Don't Talk to Me About Money-It's Too Crass

"Van Helsing, who are they?" Carl asked in a low voice. They didn't seem to have any good intentions and were probably after Van Helsing.

"The people who kidnapped me a couple of days ago to exchange for the bounty, I didn't expect they're still here!"

Van Helsing said dejectedly, "He's a smart man, and he can tell that Russell and his group see him as a long-term meal ticket."

The worst part is that I can't fight back, and I can't escape either. I guess I'll just be in jail for a couple of days, and when I come out, we'll meet again.

"Van Helsing, you've committed robbery, murder, and all sorts of heinous crimes. Now you've committed a major Prison Break, making your crimes even more serious. Do you have anything else to explain?"

"Yes, but I know it's pointless to say it, since you won't listen anyway."

"That's right! No matter how much you say, I won't believe a single word about a fugitive like you who has escaped from Prison Break out of fear of punishment. I only believe the eyes of the people." Russell said righteously, and as he spoke, he casually tore a wanted poster off the wall, which clearly showed a reward of 2,000 francs.

Looking at the numbers on the Wanted, Van Helsing blurted out, "That sounds nice, but it's all for the bounty!"

"..."

After a moment of silence in the alley, Russell roared, "Damn it, how dare he use money to slander my character! Grab your weapons and attack! Deal with this shameless scoundrel; there's no need for chivalry."

Van Helsing did not resist, letting the two Werewolf hold him down and pin him against the wall along with Carl.

"My lord, these are his exorcism... his tools of the trade." Lucian untied the large and small bags from his horse. The exorcism tools inside made his heart race; it was very dangerous.

"Confiscate everything!"

Russell waved his hand and turned to take Van Helsing to the police station.

"Wait a minute, if you send me there now, you won't get a penny. The police station isn't a bank; they're not going to give you another 2,000 francs," Van Helsing said calmly. "They might even suspect we're accomplices, putting on an act to scam the bounty."

"That makes sense..."

Russell nodded, pondered for a moment, and then made a decision. "Then let's wait two days before sending you in. We can raise your bounty then, and I can earn more too."

Van Helsing rolled his eyes. He said it wasn't for the money, but now he's been exposed!

Normally, if Van Helsing were arrested, he would just consider it a break, but not today; he has an important mission.

He had two lives in the Veleris Family to save, as well as nine generations of ancestors who had died in battle. If these heroes who fought for the Lord did not go to heaven, his sins would be immense, and he would not be able to get past his conscience.

But I can't beat them...

Van Helsing glanced at the wanted poster, an idea forming in his mind. He smiled at Russell and said, "Sir, I remember you call yourselves exorcists, right?"

"That's right, but we're not just exorcists, we're also the nemesis of justice!"

"Um?"

"I misspoke, it's the Sin Buster, specifically designed to strike down petty criminals like you." Russell coughed lightly, Dodge, how did it suddenly veer off course? This shouldn't be happening!"

Van Helsing didn't want to delve into Russell's character, and said bluntly, "Since you're exorcists, I happen to have an order right now. Do you want to take it?"

"Order?"

Russell raised an eyebrow and, amidst Van Helsing's dark expression, ordered the Werewolf soldiers to search Carl, eventually finding a money pouch on him.

"Wait, that's my money!" Carl exclaimed anxiously. He had never heard of having to pay for business trips out of his own pocket. Besides, that money was what he planned to use to... relax.

"Shut up, this is stolen money!"

Russell snorted and stuffed the money pouch into his pocket.

Van Helsing gave up, saying weakly, "You've misunderstood. We didn't pay for it. The big spender who placed the order is in Romania."

Russell narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself that it was all so easy, and continued to play his part, "Who is the employer, and how much are they willing to pay?"

"Gypsy princes and princesses, as for the price... you're such a good businessman, you can just raise the price as much as you want."

Russell looked doubtful. "Gypsies... a bunch of homeless paupers, either thieves or beggars, how much money could they have? You're not trying to scam me, are you?"

