The first ray of white light was emitted from the horizon.

Roy woke up from the simple bed covered with hay. His dark gold pupils spread slightly, and his eyes stared blankly at his empty right hand, and he could still feel the warmth of last night.

The rich fragrance of roses seems to be still lingering at your fingertips.

But Yiren has left.

After rowing a boat for a night at the sea, Rita Need pushed him into the portal.

Send a farewell gift—

A delicate glass tube of index finger lies in the palm of his left hand, filled with deep red liquid, and the rich magic power is as solid as the essence. The extremely gorgeous elemental glow passes through the glass and almost overflows from the cork at the mouth of the bottle.

"Blood Essence"

From a powerful spellcaster, full of magic.

…

Rita Need is one of the most powerful casters of the Warlock Association.

Her blood essence can naturally stimulate ancient blood as an important ingredient in the elixir of tempering, but Roy did not expect that even if she risked being cursed and damaged her body, she would be willing to trust herself.

The witch hunter felt warm in his heart.

Hold the gift in your arms and hold it gently and take it into the trophy package.

"You can't take advantage of her in vain. Be prepared for more surprises in the future!"

...

"Hey, boy, did you go out for fun again last night?"

As soon as Roy went downstairs to the door, he was stopped by three snake factions, as if he was trying to sue him.

The bald man looked bad, while the Oaks brothers were very interested.

"What ecstasy spell did that old woman Rita Need put on you that made you so obsessed?"

Roy rolled his eyes, put his hands on his hips, full of confidence,

"Don't put a hat on it! I am the kind of person who is addicted to beauty? In fact, I talked to Suhu all night and was so tired that I finally convinced her."

"In two days, she will come to Nog City to talk to Cat Eagle about Carl's grass trial... By the way... she can also check for Kayan's injuries."

The smile on the Oaks brothers' faces frozen, and the bald man turned his head a little awkwardly.

The three of them combined are dozens of times older than Roy, but the help they provide to the two cats is far less than the latter.

I have to be ashamed.

"So the sorcerer is quite useful..." Ox wiped his nose and patted the little brother's shoulder, "Roy, you will sacrifice a little in the future to feed her and completely win over... The development and growth of the Snake Sect does require a trustworthy warlock!"

"The ready-made golden thighs must be held tightly. Boy, if you need magic in the future, you can contact Rita Nied, which can save a lot of money." Seret analyzed seriously.

"No need to remind you...wait, what to feed and save money?!"

"Ahem, little kid, I see that your eyes are black and your face is pale. Obviously, you have put in a lot of energy last night and should make up for it. We plan to refine two energy potions and prepare them for you just in case!"

Roy sighed as he looked at the three seniors who were running away in panic.

...

Outside the yard, the young Cat School apprentice was waving a training sword alone, and her thin body was jumping back and forth on more than a dozen wooden stakes.

Flexible as a monkey.

From him, Roy learned that his teachers, Maujiu and Kayen, went to the beach outside Nog City to look for the wreckage of the "Flying Bucks" and the Cats Blueprint.

In Roy's memory, there were only a few water ghosts in that place, and he was not very interested, so he didn't plan to get involved.

…

The two shops are still being renovated, and Cantilla is also guarding the other side, while several companions are busy with their own affairs.

For a moment, Roy became idle, so he took Golfen Yellow Dog to the market restaurant to visit the old Moores who were selling vegetables, and pulled the dog's mouth into a big cake, making Minog laugh.

In fact, according to the existing financial resources of the witch hunter, the old Moores could live a rich life without having to work.

But the couple worked hard for most of their lives and insisted on their idle life and living a life of luxury, which was extremely unaccustomed to it.

He didn't force it.

After chatting with his family for a while, the witch hunter prepared to relax, regained his long-lost hobby and went to the tavern to spend his gunt addiction.

But as soon as he took out the Gent card, he suddenly remembered something, which was hidden deep in his memory—

More than a year ago, on the day he left Kaye Village, the one-eyed Jack of the old captain's tavern asked him to bring greetings to an old friend, Frank at No. 320, Canal by the Noor City (Volume 1, Chapter 14).

"If Old Jack hadn't donated generously, I might not have joined the Snake Sect."

What's more, the old man gave him a coup of expensive Gent.

Just in time.

"I have to help you with this!"

