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This is the story of Canette the Witcher. Belongs to a parallel world.

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The World Tree, the 37th World, is inside the Mavidar Mountains.

On the silent forest path, the demon hunter Canette dragged his body listlessly, as if he had just owed a hundred euros.

The man's right eye is red and his left eye is orange-yellow. He had short black hair, little luggage on his back, and a cane. He had a silver sword at his waist and a dark silver crossbow.

Tonight is the Blue Moon. The blue moonlight shone all over the land, shining on every inch of the land. However, in this wood, for some reason, it always seems dark and deep, which is terrifying.

The woods were very quiet, and there was the howling of wild wolves everywhere. In the evening, the road, which was originally intended for horse-drawn carriages, is now devoid of pedestrians.

, there's something wrong with this atmosphere...... Canette tightened her cloak and felt a chill: "I'll have to find a place to spend the night tonight." Since the roads here are paved with stone slabs to facilitate horse-drawn carriages to pass by, there must always be some inns or something for people to rest and rest, right?

Sweeping his vision across a large area, the vision was so dim that Canette kept walking, not thinking about anything: it would be better to walk a little longer...... When you really can't hold on, just find a bush to sleep on.

This place doesn't look like a ghoul, so it should be pretty safe. So...... Well?

Rubbing his right eye, Canette suddenly felt that something was not right: the Demon Hunting Blood Pupil was slightly hot.

Pressing his hand to the scabbard, Canette stood still and began to look around, hoping to strike before he was attacked. However, the pain in the blood pupil only lasted for a moment before disappearing. In a few moments, a shadow demon scurried through the trees and fled into a cave.

There really are monsters in this...... Secretly relieved, Canette withdrew his silver sword and took a new step: if it was a Shadow Fiend, he didn't have to worry. They will not attack people easily if they are not stimulated, and they will only haunt people in the dark. So, it's the kind of monster that can open one eye and close one eye.

Taking out the kettle and taking a sip of water, Canette touched his thin money bag and couldn't help but feel a little worried: What should I do? There are no suitable demon hunting missions in the two towns I have passed through recently. If you go on like this, you can only drink the northwest wind.

Normally, every town will have a sign. Classes such as Demon Hunters or Mercenaries, who lick blood with the tip of a knife, will go to it to see if there are any commissions that can be accepted. For a witcher like Cannet, it's natural to go for a notice asking for a monster to be killed. As soon as he found a suitable commission, Canette would tear it off and then go to the employer to negotiate the price and details according to the contact information above.

One thing that particularly makes witchers difficult is that many employers don't understand the market and always give a fairly low initial commission. In this case, we can only negotiate as much as possible. However, employers in these small villages and towns often have a terrible low psychological price, so even if they negotiate the price, they will not be able to increase the remuneration much, but may even anger the other party, resulting in the failure to successfully contract the contract.

But no matter what the commission, give me a copy first!, dragging his tired body, Canette wanted to cry without tears: his horse had been slapped to death by the Rock Demon three days earlier, and now he could only walk. Because I couldn't afford to buy a horse, I had to walk for the past two months. But in this way, the mountain road here is almost like a broken leg.

...... What's worse is that I'm still lost! Canette wanted to slap himself in the face more and more: he had lost his map when he had lost his horse three days earlier. Before he could sense it, the map was blown by the wind and didn't know where it went.

But fortunately, lost is lost, and Carnet still stumbles back on the road this night. At that time, he almost hit his head on the ground in excitement, and then he chose a random direction to go one way to the dark.

I've never walked this path...... Even though he wasn't afraid of monsters as a demon hunter, Canette still felt uncomfortable from the moment he stepped inside: he always felt ...... Something is wrong here.

Although he understood that the dark mountains and forests were easy to fall into inexplicable fear, Carnet was clearly aware that this was not a psychological effect. In any case, the atmosphere is a little too weird.

It's like...... The terrifying aura that the dean exudes when he is angry. After thinking about it for a moment, Canette immediately came to this conclusion.

The dean of Cannet is a descendant of a blood demon and a werewolf, who inexplicably became a witcher hundreds of years ago. Canette rarely saw him angry, but the guy was so angry that he was able to tear up half of his house.

...... Especially at night with a full moon. You must not enter his house. Otherwise, most of them will be killed on the ground.

This dean, who was also Canette's mentor (though he asked Canette to call him dean), and the other Aya taught him all his fighting skills. (It is said that there should be five people in a regular witcher academy who teach different courses, but Canette and their academy are too few people) Generally speaking, Canette will only call Naia a master.

As for how little manpower this academy has...... Including Cannet, there were only five people in the entire academy. And the poor are going to die, and they eat boiled vegetables in plain water every meal. Even Aya had a bitter melon-like face when she swallowed her meal. At first, Canette couldn't understand why a good Demon Hunter Academy could be so poor, until he later embarked on a journey and realized that it was really a high-risk and low-income profession.

Carnett had been away from his home for a long time, that is, his college. He had embarked on a long journey to find the origin of the ancient amulet around his neck, and he could no longer go home to see it as often as he had done before.

This amulet...... Touching the Nether Iron Amulet around his neck, Canette sighed, confused: I've been looking for it for years, and I still haven't found any useful news. Now even life is a problem.

The talisman is circular in shape, with a white circular magic circle carved into the black underside of the Nether Iron. A stout, bronze bolt of lightning lay horizontally in the circle, and a demon hunter's silver sword was carved diagonally into it. Carnet was picked up and raised by the college at the gate of the courtyard from a young age, and is said to have worn the amulet around his neck.

...... I must be crazy to find out where this amulet came from...... Canette sighed self-deprecatingly: The World Tree is so big, there are thirty-seven worlds from the top to the bottom of the trunk. One world alone can make people break their legs, how do I find them?