Blood of the Hunting God

After taking a sip of the wine, he stretched out his hand and tore off a large piece of mutton from the grill. Tardiff shook his head and said without caring about the grease on his hands.

The hunter, who imitated the other party's movements, did not speak, but just took out the pendant Malman gave him and looked at it.

"That bastard actually gave you this thing... It's kind of interesting. It seems that he knows the goods and knows that you are not an ordinary person."

Somewhat shocked, Disma took a sip of his wine, smacked his lips and took a piece of grilled pork belly full of fragrance from the grill and ate it into his mouth, while still sighing.

Do you know the goods?

In other words, isn't everyone willing to give this pendant Malman?

"This pendant represents a hero recognized by the church. Heh, although now basically anyone who is a member of the church can get it, but in Xingkong Town, Marman, who is in charge of church affairs, is a special case. That old thing is very important. Some ancient tradition insists that only heroes who are strong enough and possess virtue are entitled to this thing."

"Do not

But if it is you, you do have the qualifications. Your strength is much stronger than ordinary hunters. In a one-on-one situation, the whole town may not be able to find someone who can beat you. "

"Oh, but no matter how you know the goods, you can't change the old guy's nature as a jerk."

Tardiff nodded seriously and took another sip of wine.

They hated that Mallman.

The hunter could see that whether it was Disma or Tardif, the dislike of Father Malman was directly displayed on the face.

Is it because, as the leader of Starry Sky Church, that priest will be in charge of the sacrificial ceremony?

"I heard from Mona that you went to church today, which means you have seen those records, right?"

Disma looked at the hunter at this moment.

"As you can see, with such barbaric and cruel sacrifices, human beings can exchange for this protective barrier."

"It's ridiculous that we offer our own blood relatives to pray for peace, right? But it's the truth, and I didn't tell you before because I really don't know how to say this kind of thing."

"That Marman is a terrible guy. Maybe you don't think he is a bad guy who interceded with hunters, but no one living in this town dares to approach him. That guy once sacrificed his newborn child to The God of the Starry Sky, you'd better be more vigilant against someone who is so fanatical about the belief in that kind of god. To be honest, in the eyes of many people outside, that Marman may have completely lost his humanity and been occupied by the gods of the starry sky. I can’t even tell myself.”

Did you sacrifice your own flesh and blood to the evil god?

To be honest, the hunter didn't have much sense of reality. The old man he met during the day seemed quite normal and extremely reasonable. He couldn't imagine that he could do such a terrible thing.

"Okay, let's not talk about that guy, and don't talk about bad things while drinking, Disma."

After waving his hand, Tardiff showed an unhappy expression.

The atmosphere calmed down for a while, but soon returned to the lively feeling.

Both Disma and Tardif are very active people. The two of them guessing fists and playing wine for a while, or gambling with dice and cards. Of course, this kind of game usually turns into a big game, and Disma is always the one to win.

Hunter is not good at these things, he tried to learn from the two of them, but he couldn't figure it out after just learning the surface.Disma and Tardif didn't force it, and let the hunter act as a referee. Watching the two try their best to trick each other into drinking more wine, it was really fun.

Both Tardiff and Disma obviously had a good capacity for alcohol, and when the empty wine bottles beside the tables and chairs piled up to a terrifying number, neither of them blushed much.As for the hunter on the side, his physique seems to be different from that of ordinary people, so there is no problem at all, and he drinks casually like drinking water.

"Tomorrow, please support me, both of you."

Then at this moment, Disma's expression became serious, obviously about to talk about business.

"When does it have to be delayed until now?"

Tardiff was stunned for a moment, but immediately became more serious.

"When I buried Jason and Liz, I noticed something unusual in the catacombs."

After taking another sip of wine, Disma put down the bottle, and his voice became calmer.

"There's something alive in it, rotten and filthy, nothing human."

"Xingkong Town is now focusing all its energy on the sewers, and the problem of the tombs has been temporarily ignored. It is only fenced to prevent people from entering the ground."

"This is by no means a long-term solution. Maybe the problem will change within a few days. We have to figure out what happened there."

"Tardif, and Hunter, one of you is my old comrade-in-arms, and the other saved my life, so you can be regarded as trustworthy comrades-in-arms."

"If there is no problem, take the guy with you tomorrow and go to the cemetery."

Disma said so, and drank the wine in his hand in one gulp.

"The mother-in-law thought you were going to say something, heh, chopping off some skeletons would be pretty good too, okay."

Tardiff agreed boldly as always.

The hunter nodded, did not speak, but also expressed his attitude.

Speaking of which, after only resting for a day, he was about to enter the battle again.

The hunter didn't feel tired or disgusted. In fact, he was quite used to this feeling, even a little bit uncomfortable after doing nothing for a day.

It's like he was like this in the past, always hunting, or on the way to hunting, never stopping to rest.He has fully adapted to the battle from every inch of skin, every muscle, and every sense. Once he really leaves the bloody battlefield, he will become weak instead.

Is that so?

To be honest, he didn't know the answer.

Anyway, he won't reject this kind of thing.

Moreover, he will not be afraid of getting lost in the killing.

Because the hunter knows what is the reason for swinging the blade now.

The brief meeting of the three men ended soon. Mona, who had been waiting for a long time, cleaned up the debris, while the hunter returned to the room after washing up, and saw Abigail who had fallen asleep holding the cloth bear.

good night.

