In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 11 Rebecca

"squeak--"

The door of the office was closed, and the young man left the airtight coffin under Earl Ramon's deep gaze.

"Dududu-"

Count Ramon stood up, his hands behind his back.

Busy sounds from nowhere filled the entire office.

"You believe what he said so much?"

Suddenly, a rough voice played through the remote terminal in the office.

"He said he didn't know if he didn't know the changes in himself? Let me tell you, the dolls are very slippery now. They lie to me about doing experiments even though they are playing games in the research institute."

"Damn it!"

The rough voice roared angrily, like an irrational beast.

"Who the hell is playing games! Which little brat is it again, huh?!"

"As I said, I have very good ears!"

"."

Count Ramon is used to it.

"I played [hint] in the office."

"With myself having to tell the truth as a [sacrifice], I created a space where only [truths] can exist."

Earl Ramon looked at the music player in the corner and couldn't help shaking his head.

"It's too vulgar to mock children's [wonderful ideas], that's not my style."

"."

"Is there a possibility that his blood has resisted your [Mantra], and you are the only one who tells the truth?"

Earl Ramon was lying on the armchair, and he said in a deep voice, "The realm of mantra that uses my [honesty] as a sacrifice must be at least a [Satan]-level demon to completely ignore it."

".You won, so what do you do now? It's hard to see a glimmer of light in research, but now it's covered by dark clouds again."

"He is still a child, with fantastic ideas——from the time he uttered those superficial [implicit and explicit] theories, I knew that this child was purely like a blank sheet of paper."

"Last night, he logged into the library and checked my articles."

"So, from his brain, we don't get anything useful at all."

"so?"

The rough voice was puzzled.

Isn't this rather depressing news?
"His heart is useless, but his body will tell me everything very honestly."

Count Ramon closed his eyes.

'I need to perfect our blood tests'

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Of course Ryan couldn't be ignorant.

He had an extremely strong intuition in his heart.

"It was after the injection that I became the so-called [Abyss Race]. Before that, I was completely a pure-blooded human!"

"boom!"

Alchemy Temple Academic Department, shooting range.

Lane gripped the revolver tightly, aiming at the target ahead, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Looking directly at the alchemy puppet that was shot in the chest, he seemed a little out of his mind.

"A blood test you can't refuse."

"Coincidentally."

"I also want to know what kind of species I am."

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"jingle!"

The smoky bullet casings fell to the ground.

The alchemy dolls in the distance were blown apart and scattered on the ground.

"What kind of results will the blood report show?"

The time when the mysterious man injected the tube of "poisonous blood" into his body was as early as 20 years ago.

Since then, this blood has been lurking in Ryan's body, and even escaped the blood test of the Alchemy Temple.

It wasn't until yesterday that it showed its ferocity.

If it was so easy to find clues, he should have been taken away as a guinea pig to cooperate with the experiment.

In what way will this mysterious, ancient, and majestic blood be exposed in the report of the Alchemy Temple?
Earl Ramon tried to find out the truth about Ryan's changes, but Ryan was searching for all the information about the ancient blood in his body.

Lane wasn't confident in the Templar's pedigree testing.

He always felt that the power of this "secret blood" was definitely far beyond his cognition.

"Who the hell is the guy who gave me the injection?"

"boom!"

Just when Ryan was distracted, suddenly, a ferocious roar began to stir in the shooting range.
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50 caliber Magnum ammunition roaring out of the muzzle brake of the [Desert Eagle] Mark XIX pistol.

It shredded and smashed the air, and landed firmly on the head of the alchemy puppet.

In an instant, the solid alchemy puppet flew upside down, and its head made of [magic metal] was severely dented.

"Boom boom boom!"

The gunshots sounded like thunder.

If an ordinary person continuously uses this gun to shoot at a target at a distance of more than 100 meters, I am afraid that the quasi-heart will fly to the sky long ago.

Not only that, even for a strong man weighing more than 80kg, it is impossible to resist the recoil force of continuous shooting.

But in the scene in the shooting range, the gunman lifted his weight lightly, and his arm didn't shake for a moment when he fired the gun.

Moreover, the gun hit, and five alchemy dolls were headshot in a row.

This is not the most shocking.

Surprisingly enough, the shooter was a little girl less than five feet (152cm) tall!
"Rebecca Brunshed."

The eye-catching long gray hair is coiled into a lively ball head, and the immature face is as delicate as a doll.

Ryan looked at the petite figure not far away, and he was stunned.

He had seen the photo of Rebecca, and at that time, he had already mentally prepared for the girl's figure.

However, when this rather "pocket" body suddenly appeared under his nose, he still felt a sense of absurdity spontaneously.

Too "punishment".

"Your posture is very standard."

"But so-so."

Rebecca reloaded the magazine expressionlessly, talking to the air in front of her.

"."

Lane took aim.

He hadn't touched a gun a few times at all, and he could use hot weapons fluently, all because of his muscle memory.

Since [Mutation], his physical fitness has greatly improved, so he must re-acquaint himself with the feel of guns.

That's why, after the meeting ended, he came to the shooting range non-stop.

"Smiled."

"Oh!"

Ryan shot, and as the bullets poured down, one after another alchemy dolls fell to the ground, and his aim had improved visible to the naked eye.

"You adapt quickly."

Rebecca Brunshid walked up to Ryan and stopped.

She held her head high, her eyes fixed on those indigo eyes, and she suddenly stretched out her hand.

On her fair and pearly face, her picturesque black eyebrows were raised slightly.

Soft cherry-colored lips parted slightly, and a faint smile hung on the pretty and elegant face like a Hebrew relief.

"I'm Rebecca Brunshed."

"Big man." Because the height gap between the two was too large, Ryan had to bow slightly facing the small hand protruding diagonally from below.

He stretched out his hand, knowing why this strange talent among the freshmen came to him.

"Lane Winster."

Rebecca squinted her eyes, her blood-red eyes flashed with the meaning of staring: "You are not bad, your kind."

She was paying attention to Ryan's pupil color.

In those beautiful pupils, there is inhuman violence and ferocity hidden, like an intoxicating power, she can't help but have the idea of ​​"sympathizing with each other".

"In the future, we should have the opportunity to perform missions together, and get to know each other in advance." Rebecca stared into Ryan's eyes.

"."

Ryan let go of the suet jade in his hand.

Then he put the gun back in the holster.

Rebecca turned around neatly, raised her gun to aim, and began to pour Sand Eagle's bullets.

Everything is just like what Rebecca said, she found Ryan, maybe it was purely because they belonged to the "Abyss Race".

"See you another day, Miss Rebecca."

Ryan left the range, his voice drowned in the roar.

"See you later."

The girl's voice is clear and sweet.

It was as clear and melodious as a hunting bullet piercing the body of an evil spirit, and the shell casings thrown out made a sound.

(End of this chapter)