After more than 20 scripts, Su Aya's E-level spiritual power finally climbed back to D, and the attribute of [Battle Mania] has become a little more normal.

【Battle Maniac】

[Killing Intent: All of your attacks can also be applied to your teammates. 】

[Addictive: When you attack a teammate, the current maximum amount of physical strength will be restored. 】

[Note: Heal teammates, one bullet at a time. 】

Replace [Feeding], a new reserved skill.

【Old Driver】

[Skill Type: Ride]

[What kind of car is the young man: When you use any vehicle, you will get a 30% speed increase]

[Female driver: Due to your gender, your turn signal, car horn, reverse gear lever, wipers, speed dial, and rearview mirror will all have inexplicable malfunctions. 】

[Note: Driving like a dog, braking all by roaring. 】

Su Aya changed into the tuxedo, the lines of the trousers were straight and straight, the shirt, bow tie, and vest were all available, and she put on a coat. The dovetail is far from the design sense of similar clothing, highlighting the playfulness of scissor tail.

"The artist is invincible." She had this evaluation, and finally put on leather shoes, which were a little larger, and simply didn't wear shoes. The shoelaces are also removed, and the hair is tied into a ponytail to separate a side bang. The whole person has a feeling of heroism.

Su Aya confidently pushed open the door and was just about to walk out.

"Lying ------ Ciiiii"

When Su Aya faced all kinds of demons and monsters, she didn't overreact, but made the scene outside the door startled.

In the door, there was a simple living room, facing the bathroom, and a man was standing in the toilet to pee, and Su Aya saw the man's back from the oblique mirror in the bathroom, so she felt so frightened.

"It's so exciting to come up, and the promotion script is really different."

Su Aya thought about it again and again, but went back and put on her shoes, because the floor was terriblely dirty, and the air was filled with the smell of incomplete burning of tobacco, mixed with the fumes from cooking food, and the smell of animals like cats and dogs like ---- have cats and dogs.

Xiao Zhuang followed, looking confused.

“Rua？”

The door behind her closed automatically, and Su Aya took advantage of the convenience of the person in the mirror, ready to take the little zombie out of the door, and then make a slightly "normal" appearance. --- because the first character a player meets in the play is usually very important, Su Aya naturally has to be cautious.

As soon as the crack of the door was opened, a ray of sunlight came in, and RuaRua screamed in fright, and before Su Aya could see what was going on, she slipped into the owner's closet as soon as she slipped through the smoke.

Su Aya couldn't care so much about it, so she hurried out of the door.

As far as the eye can see, the neighbors outside the house are inclined to Victorian architecture, and in 1888, you can find this kind of spire building with wooden planks and ventilation, which is considered a middle-class residence. ------ she had this inference.

Su Aya knocked on the door and began to "officially visit" the first NPC she met in the play...... Or "roles".

The bright red gate is hung with a golden nameplate engraved with a line of words.

【GiorGio-Moretti】

"Typical Italian name. George Moritty."

In fact, the reason why Su Aya is so sensitive to the word GiorGio is because of the well-known Italian designer Giorgio Armani, because the pronunciation of J in Italian is replaced by G, and the impression is also relatively deep.

There was silence inside the door, as if the owner was not at home. Judging from the state of the sun, it is almost four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Su Aya stopped outside the door and kept knocking on the door, she wanted to leave like this, Xiao Zhuang might have some accidents.

But immediately she didn't think so.

Two abrupt gunshots rang out from inside the door!

Su Aya banged the door.

"Mr. Moritty?! Mr. Moritty! At home? ”

The master opened a crack in the door.

Su Aya saw that in the crack of the door, there was a black and red eye, observing herself.

The gaze is cold, deep, cunning and smart.

"Who are you?" The man inside the door asked.

Su Aya pretended to be calm, with a set of self-cooked tones.

"Let's talk."

"You brought the corpse?" Inside the door, George clearly doesn't have a good temper.

"It's a long story." Su Aya tried her best not to tease the nerves of this NPC, but judging from the other party's methods of dealing with the walking corpse, he was a fairly professional guy.

The crack in the door opened slightly, and Su Aya saw the man with his head sideways, and his two eyes swept over her body, as if searching for any other weapons on her body.

"Come in." George opened the door.

Su Aya followed George's instructions, and just stepped into the door, when she heard the heavy sound of the door closing behind her, and her heart was not good.

Immediately after that, she felt a strong force in her arm, and in an instant she had been thrown onto the sofa, and in front of her was the muzzle of a black hole in front of her.

"Who are you? Orientals." George looks to be in his mid-thirties, with two mustaches.

"Are you asking about names or identities?" Su Aya is using language to delay time, and at the same time observing George's physical characteristics, in a vain attempt to find clues.

The body length is about 190 centimeters, the style is very old, the seams of the calf have been scattered, and he is a bachelor who has no wife to take care of his life.

Judging by the typical "long chin" shape, the gun in his hand is a product of the Remington company, a revolver pistol.

