In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 25

night.

This is the academic department under the night sky.

Next to the large square, amidst the lush green grass, beautiful and fresh white flowers sway with the evening wind, they lightly hold the crystal dewdrops and carry a little bit of starlight.

Tick.

The dew is accompanied by the breeze, pouring out pure and sincere tenderness.

In this lunatic asylum for the purpose of cultivating demon hunter fighters, there are very few people who still appreciate the gentleness of Xia Ye at such a late night.

A two-story building.

"call--"

The old man had a cheap cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and the cloud from the traditional cigarette lingered in the office where he was.

On the desktop in front of him, the virtual screen is presenting a lifelike figure.

In the virtual image, classmate Ryan Winster pointed a large-caliber revolver at his forehead.

"boom!"

With a gunshot.

The crazy evil god was trampled underfoot by an elusive shadow, and then the evil god's body twisted horribly, its hands and feet were twisted, its chest was hollowed out, and white flesh and blood were pulled out like intestines.

Almost insane brutality happened to the evil god.

"I'm already getting a headache."

A lazy and mature voice came from the communication terminal on the desktop, and she spoke slowly, as if exhaling from her mouth.

"You can never imagine how much trouble a violent bad student will bring to our medical department."

The head of the Minister of Health, Emilia Gina, appeared in a corner of the virtual screen. She was wearing a uniform and a dark blue medical mask, rubbing her crystal earlobes, and complaining in a coquettish tone.

"Victor is crazy."

The head of the academic department is a middle-aged man with a dignified face, and with a cold voice, he complained about the forced recruitment of students for missions by the demon hunting organization.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our focus should be on this child now, shouldn't we?"

"Lane Winster."

A crisp electronic sound sounded.

But if there are outsiders here, you may even wonder who is talking.

Because the "he" in the virtual projection is not a person at all, but a "gas" wrapped in thick special equipment!
The external torso like a spacesuit clapped his hands, and the head of the R&D department brought the topic back to Ryan.

"call--"

The old man stubbed out a cigarette.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses are his wise eyes.

"What do you think of Victor's suggestion?"

"What do you think? He has always made his own decisions." The head of the academic department responded.

"I have no objection." The head of the R&D Department raised his hand and said, "With a freak like Ryan Winster, our research results can be better applied."

"what--"

Emilia Gina stretched her waist, she yawned, and said lazily: "I have no opinion, um. Look at him, he is deadly and crazy, but he has an advantage that no one can match."

"It's not easy to die."

"Compared to the previous executors of the Monesis plan, those who frequently cut off their arms and legs are already pretty good."

The old man tapped his knuckles on the table.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "I'm old and want to retire."

"This kid opened my eyes to the dawn of retirement."

"Unanimous vote, respond to Victor."

"We agree to the execution of the Nemesis plan."

"Boom boom boom!"

The indescribable savage phantom was still waving its fists.

His strength is like an ancient fierce beast. Compared with him, the torture king who was trampled under his feet and his body was smashed by heavy fists is like a planet competing for glory with the sun.

"laugh--"

"what--!!!"

The evil god finally cried out in pain.

His chest was pierced and pierced by a pair of big hands, and then the owner of the big hands easily split it in two.

"laugh!"

A demon is like a famous chef.

I am comfortably preparing the feast of "shredded chicken" for the guests.

Until the evil god's pale body was peeled off inch by inch, and the viscous body was as fragile as plant fibers.

At last.

"boom!"

The blue will-o'-the-wisp burns.

In the world, the proof of the appearance of the evil god was gradually blurred under the scorching of madness.

Ryan stood with his hands down.

His blue eyes calmly watched the evil god's body being burned by the will-o'-the-wisp, not even leaving a trace of ashes.

The evil god was completely beaten back to hell.

"Click!"

Stuck the pistol back into the holster at his waist.

Ryan looked around, and he saw the students who were blown out by the blast and fell to the road.

His eyes looked into the distance.

It seems that there are some figures approaching rapidly.

That was long overdue reinforcements, the operators of the Demon Hunting Agency.

"Ugh--"

With a long sigh, Ryan closed his eyes.

