armor were a kind of triangular chest plate, which was attached to the pauldrons passing into the dorsal armor with a scaly connection. The ribs were also protected. The armor was covered with fine painting with hieroglyphs of a forgotten language. Vuolas put a part of his immortal essence into this armor, which gave it extraordinary properties. After the tragic death of Vuolas, the armor was kept in various places and by different owners until they were stolen by vampires, thereby returning them to their rightful owners. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ring of attraction was made by an unknown alchemist during the Middle Ages, he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killed henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killing henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. he was a fanatical vampire hunter, along with a team of inquisitorial mercenaries, killing henchmen and young vampires. The ring possessed immense telekinetic energy, surpassing even the powers of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. surpassing even the abilities of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. surpassing even the abilities of a vampire. With the help of this artifact, it was possible to slow down the enemy, on occasion, attract or discard. The ring was fed by the energy of the owner. The alchemist died when he met with an old vampire who dealt with a group of the Inquisition and gave the alchemist himself a cruel death, the ring fell into the circles of vampires. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation. The ability of the telekinesis of a vampire, the ring strengthened dozens of times. Nothing is known about the glove, except that it was received as a gift from a hostile clan, as a sign of reconciliation.

Brook-ta-man dressed in artifacts of antiquity, covering from above with clothes, now the mighty protection was not visible.

- Excellent, my friend, I feel the memory of things, it gives me strength. And some of the new technical stuff. The vampire smiled. Vuolas flashed his eyes and waved his hand in the direction of the exit.

“Next door, my lord.

“Give me something small, destructive, and perhaps silent. I think the pistol will do.

- Well, I'll pick up something excellent for you, you definitely won't find something like this among people, a symbiosis of technology and fine materials, I'll go to the warehouse. - Gudeauard returns with a shiny pistol in his hands and a few extra clips. The novelty is almost silent, while it releases explosive charges with a special filling, tears the body and seriously slows down the healing of the wound. - with a gleam in his eyes, the keeper holds out the weapon to the vampire. Brook-ta-man looks at the trunk with interest.

- Added Baltic Ghoul saliva to suppress regeneration? the vampire asks , Gudeauard nods positively.

“ My lord is well versed in the components, quite impressive. says the artifact keeper, pleasantly surprised by the vampire's knowledge. Brook - ta-man making a farewell gesture immediately leaves the vault. Gudeauire watches as the massive door closes behind him, waiting for the right moment, the girls immediately wrap their arms around the keeper, caressing him. He returns to pleasure again.

Brook-ta-man comes out of the basement, he is full of energy, he is full, he is armed, he is ready. Thoughts beat on the temples with a pleasant clean pulsation.

Let's find a place and wait.

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