The gaze did not disappear, but Qin Ran walked out of the shadows.

"Found you."

Qin Ran said coldly.

Then, without waiting for the high-level evil spirit to react, he raised his hand and shot it.

Bang!

The [Armor-Piercing Bullet] was shot by [Python-2] and went straight through the chest of the high-level demon.

The high-level evil spirit that was pierced through the body by a special bullet fell to the ground in shock.

What happened?

Who am I?

Why am I here?

2567: Did you get the script wrong?

We're in this group!

Countless questions surged into the hearts of the high-level evil spirits like a tide, but before the high-level evil spirits could figure out what was going on, Qin Ran, who walked in front of it, raised his gun again.

This time.

Aimed at the forehead.

Bang!

The high-level evil spirits whose heads were blown up disappeared without a trace.

Qin Ran stopped in place, as if he was investigating something, but the frowning brow he then left seemed to tell everyone that he had not gained anything.

Just about half a minute after Qin Ran left, the high-level evil spirit reappeared.

It glanced at the direction of Qin Ran's departure with a slightly pale face, with a hint of fierce malice in its eyes, but more of a panic.

And in the bottom of my heart?

When it received Qin Ran's new task again, if it was not bound by the contract, it would definitely spray Qin Ran's face.

What does it mean not to tell me in order to show the truth?

What do I mean I should maximize my 'immortality' trait?

Excuse!

It's all excuses!

You just think I'm cheap and easy to use!

Otherwise, why not use those guys?

The slander in the bottom of my heart did not hinder the high-level evil spirit's footsteps from leaving slightly slowly.

However, just as the high-level evil spirit was about to hide in the alley, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Your Excellency, please wait."

……

For breakfast, Qin Ran didn't go to the bakery near the 'Grilled Fish in the Stove', he stayed at the inn to eat.

"Toast, lettuce roast broth."

Raglan came to Qin Ran's table with breakfast.

It's said to be breakfast, but it's actually what was left over from last night, and at most it's a combination of lettuce and barbecue to make the so-called lettuce barbecue broth.

But Qin Ran didn't mind.

In addition to the fact that the food is not spoiled, it is also because the portions are abundant.

Since Qin Ran moved into the 'Grilled Fish in the Stove', the number of tourists staying here has been greatly reduced, and there is basically no one else except for Smith and his party.

To put it simply, except for leaving the necessary food for Smith and the six little girls, everything else is Qin Ran's.

Therefore, Qin Ran was in a pretty good mood.

He took a bite of toasted bread, and a crisp sound immediately popped out in his mouth, and then, a mouthful of thick soup, mixed with the thick feeling of barbecue, immediately spread on the tip of his tongue, no need for a spoon, and in the swallowing of grunt, goodong, Qin Ran increased the inclination of the bowl, so that all the lettuce grains and barbecue grains in the bowl entered his mouth.

Qin Ran squinted his eyes comfortably and chewed heavily.

From beginning to end, Raglan was staring at Qin Ran.

When he saw that Qin Ran didn't mind the 'leftovers', he immediately muttered in his heart: "I still say that I am not, the habits are the same." ”

The Witchers are an extremely special group.

They don't care about the so-called glory, they wander in the dark and hunt monsters, and they also maintain a rather bitter habit.

The benches in the park and the tunnels under the bridges can be used as shelters for them.

For food, it is a habit that as long as it is not spoiled in the true sense, it will not be abandoned.

Perhaps, others have maintained this habit as well.

But after having the strength of the level of a demon hunter, such a habit is difficult to guarantee.

This is a very objective reality.

In a dark world full of monsters, powerful power will gain far more convenience than ordinary people can imagine, including but not limited to money and status.

The goal that ordinary people pursue all their lives, in the eyes of those who have strength, can be achieved with a wave of their hands.

With this premise, something naturally changes.

Except for the Demon Hunter, Raglan had never seen anyone with a strength similar to Qin Ran, and he still maintained this simple living habit.

Therefore, he became more and more convinced that Qin Ran should have something to do with the demon hunter.

"Three more."

Qin Ran said.

"Okay."

Raglan picked up the plate and walked quickly into the kitchen, but in his heart, the innkeeper cheered for himself: "You must be a descendant or disciple of a certain fellow, I will definitely find the clues left by him, and you will definitely be shocked by me when the time comes." ”

While Raglan was serving breakfast to Qin Ran one after another, Smith walked down from the upstairs room with six little girls, including Shaya.

"Good morning, sir."

After greeting Qin Ran very politely, the six little girls sat down at the dining table next to Qin Ran, while Smith, who was habitually silent, nodded and sat aside with the little girls.

At this moment, Smith had already pretended to be normal as much as possible as written on the note, neither deliberately avoided nor deliberately approached, and did what he did according to his own habits.

The atmosphere of breakfast did not become lively because of the addition of Smith and his party.

Qin Ran was not used to talking during meals, he was more willing to quietly taste the deliciousness of food.

Smith's acquired silence would also not open his mouth.

And the little girls were all well-behaved and sensible, without making any additional sounds.

"It's ......"

The innkeeper who was holding his shoulders leaned against the bar, looking at the scene in front of him, and subconsciously wanted to evaluate something, but suddenly he came back to his senses and quickly swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

He knew very well that if he really said it, Qin Ran and Smith would be fine, but those children would definitely not be able to stand it.

"Got carried away, bastard."

The innkeeper slapped himself in the mouth, and walked straight out of the inn, and when he returned a moment later, he had enough hot milk and pastries in his hand.

"Eat it hot."

Looking at the wary, wary gazes of the little girls, the innkeeper shrugged his shoulders and returned to his place.

He had already expected such an outcome.

Not unexpected.

However, the next scene surprised the innkeeper greatly.

Because Shaya actually handed it to Qin Ran with a glass of milk.

"Thank you."

Qin Ran nodded.

Seeing Qin Ran picking up the cup and drinking it all, the innkeeper pursed his lips, and after snorting with disdain, he subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, the match had already been lit, the boss thought of something, immediately extinguished the match, and put the cigarette back into the cigarette case.

Then, after thinking about it, he threw the cigarette case into the trash can next to him.

And turned around and tinkled something inside the bar.

A moment later, a non-smoking sign hung in the hall of the 'Grilled Fish by Fire', and of course the words on it were written crookedly.

So much so that Baker, who had just walked in, widened his eyes and looked at it carefully for a long time before he realized what it meant.

"The hotel is also non-smoking?"

The young Einsatzgrappre muttered to a low voice, which immediately attracted the innkeeper's unkind gaze, and the young man immediately scratched his head with a sneer.

Then, he walked briskly towards Qin Ran.

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