The voice fell.

Qin Ran and the old demon hunter got up at the same time.

However, compared to the old demon hunter who rushed directly to the bedroom, Qin Ran looked outside.

in the bedroom.

Cleaned and dressed in clean clothes, Tandeck fell from his bed to the ground, and the impact made the once famous witcher cry like a child.

Especially when he saw Ederson rushing in, he cried even louder, and his snot flowed out, making the clothes he had just made dirty.

"It's all right, Tandeck."

"It's all right, Tandeck."

"It's all going to pass, and you'll finally remember your name, Tandeck, the 'Behemoth' Tandeck."

The old witcher whispered comfort, and he muttered the name and name of his old friend.

Under the comfort of the old witcher, Tandeck, who was like a child, calmed down, looking at his friend who climbed into bed again, the old witcher's face showed a deep sense of helplessness, and when he saw another friend who seemed to be a dry corpse, the old witcher was even more angry from helplessness.

Soon, though, he reined in these emotions - he wasn't going to just leave it at that, he was going to get everything back for himself and his old friends.

Turning around, the old witcher walked out.

"Did you find anything?"

The old demon hunter asked Qin Ran.

"Hmm."

"Someone's peeking here, the malicious kind!"

"He should feel it."

Qin Ran pointed to the demon hunter who climbed into bed and said very simply

The companion brought by the old demon hunter, he has learned quite a bit from the superior evil spirits.

The corpse-like one is called Honeybait.

The one with the impaired mind is called Tandeck.

Both were former 'titled' witchers.

And any witcher who has won the 'title' is the strongest of the witchers.

Even if the mind is damaged, it senses malice.

Of course, it could also be......

Be controlled.

There is resistance to control.

Apparently, the old witcher had thought of this as well.

He nodded towards Qin Ran.

"Rest assured, I've done enough protection."

"There's no problem with him."

"But it's hard to get back to your true mind."

"Damn the 'Silent Night Secret Order'!"

The old witcher cursed in a low voice.

Qin Ran didn't make any more comments on the 'Silent Night Secret Cultivator', just like he trusted the old demon hunter's professional ability.

Everything is so obvious.

As an enemy of the enemy, there is no doubt about the strangeness and power of the 'Silent Night Secret Society'.

Qin Ran was not the only one who knew this.

The old witcher also admitted this.

"They're powerful, we didn't realize that before, and what we're seeing is just the tip of the iceberg – what's hidden under the surface of the sea is what is most terrifying."

The old witcher said as he subconsciously searched for the wine cabinet.

He used to have a drink when he talked about something heavy.

This is the case with most Hokuriku people.

The Witcher is no exception.

Qin Ran doesn't like to drink, but he likes to observe.

He knew what the old witcher wanted by looking at the old witcher's expression, but he just handed over a glass of water.

"Thank you."

"Good habits."

The old demon hunter raised his glass to Qin Ran in a salute.

"Horruf once said that there were spies in the wolf faction."

After Qin Ran bowed his head, he turned the topic around again.

"Hmm."

The old demon hunter took a deep breath and continued, "Moreover, it is an unexpected person, so, I have given up the training base, legacy, and so on left by the demon hunters. ”

"Because, that could be a trap!"

"Can you tell me about that person?"

Qin Ran asked.

He was very interested in the shadow of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'.

"Of course."

"We're in this group."

The old witcher took a sip of water, and the light taste made him frown, but it did not affect his organization of language.

"The other man was an ordinary man, at least at first when we saved him from the evil mouth."

"However, he has an extraordinary talent."

"It was completed in just three months, three years of training for ordinary young people, and the results were excellent."

"Moreover, not only in terms of learning, but also in terms of completing tasks, he was also extremely good, he was able to work alone, and he was able to organize teams, and at that time, many people were happy to team up with him."

"There seems to be a charm in him that makes people happy to stand with him."

"But that's the most surprising thing."

"These are just disguises!"

"The other party's disguise is to lead us into the trap of the 'Silent Night Secret Order'."

The old witchers described each other.

Such a description made Qin Ran feel familiar.

It's very much like a 'player'!

A world of the same dungeon, but a 'player' at a different time.

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

Qin Ran continued to ask.

"I remember some, but it's very vague, my memory has also been damaged to a certain extent, I just remember his voice now, but his face is blurred."

The old witcher smiled bitterly.

Qin Ran frowned.

This is not good news.

Or rather......

It's a bit too much of a coincidence.

And, Qin Ran is not a person who believes in coincidences.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom.

"I promise, neither of them are."

"Moreover, that guy wouldn't put himself in such a dangerous place."

The old demon hunter who instantly understood what Qin Ran was thinking immediately assured.

"So, do we need to beware of daggers from the shadows when dealing with those evil spirits?"

Qin Ran

"It's supposed to be a 'black gun'."

"The arquebus is more powerful than the dagger, in the eyes of the average person."

The old witcher emphasized.

Then, the old witcher pulled the dagger from his boot.

"I promised you before."

"Some dagger tricks."

The old witcher said.

"Later."

"I need to take care of it, just now."

Qin Ran pointed out the window and said.

"They're too far away, and they're definitely not going to leave any clues, and if the bait is sober, there's a chance they'll find anything, but ......"

The old demon hunter didn't finish his words, and shrugged his shoulders straight, the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"She's good at tracking?"

Qin Ran suddenly stopped.

"'Tracer' Honeybait, you've probably heard of her name."

"No clue can escape her eyes."

The old witcher's eyes were full of pride when he said the name of his old friend.

"Really?"

Qin Ran said noncommittally.

The meaning of the words, the old witcher immediately understood.

"Traces, not human hearts."

"Even if you can see all the traces, you can't look directly at people's hearts, just as you can't look directly at the sun."

