A sword swept and the air froze.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them that was split in two.

Even the old witcher, Sivalka, is no exception.

Powerful!

Stronger than all the Darkhall priests he's ever seen!

This is the most immediate impression of Sivalka.

And the old witcher is different.

He saw more.

Close to demigods?

The old witcher muttered under his breath, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

Because, he has seen strong people who are close to demigods.

And, there's more than one.

His teachers, his former digital companions, were able to reach such a level, and even he, if he ignored it, was able to reach a similar level.

But......

The snake pie is stronger than you think!

The old demon hunter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he looked at Qin Ran's young face.

Although age is not absolute among witchers, the stronger the young man, in addition to talent, the more it shows that the other party's teacher and family are strong.

And that's good news for the old witcher now.

The witcher needs more power at the moment!

Whether such power comes from the wolf faction or from the ...... Snake Pie.

There was a hint of tenderness in the old witcher's scrutinizing gaze.

Qin Ran was keenly aware of such a change, but he didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, and then walked to the side.

Most of the monsters in the shanty town were slashed by him with a single sword.

The restless evil is gone.

However, in the corner, there is still a lot left out of the infected monsters.

He needs to clean up.

This is in keeping with his current status as a snake witcher.

As for the changes in the old witcher?

It was to be expected.

Just follow the steps.

The old demon hunter looked at Qin Ran, who had started to clean up, and immediately joined in, while observing Qin Ran, and nodded secretly again when he saw the neat technique and the way to deal with the opportunity.

"I've received the full Witcher technique, otherwise I wouldn't be so familiar with the habits of monsters."

"Being able to deal with it so calmly and crisply, it is obvious that the 'green grass' and 'summer branches' test have also passed with excellent results."

"Nice young man."

The old witcher commented.

But Sivalka didn't pay attention to the two at all, he walked into the crowd and looked at Ellie, who was huddled behind his sister, and after seeing Sivalka, the little girl with a silent face finally had a hint of color.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

The little girl asked.

"Hmm."

"I went to do some things, and I didn't go straight to the lame hotel."

Sivalka nodded and explained.

"That's good, that's good."

The little girl murmured.

The tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

She thought of her mother.

She thought of the others who would never appear again.

Perhaps, she was very young.

She doesn't know much, but this lost feeling is becoming more and more pure, without any weighing of pros and cons.

However, she didn't cry.

Because, she still remembers that when her father died, after she cried loudly, her mother beat her hard and told her not to cry, and now her mother is gone.

But she remembered.

A hand raised to wipe the little girl's tears.

Ellie looked at her sister.

"There are so many people that I can't cry now."

"Wait until no one is around, then cry."

"I'm with you."

Erin said in a low voice.

The response of the gods just now made Erin feel a miracle.

Can......

Such a miracle did not make Erin feel good about herself, thinking that she was extraordinary, she still felt uncomfortable, sad, and missed her mother and those who knew her.

Of course, she would not resent such a miracle.

She was very grateful for such miracles.

Because, she survived by such a miracle.

So, she thought she needed to repay the favor.

Even though the god didn't need to repay, she still thought it was what she should do.

Her mother also said that kindness must be repaid.

"Hello, are you the messenger of the 'mist'?"

Erin asked as she turned to Sivalka.

"'The Mist'?"

"I've heard of His fame."

"But I'm not."

Sivalka shook his head honestly, and although he wanted to admit it, as a deacon of the Dark Hall, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he pretended to be a messenger of a god, especially when the god was still in his prime.

Despite the career of the deacon of the Dark Hall, Sivalka has nothing to miss.

However, it made him know some knowledge that ordinary people don't know.

And right away, Sivalka rejoiced.

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"

A voice came from the back of the crowd.

The superior demon came out in the form of 'Simon', with a warm smile on its face and a gentle look in its eyes, and anyone who looked at it would be like a spring breeze.

Anyone who sees this 'Simon' will subconsciously relax.

Textbook missionaries!

Sivalka even commented on this.

In the dark nave, Sivalka did not meet the missionaries.

But none of them can compare to the one in front of them.

Whether it is appearance or bearing, it is too far apart.

When the other party walked in front of him, Sivalka couldn't help but bow and salute.

This is completely a subconscious behavior developed in the dark hall.

By the time he came back to his senses, the superior demon had already raised his hand and placed it on top of his head.

"Thank you for all you do for the church."

The words were almost the same as those of the missionaries he knew, but at this time, coming from the mouth of the superior demon, it made Sivalka feel different.

That's sincerity!

Sincerity he never felt!

Sivalka looked up at the superior demon.

The superior demon pointed to the two little girls.

Sivalka was immediately stunned.

Then, immediately worried.

The 'Mist' church values Ellie and Erin so much, will something bad happen?

Sivalka, who knew some of the inside story of the Dark Hall, couldn't help but clench his fists.

"Don't worry."

"Don't worry."

"The 'fog' is born for shelter, and nothing else."

As if knowing what Sivarka was thinking, the superior demon said with a smile, and then walked straight to Erin.

A hurried farewell in the evening.

It was enough for the superior evil spirit to remember this perceptive little girl.

Although there are still many discomforts, the other party is worth it.

Whether it's because of the opponent itself, or because it needs to open up the situation in front of Etantoinoburg for its own boss.

"Hello."

"Your Excellency, Messenger."

"I'm Erin."

The little girl pulled her sister and introduced herself.

"You can call me Simon."

"Of course, everyone is the same."

According to the established plan, the superior evil spirit began to perform of its own.

Everything is easy to grasp.

Qin Ran glanced at it from a distance, and then stopped paying attention.

He knew that no one could do it better than the superior demons.

He?

