As mentioned, something dirty and scary, the pie shop owner lowered his voice and said, "That person is a murderer, I suggest you don't contact him."

"Have you seen him?"

Zhang Yang asked.

"No, but I have heard from those businessmen who have traveled all over the country. There are wanted orders for him in various European countries, including Britain, France, Germany, Italy, etc. This guy kills people very much, and his methods are cruel."

The pie shop owner hung the pumpkin pie on his hand aside, wrote a few letters on the chopping board with flour, and it was exactly Vanhesin.

Zhang Yang looked at his actions and felt more deeply about Van Hesing's name. Obviously, in this world, Van Hesing's reputation is more terrifying than in the movie.

This was originally a collapsed world, with dark power sweeping the sky, and monsters like pig-headed people and vampires emerged one after another. Moreover, due to the collision of new and old ideas during the Industrial Revolution, it is easy to cause chaos and faults to people, not only in terms of technology and culture, but also in people's understanding of the world.

"Have you ever heard of where Vanhesing has appeared recently? Let me tell me, I'll add you another pound."

Zhang Yang took out another pound and shook it in front of the pie shop owner.

The currency exchange rate at this moment is 1 pound = 20 shillings = 200 pence, and a large meat pie is only 2 shillings, and 1 pound is definitely a considerable income.

"What did you ask him for?"

Although the boss was jealous, he still aroused a little alert.

Zhang Yang looked at the sparse crowd around him and lowered his voice, "I am a bounty hunter who specializes in catching criminals. I saw Vanhesing's bounty, so I want to give it a try."

"Borrow Hunter?"

The owner of the pie shop looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously, and he was carrying a one-handed sword on Zhang Yang's quilt. He believed it a little, but as long as the other party was not Fan Hesing, he nodded and said.

"MiG just returned to town yesterday. He said that a week ago, there were several murders in North Yorkshire. Three men and a woman were brutally killed. Some people said it was done by monsters, but when the police arrived, they saw a masked man near the scene. They said that it was Vanhesing."

The boss's voice was full of fear: "This guy is really too ruthless. Before the local police station could catch him, he ran away. Mig said that there were some rumors recently that Vanhesing came to London. So now the police are alert and ready to catch that guy. I think if you rush over now, maybe you can still encounter him."

After getting the information he wanted, Zhang Yang paid the boss 2 pounds to his boss, and before leaving, the boss waved his hand and said goodbye.

"May God bless you, boy, and good luck."

After saying goodbye to this town, Zhang Yang no longer hesitated and rode the horse towards London. There was a distance between the two. If he was riding a horse, he would probably be able to arrive tomorrow morning.

With the British map obtained from George, Zhang Yang only needed to reach some villages. After asking if the route was offset, he could continue to move forward and rode his horse to London overnight.

After resting in a hotel in a small town for a night, replenishing his energy, Zhang Yang continued to set off towards London, and finally stepped into this prosperous land at around 10 o'clock in the morning.

London is not as modern as it is now. Due to the Industrial Revolution, the air pollution in London is relatively serious, but the air in recent days has not been bad, but there has been no dark clouds covering the sky.

The majestic towering city walls surrounded the city, and soldiers dressed in red and white soldiers guarded various exits. Before entering the city, Zhang Yang was stopped by the soldiers inspected with guns and stared at Zhang Yang suspiciously.

"All young men entering London must check to prevent Vanhesing from getting in and dismounting."

Zhang Yang's outfit is similar to Fan Hesing at this moment, and it is also the mainstream dress at this time. Apart from the lack of masks, there are many people who were stopped like Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang didn't say much and jumped off the horse.

"What's your name?"

"Stan Lee." Zhang Yang held his name and said, "This sir, I am a bounty hunter from the far east. I am not that Vanhesing. He is the target of my arrest."

Zhang Yang simply showed off the one-handed sword behind him, which scared the soldiers at the door. Nowadays, there are few people wearing such weapons, most of which are portable scimitars, and they are easy to carry.

"Is this your weapon? Why is it so heavy!"

The soldiers at the door looked at the huge one-handed sword in surprise and sank a moment ago. They could only hold it with both hands. Since the musket was invented, this kind of sword commonly used by knights has been gradually eliminated.