"Moreover, the betrayer's incident is definitely not a small blow to the honey bait."

"Otherwise, she wouldn't be like this."

The old witcher explained.

"They have a good relationship?"

This time, the old demon hunter didn't answer Qin Ran's question, he just waved his hand, obviously not wanting to talk about it.

Qin Ran didn't have a front, and went straight out of the window.

However, in the bottom of my heart, I remembered the 'Tracer' honeybait.

A 'Tracer' honeybait who has a good relationship with the betrayer.

This one is more suspicious than the mentally damaged witcher.

It's not some malicious suspicion.

Rather, habitual suspicion.

For any stranger, Qin Ran is always so vigilant.

So, he always didn't have many friends.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the only friends are trustworthy.

And the old witcher?

Natural......

Not among them.

After Qin Ran came out through the window, the old demon hunter quickly closed the window.

The night winds in Hokuriku winter are terrifying.

He has no problem.

However, his two friends couldn't stand it.

Turning, he sat down at the low coffee table again, and he began to think and organize the knowledge that should not exist in his mind.

He resisted this knowledge of the 'evil'.

Not only because he was a witcher and naturally hostile to the 'Evil', but also because every time he came into contact with this knowledge, he thought of his days of torture in prison.

But now?

He can't do that much.

For, he was sure, ordinary methods could not cure his two friends.

We can only rely on this knowledge that ordinary people do not know.

Don't give up hope.

He wanted to try.

Hum!

With a muffled snort of pain, the old witcher's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead jumped up.

A strange murmur jumped through his ears and sounded directly in his heart.

He relied on his strong will to fight against these murmurs.

Then, begin to sort out the knowledge hidden in the body.

It's slow.

It's tough.

He had to be fully focused.

Therefore, he didn't notice Qin Ran, who went and returned, hiding in the shadows.

What you see with your own eyes is not necessarily real.

But 90 percent of the hearsay is false.

It wasn't until the old demon hunter was about to adapt that Qin Ran completely disappeared into the shadows.

Something has been confirmed for the time being.

As for more?

With the old demon hunter here, Qin Ran knew very well that he couldn't sneak in silently.

But......

He can't.

Just because someone else can't.

For example, his loyal, reliable, hard-working, uncomplaining, immortal retinue is called to eternity.

Of course, this requires a chance.

Right now?

Not yet.

Qin Ran, who had opened his [Tracking] vision, looked at the traces that remained in the air.

These traces dissipate at a rapid pace.

Obviously, the other party not only did the processing, but also professionally.

If you use normal means, you will definitely get nothing.

But in the face of the [Tracking] skill, which was already special, but was promoted all the way to the extraordinary level by Qin Ran, it was impossible to hide everything.

At the last moment before the traces disappear.

Qin Ran found the 'stronghold' where the other party was.

A two-story and a half-storey western-style building located in the Upper Seventh Ring Road, even in winter, the garden of the western-style building is full of cold-resistant greenery, and the snow in the yard is cleaned and clean, obviously someone takes care of it from time to time.

This should be a fixed stronghold of the other side.

Qin Ran judged.

The other party is confident that they will not be discovered.

So, straight back here.

And this gave Qin Ran a chance.

……

"Those damn witchers!"

Rudes cursed loudly in his study.

He didn't worry about his words being heard.

First, his study is specially made and the sound insulation is very good.

Second, in this building, all the people are their own people, so there is no need to worry about it.

So, Rudes let loose his anger to the fullest.

For the first time in so many years, he was discovered without getting close in the real sense.

This is a shame for him.

He could already imagine how those bastards would laugh at him.

Especially the two bastards of Gersack and Coripo.

These years have been particularly restless.

What they wanted, Rudes understood.

As one of the 'councillors', he also wants greater power.

Of course, this is not a right that people understand in the conventional sense.

Or, to be more precise, the right of the 'Silent Night Secret Order' has long been more than just a so-called power.

But......

The authority of power!

That's why he's involved.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have paid attention to it.

Isn't it good to be honest and accumulate strength?

However, the accident just now made the congressman resentful.

That's right, it was an accident!

How could he be discovered by a group of witchers who had almost all been wiped out?

He was just careless.

Carelessness caused such consequences.

"A bunch of resurrected, weed-like guys."

Rudes muttered.

Then, he pulled open the drawer and pulled out a piece of parchment.

The quill pen stained with ink began to write on it.

When the last word fell, Rudes blew the paper and smiled smugly.

"Since it's because of these weedy guys, a 'council meeting' is going to be held, how can I not agree?"

"This time, we must eradicate them."

"The thorough kind!"

Rudes thought to himself and stood up.

Unlike the tall and sturdy people of the Hokuriku, Rudes is not only thin, but also very short, although not like a dwarf, but his height is far lower than that of ordinary people.

But no one will underestimate the other.

The fact that the other party was able to become one of the seventeen members of the 'Silent Night Secret Order' is enough to explain everything.

And if this can't be explained, Rudes is also happy to have some cruel exchanges with the other party.

Brutality has always been the label of this parliamentarian.

Therefore, the members of the 'Silent Night Secret Society' who received this councilor's order did not dare to slack off, and directly took this secret order and went towards the 'Silent Night Town'.

Ruders turned and returned to his study.

He needed to think quietly.

How to get more benefits in the next meeting.

He is well aware of his opponents.

Every one of them is a jackal.

If you are not careful, you will be swallowed to the bone.

With this in mind, Rudes walked into the study.

He didn't turn around.

The door hinge and the door to the study slowly closed.

And a figure gradually revealed.

The figure slowly raised its hand and quietly approached Rudes' neck.

When his finger was about to touch him, Rudes suddenly realized.

but

It's late.

A palm had pinched his neck, and a cold voice followed.

"Don't move."