The weather became clear again, the brilliant sunshine lasted for many days, and the climate officially entered the rhythm of late autumn.

The witch hunters rode their horses to the northwest for a week and got closer to the Pontal River. According to the original plan, they would arrive at Baron La Valerdi, east of Willen, and then cross the Pontal River here by boat and enter Ossenfort on the north bank, for at least a week.

After this week's running-in, the boy Carl barely adapted to life in the wilderness. He slept with the witch hunter every day, using wild vegetables and barbecue to satisfy his hunger. He survived the disease. His spirits improved a lot, and his thin, slightly sunken cheeks became rosy and full.

But at the age of seven or eight, he was a playful grade. He was immature and Carl could not receive too strict and intensive training. So Flius simply taught him a set of cat-sex exercises, and occasionally used local materials to explain to him the physiological habits and weaknesses of the wild animals that appeared in the wilderness.

The Oaks brothers have complaints about his training methods, but Flius is a stubborn guy in this regard. He does not allow others to snatch the fun of training apprentices, and treats the suggestions of the two brothers as a warning.

The Oaks brothers had another fight with him for this.

In addition, Roy also asked Flius for swordsmanship many times this week. The Cat Swordsmanship focuses more on practical combat and has a more sharp style. Flius always suppresses his fatal points within one minute, making him very depressed.

But this efficient battle made Roy's swordsmanship progress faster, and he felt that in a short time, the long sword specialization could be improved to lv2.

...

That night, the witch hunters rushed to the border of Willen and set up camp in the middle of several strangely shaped boulders.

"Roy, can I have Golfen and play?" Carl ran over and looked at the witch hunter with a bash. The boy fell completely after he accidentally discovered the cute little thing last time.

How to say it, no matter how men and women are, they have no resistance to cute things in childhood.

Roy had no choice but to caress his forehead, but at the same time he felt a little funny. Golfin has always been the one who pestered him the most, but recently Golfin was a little scared by this child, and even reacted abnormally. He didn't have much appetite for the dried fish he liked the most.

"Little devil, how many times have I said it? Golfing is not your doll, you can't always pester it. Also... Don't look at me with that look. Girls are very well-behaved in doing this, but boys will misunderstand it. It would be bad to meet some perverted nobles!"

Carl's eyes were red and his thin lips started to hold back.

"Crying man! Are you crying like this in front of monsters and robbers... Forget it, just..." When Roy thought of the child just lost all his relatives, he still made up his mind to pull it out of his hood, putting his eyes desperate, and meowing orange cat to him.

"Golphin," the boy hugged the struggling orange cat, gently rubbed its back with a excited expression, "Today I picked some sage with the teacher, come and try it, how about it?"

"Boy, I warn you not to feed it all the mess. Golfing has a problem, see if I don't smash your ass!"

...

Roy sat back to the campfire and began to deal with the roe deer, peeled and boned, sprinkled with wine and spices, and put on the grill.

During this period, after grilling all kinds of wild animals in the wilderness, his cooking skills grew rapidly. It seemed that something was about to wake up in the template, but these were all the details, and his main energy was focused on the relevant training of the witch hunter.

On the other side of the bonfire, the Oaks brothers boasted something in a vague way, and words like sorcerers, advanced vampires could be heard. Flius, opposite them, wore sunglasses, tried his best to make a cold and expressionless face, but his actions of bent down slightly and tilting his ears to listen, betrayed his true thoughts.

He is also very interested in women.

"A reluctant guy."

Resor muttered and sat down next to Roy.

"Little kid, I think you are having a good chat with that boy. Are you moved and want to find an apprentice?"

"Do you think I can get out?" Roy rolled his eyes at the bald man. "I have no interest in that kind of crying naughty kid."

"Are you crying?" Resuo's pupils reflected a jumping fire, his eyes a little distant, "It's okay to say that. I haven't seen you cry in this year, and I don't look like a child of this age at all."

"Of course..." Roy brushed the crust of the groundhog with a layer of mustard powder, "I'm not an ordinary person."

