At the entrance of Sunshine Grand Hospital, a large group of survivors from the hotel arrived.
They had not even entered the hospital before the apprentices warmly welcomed them. This place seemed completely unaffected by death.
On the rooftop.
Hervoye (Baron and Lotsen) stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over the survivors below who were impatiently squeezing into the hospital. His eyes could even see straight through their skin, revealing the neatly arranged blood vessels inside their bodies and their hearts beating rapidly from nervousness.
It was as though he were watching bags of fresh blood being brought into his own storehouse.
Unfortunately, they were only ordinary blood bags. None of the flesh he truly wanted had come knocking.
"Where on earth did William Berens go? The corruption of death has spread across every corner of the city, and all the gentlemen are fleeing. Logically speaking, he should have come to the hospital to join us at the first opportunity.
Could he really have died on the way?"
"He probably didn't. Someone capable of commanding two monster-level teammates definitely wouldn't die here so easily. Let's wait a little longer. He'll definitely come.
Why don't we go down and taste this batch of blood bags first? There might be some good stuff mixed in."
Sunshine Hotel
Inside a luxury room in a corner of the top floor, six gentlemen who had reached the limit huddled together in a circle. Each watched a different direction while maintaining physical contact at all times. Even their Gentlemen's Attire had begun to intertwine at the material level.
At the same time, they continued counting off from one to six without pause.
Under such circumstances, if any one of them made a significant movement, the others would certainly know.
But only