Under the pressure of death, the member of the Blood Race spilled out everything like beans being poured out, fearing that if he spoke one second slower, he would be dead on the spot.
"I can tell you where the nobles are keeping humans, I can take you there, spare my life, spare my life!"
The Blood Race wasn't particularly strong, but his will to live was indeed strong, such that even in a life-and-death situation, his mind spun faster than a car wheel going at a hundred and eighty miles an hour.
This gave Hudson a jolt to his heart.
Alone for over twenty years, drifting across the sea, he never imagined that his relatives from childhood might still be alive.
Thinking of this, he felt the pressure of his Demon Exorcism Gun slacken somewhat...
After all, if he wanted to find his kin, he would probably have to rely on this guy to show the way...
The Blood Race, seeing Hudson's expression, let out a silent sigh of relief.
Damn it, finally, a chance to survive...
