"Demonic ...... Is it the haunting Moteng? Or is it another demon? ”

Jeno looked left and right, but the street was full of pedestrians, and the sources of the smell staggered around him and then merged into the crowd, washed away by the smell of sweat and perfume.

This is Demacia, and his clothes are not hooded, and it is easy to expose them without cover. There was also a conspicuous female knight standing beside him, and it was difficult for people not to pay attention to him.

"What's wrong with you?" Oglowisa asked with concern, as Jano looked like a vigilant hunter.

"It's fine."

Jeno didn't use Psisight in the end, and he didn't want Ogvesha to be scared and unable to sleep after entering the city, so he didn't tell him what he had discovered.

It was enough for him to know that there were demons in Miyin City, and he could handle it alone.

"I didn't expect there to be an evil thing moving under Galio's nose."

Jeno snorted coldly, and turned his head to look at the border with the forest downstream of the embankment. There, a huge statue stands like a mountain at the fork in the road of the Battle Monument.

The giant had wings on his back and wore a crown on his head, and only Galio's tall back could be seen from this angle, but even this made the inhabitants of Mi Silver City feel extremely reassured. But what they don't know is that under the light, shadows follow.

……

The Bouvier family, to which Ogveisa belongs, ran inns and trading businesses throughout Demacia and beyond, and the bustling city of Secret City must have their footprints.

Jeno had no intention of leaving Misilver City that soon, and before purchasing the pack horse, he asked Ogwesa to take him to visit the Crownguard family to find out where Lux was.

Of course, that was after dawn.

Under Ogvesha's arrangement, Jeno stayed in a clean and comfortable inn with a soft and warm bed.

Looks like we can get a good night's sleep tonight.

But before he went to bed, he had one more thing to do.

He removed the Blood Jade Ring, which melted in the palm of his hand, emitting smoke that churned and turned into a three-eyed crow.

He then released the wisp of demonic aura that had been detained in the rune space during the day, allowing it to burrow into the crow's mouth and nose.

Jeno couldn't smell the difference between the demon's breaths, so he tried to use the demon's senses to identify the differences.

Demons are magical entities made up of negative emotions, and the emotions that make up each demon are different, so Jeno thinks that there should be differences in the breath between them.

He felt that whatever they fed on would give off the unique taste of spiritual food.

His conjecture proved to be roughly the same, but he found small differences.

The demonic smell he smelled today was neither the fear of the bloody smell of the demon or the desperation of the fishy smell that Tamu loved, but the bitter and sweet taste called the bitter taste.

"Demons who feed on pain? It can't be Evelyn, right? ”

Thinking of Evelyn's lust demon, Jeno licked his lips subconsciously, but he soon lost interest.

Evelyn is not as tyrannical as Morten, nor does she create panic on a large scale, and then harvest fear and life in large numbers like a leek.

Enough thoughts**, fear is common to everyone, but only those who are well fed and clothed will produce enough**, which leads to the limitations of Evelyn's hunting. So compared to other demons, she will be more particular about the objects she chooses to hunt, and the popular point is picky eating.

And because of her picky eater, she doesn't kill frequently, if she just kills a few indulgent well-dressed beasts, let her go.

Jeno is just carrying the gimmick of a demon hunter, not to do demon hunting, and it is natural that someone else will do it on his behalf.

The most important thing now is to deal with the haunting nightmare, then find Ezreal and make sure he is safe.

As if by magic, Jeno turned the three-eyed crow back into a ring and put it in his hand, and then shrunk into the warm bed, and Ogwisa didn't come to disturb him tonight, he said that he would have to sleep well.

But sometimes, even if he doesn't take the initiative to find trouble, the trouble will take the initiative to find him.

……

Evelyn sneaks through the bustling streets, the shadows of her body blending in with the night.

The night was her veil, and her eyes shimmered in the dark, but only the most vicious could notice.

She scrutinized the pedestrians talking on the street with a keen eye, her pupils, which were extremely sensitive to light and shadow, shrunk into dangerous vertical lines under the illumination of the light, and the drunkards and prostitutes who were scrutinized by the demons were unaware of it.

Evelyn hadn't eaten in days, and hunger had made her a little hungry to latch on to a drunken man lying in the gutter, still holding a bottle of cheap beet wine in his hand.

In other words, she wouldn't even look at a person with this kind of appearance.

She found herself desperately thinking about a casual meal, though only for a moment. It was a breeze to do it, she just had to take him into any alley, away from the light of the streetlights.

But she eventually dismissed the idea, for she saw a cockroach hurrying across the drunkard's dirty cheek, which was disgusting and hard to swallow.

And the man was drunk, numb, and paralyzed by alcohol. Even if it aroused his interest, it was confused and sluggish.

She likes nothing more than to see her prey's impatient look before tearing her face, but there is no hope for him, and she may even need to skin his entire arm to make him scream.

Advancing into the abyss in an instant before reaching the peak of bliss is the pain she wants most, and the man in front of her has no feedback, and if she can't get interested, she will naturally not have the sharp pain of reversal.

This is a serious problem.

Through countless experiences of eating, Evelyn knows her tastes like the back of her hand: she prefers – or rather, she needs – her prey to feel every jab, every bite, every trace of flesh ripped away by its claws. And this guy is sluggish and unresponsive, and it's not worth her time at all.

Evelyn continues to sneak, this time she bumps into a fat woman.

The fat woman is burping and is devouring a chicken leg. There was a wave of anger suppressed in her heart, which made her turn her grief and anger into food.

For a moment, Evelyn also considered this woman, maybe she could become a gentleman, show her love, throw her arms, and send her to an unspeakable hell.

But she eventually gave up, and a woman's repression would ruin the experience of eating. Others have already created pain in women, and Evelyn loves the pain she has created with her own hands.

Whenever this happens, she remembers meeting the knight lady at the city gate during the day.

She is young and vigorous, converses harmoniously with the man next to her, and looks happy and carefree, which makes people want to destroy her and create a tragedy with her own hands.

She had so much sweet pain to give, and Evelyn wanted it so much.

She will find her and turn her into a feast.

ps: When I write about Evelyn, I suddenly have an ominous premonition, and I will try to write a little more restrained, but there is no guarantee of survival...... Let's keep an eye on it these days, and try to come as soon as possible than the river crab beast.