"I know, the Prophet who is pregnant with ancient blood, what kind of disciples do you plan to recruit in the future?" Resor drank a sip of wine. He enjoyed the atmosphere of night chatting with his companions.

"I want to improve the mutant formula of Snakes, and Coral can help me," Roy said frankly, "and then take a girl as an apprentice."

"Are you serious?" The bald man frowned, "It's hard for girls to take care of..."

"I don't think so..." Roy suppressed his smile and said seriously with a stern face. "The male witch hunter is the absolute happiness and most efficient combination. He no longer has to waste time going to the tavern or brothel to have fun."

With the lively discussion, the sound of chewing food and swallowing wine, the night became deeper, and gradually, the camp became quiet.

...

Roy was woken up by something and came back to his senses from meditation. In front of him was a fleshy cat face. He pushed the face away but saw the bright moon in the sky, and the stars shining brightly.

It was late at night, and the orange bonfire in the camp was still burning quietly.

"Golphin, what's the situation? How dare you disturb me for rest? Be careful to be hungry for you for a day!"

"Shh--"

The Cat Pie Witch Hunter came to Roy at some point, and made a ban on his index finger, then pointed to the huge rock at the side of the camp.

The moonlight shone out a thin back. He stood straight, facing his back to a group of witch hunters, his limbs were stiff, his head was hanging, and he didn't move. He was like a human-shaped stone sculpture.

"Carl? What are you doing in the middle of the night?" Roy stuffed Golfen into the hood behind his head and slowly walked over with Flius.

The Seret brothers and Resor had woken up long ago, and they were also observing Carl's condition.

Everyone walked up to the boy, but saw that he had no expression on his face and his face was scary, as if he had not seen the people in front of him at all, and his eyes were aimed at the deep night outside the camp.

Sleepwalking!

Everyone exchanged glances and kept quiet tacitly.

There are many folk sayings about sleepwalking, including various sequelae that may trigger by forcibly waking up sleepwalkers.

They didn't act rashly, but Carl suddenly moved!

The little boy rushed into the night, and the witch hunter was tightly attached to the back. To their surprise, the boy in the sleepwalking state was like a chicken blood, transforming into a moose running in the wilderness, running for more than an hour.

The witch hunter chased after him for more than ten miles, until the stars and moon were dim, the sky became gray, and from the wilderness to the edge of a swamp.

The water mist here is lingering, and shallow puddles are buried with sticky mud.

And the boy stopped in front of half of the stump.

A blood-stained dagger was inserted into the cross-section of the stump. The boy pulled it up and slowly put it on his ear.

He grinned, looking quite skillful in holding the knife.

"Shit!" Frius rushed over and took the dagger away with a sword, then hugged the boy's body and shook him hard, almost shaking him apart. "What's wrong with you? Little monkey, possessed by the devil!?"

"Teacher, I...I..." Carl's pupils contracted for a moment, and then his face was confused, as if he had just woken up from his sleep, "I don't remember, what happened just now?"

"You want to cut off your ears, little devil." Oaks cursed, "I haven't seen such an idiotic sleepwalker yet!"

"If everyone was like Carl, the sleepwalker would have been dead long ago," said Seret.

"Guys, it's obvious that Carl is not sleepwalking!" Roy looked into the deep fog of the swamp and said solemnly, "I think something in this Wilen swamp is guiding him. Think about it, he is just a little boy with the weakest willpower and the most likely to be confused by some dirty things."

Everyone fell into silence. No one expected such an inexplicable accident to happen suddenly, and they had no idea.

If the witch hunter hadn't been alert enough in his sleep, the horror would have irreparable consequences.

"Roy said nothing wrong."

At this time, Reso, who was squatting beside the tree stump, suddenly raised his right hand and showed a bloody ear between his fingers to everyone. "This dagger, Carl's strange behavior is definitely not an accidental sleepwalking attack," a cold light ejaculated from his amber pupils, "Something is damaging!"
Chapter completed!