When Little and Valentine left, their faces were as heavy and complicated as the Privy Council.

It never occurred to them that there was a deity hidden within Aitandine.

"Little, what are we going to do next?"

Valentine asked worriedly.

"Firmly on the side of the 'fog' church."

"If Etandin's heir is not the heir of the Snake Sect, we can still choose the Snake Sect, but now?"

"We don't have a choice but the Foggy Church."

Little said with certainty.

Valentine nodded.

Oh, yes.

Do they have a choice other than the 'fog' to teach them?

The royal family of Aitandine does not need to think about it, it is completely impossible, and His Majesty the Sixth is a figure like a jackal.

Temple of the God of War?

It's the same, even more wary than His Majesty the Sixth.

And the 'Silent Night Secret Order'?

Valentine would never hang out with this gang of people experimenting with living people.

To know......

He and many of Little's relatives died in the plague.

So, the 'foggy' church was the only option.

Not only is the doctrine mild, but the strength is also good.

Really preferred

Valentine sighed.

"So do we need to invest?"

Valentine continued.

"Investment?"

"No!"

"We're going to give it all!"

Little laughed.

"What?"

Valentine was stunned.

But then the earl began to think carefully.

He believed that Little would not be left untargeted.

Well, naturally, there are reasons for doing so.

Though......

He couldn't figure it out, but since Little thought the 'Mist' church was worth it, he did it.

"Listen to you."

Valentine replied.

Little nodded slightly, and sat in the carriage, his eyes slightly distracted, and he thought of the girl from before him again.

The girl who passed by in memory.

How is she, now?

Little couldn't help but think.

The silent influence is like a subtle one.

The seed has been planted, and time is the best nutrient.

It will always take root at some point, and then, blossom and bear fruit.

……

"Boss, the last passage has been opened."

"Your earnings, this time without worry."

The superior evil spirit said to Qin Ran with a smile.

It has spent so much effort, not only to unite all forces to search for clues left by the 'brokers', but also to ensure that the compensation of the southern councilors of the 'Silent Night Secret Order' is delivered here smoothly, it is also the most important thing.

Even, to a certain extent, it is parallel to the clues left by the 'brokers'.

A high-ranking evil spirit who knows what kind of character his boss is, and he knows it well.

"Hmm."

"It's not close."

Qin Ran nodded and said.

"You mean...... The Witcher? ”

The superior demon asked in a deep voice.

"yes."

"The Witcher."

Qin Ran sighed, and then walked towards the outside of the tent.

The higher spirits did not follow.

It knew that it had better not interfere with the matter of witchers.

Those who are born to deal with evil things are terrible.

It's not just strength, it's gut feeling.

Even if it is good at camouflage, it is worried that it will show its feet.

At this time, once the horse's feet are exposed......

That's not simply a wasted effort.

Rather, the whole world is the enemy!

At the thought of such a terrible result, the superior evil spirit couldn't help but take a deep breath.

It needs to return to the palace.

Your Majesty the Sixth, you need to show up and show your presence.

Otherwise, it would be too suspicious to disappear for a long time, even if the usual Sixth Majesty is living in a simple place.

However, just as the superior demon was about to leave, it heard familiar footsteps.

It's that Erin. Baroness Sika's.

"What's wrong, Erin?"

Due to the relationship between the two parties, the superior evil spirit thinks that he should stay for the time being, and asks.

The new Lord of Sika walked into the tent.

The superior evil spirit was keenly aware that the baroness had not only changed into new clothes, which was very beautiful, but also sprayed perfume, which was rose dew with a hint of musk.

The former can't say anything.

The latter is in full view.

In Etandine, musk always had a special meaning.

Thinking about the difference that the new lord usually showed to himself.

The superior demon felt a tingling in his scalp.

It's an evil spirit, and it doesn't have a gender!

There's no freedom yet!

Even if it comes with the memories of Mary and the life of an assassin, it is still it in essence!

Of course, when necessary, it can also be said that she can also be said.

But that doesn't mean it can accept the love of a lord.

Refuse!

It must be tactful and not hurt the other party's face.

