George Moritty.

According to his oral account, Su Aya has a little preliminary understanding of this guy who calls himself a "hunter".

He was an Italian who immigrated to Ohio at the end of the American Westward Expansion Movement, a golden age of American territory expansion and immigration.

"How often did you get to the United States?" Su Aya nibbled on the lamb chops and labeled George as a "chef in the dark world" in her heart.

"1853." George didn't raise his head, he only cared about eating, and Su Aya could see that there was a sickly attachment to food in those eyes, and he seemed to be extremely hungry.

"Thirty-five years ago......" Su Aya was still skeptical of George's answer.

"Looking young? Is that right? George's tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if he was very satisfied with his workmanship.

"It's not polite to ask, though." Su Aya still asked, "How old are you this year, Mr. Moritty."

Su Aya thought that although George didn't look like a vampire, he wasn't afraid of the sun, and he wasn't afraid of silverware, but according to George, he couldn't have become an immigrant when he was still a baby, and the westward expansion movement was an important part of the U.S. land policy and the construction of the Pacific Railroad in history, and it was difficult for immigrants to survive in the western wilderness where the average age was thirty-five years old if they weren't even a laborer.

"Seventy-five." George used a silver needle to pick at his mouth full of gold teeth, and pulled out a small cloth bag from his trouser pocket.

"You're so young." Su Aya followed George's answer, "At least she looks quite young."

Let's not talk about whether this guy lied or not, from the perspective of playing with guns, Su Aya can be sure that he is indeed an old cowboy, and he is a very professional kind. There was no trembling when holding the gun, and both wounds of the walking corpse were fatal. His Remington revolver has a caliber of fifteen millimeters, which can already be regarded as a hand cannon, and he has heard two shots fired in succession before, almost melting into one, and he is a master of archery.

"I've been to a lot of places." George spread out the cloth bag, and there were some tobacco leaves inside.

"Does it have anything to do with your eternal youth?" Su Aya also used a two-line Q&A to improve efficiency, and she wanted to know more about the mysterious mentor's habits, "You don't have a pipe? ”

"Yes. I've been to China and learned the tantric chakra breathing. Looks young, right? George pulled out a roll of paper from his other pocket and began to roll tobacco leaves, "There are no pipes, I am not used to corn cob pipes, and there are rolled cigarettes in Colorado, but we are used to rolling our own cigarettes when we go to work and when we are on break, and a pack of rolled cigarettes can buy several times the amount of tobacco leaves." ”

"Forty years old, alone in the United States?" Su Aya couldn't find any flaws in his mouth about the customs and values of the United States. I was also amazed by the game director's dedication to the characterization.

"It didn't take long to go to Mongolia first, but I left early." George reminisced about his memories like a treasure, "I heard that this year Mongolia has begun to restrict travel, and nomads are strictly forbidden to step out of the country."

He looked up, rolled a cigarette in his mouth, and muttered.

"Then he went to the west and lived the life of a savage. I was going to travel the world, and in the summer of 1853 I met a girl. I remember it very clearly."

Su Aya heard the movement in the kitchen, she took the initiative to check, found that the kettle was ringing, brought the boiling coffee pot to the living room, and poured a cup for George.

George: "Thank you, few ladies."

"You're welcome." Su Aya continued to listen to the story. Let's talk about girls. If I guessed correctly, the Pacific route was used to trade cheap labor such as black slaves. You should have gotten on the East India Company's pirate ship? And then to the United States?"

"Yes. She said her name was Nia, and Nya-Lilith was the first mate of a slave ship." George Moritty struggled to recall the vague shadow in his memory, "I will never forget her for the rest of my life."

"Ha, you're seventy-five years old, and you're still thinking about your youthful years." Su Aya teased.

"No, no, no, the reason I can't forget for the rest of my life is ......"

George's eyes became sharp, and from the temperature, he could know that London was still in the hot summer, and Su Aya could even feel the murderous intent coming from Mr. Moritty, which could turn water into ice.

George smirked, "She helped me change my teeth."

"What do you mean?" Su Aya asked in a whisper.

George's eyes wandered, looking out the window at the sunset: "unimaginable, it's just amazing......"

He traveled through the nations, and saw many people and things. 】

[It also includes all kinds of legendary gods and demons. 】

[Except ---- Nija-Lilith, a gypsy girl with bright red hair. 】

[Can make her remember it for a lifetime. 】

"She can tear apart the hippopotamus and kill the Bengal tiger with her bare hands, and I say, 'Why don't we compare,' I thought, but only a quarter of an hour."

George pressed his mandibles with his thumb, and Su Aya looked at it, and the texture was as hard as steel.

