Chapter 137 The Background of the World of Van Helsing
In the story of "Van Helsing", Count Dracula's strength gives people a feeling of being neither good nor bad.

You say he is weak, but silver weapons, wooden stakes, crosses, fire and even sunlight cannot hurt him at all, and there are almost no obvious weaknesses.

If you say he is strong, he would be slapped into the fireplace by the clumsy Frankenstein and could not climb out for a long time; he would also be hit by various weapons by Van Helsing; and when he finally transformed, he was clearly flapping a pair of big wings to fly high and low, but was caught and bitten to death by the werewolf who could only fight on foot and in hand-to-hand combat.

There is a bit of a plot-killing factor here of "the villain dies because he talks too much".

With this level of strength, it is a bit not enough in front of today's writers; even without killing through the plot, Lin You can still pin this big bat to the ground and rub it.

I don't know if it's because he's used to bullying mortals, just like playing chess with a bad player who gets worse and worse. Count Dracula's combat awareness is really worrying. You can't tell at all that he was a heroic general who followed the Crusaders to fight against the Ottoman Empire.

Facing the writer, not only did he fail to complete the transformation, but he couldn't even extend his fangs fully before he was hit on the head by the snake-wrapped scepter. He was knocked unconscious and lay on the ground for a long time without being able to recover.

The sonic attack, which was equivalent to the level of a Bronze Saint, was not something that the Earl, who was bitten to death by a werewolf in hand-to-hand combat, could withstand.

The Ophiuchus Saint sat on the Count's back, as if Tathagata Buddha had put a seal on the Five Elements Mountain, pressing Monkey King so that he could not move.

The scepter, which was originally more than a person's height, was shortened to the length of a drumstick, which was very convenient to swing and smash people's heads with. The hammer head transformed from a golden snake was swaying on top of Dracula's head, never leaving his crown.

"Your Excellency, are you willing to condescend to discuss business with me now?"

"Of course, as you wish."

Dracula laid flat on his back, prostrating himself on the ground, giving up all struggle; after all, he was of noble birth, and when he was knocked to the ground, he did not roll around like others, but remained calm and composed, with even his hair not messed up.

"Very good, then listen to my terms." Lin You continued to sit still, as steady as a rock, "I want a complete werewolf serum formula, and the price is... you, your vampire bride, servants, and the lives of all the little vampires in the castle. Do you think this contract is fair?"

The author is indeed an aristocrat who has been trained in the British Empire for two years; he is generous with other people's money and uses other people's capital to do his own business - this fine tradition of imperialism is truly learned by him.

Count Dracula, who came from a feudal dynasty, probably suffered the beating of imperialism for the first time, and was immediately filled with resentment and grievance.

He, Vanslaw Dracula, made a deal with the devil!
The devil's pact is fairer than yours!
"I think... it's fair." Looking at the shadow of the drumstick getting closer and closer to his head, the Earl nodded helplessly. He couldn't even stand up at this moment, and his transformation ability was restricted by some unknown force, so he had no power to fight back.

As for the few people under your command, don't call them out to give them away. It's not easy to find a few subordinates who suit your needs.

"But I still have a doubt." Lin You still didn't stand up, "How can I verify the authenticity of the formula? I don't know much about potions."

"What do you think we should do?" Dracula realized the reality that he was at the mercy of others and acted very confidently: Your fist is bigger than mine, so I will listen to you.

"In addition to the serum medicine, you should have more raw materials prepared in your castle, right?"

"of course."

“Is the serum difficult to make?”

"It's not too much trouble, just a day and a half at most."

"Are there any newly infected werewolves in your castle?" "Yes."

"That's good, let's do this," Lin You said happily, "I will prepare a new serum according to the formula later, and then put you and the werewolf together; you must use the new serum to turn the werewolf back into a human without changing your form or using any control commands."

“……” Count Dracula remained silent for a long time.

The writer was still talking to himself: "I heard that only werewolves can kill vampires of your level. I don't know if it's true or not?"

The last sentence completely crushed Count Dracula's fluke mentality. He finally realized that the boy in front of him was very familiar with the little secrets between vampires and werewolves; no matter what tricks he played, he probably couldn't fool the other party, but would instead bring greater disasters and losses.

"I understand, Mr. Forrester; I am very satisfied with this transaction contract, and I promise that you will be satisfied too." Dracula was convinced.

"Then let's go." Lin You stood up. "I heard that this castle originally belonged to the Villeris family and was the residence of the Earl when he was young. Your real residence is not here, but another special space? I really want to see it with my own eyes."

The Vampire Count's heart sank again; the other party not only knew the secrets of vampires and werewolves, but also knew the relationship between himself and the Villeris family.

Where did this kid come from?
Half a day passed in a flash, and Lin You left the Vampire Castle contentedly, holding the werewolf serum formula and two newly prepared medicines.

"Abuse of power for personal gain" is also a fine tradition of imperialism. As a great noble of the "Empire on which the Sun Never Sets", the imperial tradition cannot be lost!

It was just getting dark. Lin You strolled back to the small town at the foot of the mountain and was about to ask God to open the portal to leave when he saw the young monk who came with Van Helsing again.

A vague idea vaguely formed in my mind.

"Hello, Father." The writer stepped forward to greet him.

"Hello, child... I'm sorry, I'm just a monk now, not a priest yet." The young monk was a little embarrassed; he was concentrating on research work in the Vatican, and unlike the clergy who shepherded the Lord, he was not very good at communicating with strangers.

"Don't be nervous, monk; I have some academic questions and would like to ask you for advice." Lin You looked humble and eager to learn.

"Well... I'm even more sorry, child. Actually, actually..." The monk felt even more embarrassed; he thought that the child was asking about the Bible and doctrine.

God have mercy on me. Because Mr. Monk has been concentrating on the development of demon-hunting weapons, he has been more focused on studying the characteristics and weaknesses of various demons and monsters, and has neglected the study of scriptures and doctrines.

However, as a monk, how can I say that I have neglected my duties? If I don't explain, wouldn't it be misleading if I really want to teach the doctrine?

Lin You didn't know what the other person was thinking, so he continued to talk: "Mr. Monk, during the day, I saw the weapon in the hand of the monster hunter. It was specially used to deal with vampires, right?"

"Oh, you mean that, hahaha..." The monk heaved a sigh of relief, "Yes, that is what our church uses to hunt monsters and protect believers and people."

As long as we don't talk about doctrine but weapons, Mr. Monk will immediately become the most handsome guy in the whole town.

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