"What do you mean?"

Raglan's eyes widened as he held the glass.

"Literally."

Qin Ran said lightly.

Raglan, whose eyes widened, looked at Qin Ran in a daze, and after three or four seconds, he sighed with sorrow: "Yes, it wasn't before, but now it is." ”

"People will only believe what they think, and even if I jump out and explain that you are not, I'm afraid it will be me, not you, who will be questioned."

"Even if it's true."

Raglen, who sighed, shook his head and took another sip of his beer.

And when the innkeeper put down the wine glass again, a sternness appeared on his face, and the whole person's aura changed.

As if from an ordinary person to a fierce beast like a lion or tiger, he stared at Qin Ran tightly and asked word by word, "Then what are you going to do?" ”

"Step by step."

Qin Ran still replied indifferently.

Although the aura of the innkeeper in front of him was terrifying, it was really not as good as a breeze for Qin Ran, and it was really impossible to use such an aura to affect Qin Ran.

It's clear that the innkeeper noticed this too.

"You're just like those guys."

"It can really make people angry!"

He sighed again.

This sigh was undoubtedly much more sorrowful than the previous one.

And the beast-like aura on his body disappeared with this sigh, and the innkeeper was ready to leave with his wine glass.

He knows that he has dealt with many witchers.

If you want to ask something from Qin Ran's mouth, it is impossible.

Qin Ran is too similar to a demon hunter.

If he didn't know that the other party wasn't, he would think that the other party was a witcher......

Wait a minute!

Is all the witcher I know?

Is there nothing missing?

The innkeeper who stood up was suddenly stunned, he thought of some possibility, and then looked at Qin Ran again with a suspicious gaze.

"You're really not a witcher?"

Qin Ran didn't raise his head and remained silent.

Looking at Qin Ran's appearance, some of the speculations in the innkeeper's heart involuntarily became bigger.

"How can there be such a similar guy in the world?"

"There must be some kind of connection."

"I didn't find out before, it's just that I didn't investigate carefully enough."

He quickened his pace back to his room.

He needs to apply to headquarters for an investigation.

The number of witchers he knew didn't count.

To look at the last ten years, no! Considering Qin Ran's age, the demon hunters who have disappeared in the past thirty years need to be investigated!

The covert communication was connected, and the person on the other side was silent for a moment when he heard Raglan's request.

"What happened?"

"Do you know that your request has overridden your identity authority?"

Two seconds later, a confused female voice rang out in the microphone.

"I use special permissions."

Raglan said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll arrange it for you."

"But ......"

"No, but, I'm retired, and I have so many special permissions that I haven't used so many times, should I take them into the coffin?"

"Or do you think I have descendants to inherit these?"

Raglan interrupted the questioning on the other side.

Compared to these special permissions, which were extremely valuable in the eyes of others, Raglan wanted to know Qin Ran's identity even more.

The long-lost curiosity quickly immersed Raglan in it.

……

Raglan, who thought that he had a room of sound isolation, would never have thought that even in such a room, his voice would be heard by Qin Ran without a trace.

Regarding Raglan's investigation, Qin Ran ignored it.

He himself does not exist.

No matter how much the other party investigates, it will only drag itself into an unsolvable whirlpool.

As for discovering the truth?

Qin Ran believed that the other party would not do this.

Just as he believed in Smith's coming.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Smith appeared in 'Grilled Fish in the Oven' with a little girl in his arms and five little girls in his arms, as if he were a babysitter.

The other party quickly found that Qin Ran, who was sitting in the corner, walked over with the little girls without any hesitation.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

The other party's voice was slightly hoarse, and the little girl's voice was crisp and pleasant.

To the outside world, these little girls are still a little frightened.

But when he saw Qin Ran, such a panic quickly calmed down, even if he was held in Smith's arms, the youngest Shaya was not excluded.

"Thank you."

The little girl turned her head and said in a milky voice.

"Hmm."

"There's something to eat there."

Qin Ran nodded and pointed in the direction of the bar.

Smith immediately walked over with the little girls and asked Raglan for the price.

"I'm in for a treat."

Raglan said this after sweeping his gaze over the little girls, and smiled at the little girls with what he thought was kind.

However, Raglan apparently ignored his beard.

Such a smile not only did not make the little girls feel at ease, but on the contrary, they hid behind Smith one by one.

None of the little girls wanted to stay near the bar, and they all gathered near Qin Ran.

Raglan stroked his beard in frustration, then got up and left the hall, and when he returned again, he had a lot of pastries in his hand.

When Raglan thought that giving away the pastries would get the little girls to smile, he saw the little girls looking at him with a wary look in their eyes.

Obviously, the little girls who have gone through a painful experience have already understood what is the most important thing.

Eventually, Raglan put down the pastry and returned to the bar.

To Raglan's dismay, the little girls never touched the pastries he bought, even with a hint of longing in their eyes.

Looking at this scene, Raglan couldn't help but feel distressed.

He knew exactly what made these little girls look like this.

"Bastards, you should be thundering!"

"Have a great day ahead, I'm XXXX!"

Can't help it, Raglan cursed.

Then, the bounty on the Bloodtooth near Edexx was increased by 20%.

Smith had been watching Raglan since he entered the inn.

"He's a witcher?"

"This is the Witcher's territory?"

Smith asked.

Qin Ran nodded.

"Can I stay here with them?"

"Yes."

Qin Ran's answer made Smith overjoyed.

But immediately, such joy froze on Smith's face with Qin Ran's next question.

"You're going to stay in hiding?"

"Living a life of trepidation, and even not daring to step out here?"

"You can."

"What about them?"

"Or ......"

"What would you do if something like this happened again?"

Qin Ran's gaze looked at the little girls who were eating quietly.

The experience of near-death and survival has made them extraordinary mature.

But this kind of maturity is not what everyone wants.

At least, Smith wasn't.

Smith, who clenched his fists, became short of breath, because, with Qin Ran's words, Smith fell into the desperate situation that made him fall again.

"I—What should I do?"

Smith raised his head, gritted his teeth, and asked Qin Ran.

And Qin Ran?

Laughed.

He said one word with a smile on his face—

"Kill!"