The superior demon thought quickly, and his mouth was subconsciously saying flattering words.

"Erin, you're in good clothes."

"It's beautiful."

In fact, this is not a compliment.

It's really beautiful.

Whether it's clothes, or people.

There is no need to doubt the genes of the Etandine nobles, even if the first generation is not very good, after hundreds of years of blood running-in, they will become handsome and beautiful.

After all, their ancestors would not marry an ugly girl.

Of course, aesthetic problems are not in this category.

"Thank you."

Erin. Sika thanked her with a slightly red face, and then, tremblingly, she handed the letter in her hand to the superior evil spirit.

After the superior demon took the letter in a daze, the new lord blushed, turned around and ran away.

Expecting an otaku to confess to her face?

It's naïve.

Being able to appear in front of the superior evil spirit was already the greatest courage of that lord.

The superior evil spirit lowered his head and looked at the pink envelope in his hand, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's fine! OK! ”

"I thought I was going to have to use illusion to get out."

The superior evil spirit looked at the pink letter in his hand carefully, did not open it, and put it in his arms completely.

Then, it vanished.

As for tearing open the envelope to see?

The superior evil spirit didn't think about it.

That's impossible!

It's impossible in this life!

……

"What's wrong, Colin?"

Edson looked at Qin Ran, who was suddenly a little distracted, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"It's fine."

Qin Ran, who was paying attention to his entourage, shook his head in disappointment, and quickly turned his attention to the present.

"Can you tell me about the person you've always cared about?"

Qin Ran asked.

In both Ederson and Holuff's descriptions, there is a person who cares a lot about two or two people.

According to Qin Ran's speculation, that person is likely to be another shadow of the 'broker', or he is disguised as a 'broker'.

In previous inquiries, neither was willing to talk more.

Apparently there are considerable concerns.

Demon hunters are not afraid of power, and money is like dung.

But such witchers are not without their drawbacks.

Stubborn!

Every witcher is stubborn.

Especially when dealing with people with whom you are in a relationship, this stubbornness can reach an unprecedented level.

Family, friendship, and love will become their fetters.

Even if there is betrayal in it.

They will deal with it themselves, not bother others.

Even if it does, it makes things worse.

Even if it was a life, it didn't matter to the witcher, but now, it's different!

Now it's not just because the real 'culprit' has appeared.

Moreover, this culprit is likely to threaten the whole of Etandin.

It's a matter of the Witcher's vocation!

Between vocation and stubbornness, witchers will hesitate.

Qin Ran believed that the old demon hunter in front of him would make a more appropriate choice.

After all, at this time, under this premise, the one who asked him was also a 'witcher', a 'witcher' who tirelessly chased the mastermind behind the scenes.

"I told you that he was an ordinary man."

"When we saved him from the evil mouth, I could be sure that he was an ordinary person."

"But the talent is really good and it's charismatic."

The old witcher emphasized.

Qin Ran nodded silently.

These aspects are one of the bases for him to judge that the other party is a 'broker'.

"I forgot what he looked like."

"I remember the voice."

"Every time he speaks, he is unhurried and seems to be in control of everything, maybe this is how it is easier for him to win everyone's favor."

"Name?"

"It seems to be...... Hiss! ”

The old witcher's words were about to come out when a pain spread from his skull, forcing him to stop.

"How's it going, Edson?"

Qin Ran raised his hand to hold the other party's shoulder and asked.

"Nope."

"My memory is so badly damaged."

"I can't remember anything more at all."

"Sorry, I can't help you."

"I'm starting to wonder if my state is intentional - what a damn thing!"

The old witcher said apologetically.

"No, that's enough."

Qin Ran said.

It's not polite, it's genuine.

The brain is complex.

The stronger the strength, the more Qin Ran agreed with this.

At this moment, he couldn't even get a glimpse of the whole picture of his brain with his V-rank spiritual power.

So if you want to delete someone's memory in a targeted manner, it is not something that ordinary people can do.

But the 'brokers' can!

The strength of the other party should be comparable to him, but there are many props, which Qin Ran admits and is most afraid of.

And one more point, that is......

Huge city!