"She helped me change my jaw and my teeth turned gold. She said, 'George Moritty,' you must be a brilliant executioner."

Su Aya: "You became a slave?" ”

"I lost to her and became a slave to her." George said frankly. Then I went to America."

"How do you become a hunter?" Su Aya poured herself a cup of coffee, and most of the lamb chops were left, and her teeth really couldn't deal with this kind of "dark world cuisine".

"Strictly speaking, it's not 'Hunter,' you can't call it that." George gave Su Aya an introduction, "The story starts after I left the United States, are you interested in hearing it?" ”

Su Aya thought that this should be regarded as George's invitation, if he chose the "hunter" industry, the mentor would tell him all the secrets.

Su Aya said vigilantly: "You can talk so much with a stranger who threw a walking corpse into your house?" ”

"Let's start with my job." George was unhurried and lit a cigarette.

Su Aya pulled the window open, she couldn't stand the smell of smoke, and the highly realistic environment of the Immortal Bird VR virtual machine could also transmit these details to her olfactory nerves.

"It's only in recent years that we've been called 'hunters,' and we've all called each other by hoods in private." George introduces Su Aya to the traditional customs of witchers.

Wind Hat. 】

George was in the mood to fetch a large hood from behind the bedroom door, like a widened and elongated version of a cowboy hat.

"Look, abbreviated as WH. What can you relate to? ”

Su Aya said without thinking, "Witch Hunter! ”

【Witch Hunter】

George took a cigarette in his mouth and clapped his hands, "I knew you were a smart girl!" ”

As if he had found a rare treasure, he greatly valued Su Aya's hunter talent.

"Not just witches, but wizards."

【Wizard Hunter】

"It's not just the wizards, it's the West."

【West Hunter】

"Attached to the General Intelligence Directorate of the British Army, we are the keepers of the 'sheepfold' and the executioners of antiquities. As you can see, this insurance company was founded in 1848. Recruit excellent gunslingers and rangers, on the surface, we are underwriters, bodyguards, and thugs of business investors, and since the beginning of the fifteenth century, witchers have always existed, and call themselves hoods, secretly, we are here to bring the evil shadows living in human society back to hell! ”

Su Aya was stunned.

"That...... I just came from China, I am twenty-one years old, I just arrived in the Thames in the morning, and I have not had time to brush my teeth before I came to visit you, and your words are a bit informative. I take the liberty of asking, ha, you mean, this kind of industry has been going on for hundreds of years? “

George flicked the cigarette ash with his hand, not caring at all about the indoor hygiene, and he muttered, "'Witch Hunting' is the masterpiece of the hood." ”

Su Aya followed the religious history in her memory and said in surprise: "Is it the 'witch hunting' who is not guilty or not, and pulls it to burn it first?" Those who can't be lit must be witches, and even civilians who are burned, in line with the principle of killing three thousand by mistake and not letting go of one, they will be killed all of them? ”

"From 1480 to 1780, this activity was carried out for three hundred years." George watched the sunset slowly sink in the west, extinguished the cigarette butt, and had no joy or sorrow.

"My mind is a little messy, but I can probably understand what you mean." Su Aya sorted out her thoughts, her mind was running at high speed, and she listed the following useful information.

First, this world, like the previous game history, is full of demons and monsters. Undoubtedly.

Second, from the above point of view, even these demons have had a great impact on the historical process of various countries, that is, they are pure overhead worlds.

Thirdly, the hunter promotion route offered by George Moritty is very tempting, and from a stylistic point of view, it is a combination of firearms and blades.

Fourth, George's words are correct, during his journey with nature, he was still in the prime of his youth and practiced qigong, how to say that it is almost a rare and powerful existence in human beings, but a girl broke her jaw. Nia-Lilith may not be human. You may be given more options later in the promotion process.

Fifth, witches are real, and they have even fought against the Holy See for 400 years.

Sixth, the profession of [hood] obviously doesn't look like a good person.

Finally, there is the big title that Su Aya saw.

【Vol.1】

【Song of the Nightingale】

[Drink the blood of disqualification, disqualification, honor and dishonor, and you will be punished by cooking with oil, burning knives and axes. 】

"Are you ready?" George put on a coat and could see the dark red blood on the hem of the coat, and pulled down the brim of the hood with one hand, covering most of his face.

"What's your mission today?" Su Aya straightened her tuxedo, wanting not to fall behind in terms of fashion value.

However, at the moment, the self-proclaimed seventy-five-year-old grandfather of Sao Bao, with his thirty-year-old face and this outfit, made Su Aya's heart flutter on the question of "professional handsomeness or not".

George looked at his watch, pulled out the dark compartment of the dining table, and took the briefing.

"Talk on the road."