In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 35 Measurements
Ryan stepped into a square and looked at the surrounding buildings.

In front of him is the ancient Greek-style temple in the center of the square. The Dorian-style beams and columns are simple and plain, but the thousands of colorful murals and sculptures on the facade highlight its magnificence.

The ancient Greek god Hermes stood in front of an altar. The altar was solemn and solemn. On the side of the altar made of artificial depth and clear water, students from the academic department could vaguely see washing their hands.

During the ancient Greek period, as the inventor of all useful skills, Hermes was widely respected and was regarded as communicating with the Egyptian moon god. Later, he was slowly deified as "the three greatest Hermes". So much so that his name eventually evolved into "Alchemy".

This is enough to see what status Hermes has in the academic department of the Alchemy Temple.

Washing hands under the altar of Hermes is a ritual passed down from the Alchemists Guild.

Every student who leaves the temple after conducting alchemical chemical experiments must wash his hands at the altar, which means respecting the teachings of Hermes.

Ryan gripped the long knife tightly.

Looking back, he strolled in the square, taking his time.

"Since you left him, you have been silent."

"Even if the magic locomotive is parked next to it, I don't even look at it."

"why?"

Rebecca suddenly tilted her head.

The girl turned her head slightly, and her delicate black eyebrows were raised slightly on her delicate side face.

"It's nothing."

Ryan came back to his senses, looked sideways at Rebecca, and looked at the pair of bright, intoxicating wine-red eyes in front of him.

"I just suddenly feel a little bit overwhelmed by the wonders of the world."

"Wonderful?"

Rebecca repeated the word in a low voice, squinting her eyes meaningfully.

Yes, wonderful.

This world is like a melting pot, where all the magical, weird, and weird things are mixed together, like an island floating in the Pacific Ocean.

Under the seemingly solid ground is an abyss that may be as deep as [-] meters.

It's frightening and hopeless.

As for Ryan, the most unexpected news he learned today was that someone had come to this world before him.

Worthy of being a traverser.

The legendary story of the world's strongest demon hunter can be called bizarre.

"For madmen, of course it's wonderful."

Rebecca spoke lightly.

After being silent for a while, Ryan did not choose to go deeper on this topic. He looked at Rebecca's gray and black hair that looked soft and warm in the sun.

"I suddenly thought of something. I'm very curious. I wonder if Miss Rebecca can explain it to me."

"Speak straight."

"As for whether it can be explained, we need to analyze specific issues." Rebecca said bluntly, she walked briskly, and at the same time glanced at Ryan suspiciously.

"Your measurements—"

Ryan blurted out calmly.

"79, 53, 85."

"Generally normal, partly plump." Rebecca responded quickly.

Ryan took down the numbers and was in awe.

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"No. [-] observation post, no target found."

The operator of the Demon Hunting Agency sat on a bench by the roadside with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Like all office workers you can meet in this country, give yourself a time to enjoy the refreshing night breeze and the aroma of coffee.

But it's a pity that the words that came out of his mouth proved that he doesn't have any leisure time now.

There are two Glock pistols hidden under the black windbreaker, and the magazines are filled with exorcism bullets made of [Sacred Material].

"."

He took a sip of his coffee and didn't seem too nervous.

The target tonight is not very strong, but in order to organize the "retirement ceremony" of this big man, the elites of [Demon Hunting Agency] still mobilized a team of dozens of people.

Moreover, a [monster] operator was brought along.

Target: Blake Jean.

Once in the Olympic Games, he broke the 9.03-meter trapeze record created by Jamaicans in Olympic history with a speed of [-] seconds.

And the record height has been raised by a large amount, which is enough to make the successors far behind. While eating the exhaust emissions, I kept cursing this "jet" flying close to the ground in my heart.

It's just a pity that, shortly after he won the gold, Blake Jean was injured in a deliberate traffic accident on a summer night a year ago.

Not badly injured.

It just happened to be paralyzed in both lower limbs.

From the phoenix on the branch to the cripple sitting in a wheelchair, one can't help but sigh that the world is unpredictable, and the world's sports world is really deep.

But... the most unpredictable thing is yet to come.

Blake Joan miraculously stood up after a year of training. Just half a month ago, there were even high-definition cameras on the streets of New York to capture his running posture.

It's just that, when he ran wildly this time, in addition to bringing the speed that shocked the world's sports circles, he also had
More than ten people died.

He is like a vicious beast pouncing on food, and also like a god of death wielding a sickle, reaping the life of his prey.

Tired from running, always have to eat.

What to eat
eat human.

Soon, the death scene on the streets of New York was horrifying, as if the dozens of corpses eaten by ferocious beasts attracted the attention of [Monster Hunting Agency].

Approved by the hunting organization.

Codenamed "The Runner," Blake Jean is a dangerous demon.

The bewitching demonic sound has invaded his mind, turning him into a monster who can only run and eat people.

But fortunately, considering that although the current situation of "Runner" is extremely unstable, it can still be seen from the surveillance screen that he still has human characteristics and has not completely become a "monster".

Under the proper handling of the logistics department, with excellent temporary operators, it should be easy to capture Blake.

It's just a little troublesome.

After all, they also have to evacuate the idlers on the "runway", which is a big project.

"Pfft!"

The body of the runner was crushed alive.

His body was brimming with blood, and his impressive speed had no chance to be used at all, because the monster that was dealing with it was even faster than him!

"This is your weekend apprenticeship."

"Code Runner, Black Joan."

Ryan held the task book in his hand, took out a pen from his pocket, and fiercely drew a cross on Black's dark face with only one big white tooth visible.

He is totally unwilling to be alone.

After returning to the dormitory from Professor Heisenberg yesterday, for some reason, he was very itchy and eager to fight.

Minister Victor's so-called relaxation
Wouldn't it be more relaxing to crush the devil in your hand?
After sending the "I'm free" signal to the witch hunt agency, Ryan received a special "apprenticeship task" from Minister Victor.

"Someone ever said, are you more of a devil than a real devil?"

The operatives of the logistics department took the task book from Ryan.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Ryan smiled indifferently, and he handed over the aftermath to the operatives in the logistics department, and they were able to do a great job.

Stepping into the black high-end car, the operator in the driver's seat stepped on the gas pedal, leading Ryan Winster to gallop on the road.

Drivers are efficient.

Because the lunatic next to him took three apprentice tasks from the demon hunting agency in one go today, the second one just now, and the last one to be completed urgently.

(End of this chapter)