The Queen's House under the night, the intoxicating alcohol and the simple and sweet organ intertwined, and men and women were intoxicated by this endless dizziness.

The gate of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and several big men entered one after another.

This time, the two people who came to the Night Queen's House for fun were no longer the usual two people, but the five demon hunters.

Walking with Roy and Resor, the Serrit brothers, and the sword-casting master Berengail, were seated side by side at the wine table at the door.

The Serrits looked dusty, because they hadn't taken a shower for a long time, their hair and beard were messy, full of greasy and dandruff. The black leather armor close to their body was faintly dried up blood, emitting a strong smell of sourness and fishy smell.

"Four cups of bloody Mary, another glass of cider, thank you!"

"Wait a minute-" Sallyka, a sexy bartender in front of the wine cabinet, showed her three teeth slightly, smiled faintly, took out a row of wine-scented wine, and then began to perform her fancy bartender skills.

"This trip was a week earlier than expected!" Oaks admired the beautiful figure of the bartender in front of him, and shook his legs as if he was suffering from ADHD. "Thanks to your horse, Roy Wilt is a good boy. I suspect that it has the excellent bloodline of a Mahakan pony, with amazing endurance. It has maintained a good physical level throughout the trip. It is still brave!" Under the light, Oaks's face turned red and he looked a little excited, "Do you have the impression of the royal griffin on Mount Amel?"

"The Coral has warned me specifically." Roy took the liquor mixed with the female bartender, the color of blood and the smell of wine. He frowned and pushed the wine glass to Oaks.

Oaks was not polite, and took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes comfortably, "The wine is strong enough! Roy, you know us. After drinking Toussent's wine during this period, I almost faded out of my mouth. I just need some exciting wine to balance the taste. The place you chose... well... is surprising!"

"You mentioned the Royal Griffin Beast..."

"Roy, can't give the big brother some patience? This beast should be used to being domineering in Mount Amel, and has no vigilance. He was easily seduced by Wilter into the bear trap we arranged in advance, and then Seret and I joined forces to settle it."

"Wilter wasn't injured, right?" Roy's heart tightened.

"You didn't see it just now. This horse is very clever and I don't know how you train it normally."

He hiccupped, "The road after crossing Mount Amel was smooth. Except for meeting a group of robbers who were blind and contributed a lot of travel to us. After entering Toustente's border, there were some twists and turns, that treasure map..."

"The location of the treasure map is wrong?" Roy's heart skipped a beat. Did he remember it wrongly or did history deviate?

"Mainly your mark is too general...Torsen's western border, prison, secret church, vague information, and the search range is incredibly large."

"Sorry," Roy took a sip of cider and stuffed the little thing in his hood that was curiously reaching out to the drink. "My premonition is uncontrollable, you know, so you didn't find the drawing?"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense!" Seret glared at Oaks with a blame, "Idiot, can you speak briefly and directly?"

"Although the process is tortuous, the result is still complete." Ox sighed helplessly, "I'll tell you a long story short. Roy mentioned Mo Deng's life story. The witch hunter of the scorpion tail lion (Flying Lion) once had a long talk with a believer of Lebida in a prison in Tosent... before he completed his transformation, reborn, and embarked on the pilgrimage of Lebida."

"It has been more than fifty years since the time when the incident happened. To find Mo Deng's whereabouts is like looking for a needle in a haystack. So I changed my mind and disguised as the prophet Lebiddar to communicate with local believers, and followed the clues to figure out the identity of the believer who had been in jail. He is a great celebrity! He has been in Bastoy Prison for a while."

"It's a good thing that my head is so good and my mouth is flexible, otherwise I would have just used this wooden face-" Ox looked at his brother with disgust, "I can't hold up a word for a long time, and I can't ask anything."

"You mentioned prison!"

"Okay, okay, Bastoy Prison has been disrepaired and turned into a ruin. We walked around a circle and searched for a skeleton, and there was also an unexpected surprise." Ox smiled happily, and Seret tacitly took out a soft animal skin scroll from the bag behind him. "The blueprint of the flying lion monster steel sword... probably left behind during Mo Deng's imprisonment."

