In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 118 Night, Demon

Insell City.

Montmaster Street.

This is a secluded corner, and there is a two-story building with a rather strange style, which can be seen to be some years old.

But fortunately, although it has been in service for a long time, it has been repaired very well.

According to the guide, the house used to be an official's residence, but it was left unused for some "superstitious" reasons.

Now, after simple maintenance and decoration, it can fully assume the role of temporary residence.

"only."

Ryan stood in the small courtyard and raised his head.

His eyes are a little subtle.

The eccentricity of the house was obvious, for on the wall facing the street, all the windows had been bricked up!

Blocks of color that are very different from the surrounding walls stand out in front of you, like patches on the wall.

"It's a protective measure."

The deep voice explained: "To prevent something from sneaking into the house."

Ryan stepped forward and opened the door.

"squeak--"

Because someone had come to clean the house in advance, the first floor of the whole house looked tidy and clean.

Simple tables and chairs, plain furniture.

A wooden staircase leads to the second floor.

The disadvantage is that it looks very dark because of the loss of light.

At a glance, there is not much to say.

"Wait for the bell to ring, sir."

Finally, the silver-armored warrior left without hesitation after saying the last word.

"Da da da--"

Heavy footsteps sounded again in the dilapidated streets of Montmasters.

On the deserted streets, the wind blows up dead leaves.

The Vinila River was nearby, with restless blackbirds flying over it, and the silent current still flowing.

Lane digs deeper into the house.

He took a step in the living room, and finally came straight to the blinds.

"boom!"

Even the window frame was blown away by his punch.

This window was on the other side of the street, facing the broad Venilla River.

"sand"

Stepping on the gravel, he quietly watched the twilight in the distance. The surface of the river no longer reflected sunlight, but was stained with broken twilight.

As soon as the trouble came down, it was going to be dark again.

The "bell" that symbolizes the night is about to ring, the gray fog will make a comeback, and the monster transformed into a witch will become active.

"Mission area: Würzburg/Insel city-state, Germany."

"Wurzburg is shrouded in a strange [magic] effect, and the city's style returns to the old days."

"Residents' memories are implanted with false content that doesn't match the real world."

"A few months ago, every night, monsters began to appear in the city. They wandered around the city, and if they saw people or animals, they would hunt and kill them wantonly."

"These 'reckless' monsters were identified as the [witch]'s troubles."

"The city conducts the [Witch Trial] at an indeterminate frequency, that is, through the identification of a woman, the [Witch] who is suspected of eating people is found out from the crowd and executed."

"Note: There are doubts."

"Willard—he watched his wife fall asleep with his own eyes, but at the witch trial the next day, his wife was accused of being a witch and turned into a monster in full view."

Ryan looked at the task file in front of him and began to think.

"Those soldiers, are the medicines injected into the witch really sedatives?"

"The weird bell, does it have other meanings?"

"In this city, you must fall asleep late at night, why can it form a tradition."

"Willard was convinced that it was the potion that turned his wife into a monster, but after testing it in front of everyone, he found that it was indeed a sedative."

"If Willard didn't lie, then, in the trial of the witch, people become [monsters], and there must be special blind spots."

The city will be shrouded in night and fog.

Lane felt compelled to witness it all with his own eyes.

"Saint Freya."

Ryan leaned against the edge of the window, his expression was a little weird.

The identity of this saint in the real world made him feel a little startled.

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"How about it, have you got the results from the blood analysis?"

"Also, what is the identity of that girl?"

Ryan, who left the tavern, initiated an inquiry to the Demon Hunting Agency.

"The blood analysis has been completed, and the analysis report will be uploaded to your personal terminal, Operator Winster."

"We'll have someone simplify the data for you."

The agency operative replied hesitantly.

"As for the saint—"

"Please check the pictures, Operator Winster."

Ryan followed the soldier's pace, nodded first, and then heard the slightly shocking voice of the agency operator.

Immediately, he checked the pictures sent by the agency.

Suddenly, Ryan frowned.

Not even pictures, to be precise.

That is a painting.

