Tyr von Lindemann is one of the youngest hunters in the region.

While there aren't many people in Northern Europe today who work in such an old and inefficient profession, Lindemann is clearly an exception.

"That's it for today."

Lindemann sat casually on a tree stump, wiping his precious shotgun with the cloth in his hand.

Of course, this shotgun is not a rare thing that has been handed down from our ancestors - the more advanced the tool that hunters rely on for their livelihood, the better.

Lindeman is thirty-one years old Chinese New Year's Eve, has no parents, wife or children, and no girlfriend.

It's not that he hasn't been interested in these love things, it's just that he hasn't met the right fate along the way.

In addition, the job he is engaged in now is really not social, so he has nothing to do.

"Now that I think about it, if I had chosen a career like a photographer, I would have had a son by now, or maybe a daughter...... Well, it's really better for my daughter. ”

With his life in mind, Lindemann couldn't help but smile.

But Lindemann doesn't look like a thirty-one-year-old on the outside.

Because of his large beard, his visual age was much higher than his actual age.

Of course, that's not what he wanted.

It's just that I don't usually have time to take care of it, and I'm lazy, so it has become like this over time.

"If only a beautiful girl could call me once in a while, spiritual comfort is also comfort." After wiping the shotgun in his hand, he looked at the slightly bleak woods in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

So, his phone really rang.

'Buzz-buzz-'

"Huh?" Pulling out his vibrating phone from his bag, Lindemann looked at the caller ID with a puzzled look.

"This number looks ...... It's long and weird, and it doesn't feel like the number we use in our area. He frowned.

Then he moved his field of view and found the location of the number in the upper right corner of the screen.

[Number attribution - China]

……

"Is it Mr. Tyre von Lindemann?" On the other end of the phone came the voice of a kind young man.

Of course, the young man spoke English.

Fortunately, Lindeman's English is not bad.

"Yes, I'm Lindemann, who are you?"

"I'm the Glow Hourglass."

Lindemann's brain fluctuated violently.

His language system first converted the English of the word Glow Hourglass into his native language, and then repeated it dozens of times in his head.

Then, he blurted out.

"Fart, I'm the glow hourglass!"

"Really? I'm sorry I made a mistake, thank you. ”

The young man on the other end of the line replied politely, then hung up.

Lindemann was left alone in the middle of the woods, with the north wind blowing lightly beside him.

"Why...... I'm a glow hourglass? ”

"Who the hell is the glow hourglass? How could I suddenly say that? ”

Lindemann was confused.

……

"Your ...... Idea...... Discontinue...... Can't ......"

"Let's play...... It's just ...... Measure...... Inadequate"

"But I'm still ...... You...... Naive"

"Hmph, I'm ...... You...... Didn't expect ......"

"Thanks to...... So ......"

Somewhere at a certain moment, a sound sounded intermittently.

Although the sound sounds like some broken radio is picking up a bad signal band due to some kind of ripple interference, it does not prevent some people from hearing them.

Or rather...... See them.

Eventually, the sounds gradually dissipated, as if they had sunk into a certain river, so-and-so.

……

Death is not the misfortune of the dead, but the misfortune of the living.

—Epicurus

……

After the in-game meeting, the trio of the Starweaver Nation held their private meeting in the café in real life as usual.

"Anyway, this meeting with them was probably to summarize the information obtained so far, and speculate on some characteristics of the young god White Night."

Qiu Shuangyue had an ordinary cup of iced tea in front of him, but apparently he hadn't drunk it yet.

"So, what exactly is the characteristic?" Cailuo stirred the parfait in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the autumn frost moon opposite.

To sum it up...... It's stuffed into the empty shells of various weapons. Qiu Shuangyue thought for a while.

"Empty shells?" Cailuo thought for a moment, "So you're saying that he's not a marginal night, he just has the appearance of a marginal night, right?" ”

"The speculation at the moment is that it remains to be seen." Qiu Shuangyue said, and looked at the metaphysical inscription who was drinking black tea on the side, "What about you?" How's that about the Natsu powerlessness that you guys investigated? ”

Hearing Qiu Shuangyue call her, the metaphysical carving also put down the black teacup and cleared her throat.

"It's impossible to say that there is no progress."

"But if anything...... Then all I can say is sorry. ”

The metaphysical engraving seems to be a little mournful.

"Nothing to be sorry about." Qiu Shuangyue shook her head, "I know it does seem a little difficult to give you this task, but that's okay, but since you said that there is progress, then I will listen to that part." ”

"Hmm."

The metaphysical mark nodded, and then glanced at the color around him.

"Okay." Cailuo received her eye signal, so she also put down the parfait in her hand, and then sat up straight.

"That's right."

Cailuo lowered her voice slightly, and leaned closer to Qiu Shuangyue's ear, "Although it is just a guess, we find that the traces of Xia weakness are slowly disappearing. ”

"Disappearing ......?" Qiu Shuangyue frowned, he didn't seem to be able to understand the meaning of this sentence very well.

"In short, we found out that something was hiding this person." Cailuo said, "This is also the reason why Xuanyin said that there were no dry goods before." “

Indeed, if you are looking for what actually exists, then it is clear that evidence can be found to some extent, but not what disappears.

"So what does this so-called hiding refer to?" Qiu Shuangyue asked again.

"Remember when you said you went to the front desk to ask about it?" Cailuo looked into the eyes of Qiu Shuangyue.

"What's wrong?"

"The front desk that talked to you disappeared like Xia Wuyi." "I asked all the staff in the hall, but no one knew her, as if she had never worked there. “

Hearing this, a bad premonition surfaced in Xia Weak's heart.

What if all the people who knew about Xia Weakness would disappear in such a way?

"Look it up again."

Qiu Shuangyue forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart and said to the two people in front of her.