The lazy summer sun shone on a depressed street next to the inn, and in a nondescript corner of this street lay a small tavern. Green vines wrap along the mottled old brick walls around the caramel-colored wooden signboard on which the shop's name, "Twilight Wind," is carved into it.

Orange-yellow sunlight shines through the tavern shutters, casting mottled marks on the gray walls.

In the quiet shop, the proprietress in an apron gently wiped the wine glasses on the counter, and on the bar in front of her, sat the most eye-catching customer in the store, a beautiful young man wearing white short sleeves.

He drank in silence, a pile of weapons and equipment piled on the floor next to him, and the arc of the bulge was like a tomb.

“......”

The young and beautiful proprietress secretly looked at him, put down the polished wine glass, and stroked the lines on the wooden counter with her fingers. It's not the first time she's met the other party, and it can be seen from those weapons and equipment that he's a witcher.

However, such a young witcher is really rare.

She looked at the perfect silhouette of the other party in the sunset, and she couldn't help but feel a little sympathy in her heart, and subconsciously regarded the other party as a person who had been burdened with a desolate past, had undergone cruel training at a young age, and had to set foot on the demon hunting battlefield.

The diners around him also deliberately kept their distance from him, talking in a low voice, which was not a kind of cold alienation, but a kind of respect and humility, which is also the common attitude that most people have towards witchers at present.

......

The Dreadbeast's invasive invasiveness in the darkness led directly to the creation of the Witcher profession, which ranged from regular temple-trained witchers to irregular witchers who took risks for bounty, justice, or revenge.

Regardless of whether it is formal or not, hunting the Dreadbeast is currently an absolutely just cause, so the Empire also has an attitude of wooing and encouraging these people who take risks, and the attitude of the people is of course similar.

As long as the character of the demon hunter is not too bad, he will be respected by others wherever he goes.

The demon hunter himself lives a life of licking blood with a knife head, and those who can survive will not be short of money, and they also enjoy this spiritual wealth more, so in just over a year, they have developed their own rules in the industry.

These rules that do not become, under the strong impetus of Ivan, were quickly accepted by the authorities and named the Demon Hunting Ordinance.

1. Demon hunters are responsible for killing dreadbeasts and never aim their weapons at humans.

2. Demon hunters must maintain high moral conduct and never associate with criminals.

3. Demon hunters give priority to protection, not killing, and must not harm innocent people for the sake of hunting and trapping dreadbeasts.

If the above criteria are met, the Witchers of the Irregular Channels will also be able to enjoy the benefits of the Temple for regular Witchers, and if they die unfortunately, they will be eligible to be buried in the tombs of sacrifices and nobles (which is very important for the Menes who care about the afterlife).

If you can't do that, you will be stripped of your status as a witcher, and even if you kill the dreadbeast, you won't get a bounty, and you are more likely to be ostracized by the rest of the witchers or even killed.

Good self-discipline, a generally recognized just cause, and the favor given by the authorities, it is only natural that the witchers are respected.

......

Pleasant wind chimes rang, and the heavy wooden door with the bells hung was opened.

"Welcome, do you want to have some?"

Her long chestnut hair was gently swayed by the breeze that came in when she opened the door, and the proprietress smiled at the customers who entered the door while wiping her thin white fingers on her apron.

The visitor was a beautiful girl full of heroic spirit, her pretty face flushed with sweat was shining in the sun, her tall figure was draped in a covered sunshade cloak, she took off her hood, and her long red hair was tied into a ponytail to look fresh and capable.

She walked straight over to the young witcher and pulled out a stool and sat down.

With the sound of the stool being pulled open, Ivan spoke:

"How about a cold beer?"

"The juice was good. ”

Renee snapped her fingers handsomely, and the same color unceremoniously snatched Evan's cup, drank the cold beer that had become a little hot in one gulp, and gently stroked the residual moisture on the edge of the cup with her neatly trimmed white fingers.

"The juice you wanted. ”

The proprietress squinted her eyes as she served the juice, and her pupils shone with curiosity.

"Thank you!"

Renee took the clay cup and took a sip, the sweet and crisp sensation filled the taste buds, and the juice slid down her throat, unusually pleasant.

"Recently I have some new information. ”

"What?"