At this time, London did not prohibit wearing cold weapons, and even hot weapons such as muskets were not completely prohibited. Therefore, Zhang Yang's one-handed sword was not ordered to be put away. Compared with cold weapons, these British soldiers believed in the muskets in their hands more.

"Of course, I am a gentleman who believes in orthodox chivalry."

Seeing Zhang Yang cooperated so hard, the most important thing was the seemingly heavy one-handed sword. It was dancing lightly in Zhang Yang's hand, and the guard soldiers were ready to let go. Zhang Yang had a very eye-catching pound of money, and the guard soldiers immediately smiled.

"Such a noble Knight, of course, cannot be the wanted criminal Vanhesing, let it go!"

"Thanks."

Zhang Yang took off his top hat and bowed gracefully, winning the favor of these British soldiers again.

Some women near the city gate couldn't help but turn their eyes on Zhang Yang. Although Zhang Yang's clothes looked not expensive, men wanted to be pretty and soapy, they were all common everywhere. A black and windbreaker made Zhang Yang look full of vicissitudes, and the rare eastern hole made some noble ladies shaking their little fans lit up.

When he walked into the city, Zhang Yang looked at the carriages galloping on the street and people wearing retro clothes, and was not anxious. He knew that Van Hesing would usually choose to do it at night, and as long as he had not left London, he would have a chance.

"Sir, my master wants to invite you to dinner."

At this moment, a middle-aged butler wearing European clothes blocked his way. Not far away, in the carriage pulled by two horses, a woman in her early thirties was smiling and signaling Zhang Yang.

“…”

Zhang Yang was speechless. He looked at him and didn't seem to have anything special about him. He didn't understand what the woman fell in love with him.

"Can you refuse?" Zhang Yang asked tentatively.

The old housekeeper showed a hint of displeasure: "Sir, my master, Ms. Heather, is a friend of Viscount Viscount Victor. If you want to live in London with peace of mind, I think you should not refuse."

“…I am honored to be favored by Ms. Heather, please lead the way.”

"plz follow me."

The smiling middle-aged housekeeper nodded with satisfaction, thinking in his mind that this young man was still considering the fact that the handsome guys before did not understand the words and expressions, and deserved it to be beaten in a sack.

"Poor young man, I'm going to be ruined by that woman again!"

The people around him looked sympathetic. It was obvious that Zhang Yang's experience was not the first time. However, Zhang Yang did not show any abnormality. Instead, he rode a horse and walked to the huge manor somewhere in London. Ms. Heather's family background was obviously good. Judging from her age, she was probably a widow.

"The widows of this era are all lonely women."

Zhang Yang said silently in his heart, looking at Ms. Heather, who looked at her with a happy and satisfied look, with a standardized smile on her face. Although her muscles were stiff, she did not show any impatience.

"This oriental man looks much more interesting than those guys before."

Zhang Yang didn't know that the woman silently compared herself to the young men she had before. He didn't expect that the first question he had when he came to London was not how to find Vanhesing, but how to escape from a noble lady who was like a wolf or a tiger.

But no matter what Zhang Yang is, he cannot get rid of the current situation. Zhang Yang noticed a fierce look flashing in the butler's eyes, and guessed in his heart that if he refused to go, this woman would really dare to use some means for herself. Although Zhang Yang was not afraid, wouldn't this delay his time in disguise?

Suddenly, a strange look appeared on Zhang Yang's face: "Van Hesing is so handsome, can't he hide in the house of a noble lady to sleep now, right?"

...

"A bunch of idiots."

In a corner of a certain street, a man covered in a black windbreaker and cowboy hat muttered when he saw the noble ladies, vaguely revealing a face with firm lines.

If Zhang Yang can turn back and walk into this corner, he can see that the person holding the exquisite wine pot is exactly the goal he is looking for.

However, this person's identity is obviously a bit embarrassing, because the wine pot in his hand is an exquisite aluminum pot with complex patterns on it, a lion's badge on the back, and a line of English.

"victorviscount(Victorviscount)..."

An angry roar came from a distance.

"Damn it! He actually dared to steal Viscount Viscount Victor's things. He was so arrogant. He must catch the thief!"

"Yes, grab him and whip him, hang him!"

"Hurry up, get the check!"
Chapter completed!