What's it for? Is it because you don't like drugs? Get rid of that stupid sense of justice!
Sense of justice? Will that feed me? I don't have such a thing. I'm doing it because I need to.
Tell me why you want to get rid of the ghoul flower.
Because I want to get rid of it. Isn't that enough?
The reply was a string of curses. Nestore wrote that he had always hated Jude, and that he should come if he dared, because he would kill him with bullets.
As always, talking with guys like this was harder than talking with Ilaria's zombies. Well, if he wanted a fight, Jude would bring it to him.
Jude said it as he closed the Auction House window. "Elise, stay here. Ilaria, follow me."
"Wow, are we doing a frontal breakthrough? Bullets will come flying!"
"Let's use this opportunity to test our skills."
Jude drank the Elderwood sap and ran toward the building he had spotted earlier. As he walked through the air, two men with cigarettes in their mouths were startled. But it was too late.