"There is a possibility that the Dreadbeast will move south on a large scale. ”

Ivan noticed the proprietress pricked up her ears, and didn't care about her eavesdropping, anyway, it was some sensational news, and no one would believe it, so he lowered his voice and continued:

"Based on my recent discoveries, dreadbeasts have swarms, which may mean that they have begun to consciously concentrate their forces in preparation for an explosion. It may even be ...... Among them have emerged more advanced, commanding dreadbeasts. ”

"Let's go out and talk!"

Renee took his hand and rushed out of the tavern with a serious expression, and the two quickly disappeared into the warm summer sun.

......

The two walked in the shade of the streets, Rao is Evan has grown a lot taller in the past year, and he walked with Renee, who is 1.8 meters tall, and they are still a pair of intimate sisters and brothers.

"You are the invisible leader of the witchers, the one with the Eye of Judgment, and you have absolute authority in this regard. I'm not in a position to question you, but do you know what your discovery means?"

Renee looked at the gradually low sunset in the distance and said distractedly.

"Of course I know. ”

Evan nodded lightly and glanced at her fair side face:

"The Imperial side should be prepared, and according to my inference, the site of the first wave should be in the Lower Menes region, and we must concentrate our forces on this war. ”

"I'll tell the queen the truth. ”

Renee narrowed her eyes, feeling the breeze coming towards her, and suddenly asked, "Don't you want to go home?" ”

"Of course I want to go home. ”

Ivan stopped, looked at the female officer in the shade of the tree, and said with a smile:

"But hunting dreadbeasts is a mission rather than a task for me, and I won't stop working until I can do it without them. ”

For more than a year, the Dreadbeasts he killed accounted for one-third of the hunting rate, which was enough to barely maintain the Empire's offensive against monsters.

Evan couldn't imagine how rampant the Dreadbeast would be if he retired.

Moreover, killing the Dreadbeast to collect the Nightmare Breath is of great benefit to his Hades Demon Dao, and it has only been ten months, and the strengthening of the body is already close to the mature body, which can be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds. It would be nice to be able to maintain this momentum, and everything other than studying abroad can be put on hold.

"I see. ”

Renee looked at him deeply, her beautiful red pupils flickered, and finally closed it gently: "All in all, this is not your war alone, you must take care." ”

"I'll be safe. ”

Seeing the female officer's concerned look, Evan suddenly remembered something important, and took out a stack of manuscript paper from his arms: "This is the research progress of this month, you can take it and give it to your cousin." ”

During this period of time, he has been busy, delivering manuscripts on time every month, and the arithmetic problems in his primary school textbooks are almost finished

"You're such an energy monster......"

Renee took the paper and muttered it into her arms, her expression full of incredulity.

She really couldn't understand how it was possible for a person to focus on two extremely mind-consuming things at the same time, could it be that the other party had two heads!?

......

The night light of the town outside the window sprinkled on the hotel, making everything feel like it was in the transparent water.

“......”

Ivan woke up from his cultivation and looked past the open window. Outside, there are secluded forest paths, dappled with trees, and some unknown nocturnal creatures are chasing and playing, quiet and peaceful. Sniffing the faint scent of flowers, he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment of tranquility.

At this time, the night breeze blew in from the window, bringing an inexplicable chill.

He subconsciously opened his eyes, and when he looked out the window again, he found that it was already completely dark outside, and the tall tree-like plants had a vague outline, and the thin moonlight poured in, becoming the only light in the room.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and the whining of the wind was heard in his ears from time to time, and for some reason, Evan felt as if something was staring at him in the dark, and his whole body was covered with goosebumps.

Rustling ——!

The night wind suddenly became stronger, and the lush foliage was blown to the west, like countless shadows whispering.

"What's going on!?"

Ivan looked at everything in front of him, showing a vigilant expression, now that he had enough self-control ability, he would not absorb the primordial nightmare aura, and of course it would be impossible to enter the realm of nothingness.

In other words, what is happening in front of you is never an illusion.

At this moment, a vague figure flickered through the window.

"Who is it!?"

He hurriedly got up and chased out, followed the other party to the corridor, and watched the other party's figure quickly disappear into the depths of the corridor, the candlelight on both sides kept flickering, giving people an inexplicable sense of treachery.

Evan chased all the way to the end of the corridor, but found no trace of the other party, so he knocked his head hard, suspecting that he was dreaming.

At this time, there was no one else in the entire corridor, and the surroundings were empty, and there was a cold and eerie atmosphere under the dim candlelight. Several dark shadows spread across the floor, silent, as if they were just projections of trees outside the window, but they could freely attach themselves to the ground and walk through it.