Hiding in the shadowy woods, Canette clutched his stomach and trembled in pain: starvation, starvation...... I'll have to steal something to eat when I'm in the village. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I wanted to buy it, but you didn't sell it to me!, Canette resented that to drive out a hungry and weary traveler on such a night would be to kill him. What's more, it's so dangerous in the woods.

The woods not far away made a "rustling" tremor at an inopportune time. At the same time, the crawling sound of ghouls was heard. This had to make demon hunters more vigilant in case of a possible attack.

In this kind of mountain village, you should never leave the village at night. There will always be creatures like ghouls, shadow demons, and freaks hanging around. If you stay in the village, as long as there are lights, these monsters will hardly come close.

Speaking of which, the most fucking thing is that there is a tavern in this village! Listening to the sound of the river, Canette almost exploded: But he won't let me in......

...... Damn, do you need to be so wary of me?" glancing at the new archers at the door, the witcher had to bend his body and try to get around the shallow river beach outside the woods under the cover of night.

"Gaga...... Hah!" A ghoul suddenly sprang out of the grass and began to stare at Canette warily, waving his claws as if he was hesitating to attack the witcher.

There's no time to play with you...... Pulling out his cane and poking the enemy away, Canette absentmindedly remained in a crouching position, observing the villagers who were returning to the fence: what were they nervous about?

It stands to reason that witchers should be neutral and not interfere in things they shouldn't...... After struggling for a moment, Canette tried to convince himself: Well, it's nothing to just investigate a little. Anyway, if no one entrusts me with a demon hunting mission, I must not meddle in my affairs. Otherwise, it would be bad if something happened because you didn't know the inside story.

Seeing that the ghoul came to sneak closer to him again, Canette turned his head angrily: If it weren't for the fear that the sound would reveal the location, I would have stabbed you to death with a silver sword.

Carnett's MONOCULUS turned a glowing cyan in an instant, and she exercised mind control over the ghoul, forcing her back to her lair. Then, he turned his head and stared intently at the group of villagers who were scattering back into the house one after another.

You're finally done with it...... Taking a breath, Canette ran to the shallow river beach when the light of the torch disappeared behind the fence: the whole village could not have been so neatly fenced, there must have been a gap. All you need to do is find the gap.

Sure enough, he ended up in a rocky place where he had been born and entered the village. Having managed to avoid the night watchmen, Canette began to nervously consider where to steal something to eat in the first place.

If you want to eat, you have to go to the tavern...... Turning his gaze to the only three-story building in the village, Canette looked at the empty stables beside it, and circled carefully: it was supposed to be inhabited by merchants and travelers who came and went every day, and now there were no horses or carriages?

They won't all be driven away, will they...... Glancing at the stables, Canette noticed something else she hadn't noticed before: the hay and water troughs in the stables had apparently not been cleaned for days, meaning that there was no one staying at home these nights. What are the days these days? Canette felt a strange uneasiness more and more: no matter what, it was important to eat first.

Keeping an eye on the patrolling villagers, Canette began to move cautiously towards the tavern. The moonlight of the blue moon was particularly dim on this night, providing a lot of convenience for the witchers who infiltrated inside.

Obviously, almost half of the young men in the village were out on patrol. It's as if tonight is some particularly important night and all outsiders must be expelled. And this is still expected, because the pointed wooden fences have been newly erected in the past few days. However, to be honest, the population of this village is too small, no matter how you look at it, there are only about thirteen or fourteen households. So even if all the men were to go out, there wouldn't be manpower.

But these guys have dogs...... Canette was a little weak about it: it would be bad if it was smelled. I feel like if they really found out that I had infiltrated the village, they might hack me to death.

Anyway, he sneaked into the kitchen of the tavern, where the lights had been turned off, locked the door, and stole cheese, pastrami, and bread. After finally eating half to death, Canette gasped for breath and began to pat his stomach, and thought with satisfaction what to do next: he couldn't just sneak out of the village, but he had to see what was going on here.

Closing his eyes, the witcher pondered for a moment and began to sort out what was wrong: the village had newly built a wooden fence these days, and sent night watchmen to patrol it to prevent anything from attacking the village. In addition, it seems that accommodation is not accepted for several days.

Could it be that something was going on to do with souvenirs? Carnett immediately thought of it: besides...... Well?

Noticing a strange noise outside, Canette threw away the bread in his hand and began to frown and listen: it seemed to be some kind of persistent wail of pain. It came from a nondescript wooden house.

Who makes such a cry in the middle of the night...... Leaning back slightly, Canette glanced out of the window in confusion, was she having a nightmare or something?

However, it doesn't seem that simple. Many people who were patrolling were nervous when they heard this. Speaking in strange dialects, they began to approach the hut with torches, leaving only a few to keep watch in the vicinity. Then, a burly man took out a key and stabbed open the door, and walked in with several people very nervously.

Hmm, is there anything special in that hut...... After pondering for a moment, Canette felt a sense of confusion growing in his doubts. The screams grew louder and louder, as if they were suffering a great deal of pain.

However, not long after the men entered the hut, the screams disappeared.

Confused, Canette poked his head out again and activated the Demon Eye to enter the Demon Hunting Vision. In the range of his blood-red gaze, he zoomed his field of view closer and finally saw what was going on inside the dimly lit room: there was a straight ladder leading to the ground in the room, and he had to climb down to see what was going on inside.

I couldn't turn my eyes, and I had to crawl down to see what was inside...... What to do?