"Can you let me see?" Berenkaer stretched out his hand, his eyes longing.

"Of course it's okay, master." Oaks touched Berengail's cup and took a big sip like a tribute from the two drunkards.

He handed over the drawings again and shook his eyes at Roy. He couldn't figure out how this guy fooled a foundry master.

"There is only this? What about the silver sword drawing."

"Don't worry... We found a book of "The Prisoner's Diary" from the corpse, which pointed out the location of the secret church. From this, it is inferred that this corpse was the believer who taught Mo Deng at the time, but unfortunately he could not escape from the prison until his death."

"According to the Prisoner's Diary, the secret church is hidden in a remote cave. This cave is the cave where Lei Bizarda received his first enlightenment and the starting point of Modeng's pilgrimage journey."

"On this pilgrimage, the flying lion monster witch hunter sacrificed a piece of equipment and school blueprints. We walked along the way and made a major discovery." Seret completely spread his bag before everyone: "The Prisoner's Log" and "The Holy Beggar's Log".

In addition to these two yellowed paper pages, there are three additional animal skin drawings: flying lion armor, boots, and pants equipment blueprints.

"Look, the back of the blueprint!" Berenkare's exclamation attracted everyone's attention. He flipped the soft blueprint, revealing the dense small flies on the back.

“1203 Scarlet Sun and Moon 7th

Give me strength and never lose my footing!

Give me forgiveness and never doubt it!

Give me perseverance and let me bravely abandon the old life and pursue new faith!”

The witch hunters looked at each other. In addition to these prayers, there was also a self-report from Mo Deng.

"I, Moden, a member of the Flying Lion School of Demon Hunter, will start my pilgrimage today. The starting point is in this cave, where Rebiodal fasted and meditated for twenty-three days and nights. I vowed to atone for my sins, embark on the path of reforming evil and turning back to justice, remove all the bonds of past life, make myself a proud member of the prophet disciples, and declare myself a whole new person.

I will now go to the temple of Rebiodad to meet the Holy Beggar. He is a wise man who spends more time in the wisdom of Rebiodad than all men in the world. I will follow his advice and follow his guidance on the path of atonement."

These words roughly outline the mental journey of a witch hunter who betrayed the school and threw himself into the arms of Saint Lei Bida.

"I was shocked at the first sight of this letter!" Ox smiled self-deprecatingly, "I promise that this Mo Deng is the first demon hunter who turned to religion. What exactly is pretending to be in his mind, and he lives a free life, but to be a simple monk."

The witch hunter was instilled with the concept of survival of the fittest since childhood and received endless cruel training. Once he survived the trial of grass, he would be born and died for life and would not have the time to believe in any gods.

Most witch hunters are insulators of faith and only trust the sword in their hands.

"Mo Deng, the Flying Lion School, there are few related rumors. I didn't expect that such a rebellious guy would be born." Roy suddenly turned to Berengal, "Man, do you have religious beliefs?"

The witch hunter who called himself a mercenary had a depressed expression. He and Mo Deng did have a similarity - they both turned against the school, "Only fools can believe in the so-called 'God' and 'Prophet'!"

Berenkael said confidently, "I only listen to my heart."

"So have you ever thought about going back?"

"Boy, I warn you to drink as much as you want. Don't mention that place to me, it won't be a word!"

“As you wish.”

Roy sighed, Berenkare was really a difficult bone to crack.

"Is this flying lion monster hunter still alive? Where has he gone?"

"He said in the last letter that he would spread the holy name all the way north, crossing Aden and Codwin," Threat analyzed, "It has been more than fifty years since then. If he is still alive, he is probably in the Feilong Mountains."

Roy remembered this sentence firmly.

"Why did Master Mo Deng turn to Lebioda's arms? If you abandon your decades of life experience, you will abandon it?"

