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John stepped over the doorway and stretched long before the afternoon sun, his face filled with indescribable relief.

One step, two steps, he strolled on the grass, wantonly feeling the coolness and refreshment of the early autumn season, a breeze blowing, the grass and trees stirred, the fragrance of flowers surrounded the tip of his nose, and in an instant the whole body and mind flew up.

The mountains and water are clear and frosty at night, and several trees are dark red and light yellow;

Try to go up to a high-rise building to clear your bones, how can it be like a spring madness.

An autumn poem by Liu Yuxi says that this situation is complete.

John's hands are behind him, high-spirited, taking figure-eight steps, looking at the beautiful scenery around him, and tasting it from time to time, that carefree posture is like a genius who scratches his head and writes in ancient China.

Unfortunately, when he turned his gaze to the right and saw Andrew Butler standing motionless under the shadow of the tree, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had suddenly eaten.

This old dog actually waited here for two hours.

John looked around and found that he had unconsciously walked into the dense forest, and when there were only the two of them around, he couldn't help but swallow and spat at the mouth, and his liver trembled.

All right! You're amazing!

If you don't have a gun, you can't afford to mess with you!

John, who had made up his mind, continued to walk forward, looking calm, and when he was about to walk to Andrew's side, a cold chill suddenly hit, and even the temperature around him dropped a lot.

It's not good, this old dog is going to do it!

John's mind was in a hurry, and there was horror in his eyes, but his steps did not change in the slightest, and when he came to his side, he suddenly stopped, pretended to glance behind him, and whispered,

"Mr. Andrew, do you want to know what we talked about in there?"

"No matter what you say, you're going to die!"

Andrew turned around, the hem of his clothes was windless, and his whole body exuded a strong murderous intention.

"Really?"

John smiled and whispered a few words in his ear, then patted him on the shoulder, and drifted away in a burst of laughter.

Behind him, Andrew, who was still full of murderous intent just now, somehow changed his face in an instant, his body trembled, his eyes flickered, and even leaked a look of horror, and he didn't know what John had just said to him, and he actually scared him like this.

……

At the same time, at the back of the church, a flame rises, spreads, and under Mars's deliberate control, it turns into a flaming flame, surrounding the two storerooms that should not have existed.

Mars threw away the torch in his hand and exclaimed,

"Teacher, are we really going to work with that bastard?"

"Why, you don't want to!"

Mars didn't answer, but the answer was all written on that face.

The priest shook his head slightly, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the weak, unwilling, hateful screams coming from the storeroom.

Five minutes later, the screams died down, and the priest reopened his eyes, their dark brown eyes reflecting a fiery red flame, as if his eyes were burning.

At this moment, he suddenly spoke,

"Who do you think killed that werewolf?"

The Templar frowned, pondered for a moment, and then whispered,

"I can't guess, but judging by the wound on his neck, that man must not be an ordinary human, let alone John Condon!"

"Yes! If it's not John Condon, who would it be? The priest said to himself,

"The strength beyond the limits of the body, and the use of metal weapons, apart from ourselves, there are only two possibilities left."

"Witchers, vampires!"

The same name came out of the two mouths in unison, and the two glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Needless to say, vampires are born enemies of the Church, and the Brotherhood of Witchers, an organization founded less than three hundred years ago, has no harmonious relationship with the Church, and because of ancient disputes and innate ideological discord, the two organizations will still have some sparks from time to time.

But the first problem in front of the two of them is John Condon, who has to go to great lengths to come here since he has backup, why?

Survive? Heritage? Or something else?

The priest frowned, and kept thinking, as the events of the past two days filtered through his mind, strange premonitions involuntarily popped up, but no matter how much he thought deeply, he could not find the source of this premonition.

"I know that guy didn't have a good heart!"

Mars's face was hideous, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he shouted,

"I'll get him back!"

As soon as he said and did, Mars was just about to set off when he was stopped by the priest,

"Don't go."

"Teacher!"

Father Doron raised his hand, did not let him continue, stood there in silent thought, and after a while, suddenly asked a very strange question,

"What kind of man is John Condon, you say?"

Mars was stunned and said with disdain on his face,

"A clown with some guts, who has no other skills than juggling, performing, and fooling people."

"Really?"

The priest answered, with an unpredictable smile on his face,

Seeing him like this, Marston was displeased,

"Am I wrong?"

Father Duolun shook his head slightly, with some disappointment in his eyes, and said,

"Mars, go! Go fulfill your contract, stay with John Condon, and see what kind of person he is. ”

With that, he left the burning sacred land with his hands behind his back.

……

No matter how big the world is, there are no more than two words - people and home.

People are still there, but the home is gone, which in itself is not very happy.

John went back to his cottage and looked at the broken wooden door, at the drawing boards and bookshelves piled up outside, at the wall panels that could be seen through at a glance.

Somehow, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

The nest of more than ten years is gone.

John sighed, and was just about to step forward, but I don't know who shouted,

"The Giant Wolf Killer is here."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and the hired men who were repairing the house turned their heads one after another, and when they saw John on the path, they couldn't help but show reverence in their eyes.

"The eldest young master, it's the eldest young master!"

"The eldest young master is back."

"The Giant Wolf Killer is here."

"Giant Wolf Slayer!"

"Wave Killer!"

……

I don't know who is coaxing, but gradually, the scattered voices become uniform, as if rehearsed in advance, and even the black slaves working in the distance stop what they are doing and look at this side curiously.

"Alright, alright!"

With his hands pressed down, and with a modest and reserved smile on his face, John greeted everyone, and went around to the garden on the right side of the cottage, and found a place to sit and close his eyes in contemplation.

A few minutes later, the sound of hurried footsteps came from far and near, and the people had not yet arrived, but the voice of concern had already come,

"Young Master, how are you, are you okay!"

John opened his eyes and looked at Aunt Debbie, who was full of nervousness, and couldn't help but smile comfortingly, perhaps only in front of this woman who had been taking care of him, he would find a feeling of complete relaxation.

"Don't worry, it's just a little hungry, the rest is fine."

Hearing this, Debbie looked at John carefully, and after making sure that there were no wounds on his body, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and said,

"Young master, you wait here, I'll order the kitchen to prepare lunch for you."

"By the way, what do you want to eat?"

John thought for a moment and said,

"A pasta, a plate of fruit salad, a bacon and Austrian steak, and a bottle of wine." After a pause, as if thinking of something, he changed his words,

"I have a friend who is coming in a moment, so I will prepare another one according to the recipe I just made and bring it over."

"Okay!"

Debbie nodded, didn't ask more, and walked briskly out of the garden.

ps: the first update,

The second is a little later, and it is estimated that it is a little late.