But......

The caliber is really exaggerated.

In the closet behind him, Su Aya could see two fist-sized holes in the little zombie's chest and head, which were the masterpieces of George.

"Identity." George was concise and to the point.

"Human." Su Aya replied without thinking.

"I've never seen a human summoning a walking corpse. But I've seen wizards who summon the walking dead." George pulls the ram as if he will pull the trigger at any moment.

"Is it your job to hunt wizards?" Su Aya followed the other party's words and asked for the camp step by step.

"It's more than that." George smiled, revealing his mouth full of gold teeth, and Su Aya could also see that the full name of George Moritty was inscribed on the gold teeth.

What a sassy man.

"And creatures like demons, spirits, ghouls. See what I found? A young wizard actually came to the door to beg for death? George said to himself that living alone for many years had caused him to develop this bad problem.

Su Aya: "So, you're a hunter?" ”

"Yes, I'm a hunter." George was not quite sure of Su Aya's identity, and he was so calm in the face of the muzzle that he decided to listen to this girl a few more words.

Su Aya took a deep breath.

"It coincided with the war, in fact, I am an ordinary person who fled from the Qing Dynasty, and there is a craft called chasing corpses in our customs, that is, the people who died in distant places become walking corpses, driven back to their hometowns, and returned to their roots. I'm not very good at history."

George choked the girl with an astonishing speed of speech. It took a long time to answer.

"Now it's the British Empire."

Su Aya stretched out her hand and spoke on behalf of the peace talks: "Hello! George Moritty, my name is Suaya."

Despite his friendly attitude, George still held a gun in one hand and symbolically shook Su Aya with the other.

"You said you're from the other side of the world, but I......'m done taking a nap," George said, opening the curtains, the sunlight streaming in, and the walking corpses scorching the light. I guess my wardrobe doesn't look like a coffin, right?"

Su Aya: "Yes. It's not like."

George: "So, why did you come to me?"

Su Aya observed George's words and deeds, as well as the decorations and items in the room.

There are many scars on the naked upper body, like marks of wild beast scratches, especially when Su Aya saw George's back in the mirror for the first time, he was a man who had experienced a hundred battles. In order to cover up those scars, the Italian tattooed a large Chinese character on those shocking scars.

【Extreme】

Brown hair, hair is very short, but it can be seen to be curly hair, the watch strap is scratched, often drinking, most of the drunk fatigue goes to bed directly, and the watch will not be removed.

There is a thick layer of calluses on the wrist joints and fingers, not only guns, pistols or rifles, he is a veteran, both hands are almost identical, the palm of his left hand has obvious scratches, and he often uses a bladed weapon.

There are many shining utensils, knives and forks, inlay coatings of ashtrays, silver filigree embroidery on the borders of hanging paintings and ornaments, almost all of them are silver vessels to ward off evil spirits.

"You're the best hunter of all." Su Aya grasped the key point of the promotion task. That is, the identity of the mentor role. Clearly, George Moritty is a mentor-level character.

"That's it?" George was stunned, and after a while, he finally put down the gun, with a helpless wry smile on his face, which also represented Su Aya to pass the first interrogation level in the script process safely.

The man began to busy his daily life, Remington rotated into the pocket and inserted the gun back into the pocket, the movement was casual and natural, and he was a veteran of using a gun. Without any clothes, he walked straight to the kitchen.

"You're so relieved of me?" Su Aya used the Dafa of Death again.

"Whatever you want to do." George began to prepare dinner, letting go of his hostility towards the sudden arrival of foreign travelers, "There is an English proverb, A bird is known by its note, and a man by his talk."

George brandished the knife in his hand, with an intoxicated look on his face, and his heart was relaxed.

"Thou treacherous and cunning chick, thou shalt hear the song of the nightingale, and the pure magic is about to overflow from my body, thou art a gifted hunter......"

[Translation: Listen to its song to know its birds, listen to its words to know its people. 】

"Evenings are hunters' working hours, and if you're interested in this business, I'm short of manpower."

Su Aya rubbed left and right in George's room, and after a while, she found George's clothes from behind the bedroom door, and also saw the name of the company on the work card.

Prudential Investment & Credit Insurance Corporation.

"Can I get into this business? Demon hunters or do they sell insurance?"

"As you like, we underwrite orders and protect our customers from evil cults." George said so-so, "If you don't like this job, and you are homeless, you can only come to me, I can also find you a big family to marry, in your Chinese words, remember to go to your husband's house to guard the woman's way, now it is similar to the Victorian era, you probably can't stand the kind of tight corset and tutu skirt, the British girl who only takes a shower once a week, with cosmetics with excessive lead content, when I kissed their face, I almost fainted from poison." All in all, even though I'm Italian, London is a comfortable city to live in. ”

In the face of the old driver's ridicule, Su Aya made a strong counterattack in a light tone.

"Actually, I'm a cute boy."