He can't be as comfortable as a superior demon.

Each creature has its own characteristics, and Qin Ran will never deny this, just like after having many followers, he will not bow down to everything.

Putting followers who are good at different fields in the corresponding fields is what he should do.

Just like at this time, he stared at the 'God of War' and 'Lady Calamity'.

This is also what he should do.

Soldier against soldier.

will be against the general.

And the king?

Nature is king!

It's just that the reaction of the 'God of War' and 'Lady of Calamity' was a bit unexpected by Qin Ran.

The two are still facing off.

There are no changes from before.

This situation is very weird, according to Qin Ran's understanding of the 'gods', even if he is 'bound' and unable to move, he should express it at this time.

After all, he invaded the territory of both.

"Is there something I don't know?"

"Still ......"

"They don't care about Etaninburgh at all?"

Qin Ran's thinking began to diverge.

Naturally, from Etaninburgh, Qin Ran thought of that Etandin VI.

It is true that the lower seventh ring is far enough away from the upper seventh ring, but until now, no soldier has appeared, which is strange.

Coupled with the indifference of the "God of War" and "Lady Calamity".

All of this became fun in an instant.

"Is there anything else I don't know?"

Qin Ran frowned slightly.

The unknown situation will always make Qin Ran more and more cautious.

Especially, when there is the bastard of the 'broker'.

Qin Ran always felt that there were some other things hidden in the copy world in front of him.

"According to the habit of 'brokers.'"

"As a cover-up, there must be at least two goals on the surface, one bright and one dark, the obvious one is simple and direct, and the dark one is that he makes others think that it is his goal."

"And after that, that's the real goal."

"Now the target on the surface is 'Pol.'"

"Using Pol's inference, this target in the shadows can be expanded into 'The Mist' and even Sika City."

"So ......"

"What about the real goal?"

"Use the 'fog' to fight for Etantoinburg?"

Qin Ran thought from the perspective of the 'broker's habit.

Soon, he shook his head.

The 'fog' battle for Etannople is an inevitable trend, and simply put, as long as the 'broker' becomes the 'fog', then this will inevitably happen.

Wait a minute!

Just when Qin Ran was about to put aside this idea, he suddenly thought of something.

'Brokers' habitually hide their true targets.

So what could be better than hiding the real target in the open or in the shadows?

Subconsciously, Qin Ran touched the 'Master of Mist' hidden close to him.

It's a guess.

And another guess?

Naturally...... Bohr.

Or to be more precise, someone like 'Pol'.

What if the 'brokers' designed a 'springboard'?

Or is there a 'springboard' hidden at all?

Thinking of this, Qin Ran couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

And at this time, the old witcher came over.

"Etandine VI is more cold-blooded and ruthless than it seems."

"Exactly like his ancestors."

"It's not surprising that such a guy does anything."

The old witcher had clearly misunderstood something.

However, Qin Ran did not explain.

"How are you going to settle these people?"

The old witcher continued.

"The people of the 'Mist' church will arrange it properly, and I'm not good at these things."

Qin Ran replied.

The old witcher nodded noncommittally.

He is a man of action, good at fighting enemies, and he is also not good at arranging logistics and the like, in fact, in the heyday of the wolf faction, there were special people who arranged these.

And now?

He, who is almost alone, can't afford this.

At the same time, that thought appeared even more strongly in his heart.

Rebuild the Wolf Pie!

Of course, the old witcher knew that this was a long way to go, and it was not just a matter of saying a few words.

At least......

He needs some Kimpton.

A safe place is also needed.

As it happens, these are all owned by the Snake Sect.

"Young man, I wish we could talk."

"Let's talk openly and honestly."

The old witcher said.

"Yes."

"But not now."

Qin Ran said.

"Of course."

The old witcher grinned.

Both of them knew very well that the next thing they needed to face was the 'wrath' of that Etandine VI.

Although such 'revenge' will not be above board for the sake of one's reputation, it still needs to be prepared.

At the very least, the two old witchers in the 'Carrot' inn who are not in good shape need to be transferred.

The old demon hunter and Qin Ran walked side by side.

The former is for those old friends of his.

Qin Ran?

He needed to tell Bol something.

This is the basis for the cooperation between the two sides.

……

In the royal palace, Etandin VI quietly listened to his subordinates' report on the shantytown of the Lower Seventh Ring Road, and waved his hand quietly.

The subordinate immediately bowed and retreated.

When the king was the only one left in the chamber, he stood up.

The king, with the tall, muscular figure of the Hokuriku people, and even though his face was old, his back was still straight, and he stood in the hall, looking up at the ceiling of the council hall.

About a few minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps.

There is no pass-through.

Marquis Wharton walked straight in

"Your Majesty."

Old Wharton saluted.

"Our plan failed."

Etandin VI said bluntly.

"It's just a tentative plan, it's nothing."

"In fact, seriously, we didn't fail."

"As long as this happens, we are successful."

Old Wharton said with a smile.

"yes, as long as it happens, we're successful."

"It's a pity ......"

"You can't do it all at once."

Aitandine VI sighed with regret.

"yes, it's a pity."

"Those witchers always show up so out of place."

"Your Majesty, you need me ......"

"No, you don't."

"The Witchers are not our enemies."

"On the contrary, they are our natural allies."

Aitandine VI waved his hand.

"You mean?"

Old Wharton looked up, and when he saw the smile of Etandine VI, he immediately understood.

The old Wharton then left the chamber.

Just half an hour later, a royal escort appeared outside the Carrot Hotel.

A chamberlain brought the king's will—

"The 'Serpent Sect' witcher Colin has a meritorious role in killing the evil and is canonized as a baron."