The black mist on the strong figure suddenly gushed out, it covered the huge and mighty body, and completely buried it under the black and strange curse.

Soon, the smoke dissipated.

The demon returned to Ryan Winster's mind again.

It was silent, waiting for the madman's next call.

Rubbing the hair on his forehead, Ryan raised his eyebrows and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"I knew it would be different."

"A little pain."

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Louis slowly opened his eyes.

He saw an unfamiliar ceiling.

"I am dead?"

His voice was hoarse, making him wonder if it was really him.

However, just as he murmured, someone stretched out a hand from the side and shook him violently.

"idiot."

"This is the medical department of the demon hunting organization."

There was no ups and downs in the voice.

Louis was shocked, and he sat up from the bed quickly regardless of the pain in his body.

look around.

White curtains, white bed, white ceiling, white quilt, all are white.

If it weren't for the medical equipment being in operation, the iron-gray metal shining, and the mechanical arm of unknown purpose working, Louis even suspected that he had gone to heaven.

Fortunately, there is a living person by my side.

"Tristan?"

The blond young man had a bandage on his head. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an apple and gnawing on it expressionlessly.

It was him just now, who gave Luis Gonzalez an apple-flavored brain crash.

"We... survived?"

Louis spoke in a daze.

"if not."

After the catastrophe, the young knight from England raised his eyebrows, his expression finally no longer serious.

"what happened?"

"I remember--"

Louis rubbed his head desperately, his messy short black hair looked even more disheveled.

Embarrassment was written all over his face.

The handsome face with the charm of a prodigal son seems to be deliberately playing ugly, which is very funny anyway.

"The half-body of the evil god traveled through space and arrived at Luna park. In desperation, Ryan Winster ordered us to take the black cat away, and let him fight against the half-evil god alone."

"During our evacuation, we were attacked by a mysterious person and the black cat was killed."

"Lian Winster found us on the embankment not far from the park after he fought hard and killed the demigod."

"He put us in the car."

Tristan gnawed off the last pulp of the apple, threw it into the trash can, and said lightly.

"My memory tells me the first half."

"As for what happened after we were attacked and the black cat was killed, it was said by the nurse who brought the fruit just now."

Louis was taken aback when he heard this.

He slowly closed his eyes, touched his head with one hand, and carefully recalled everything that happened last night.

"Leader—"

After a while, he nodded, his bewildered brain gradually cleared up, and the memory buried deep in his brain gradually became clear.

He carefully reviewed the picture in his memory, and his intuition was exactly the same as the scene described by Tristan.

Zhang Zhang dry mouth.

"This time, it's really thanks to the presence of the team leader."

Although there was something wrong in his heart, no matter how he recalled, the figure of Ryan Winster was always imprinted in his brain.

The worship of the team leader made him ignore some unreasonable things.

"I didn't expect that the mastermind behind the scenes would still have a trick on the evil god."

Tristan nodded slightly in agreement.

Similarly, in his brain, he was equally impressed with Ryan Winster's thin but stalwart back.

"By the way, what time is it?"

At this moment, Louis realized that his right hand was tightly bound by a bandage, and a piercing pain came from his bones.

"Oh--"

"pain!"

"The next day, at 9:25 in the morning."

Tristan replied that when he was attacked yesterday by a mysterious man (in fact, he was blown away by Ryan's phantom), an unlucky guy happened to put his arm between his head and the ground.

So, he just had a slight concussion and bruises.

"Bam—"

The door of the ward was pushed open.

The visitor was carrying two bags of things.

Louis didn't know what was in the bag, but the moment the visitor entered the room, he and Tristan could smell a tantalizing aroma in front of their noses to seduce their gluttons!
Food packaging bags were untied.

Two boxes of tofu nao, four drawers of steamed buns, two fried dough sticks, and steaming meat porridge.

A sumptuous Chinese breakfast was placed in front of the two of them.

"You two, what are you waiting for?"

The visitor smiled.

Hearing this, Louis acted like crazy, grabbed the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. If anyone was in the ward, they would definitely suspect that he had become a hippopotamus.

Tristan was a little more refined in appearance, after all, he was a knight educated by nobles, but unfortunately, he was not much better.

