Hout Village is connected to the lower town of Bowkland and is located closer to the outskirts of the suburbs.

Although it is called a village, the tidyness of houses and roads is actually no less than that of a big city.

The four of them followed the breath left by the carnation along the way and came to the west of Hout Village.

The gorgeous orange sunset bloomed quietly, and the night began to droop.

Under a secluded dry arch bridge, a black linen dress full of ripped holes was stinking all over, and the skinny man was lying on a straw mat on his back.

He is not tall, about 1.65 meters tall, with two pointed ears exposed under his long hair like a chicken coop, which obviously has some elf blood.

Dust, mud, grass chips covered most of his face and skin, like a natural hidden color.

But you can vaguely see the scars and calluses under the dirt.

He didn't notice the movement around him at all. The four of them came closer to him less than two meters away, and his chest was still slightly undulating and sleeping soundly.

Roy looked at him and his eyes became deeper-

Jeron Molu

Age: 175

Gender: Male

Identity: Griffin School Demon Hunter

Life: 150/260 (weak)

Magic: 200

property:

Power: 24

Agility: 23

Physical constitution: 24

Perception: 13

Will: 8

Charm: 6

Spirit: 20

Skill:

The magic seal of the witch lv10, alchemy lv8, meditation lv8, griffin school long sword sword lv7, demon hunter sense lv8, griffin school secret technique lv5: master the double seal and the Columpu variant seal, forge lv9

Secondary mutation (passive curing)

...

The bald man exchanged glances with everyone, squatted down and shouted at him.

"Man, Jeron Molu, wake up!"

The roar was like muffled thunder, echoing under the bridge hole, making people frightened, even unconscious people would be awakened!

But the "beggar" did not respond at all, and the snoring was still stable.

"Are we wrong?" Rita Need pinched his nose in disgust, his eyes circling between the three demon hunters and him. "Is this guy really a griffin genius witch?"

He said he was a beggar and didn't even have the tools to ask for money, and he seemed to be worse than a homeless man.

Anyone who receives a commission will not end up like this miserable end.

"The magical light cannot be faked." The faint light flashed in Leisu's pupils, "It is thicker than most witch hunters, but it is obviously weaker than the caster."

"His magical talent is between ordinary people and spellcasters."

Cohen squatted side by side beside the man, lifted the "beggar" and hung it to his chest, crawling with fleas, sticking into lumps, filling his long hair with a foul smell.

His eyes suddenly condensed.

A griffin school badge hung quietly there, obviously often wiped, with silver light and small and delicate. It didn't match the dark skin on his chest and the bulging pipa bones.

"Huh--" Coen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and sat backwards to the ground with a silly smile.

Finally, from now on, he will no longer be the only successor of the Griffon Sect!

The bald man had an idea and his palm like a palm fan suddenly grabbed the pendant!

"Bang!" One hand blocked the way, blocking Reso's hand.

Its veins are abrupt, skinny and bone-skinned, revealing thick joints and dense calluses.

Then, the witch hunter who was lying on the ground pretending to be sleeping opened his eyes.

The iconic vertical pupils, indigo, are like the vast sky, but are lifeless, empty and without a trace of spirit. As long as you look at him, you can feel a deep sense of depression and despair.

He took off his bad right hand with a expressionless face, held the pendant on his chest tightly, and closed his eyes again.

The four of them present couldn't help but look at each other.

"What a Jeron Molu... are you pretending to be asleep here?"

...

"Man, we know who you are..." Roy leaned down, in an equal position with him, staring at his cold face, "Thomas Molu and Lydia's son..."

When Lydia's name sounded, the tramp's eyelids twitched.

"In addition, you are also a witch hunter of the Griffon sect..." Roy made his public openly, "a student of Grand Master Elland!"

"We deeply regret your miserable experience... As a member of the Brotherhood of the Witcher, we are willing to provide you with the best help you can, so that you can get rid of your current predicament and at least improve your living environment."

He reached out and waved his hand, took out a sweet and tempting bread from the space bag and handed it to Jeron.

"Let's have something to eat, man, let's talk slowly. If you have any trouble, you might as well speak out."

"..." He ignored the truth and turned over on the straw mat, supporting his side face and chin with one hand, and putting his back on his waist with the other, facing his back to everyone.

"You don't want to tell us, it doesn't matter, how about communicating with your fellow Griffons?" Roy gave Cohen a look, who immediately untied the pendant between his neck and forced it into Jeron's hand that crossed his waist, allowing him to close his five fingers and carefully feel the outline of the pendant.

"His Excellency Jeron, I am Cohen, the Griffin witch hunter."

"After Kyle Siren became a ruin, for a long time... only Teacher Kyle and I were left to depend on each other." The honest and dull man smiled bitterly and looked sighy.

And Jeron's hand shook.

"But another accident happened a few months ago... Teacher Kelda also left. I thought I was the only one griffin sect left in the whole world..."

"But now, I have to say, it's great to see you!"

Cohen suddenly hummed the griffin's battle song,

"When you fall to the ground and bleed"

“We don’t care about money and reputation”

"Because of brotherhood, there are principles of perseverance"

"More precious than life!"

...

"Kelda has been alive and only left not long ago?" Finally, a weak and thin voice sounded, as if he was terminally ill, but he was filled with depression and shock. "How is it possible that I clearly saw his tombstone?"

Cohen glanced at his companions around him, and everyone looked a little more excited. This guy who was not in the air finally responded.

"His Excellency Jeron, before I answer you, can you answer some questions for us? What did you experience under the Heshan Castle? How did you escape?"

"Who are you? Why do you know Heshan? How can you find me?" His voice was dry, hoarse, and as harsh as a file.

"We accidentally discovered Thomas Molu's experimental base at the bottom of the Jiujiu Lake. Based on the diary he left behind, various clues, we followed the clues." Roy explained,

"The empty laboratory, the two tombstones in the Oremos Cemetery, and the bouquets you offer to one of them. They point the way."

A sigh, a long silence.

Then, the man's voice rang.

...

"How did I escape from Heshan? Since I have asked this, I must know what I had happened before, so I will not repeat it." Jeron Molu faced the top wall of the bridge cave, his eyes were empty, and he whispered in a low voice, "Thomas Molu locked me up at the bottom of Heshan, and I stayed alone for many years. I caught cockroaches, rats and geckos when I was hungry, and I used the mutated Kolan Pfession seal to make ice water..."

Roy suddenly realized, no wonder the other party could hold on for so long until the rescue.

"But I dare not run around. I am worried that I can't beat him when I startle the guardian golem. Human patience is far less than stubborn stones. Even if I become a pile of bones, it will always guard that damn portal."

"I could only meditate day and night, and during that time, I was so bored that I was about to go crazy."

Roy couldn't help but imagine that if it were him, he was trapped in that dark and narrow place, and there seemed to be nothing else to do except for constant meditation and exercise.

Moreover, it has been a huge challenge to the mind for decades.

"I can only live by the beautiful memories of the past - when Kyle Siren drank and sang with his compatriots, traveled around the world, killed monsters, Teacher Elland's earnest expectations and encouragement words for me... I originally thought that my life would end without any trouble in that small and broken house."

Despite the painful past, Jeron's expression was like a pool of stagnant water, with almost no change.

"I even intended to anger the golem and find my home in battle, like most of my fellow countrymen."
To be continued...