"Even if they're poor, they're still princes and princesses. Their family has been passed down for over five hundred years. They have the noble title of knight and their own territory," Van Helsing explained.

"Real?"

"If I'm lying to you, may I go to hell!"

Russell remained silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, shoving aside the two Werewolf and putting his arm around Van Helsing's shoulder, looking like a close buddy. "We exorcists are born to punish evil and promote good, following the heart of justice. Even with a thousand armies, we will continue to advance. See my clothes? Father! Don't talk to me about money, it's too vulgar!"

Van Helsing: "..."

"No time to lose, or I'll make more money... cough cough, if I'm late, someone else will steal it, and how can I carry out my justice? So let's set off now!"

"No problem..."

On their way to the battlefield in Romania, ten mysterious figures suddenly appeared. Van Helsing didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing; he wasn't even sure what Russell and his group's true purpose was.

Greedy?

Maybe!

Van Helsing knew only one thing: without this group of freaks, he couldn't go anywhere, not even leave Paris. As for Russell's true purpose, it would probably only be revealed when they reached Romania; for now, he could only wait and see.

Transylvania!

The Veleris Family's stronghold is located in a remote, desolate ancient town in west-central Romania, a dangerous forbidden land ravaged by vampires, where Count Dracula reigns with fear and death.

During the long journey, Van Helsing explained the details of the mission clearly, revealing all the information about Count Dracula without reservation.

He was a lazy man with no memory or past, and thus lived a very aimless life. Because he knew nothing but exorcism, he had been working as an exorcist; otherwise, he would have been a homeless vagrant, just waiting to die.

Although he has a somewhat negative personality, he can essentially be categorized as part of the order, which means he is a good person in a broad sense!

With snow-capped mountains in the distance, the group of twelve rode into the ancient town. This remote rural area was naturally no match for the metropolis of Paris. As far as the eye could see, there were wooden houses piled high with snow, muddy ground left by melting snow, and the typical unruly people found in impoverished and remote areas.

The townspeople treated the outsiders with hostility, gathering from all directions to surround Russell, Van Helsing, and the others. They remained silent, holding farm tools, axes, or machetes, their cold eyes filled with rejection.

"Van Helsing, look at them. It seems your infamy has spread to Transylvania," Russell teased.

"It has nothing to do with me; they just don't welcome outsiders."

At this moment, a man who was dressed relatively neatly stepped out from the crowd. He was pale and beardless, wearing a black trench coat and a top hat. He said in a sinister tone, "Outsiders, welcome to Transylvania. According to the laws set by the lord, disarm yourselves, or we will kill you."

Just as Van Helsing was about to say something, a murmur suddenly broke out in the crowd. The townspeople pointed at Selene and whispered among themselves, and he vaguely heard someone mention Princess Anna.

"What's wrong with them?" Van Helsing looked at Selene suspiciously, wondering why the townspeople were talking about her.

"I don't know, maybe it's heatstroke."

The gloomy-looking man raised his pickaxe. "These people are impersonating Princess Anna; they must be vampire minions. Arrest them."

Russell shook his head slightly. He saw greed in the man's eyes—greed for beauty and wealth, a desire to use his numbers to bully them, these outsiders.

He was extremely disappointed by the townspeople's behavior. They rushed forward one by one with weapons, clearly indicating that this was not the first time they had committed murder and robbery.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and to the horrified gaze of the townspeople, the gloomy man disappeared from head to toe.

Russell, holding two pistols crossed over his chest, his eyes flashing with sword intent, scared away the townspeople who had surrounded him. "We're here for Count Dracula. We don't have time to waste with you. Where are Prince Wicken and Princess Anna? Let them come out and talk."

Van Helsing's eye twitched slightly. "Russell, you shouldn't have killed him..."

"Yeah?"

Russell glanced at Van Helsing: "Then why are you holding your hand on the gun?"

"Tickle!"