"I can guess one or two of the reasons." Resor drank the spirits and wiped his mouth, "The Flying Lion School, Grand Master Ivar mentioned that it is located east of the Blue Mountains, a distant country, adjacent to Zerekan. Hackland has extremely rich herbal resources, so the Flying Lion School has developed and utilized the potions to the extreme." He paused, "The members of the school all have serious drug addiction."

"This makes sense. Mo Deng seeks spiritual sustenance from Lei Bida in order to quit the drug addiction." Seret thought, "cut off all connections with the past."

"Carrying several school blueprints with you shows that this guy has a good status in the Flying Lion School, and may even be a figure like the Grand Master Ivar."

A veteran of the school turned to the embrace of religion?

"What can I understand when faith Lebiudala?"

Roy couldn't help but say something in his mind - the end of the way to hunt the witch is theology?

Everyone was silent,

"This is not the entire blueprint." Oaks said slowly in everyone's surprise eyes. "Serrit and I were unable to walk the complete pilgrimage path, and only walked to the secret church. According to the records on the mural, there is a deep cave behind the church called the Test Cave, which is filled with poisonous gases and monsters, including the Water Ghost, Andreig, the Bat Winged Demon, and the Vampire Girl."

The sexy bartender who had been quietly staying in front of the wine cabinet blinked at him, while Oaks pointed at the empty wine glass casually.

"It's a pity that Seret and I can't deal with the dangers in the cave alone, and only by passing the test hole can we reach the end of the pilgrimage - the Lake of Wash. I think the remaining gloves and the Silver Sword Blueprint should be near that lake."

"You are right..." Roy and Resor exchanged glances, "When Vigima's affairs are resolved, it's time for the Snake Sect to take action together, go to Novigri and other news. It is important to convert the drawings into practical combat power first, master——"

Berengaard looked at three armor blueprints and one steel sword blueprint, frowned, "Hakland, the place east of the Blue Mountains... There is a slight difference between the equipment casting method and ours, and I have to spend extra time studying it. If all four pieces of equipment need to be cast, it will be conservatively estimated to be one month."

"Then you'll be fine... we will get all the materials as soon as possible," Roy saw the anti-magic metal plates, dragon leather and other expensive materials required on the drawings. He undoubtedly had to bleed again, but the money on his body was far from enough. They had to think of it, "As for the reward..."

Berenkar shook his head, "I owe you a favor from Kalkstan, so I will waive the reward, but the materials must be prepared, this part is not cheap."

"Master, forge armor first, one set is enough. As for the flying lion monster steel sword, then talk about it later." Leisuo suddenly reached out to the wine table and waved the four newly cast snake swords were exposed in front of him.

"The Steel Sword and Silver Sword of the Viper School were created by Master Berenkar, two by one person."

"It's great, boss!"

The Serrit brothers pulled open the scabbard, stroked the snow-smooth sword body with their fingers, and their eyes shone in an instant.

"Good baby! With it, my pair of standard swords that are so bad that I can finally retire gloriously!" Ox's face was full of excitement and his words changed, "But how much did it cost to forge so much at once?"

"The money is almost gone."

"Roy willing?"

"You look down on me, Oaks? Am I the kind of stingy person?"

Then, Resor slowly told the story of Koglim in the White Orchard.

"Another old guy left." Seret Amber's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he suddenly raised his wine glass.

"Kingkogrim!"

"Kingkogrim!"

"Wang!" A black dog's head suddenly emerged from the hood behind Roy, sticking out his tongue excitedly.

The atmosphere solidified instantly.

"What's this?" The four pairs of wild beasts locked it straight into their pupils.

“Woo woo…”

The dog breathed stagnantly and suddenly retracted his head back into his hood.

"Boy, don't tell me you adopted a little animal?"

"How did it become a dog?" Resor asked,

"Uh... This is the masterpiece of the alchemist... Golfin, a pet who changes its shape randomly every day," Roy pursed his lips, "It's useless at the moment, but I can't tell you in the future."
Chapter completed!