Henry truly wanted nothing to do with this kind of melodramatic family drama.
But seeing the old man lying in bed, talking about these matters as though he were leaving his last words, Henry found it hard to coldly refuse.
"All right, I'll pass along the message. As for the fact that you're alive, I'll tell her that too. It's not like you're hiding from enemies. Where is your daughter?" "They were hunting Vampires around Vancouver and Seattle." Whistler rattled off several addresses. "These are places where I know they stayed. The last one is the most recent location."
"Hmm, may I ask how long ago this so-called most recent location was?"
"It was during that time in 2002 when the Reaper had Vampires scared out of their wits. I mailed them a dose of your Reaper Serum and had them research ways to improve it."
"All right, looks like I can only try my luck."
"If you can't find them, perhaps you can contact the Assassin Brotherhood and see whether they know anything about their whereabouts. Unfortunately, the upper ranks of the assassins are even more mysterious to me. I only know there's a mutual aid society in Chicago that may be connected to them."
Henry could not help making a sarcastic remark. "Your relationship with your daughter is really terrible. I suspect that, like you, she doesn't know your exact whereabouts either."
"That is the proper way. It keeps either side from giving up the other if Vampires capture us."
"That's how you and your daughter get along, so I won't criticize it further. Get some rest. Once you have a little more strength, I have some things I'd like to ask as well. The Vampire situation is just as bad here in New York."
Seeing that Whistler