A portrait transformed into a document by scanning technology.

The person in the painting is a little girl.

Young, about 8 or 9 years old.

A head of blonde hair, even if it is made of golden paint, is very bright, vividly jumping on the paper.

The delicate face is expressionless, and the empty eyes are staring straight ahead, like the person in the painting looking at the person outside the painting.

Sitting neatly on the wooden chair, she folded her hands in front of her belly, like a noble lady.

Something familiar, but not that familiar.

Because of the presence of outsiders, Ryan did not react at that time.

until--

"Don't tell me, the person on this oil painting...is her."

Ryan stared at the picture in front of him, and asked suddenly.

"The answer is obvious, Operator Winster."

The agency responded: "We did not find a woman in Würzburg who matched the girl's appearance by more than 30%."

interesting.

Ryan then asked curiously: "How about extending the scope to the whole world?"

"Have."

"There are indeed women with similar appearances, but unfortunately, we can all confirm that these women have not disappeared—"

"The deceased target is still being investigated."

"However, I believe you can also see that the temperament of this girl in the painting is vividly depicted, exactly the same as the saint Freya who appeared in front of you."

In response, Ryan nodded.

"Where did this painting come from?"

"museum?"

"Florence, Italy." The agency operator operated the computer and sent another picture to Ryan.

"That place is full of Renaissance art works. In addition to confirming the age, we need a long time to investigate who created this painting—"

"as well as."

"What is the relationship between the person in the painting and the present Freya?"

Ryan noticed the photos sent by the agency.

This painting seems to be a private collection of a rich man, and a series of photos were taken in the rich man's treasure house.

Looked inside and out.

In the face of all-pervasive hackers, the more high-end anti-theft measures are more ridiculous.

After spending some time in the church, Ryan knew this truth well.

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Turn off the virtual screen.

Ryan understood that the demon hunting agency must be launching a carpet search. Maybe the commissioner of the demon hunting agency in Florence was already knocking on the rich man's door.

"The investigation has results, and we will inform you as soon as possible, Operator Winster."

"Next"

The agency staff put the virtual projection in the center of the huge conference hall, so that everyone can appreciate the first perspective of the demon hunter from all angles.

"Crackling-"

Operating the retro mechanical keyboard, the operator adjusted his glasses and brought up Ryan's mission record, with important items marked in bright red above.

Just like a game guide.

"We're here to help you keep an eye on the important things you bring up."

The crisp sound of typing on the keyboard fell.

Ryan looked up slowly.

"boom!"

The clouds hung low.

There was a sudden gust of wind without any call, and the sky suddenly became dark, and the light from the setting sun was immediately obscured by the gloom.

distance--

Looking across the vast water, looking to the other side of the river, until passing through the deserted wilderness.

The luxuriant trees, twisted and horribly set off by those protruding branches, shrouded in shadows, the shrubs under the trees were inexplicably gray, trembling with the wind——

Then, disappeared!

Trees, shrubs, all disappeared in the gray mist that came quietly!

The mist is like an invisible monster, devouring everything it can see.

Seeing this, Ryan pursed his lips, turned around, and returned to the living room where he stopped just now.

He picked up an oil lamp from a wooden cabinet by the wall, which was almost exactly the same style as the one Willard had.

"Crack!"

He flipped the switch.

Leaning on the cabinet, looking into the distance with both eyes, watching a gray mist sweeping in, besieging the city with misty horror and terror.

Ryan waited quietly.

Soon.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of heavy footsteps came from the street outside, like a small earthquake, shaking the old house.

squeak--

The lights are also shaking and flickering.

Dance with the lights.

In the central position surrounded by poisonous fog, in a clear space covered with a bright yellow luster.

"Crack!"

Suddenly, a buzzer sounded.

Then, the lights dimmed for an instant.

Swallowing light, filling the air, the gray poisonous gas that can cause people to faint suddenly surged like a wave, as if a wild animal saw its own food, and frantically rushed towards the center.

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The man leans against the wall.

He stretched.

Walk slowly to the front door.