"Captain, are you okay?"

Louis held the bun with one hand and asked the person with concern.

"Shh!"

Ryan walked to the window, opened the curtains, and stretched lazily in the sunlight.

"Ah, I'm fine, but the battle was intense last night."

"I'm really sleepy, I just woke up not long ago."

Ryan was wearing a white shirt. He was leaning against the window, the warm sunlight fell on his back, and the breeze blowing through the window blew his tie, which also touched his eyebrows.

He opened his mouth with a smile, like a sunny and cheerful boy.

"No, just after waking up, I went to the cafeteria of the demon hunting agency."

He would never admit that after last night's battle, he was as hungry as a cow.

The staff of the witcher agency eating in the cafeteria were all stunned.

"Fuck, the first-year freshmen are really perverted!"

This cry came from the senior werewolf, just as Ryan entered the cafeteria, and he also ordered food at the window.

After the two looked at each other, they began to compete for "big stomach king" at the dining table.

Finally, Ryan wiped his lips gracefully, took the packed breakfast in the trembling hands of the lady in the cafeteria, and left gracefully.

The senior werewolf stared blankly at Ryan's dining table.

Above that, drawers of steamers piled up almost to the ceiling. Rows of steamer baskets crowded the tabletop, and the tabletop was placed on the floor next to the dining table if it couldn't fit.

The werewolf senior turned his head.

Looking at his dining table, he turned grief and indignation into strength, and while gnawing on the steamed stuffed bun desperately, he left a motto:

"Fuck!"

"Am I really a werewolf?"

"Can you lose even dry rice?"

"The current first-year freshmen are so perverted!"

"This internship mission is very thrilling."

"If it weren't for the fact that the team leader's strength exceeded the expectations of the mastermind behind the scenes, our team B would most likely be wiped out."

Tristan swallowed the steamed bun, and said slowly.

Ryan raised an eyebrow.

Last night, he had already learned from the intelligence of the agency personnel that the so-called "behind the scenes" was actually a witchcraft sect that existed in the world far longer than the Alchemy Temple.

"The Witch Cult."

In the academic exchange forum of the Holy Church, there was a taboo about the name of this witchcraft order.

Many terrorist attacks that summon demons are also inseparable from this damn organization.

It's just that Ryan was just a rookie after all, and hadn't formally fought against the Witch Cult, so he didn't have a clear concept in his mind.

After this incident, he had a bottom line in his heart.

"Liangzi has settled."

Ryan narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself.

Ryan Winster is a very cautious man, he never misses a chance to cause more trouble to the enemy who has teased him once.

"Team leader, this time the evil god descends, there seems to be quite a commotion."

Louis picked up the fritters and stuffed them into his mouth, asking vaguely, "How is the aftermath of the church going?"

"A big earthquake."

Ryan took out his mobile phone and said, "The main battlefield is in Group A, and we didn't cause much damage—"

"Because it is difficult for ordinary people to observe the existence of evil gods, and the church evacuated the residents very smoothly."

"Moreover, although the center of the battlefield is in the office area, yesterday was the weekend, so there were no civilian casualties."

Louis and Tristan nodded tacitly.

"You two, are you ready?"

Ryan smiled and opened his mouth like a fox.

"."

"The team leader has something to ask."

Ryan flashed out his phone, and saw the words on the screen: "Mission Report: The process of solving the incident of the evil god in New York State."

Nothing was moved.

Everything except the title is blank.

Ryan showed his true colors, and he smiled strangely: "You all have to write it anyway, and by the way, help me solve this task report too?"

Louis and Tristan looked at each other.

Write a special report.

It is the "glory" that senior interns can only get when they perform outstandingly in important tasks.

It seems
Their team leader is a practical faction.

No. What kind of sunny and cheerful boy, who is courteous for nothing, rapes or steals!
Tristan twitched the corners of his mouth. He looked at his "scissors" gesture, and at Louis's "fist" gesture with a wicked smile.

He was a little helpless, and nodded slowly.

　A [-]-word chapter, my mind has been a little messed up recently, and I have been writing slowly.

　　Ask for some free tickets
　　
　
(End of this chapter)