John Condon,

The simple four words made Blake fall into endless panic, he couldn't believe that the human who acted resolutely and resolutely was his brother, the cowardly and fearful literary man. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But the eye does not deceive,

And as the memories gradually deepened, Blake discovered a terrible thing, the figures of the two of them actually slowly overlapped in their minds, and they were not bad at all.

He was John Condon, and that was the result of a rational analysis.

He could never be John Condon, that's Blake's heart.

Something he had never thought of came about like this, and the confused Blake kept slapping his head and cursing viciously,

"What the fuck is going on?"

……

When the sky is clear, the day's work begins again,

In the town of Karen, a few dozen miles east of Condon Plantation, a strange recruitment notice has the once peaceful town boiling.

On the bulletin board of the town, a brand new square paper is slapped in the center.

The paper reads:

In the near future, there are signs of giant wolf activity around the plantation, and in order to avoid casualties and the destruction of the farm, demon hunters who can fight the giant wolf are recruited.

The requirements are as follows:

1. Be in good health and have no disability,

2. Have the experience of fighting with giant wolves,

There is no limit to the number of men and women, the number of people is not limited, the honorarium is generous, and an interview is required.

If you are interested, you can come to Conton Plantation, Mississippi.

............................. - John Condon

.............................-October 1852

After reading this recruitment letter, the fluffy old man who was crowded at the front suddenly spoke,

"John Condon, it won't be the eldest young master of Condon Manor!"

Someone next to him chimed in, "Who else but him?" ”

"But doesn't he just like to hide in the house and draw? Why messed with the giant wolf. ”

The old man said suspiciously, but he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, the eyes around him suddenly gathered, and there was a faint mockery,

"Am I not right? Why do you look at me like that? The old man was not careful, and his voice immediately raised a few dozen decels.

Behind him, the curly-haired fat man with a cigarette roll said, "Uncle, when you open your mouth, I know that you haven't been out for a long time." ”

"You know what? Something big happened recently! ”

"Big deal, how big is it?" The old man asked curiously,

The fat man smiled hesitantly and said mysteriously,

"Just the night before, a group of giant wolves broke into Condon Plantation,

Alerted, John Condon flew up and joined the Templar Mars in confronting the wolves, which burned all night before stopping.

Do you know who wins in the end? ”

Speaking of this, the fat man deliberately paused for a moment, looked at the shocked eyes around him, and said proudly, "Of course, it's our Young Master Condon and Lord Paladin, who not only teamed up to drive away the giant wolf, but also cut off the head of a giant wolf with his own hands while pursuing. ”

Hiss!

As soon as the words fell, those around who didn't know the news gasped, and their eyes flashed with a thick shock, that was a giant wolf, his head was actually cut off, and the eldest young master was too powerful.

But he's so powerful, why do you still hire witchers?

A brief question came to mind, and then the account below the fat man was drowned in the corner of memory.

Rumors spread faster than expected, and just one day later, news that Master Condon and the Templars had teamed up to kill the wolf had already spread throughout the nearby villages and towns.

Even with the continuous hype between people, the content of the message has changed dramatically, becoming exaggerated and full of magic.

And the name John Condon is also unknowingly well-known, and has become the only talking point before and after tea.

……

In the unnamed tavern in the centre of Cullen.

As the clock rang at nine o'clock, a sleepy Hansel walked out of the room,

Strange outfit, sloppy appearance, panda-like dark circles, if it weren't for the short-barreled gun hanging from his waist, he would be an out-and-out homeless man.

Bite! A crunch,

A coin flew out of his hand, flew through the air, and landed accurately on the table in front of Tom, the owner of the restaurant.

"A glass of ale!"

Tom held down the rotating metal coin, put it in his hand and looked at it, and said helplessly,

"Mr. Witcher, a glass of ale costs four cents, and you gave one."

Hearing this, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face, and Han Seel, who was stretching his muscles, suddenly froze there.

Seeing him like this, the tavern keeper Old Tom sighed, shook his head slightly, put away his coins, went into the kitchen, took a few slices of toast and half a cup of hot coffee and put them on the table in front of him,

"The beer is gone, but there's still a little bit for breakfast."

Looking at that scruffy face, old Tom thought for a moment, sat down across from him, and said,

"I've always been grateful to you for solving the witch incident, but,

Mr. Hansel, I have to remind you that as of 9 a.m. today, you have not paid your room for three consecutive days. ”

"Three days!"

Hansel, who was stuffing bread slices into his mouth, paused, looked up, and said with a surprised face, "I don't think it took long!" ”

Hearing this, Tom was suddenly unhappy, took out a long note from his pocket and slapped it on the table, and said in an unkind tone,

"I remember that you have all kinds of bills every day since August 3rd, including accommodation, food, and ale, all of which were cleared three days ago, but not a single cent has been paid in these three days, sir, if you don't believe it, you can check it yourself, and see if I have ......."

Before he finished speaking, a sound of rhythmic footsteps suddenly came from behind him, followed by a faint fragrance of gardenias,

As the footsteps approached, a veined palm appeared in front of Hansel, snatching the cup of fresh, hot coffee.

Gretel, whose hair was scattered, let out a long yawn and leaned on top of Hansel, with the laziness of having just woken up,

The simple tight skirt was wrapped around the plump body, a pair of eyes were half-open and half-closed, with a hazy sleepiness, and the clothes on the chest were slightly hemped, inadvertently revealing two delicate arcs.

"What are you arguing about?" Gretel said listlessly,

"It's nothing, it's just a small thing."

"A trifle?"

Gretel pouted, if it was a trivial matter, the usually gentle old Tom would be so angry, he casually swept around, and when he saw the note that was pressed under Hansel's arm, he instantly understood.

"Looks like we owe money again."

In this regard, Hansel shrugged, the bounty he got from killing the witch last time had been spent, and he had no choice when it came to such a thing,

What's even more troublesome is that the nearby witch den has almost been swept away by their brother and sister, and it is impossible to find some extra money.

If you think about it, you can only change places.

Hansel muttered to himself in his heart, looking somewhat helpless.

The witcher seems to be free and feared, but at the same time he is free, he must endure a life of exile, and when he is feared, he must also ignore the strange stares cast behind him.

However, just as he was thinking about how to scrape together enough coins, a new recruitment notice appeared on the front of the restaurant with the sound of horses' hooves.

Hansel stepped forward, took down the notice, swept it up and down, and said to himself,

"Wolf, Honorarium, Condon Plantation, John Condon."

In an instant, he seemed to have found a way to make money.