In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 48 Bright Sword?

On the oak dome, magnificent gothic patterns are engraved, and a retro headlight tightly wrapped in ten-color glass hangs high.

On the side of the room, a whole piece of glass replaces the wall with windows. It is undivided light-transmitting glass, through which the dazzling brilliance is like a gauze, spreading lightly to every part of the room without any hindrance.

"Teacher, is he okay?"

The sacred and artistic light hit the girl's face.

The wine-red shoulder-length short hair has a kind of magical power. She has pale golden eyes, her tall onion nose is as smooth as fat, and her fair face is even more dazzling.

Serena spoke lightly.

"Good."

Ryan frowned, and his answer was concise.

Afterwards, he fell into silence, his weird eyes passed over Serena, staring straight at the corner of the room.

"I think he must still be smoking."

Serena followed Ryan's gaze.

In the corner of the room, there is a huge black granite coffin.

The coffin lid is covered with strange patterns.

The moment Lawrence obtained this treasure unearthed from the Pharaoh's pyramid, the group of monsters did not hesitate to splatter blood, carving lines on its surface.

Overlapping, disorganized.

These patterns and traces of words all express the same meaning.

It is huge and heavy, like a Pandora's box in a fantasy story where vampires are sealed, exuding horror and darkness, and at the same time seeping out stinky blood-red liquid.

"Curious?"

Serena asked.

From the dark coffin, Ryan smelled a sense of chaos, disorder, and treachery that would collapse at the sight of ordinary people.

There was silence for a moment.

He folded his hands on his chest, and said with a sudden smile, "If I'm not mistaken, what's sealed inside is an arm."

Serena rested her chin on one hand, looked at the man who was just across the table from her, squinted her eyes, and said: "After it is cut off, it will no longer be."

"Use this thing as a weapon?"

Ryan sneered: "The Lawrence family is indeed a great monster."

Serena Lawrence deserves all the credit for that.

Her slender black eyelashes trembled slightly, and her bright eyes flashed some deep meaning, and said lightly: "If I remember correctly, Junior Brother Ryan, this is only the second time we have met."

Her voice was flat, and she said: "Facing the most violent family in the world, you can be so calm and give a monster evaluation."

"Are you pretending to be calm?"

Ryan and Serena looked at each other, and the word pretending to be calm was obviously not suitable to describe this crazy man.

"Professor Heisenberg asked me to say hello to Miss Serena."

Ryan completely ignored Serena's provocation and went straight to the point.

"The old man."

Serena held the palm of her hand, and a black light appeared in her hand, and the threaded staff that devoured demons suddenly appeared, shining a frighteningly cold light under the light.

Pursing her lips, she wiped her cane and whispered, "The executor of the Nemesis plan is a follower of God who has only awakened for less than a month."

"He wants to extract the surplus value of Lawrence. In a sense, he wants to use my knowledge to open a door to the abyss for you."

Exactly!

Ryan's face was unmoved.

Professor Heisenberg, your reputation among students seems to be not perfect.

"perhaps."

"He just wants his students to get to know each other."

Ryan looked calm.

"."

"maybe."

As Serena's voice fell, the room fell into silence.The atmosphere was suddenly awkward, neither of them were talkative people, and they didn't know what topics to discuss for a while.

"Tuk!"

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

A crisp knock sounded on the door.

"Come in."

A knock on the door broke the silence.

Holding the tray, Adair walked quickly to the table.

"Miss."

"Mr. Winster, please have some tea."

The fragrant black tea was poured into delicate teacups. After pouring two cups of tea, the old man who claimed to be an attendant stood aside with a teapot in his hand and a smile on his face.

Always ready for adding tea.

"Good tea."

Ryan nodded at Adair, took a sip of tea slightly, and praised.

In fact, he doesn't understand tea at all.

"As long as you like it." The girl said lazily.

Serena didn't touch her teacup.

She hated tea, let Adair make it just out of bloody social etiquette, and when she saw these "family" things, she always showed her unorthodox spirit.

than tea.

Serena prefers beer.

Wheat drink filled in a rugged glass.

"Miss Serena and Mr. Adair are the only strongholds of the Lawrence family in Chicago?"

Ryan was straightforward, and he asked the doubts that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

He only heard the breathing of two "people" from this huge villa.

"This is just the mansion of an ancestor of the Lawrence family."

"The so-called stronghold is just a place for me to temporarily settle down."

Serena responded.

The atmosphere between the two was a little weird.

It doesn't sound like a stranger who just met once. If an inappropriate adjective is used, "familiar stranger" is undoubtedly quite appropriate.

All of this stems from the fact that neither Ryan Winster nor Serena Lawrence are unknown passers-by.

Some of the information of the two of them seems to be public.

Anyone with the means can get it.

"Oh?"

"Even brought the arm of God from the family and settled down in Chicago together?"

Lane smiled.

"The Lawrence family should have some unique ideas about the riots in Chicago."

Otherwise, they would not have dispatched the strongest demon hunter of the time, and even airlifted the mysterious "weapon" from England.

After all, if the man behind the ruins of Chicago died in the hunt last night, then Serena should evacuate the city.

In other words.

The Lawrence family had a hunch, and even knew that there were quite tricky monsters hidden in the darkness of Chicago.

"Have."

Serena was succinct.

Adair refilled a cup of tea for Ryan with a smile, as if he didn't hear the conversation between the two.

"You are very competent."

"Fulfilling the mission of that bad old man Heisenberg."

Serena raised the corner of her mouth.

The implication is that Alexia Heisenberg sent the little monster of the temple to get something from the Lawrence family.

"I don't want to either."

Ryan spread his hands.

"That smoker is my boss."

Serena nodded, expressing her understanding.

"Miss Serena, can you explain to me—"

Lane laughed.

"can."

The girl stood up while supporting her cane.

A charming and elegant fresh fragrance blooms.

Her round and slender legs moved, and under the crimson skirt, the delicate beads like jade lotus root were shining cleanly.

"call out!"

Adair smiled and stepped back.

His breath was icy.

"Chong!"

Sparks sparked from Shen Tu's blade, and the mirror-like blade reflected a chilling black light.

"The hospitality of the Lawrences seems to be mediocre."

Ryan spoke lightly.

He didn't know when he drew his knife out of its sheath and caught the stick that was stabbing towards him.

"you are wrong."

"The Lawrence family's hospitality has always been perfect."

"But Serena Lawrence has no hospitality."

Serena pursed her lips.

"It's rude."

With a long sigh, Ryan swung his fist and slammed it at Serena's flawless face.

"Have you heard of Jiang Hu?"

Serena raised her leg, pushed Ryan's arm with her knee, and kicked out her calf in an instant, reaching Ryan's waist and abdomen.

"I thought, I'm a swordsman."

"When swordsmen meet swordsmen, the best way to greet them is to draw their swords."

"Similarly, if you want to win the respect of a swordsman, you have to draw your sword out of its sheath."

"boom!"

Shentu's blade exerted outrageous brute force.

Straight down the cane.

"Don't talk about Jianghu in front of me."

Ryan sniffed the fragrance of his breath, his eyes reflected wine red.

"Anza people know a lot about Mao Jianghu."

He was quite disdainful.

"But you're right, big fists are the last word."

"If I win, tell me what Lawrence got."

"You can talk about it when you win."

Bloodthirsty and warlike madness rose from the corner of Serena's mouth.

(End of this chapter)