On a high slope a few hundred meters to the right of the main entrance to McConaughey Manor, Danny Francis and an elegant young man watched the lights in the distance. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The autumn wind blew, and the firelight flickered and dimmed, gradually illuminating the two pale and bloodless faces.

"That's your father, why don't you go down and help?" The young man asked,

"That was more than ten years ago, and now I only have a master, no father!"

With his immature face looming with the light of fire, Danny looked up at the sky, red and black, the line between red and black was like his fate at this time.

After a long time, Danny withdrew his gaze, a complicated expression on his face, and whispered, "Besides, he doesn't need my help!" ”

"Really?" The young man smiled, the sneer on his lips flashing away.

……

Time is sometimes a power.

In the era of madness and darkness, every family that has survived the baptism of the years and still stands has its basis and reason for existence.

Just like the Francis family, since Logan founded the Nance Chamber of Commerce, the thirty-decade prosperity has relied on more than just means and money.

There are a few other things.

As the night wore on, the spread of the fire was finally contained thanks to the combined efforts of the police and soldiers.

The light of the fire, which reflected half of the sky, began to fade, and the manor became dark and silent again.

With the evening breeze blowing and the ashes flying in the sky, the main villa of McConaughey Manor welcomed a special visitor.

He was muscular, with pale hair, but his face was not so old, with a scar under his left eye, an eyepatch engraved with a sword-shaped mark on his right eye, and a trench coat that could not see the light on his body, and his white hair was tied together haphazardly, hidden under a bulging cloak.

Geralt Livia, a famous Demon Hunter in the Southland, a close friend of Mayor Logan, and Hansel and Gretel's Demon Hunter.

He stood there silently, his body melting into the shadows where no light could be seen, and even his white hair faded with it.

The smell of blood, the stench of werewolves, and the smell of black powder.

Geralt carefully discerned the message left behind by the air, and his glowing one-eyed continued to move, finally froze at the main entrance that looked like an entrance to the abyss.

"Is this it?"

He muttered softly, his arm reaching behind his back, and drew a dull medieval sword from his cloak.

The sword was pitch black, and no light could be seen even in the firelight, as if it blended in with the night.

Geralt walked into the villa with a sword in one hand, chasing the breath of blood.

The lights in the villa were all extinguished, and the hall was dark, but the witcher, who had a good view, found the skinny corpse in the corner.

He walked over to the corpse and broke the deceased's head aside.

Two blackened blood holes appeared in the arteries of the neck, the wounds did not heal, and there was no blood flowing from them.

"Sure enough, it's a vampire!"

Geralt got up and followed the blood trail to the left hallway on the first floor.

There were also two bodies in the hallway, and the condition of the deceased and the location of the wounds were exactly the same as those of the guards just now.

Three corpses in a row, all of which had been drained of blood, and there were no traces of a struggle left at the scene.

Geralt suddenly became a little silent, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened and tightened,

The blood on the ground stretched eastward and disappeared in front of the door of the second house on the right.

Gently pushing the door open, there was no one in the room, and the room without candles seemed very quiet.

The witcher cautiously roamed the house, making out the general scene of the house by the occasional flash of fire in the distance.

The windows were open, and the evening breeze kept blowing, but the smell of blood in the house still lingered.

Geralt's nose twitched, and he followed the smell of blood to the desk, squatting down, his fingers pressed on the blackened carpet, a sticky sensation came from his fingertips, and a warm feeling,

Judging from this, the "young child" who couldn't control himself didn't leave for long.

"No, maybe not!"

Geralt whispered a silent thought, looking up, following the blood stains on the carpet to find the fireplace embedded in the wall.

He walked over to the fireplace and tapped his fingers where the blood had disappeared.

The two sounds, boom and knock, are so different in a calm environment.

"Darkroom or passageway? And where is the key to entry? ”

Geralt frowned, cat-like green eyes roaming around, bookshelves, tables and chairs, paintings, statues of deer heads, candlesticks......

Candleholder!

The gaze stopped at this inconspicuous little thing.

He stood up, walked to the menorah, reached out and touched the bottom of the menor, and then put it on the tip of his nose.

"The smell of human blood!"

"So it's here!"

He stretched out his hand and took hold of the candlestick, twisting it to the left, then to the right,

Click!

The sound of something breaking, followed by the sound of chains shifting from an unknown corner.

The floor in front of the fireplace sinks, revealing a downward, lightless passage.

Geralt had a serious expression on his face, took out a short crossbow from behind him, held a sword in one hand and a crossbow in the other, lowered his steps, and walked down cautiously like a cat.

Pushing open the wooden door at the end of the passage, countless lights appeared in the field of vision, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Candles, coffins, wine cabinets, altars, and an old man vomiting blood lying in front of the sarcophagus.

The old man looked up, and when he saw the familiar white hair, the familiar face, and the familiar scar on the face, he couldn't help but let out a loud howl,

"Geralt! How are you? ”

"Robin McConaughey, you've become like this."

The witcher's face was solemn, and his sword in one hand turned into a sword in both hands.

"Damn, why are you here."

The old man's face was hideous, and he took out a pistol from the coffin,

Bang!

The gunfire exploded, and the bullet crashed into the slashing sword, causing a blinding spark out of thin air.

Geralt stepped forward, his black sword pressing down and then suddenly rising.

The black ripples flickered.

Poof!

Robin's hand with the gun was broken shoulder-to-shoulder, and he let out a cry of pain and entered a vampire state, screaming and lunging at him.

The dull black sword drew a graceful arc, and Geralt raised his steps slightly, kicked hard with his right leg, and spun like a dancer to stagger past Robin.

The dark red blood flowed down the sword body in a stream, and the old man behind him went from static to moving, his legs were broken, his eyes were blind, blood foam was flowing down his throat, and his body was paralyzed on the ground like a wild cat with bones drawn.

"Geralt, you... You... Why? ”

Geralt looked up, his cat-like green eyes flashing with a hint of complexity, and the long sword stabbed into Robin's mouth, picking and falling, and sharp fangs and yellowed tongues appeared at the tip of the blade.

He sighed, checked in the dark room, and after finding nothing he was looking for, took out the string from his cloak, tied up the old friend, dragged him out of the villa step by step.

Not long after leaving the villa, on a remote road, after seeing the white-haired witcher who ushered in him, the deputy chief of the police department, Marven, and some policemen who sneaked in while the fire was fighting the fire, hurriedly walked out of the hiding place.

"Master Geralt, thank you for your hard work."

Geralt shook his head slightly, handed him the rope that tied Robin, and said,

"Tell Logan that I didn't find that thing."

After saying that, he glanced back at his old friend who was paralyzed on the ground and gasping for breath, and turned to leave.

And at this moment, the northern sky suddenly lit up, and a golden pillar of light rose into the sky, and the pillar of light came out of the ground, breaking through the clouds and not stopping, and the endless light spread to all sides, and even the clouds turned pale gold.

Geralt turned around and saw the light that broke through the sky, and the whole person was stunned, with a deep shock on his face,

"So the fable is right, you're really here!"

ps: I like the role of the white wolf very much, so I used it a little.