The hunter who said silently in his heart, returned to his

He lay on his bed, held his weapon and closed his eyes.

Chapter 57: The Blessing of the Lily

"Mr. Hunter, are you going to fight again?"

When she woke up in the morning, when she saw the hunter arranging his weapons and equipment, Abigail immediately understood what the hunter was going to do.

"...(lightly nodded)"

After a simple response, the hunter with the weapon on his back went downstairs.

The time to choose to enter the cemetery is in the morning, not too early. After all, the natural light in this world is already very poor. If you go in the dark, those things may rush directly to the open air to fight with them. Inspired to enter the town.Therefore, in order to be on the safe side, the hunter and Dismatadiv finally decided to set off into the cemetery after the moon had fully risen.

"Please come back safely, Mister Hunter."

The well-behaved Abigail would not say anything too sentimental, which might cause disturbance to the departing hunter, so she just begged seriously, and, as always, showed a gentle and gentle smile to the hunter.

With such a posture, Mr. Hunter will surely be able to move forward with confidence.

The little girl's words are full of sincere emotions.

"……Um."

In the hoarse voice, it was the rare hunter who responded to the girl.

After washing up and having a simple breakfast on the first floor, the children noticed that the costumes of the hunter and Disma were different, and also realized that they were about to set off to fight, so they were much quieter than usual, lest their noise might hurt The two interfered.

"Let me deliver the breakfast I brought to Branca today."

As Mona spoke, she brought a breakfast upstairs.

"No, Mona, you'd better prepare the children's breakfast, I'll just deliver it, don't worry."

Even though he said so, the hunter could tell that Disma was going to temporarily put down the belongings he was still organizing to deliver food.

After thinking for a while, the hunter stood up and took the bowl and plate in Mona's hand before Disma.Turning around and nodding silently to Disma, the hunter then walked upstairs with this simple breakfast.

Although I've only seen it twice, I still want to see that seriously ill girl again.

Casablanca.

The child who told the hunter in the dark night that he wanted to be a bird.

squeak-

Pushing open the door, the hunter saw Blanca who was sitting on the bed, leaning against the wall and seemed to be resting with her eyes closed.

"Here you come, Mister Hunter."

Opening her dull eyes, the girl with long pale hair smiled at the hunter.

Without speaking, the hunter put the dishes in his hand on the table beside the bed.

"Thank you, it's fine to put it here, I'm not hungry yet. Cough..."

The girl who nodded slightly said softly, and then couldn't help coughing again, but this time she only coughed once and then stopped, it seems that the condition is not too bad.

In that case, he can almost leave.

"Mr. Hunter, are you going to the cemetery?"

Before the hunter turned to leave, Blanca asked softly.

Did she hear it?

Last night on the first floor, when they were discussing their actions, she could directly hear the voices in the room on the first floor from the third floor?

"As I said, I can hear sounds far, far away, and see things far, far away."

"I can hear all the voices in the building clearly, whether it's the voices of you discussing the battle, or the soft cries of Edelweiss and Pu who were spanked, or Abigail in the house. I wanted to wait until you came back to sleep, but I shook my head and finally fell asleep first, I heard it all, Mister Hunter."

Blanca's expression rarely showed a bit of childish playfulness.

Did Abigail still want to wait for him to come back last night?

The hunter didn't notice this at all.

"Mr. Hunter, can... can I ask you a little bit?"

Then, Branca, who restrained her expression, spoke after a little hesitation.

"Mr. Jason and Miss Liz's tomb are in the cemetery."

"If you can, please fold a flower and offer it to them, instead of me who can't go to the cemetery."

"I can't go to their tombstones to mourn, so please pick wild flowers on the roadside for me and put them on the grave, as if I have been to them, is that okay?"

In a low voice, the thin girl looked at the hunter very seriously and said.

He chose to agree without much hesitation. The hunter didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter, and he was happy to fulfill the wish of this girl whose time was running out.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Hunter."

Bending slightly, the girl who showed fatigue after making this movement said softly.

Then, she reached out and pointed to a drawer in the house.

"Please open that drawer, Mister Hunter, I don't have much to do, but I can still help you with something."

What is this for?

The hunter didn't quite understand the girl's plan.

But since the other party said so, the hunter

Walking to the drawer, he pulled it open, and then he saw several empty injection bottles that had not been opened inside.

"Bring me one, please."

Blanca who was sitting on the bed said seriously.

For some reason, the hunter, who was somewhat familiar with the small injection bottle, took out one and handed it to Blanca.

Immediately afterwards, the girl tore open the package and took out the injection bottle.Taking a deep breath, she bluntly pierced the needle into her arm, and drew out a little dark red blood into the bottle.

"My blood is different from normal people's blood."

Handing the bottle containing a small amount of blood to the hunter, Blanca, whose face became even paler, smiled gently.

"Mixing my blood with the Church's [Blessed Fat] can make the fat burn for a longer period of time, and its power can also be enhanced."

"I don't know the reason for this, but Uncle Disma said privately that this is a blessing from the Star God."

"This blessing makes me vulnerable, but it also allows me to provide strength to hunters. I could not live to this age, because this blessing will continue to drain my life force."

"But now, I'm still alive, and I can still help you, Mister Hunter."