The unique title of 'broker' made Qin Ran have to count the huge city in it.

Although there will be a huge price to pay for doing so.

But if his previous guess was correct, the 'broker' would have done it.

And no matter what point it is, among the 'players' that Qin Ran is familiar with, only the 'broker' can do this.

Grab your tail too!

Qin Ran thought of this and continued to ask.

"Edson, do you have any news of Horuff?"

"Horuff has gathered his men and hurried to Etaminoburg."

"It should be there soon."

At the mention of an old friend who he hadn't seen for a long time, the old witcher immediately smiled, even if he still had a headache, but he didn't let this smile have any sluggishness at all.

He is looking forward to a reunion with his old friend.

I look forward to fighting side by side with my old friends.

He believed that in the future of Etaninburg, there was no shortage of such experiences.

"If only Honeybait and Tandeck could get better."

At the mention of the other two friends, the old witcher couldn't help but sigh.

"How are they?"

Qin Ran asked.

"Tandeck's intelligence is still the same as that of a child."

"And bait?"

"It's even worse."

"The worst part is that I can't find anyone who can heal them right now."

The old witcher frowned.

"Maybe I can help."

"Although the Snake Sect is not good at healing, there are still many good doctors in the palace."

"Later, the imperial physician of the palace will come back here to examine the two of them."

Qin Ran said and stood up.

His basic purpose was achieved.

There was no need to stay any longer.

The rest?

Naturally, his entourage will take care of it.

However, to Qin Ran's surprise, when he was about to leave the tent, the old demon hunter actually stopped him.

"Colin, do you want to learn more?"

"I don't mean anything else, and I don't have any tricks to belittle the Serpent Sect."

"However, I think the wolf faction's skills are also unique."

"If you want to learn, I'll teach you."

The old witcher said, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He really hoped that someone would inherit the skills of the wolf faction.

Although he had already made up his mind to rebuild the Wolf Sect, it would take at least three to five years for the new Wolf Sect Demon Hunter to appear, and that was on the premise that everything went well.

If it doesn't go well, ten years is a basic.

As for leaving the school early?

Impossible!

The relationship between master and apprentice of the witcher is far greater than any bloodline.

The teacher will never allow his disciples to die for no reason.

And, more importantly, the old witcher felt the oppressive feeling that was about to come.

A big war is likely to break out again.

In this battle, casualties are inevitable.

And he?

There is no guarantee of their own survival.

Then, leaving a glimmer of hope for the wolf faction to rise is a must.

Is there anything more appropriate than Colin?

As the heir of Etandin and the Serpent Sect, in the eyes of the old witcher, he is the best heir of the Wolf Sect.

Powerful on its own.

The power is strong.

That's the guarantee of safety.

As for what happens when the identities of Etandin, the Snake Sect, and the Wolf Sect heirs all appear in one person?

The old witcher didn't think much of it.

In his opinion, Colin has inherited Etandine and the Snake Sect, so there is not much more Wolf Sect.

Facing the gaze of the old demon hunter, Qin Ran pondered for a moment.

It's not that I don't want to learn wolf tricks.

He's thinking about time.

Eventually, he nodded.

"Gladly."

"It's just that we don't have much time."

Qin Ran said.

"Don't worry."

"With your talent, you're a quick learner."

The old witcher laughed.

……

The river is turbulent and icy.

There are many rivers in the huge city, and each river has tributaries, some of which meet each other, and with the constant 'expansion', no one can tell where each river comes from and what it is called.

However, the 'broker' is an exception.

He knows everything about a huge city.

Crawling out of the river, wringing out his jacket, pouring the water out of his shoes and putting it back on, and discerning the buildings around him slightly, he knew he was close to the Morrington Trail.

He walked forward familiarly, and took out a black robe.

As he walked into the pathway, several players stepped out of the shadows and stopped him.

"This is private territory, and no one else is welcome."

One of the players said.

The 'broker' did not answer, but raised his right hand.

Then, flip.

An eerie crying face jumped up on it and fell into the eyes of these players.

"Rebels, win!"

When this crying face was seen, the surrounding players whispered in unison, making way for the 'brokers'.