"Crack!"

"squeak--"

The hunter flung open the gate.

He raised his head and looked at the strong man in silver armor in front of him.

The soldier was particularly muscular, and seemed to have a somewhat different temperament from the people around him.

If you let Ryan describe it.

That's the best of the best.

The silver armored warrior raised his hand to knock on the door and froze in mid-air. Seeing that the door was opened first, he had no choice but to lower his hand.

"Insel's defenders."

"Captain, Rambo Vincent."

The eyes under the helmet were fixed on Ryan, and the team leader said in a deep voice: "Mr. Winster, tonight, we will act together with you to hunt down the haunting [Witch] in the city."

"Everything is according to your request."

The captain's voice is dull and thick, giving people a sense of security.

But the vigilance in it is not concealed.

As a soldier who has personally seen what the man in front of him did in the court, it is hard not to be wary of this stranger.

especially.

The monster transformed by the witch was slaughtered with such a sharp knife.

He was also the first witness.

This is an unspeakable fate.

Ryan smiled at him.

Turning around, the hunter closed the door.

"I just ask, give me the power to hunt monsters."

"No one is required to accompany you."

"Captain Lambert."

Ryan glanced away.

There were ten people in this team. They stood in a row on the street, with sharp spears and sharp swords at their waists.

And, rather uniformly, the waist is equipped with fluorescent tubes.

It is these transparent glass that exudes a light blue luster, which can dispel the surrounding gray fog and keep these gray particles away.

Ryan glanced at them.

Into the night, coupled with gray fog.

Everything is so dark and blurry.

But there are such a group of [shiny] guys with various meanings wandering the streets of the city.

No wonder Willard said the defenders were "as conspicuous as the strippers in the square."

Too high-definition, not conspicuous.

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Captain Lambeau fell silent.

But Ryan didn't care much, he took the lead and set foot on the street.

Walking on the street with "turtle speed", a kind of city guard also stepped forward after seeing this, and followed closely behind the hunter.

"I have a question."

"It is said that people in the city will fall asleep involuntarily every night."

"Why can you resist drowsiness?"

Ryan spoke abruptly.

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"Training." The captain was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice.

"train?"

Ryan narrowed his eyes.

Willard used self-mutilation to make the instant pain overwhelm sleepiness. Over time, his body ached even at night.

How are these people trained?

Ahead is the corner of the street, just turn right and walk along the boulevard through the old part of town and you will arrive at the new town.

The terrain of the new urban area is lower, and the population is much denser than that of the old urban area.

Due to historical reasons, many buildings in the old city are abandoned.

"Boom boom boom!"

Heavy footsteps roared.

Ryan looked around.

His sharp eyes can catch, in the blur, the dots of fluorescent light, like stars, moving in the darkness.

"Mr. Winster, do you need it?"

Ryan took the object handed from behind.

"Thank you."

He took a glance at the fluorescent tube in his hand, thinking that this overhead technology tree of the era is so crooked?

The lights in Willard's house were even supplied by gas pipes.

Just press the switch and wait for a while, the bright luster can cover the whole room,

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The captain watched Ryan stuff the fluorescent tubes into his coat, but remained silent.

Just when a group of people stepped on the slightly sloping road and headed for the city.

suddenly--

"Roar!!"

"boom!"

Crazy roars erupted from afar.

The ground began to tremble like an earthquake, and the sound of huge footsteps and the crisp sound of buildings being demolished began to spread!
This moment!

One after another, the city was filled with the sound of howling and roaring monsters.

The bloody frenzy covered the entire city in an instant!
It was as if the monster appeared out of nowhere.

The silence was instantly broken!
"call out!"

"I'll be waiting for you up front."

"If...you can keep up."

Ryan's voice draws out.

There is a clear difference in volume between the first paragraph and the second paragraph, as if it came from afar.

The captain frowned sharply.

Although the team members were stunned, they still kept walking.

In front of them, how can they still see the figure of the hunter?
"team leader?!"

"call--"

The captain quickened his pace and roared in a deep voice: "Follow up!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)