...

Civilian areas.

A long circle was spent around the gurgling canal.

Roy found a dilapidated two-story building in the southwest corner of the river. Beside the mottled door, there was a wooden sign - No. 320 Ring River.

"Dongdong...is anyone?"

"Bang, bang! Is Frank inside?"

"Cruff-"

The door was open, revealing a decadent man's face.

He looks about thirty or forty years old, with clear edges and slightly prominent cheekbones.

Because I haven't taken care of my personal hygiene for a long time, my face is glossy, my chin is covered with green stubble rings to my ears, and a pinch of greasy brown hair draped over my shoulders, emitting a faint smell of sourness.

The man seemed to have not had a good rest for a long time, and his eyes were covered with bloodshot.

But his body was like a grizzly bear standing up, at least 1.9 meters tall, with rock-like muscles on his arms and neck. His body was extremely strong. A thick layer of calluses grew on the edge of the palm of the door frame, and a finger-long scratch could be seen above his collarbone.

Todd

Age: 35

Gender: Male

Identity: Mercenary

…

"Who is your lord?" The man's gray eyes swept over the witch hunter's body - gray-black armor, agile figure, dark gold vertical pupils, outfit and momentum, and he looked no good citizen.

The man leaned forward, his eyebrows were frowned, and he made a very oppressive posture. The ravines on his forehead seemed to be full of thoughts.

"Who are you? If I remember correctly, the owner of this house should be Frank?" Roy looked at the big man without showing any weakness, and his tone became cold.

The identity of a mercenary and this tough body.

Why did he think this guy is going to be unfavorable to the target?

But the man shook his head, his eyes crossed the shoulders of the witcher, and he looked at the water of the canal with an open space, and said in a slightly sad and low tone, "No matter who you are, what purpose you have for finding the old man, it's too late. Frank has been dead for five years... Now I am the only one living in this house."

The keen perception told the witch hunter that the strong man did not lie.

He sighed disappointedly,

"This time I visited, mainly to bring a greeting to Frank. My old friend, one-eyed Jack, didn't expect...ah..."

"You mean the one-eyed old widower who once drove a boat in Sintra and later settled in Yadian, who loved collecting Gent cards?" The man's tone suddenly became subtle.

"It's about running a cargo ship in Skelliger!"

"Well, I remember it wrong. Come in and sit down, my friend..." The man stretched out his hand and pointed it out.

Roy followed him into the room, then frowned, and a smell of sweat and stinking smell rushed into his nose, reminding people of the socks that had not been washed for many days mixed with spoiled bread, which was so frightening.

And the layout of the room.

Like most frustrated middle-aged men living alone: ​​dusty floors, messy uncleaned tableware, torn sofas for changing clothes, and a pile of empty wine bottles.

The man sat on the sofa with his butt. He reached out and pushed the sweaty clothes beside him to the ground, revealing an empty space covered with unknown brown patches.

"That, I'll just stand."

"It's up to you!" The man didn't mind, raised his head and smiled reluctantly. The dense wrinkles between his forehead were still filled with lingering sadness. "How is Old Jack now? Are you still strong in your body? Can you run?"

"Of course, I can eat and drink, and even took the time to kill a few wolves, but that happened a year ago, and I haven't returned to Yadian for a long time." Roy looked around, and the old wooden staircase went up the second floor, divided into several small rooms.

"By the way, I am Frank's son, Todd, a mercenary. I just returned to Noor City not long ago."

The witch hunter regained his grip vigorously, "I am the witch hunter of the Snake Sect, Roy."

When Tode heard this, his gray pupils shrank into a slit. A hint of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

He stood up excitedly and spoke in an excited tone.

"I should have thought of it long ago, the dark golden vertical pupils, this body shape, the Demon Hunter Master, so that's it!"

This reaction made Roy feel very interesting. Most people would not give a good face after knowing their identity, but the other party was unnaturally happy, unless-

"Master Roy, I think it must be the guide of fate to meet you today." Todd raised his head, his greasy cheeks with expectation, "I have heard that the witch hunter has all kinds of incredible abilities, as if he could detect any clues, and be better at tracking and finding people than the hunting dog?"

"Then?"

Roy rolled his hands around his chest and raised his chin. He felt that business was coming to him again.
Chapter completed!