After a bloody baptism at Fort York, Diggie hummed a ditty into the collection room.

Then, after pondering the various instruments placed inside, he struggled for a while before carrying the violin out of the castle gate. But when I first walked out on the street, I found a little girl with a black hooded cloak (hunter's cloak) to wear, and I always felt that something was missing.

Biased towards her bloody little head, she thought and ran back again, carrying a few fire lamps and throwing them in the small courtyard. After a while, looking at the castle where the fire spread, the shortcomings in her heart were satisfied.

- It's on fire!!

The quiet streets were broken by fire. The noise, the lifting of water, and the shouting of people began to gradually become noisy. Mixed with the crowd, the little girl standing on the side vaguely felt a little wrong when she saw this scene.

"Why is it different from that demon?" she felt that her way of acting was a bit problematic for people, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

The fruitless troubles were quickly abandoned by her, and when she saw a familiar black carriage burst into view, Diggie pulled down her wide hood and disappeared from the corner of the street.

She didn't know that because of her own incident, not only did she erect a mortal enemy, but also alarmed the Yanan Hunter Council.

Soon, in a dimly lit conference room, a little candlelight flickered on the table. On the high-backed chairs surrounding the round table, several figures in black cloaks sat all over, each exuding subtle and powerful fluctuations, gathered to discuss the 'Mary Incident'.

Syllable!

A yellowed photograph was thrown on the table by a person, and on it was a little girl sleeping soundly in a blue nightgown, "The blockade of Neverwinter Town has been going on for a while. But the hunters who took over the task below have not moved so far. ”

"It's been five days, and there hasn't been any movement!" "The voice that spoke was more anxious, "There are still three days left over there in the Blood Hall, and the training seeds will begin, such as ....."

A calm and powerful voice interrupted him: "If not, then no, tell them the truth." Anyway, nothing good happened to those seeds in the past. Oh, the blood plan .... I don't know how many excellent Yanan hunters have been ruined!"

The person who spoke was the current president of the Hunters' Council, and he had already made a solid decision about 'Mary' as soon as he said it.

In the open space behind the table, a hunter kneeling on the ground suddenly said, "I'm sorry, President. I'm going to keep looking!"

In the dim light, the hunter had a messy beard, a decadent expression, and a firm look in his eyes, "Isn't there still a witch in Neverwinter Town.... Didn't you look for it in the slums? she must have been taken away by the people inside!

The calm and powerful voice suddenly sounded deafeningly, and asked him, "York, are you serious?"

"Yes!" said York, looking up at a burly figure at the table.

After a moment of silence, "Okay, since you insist, let's temporarily deprive you of your status as a hunter and look for it in your own name." May Mary bless you. ”

"May Mary be blessed. I'm leaving, thank you, President Ludwig. With his request approved, York breathed a sigh of relief and got up to leave the room.

Then there was silence again, and for a long time a voice said, "Is this all right, Luther?"

"Nothing bad. The burly figure said lightly. Suddenly, in front of him, the desktop fog surged, and several scrawny big-headed imps emerged from the fog, hugging each other and sending out a recorded sound.

...... (not water word count, omitted)

After listening, "Do you need to call York back? The second umbilical cord is no longer here." ”

"No, I don't. President Ludwig spread out his palm, and the red and black essence of blood gushed out from his palm with great coercion, and intertwined the map of the six major plates of the Sara region on the round table, and said:

"Now all that's left is our Yanan plate, and the Mia plate of the bright gangs. Not long ago, the Yami plate has been recaptured by the demons, and now it's two to four, and it's time for those abyss scum to take action. ”

Some of the skeptical high-level executives immediately came to an end to York.

"It's all about reviving Yanan's former glory. Now the meeting is adjourned!" Ludwig saw that they understood, and suddenly disappeared into a cloud of red light, and the others left one after another.

In the northeast corner of Wudong Town, a dilapidated wooden and stone shack is scattered on this land. Compared with the rest of the town, it looks so dilapidated and deserted, and a sense of déjà vu of the poor class arises.

In one of the humble wooden houses, Diggie sat curled up on the floor, lighting a fire and carefully roasting his food.

Beep beep beep ...... The aroma of oil made her little nose constantly stir, and oral secretions continued to grow.

"The book says sprinkle some salt and incense powder on it... Well, it's the white powder and the green powder. Resisting the temptation, she picked up a lump from a small pouch on the ground and threw it on top of the baked food, and then threw the same from another pouch.

As for the origin of the spices, they were all snatched from her, just like her current place of peace. In the past few days, she has faced revolt from refugees and attacks by jobless thugs, but now within a 100-meter radius of her hut, it is as quiet as a ghost.

After that, Diggie stared at the barbecue with big eyes, and cut a large piece with a small knife stained with blood, and was not afraid to bite down on it.

".....Sure enough, according to the human way of making, it feels different, but it's a little salty... And bitter?" the little girl ate with a greasy mouth, and her little hands rubbed the cloak on her body from time to time.

Suddenly, light footsteps walked in, squeaking, "Yo, little Mary, your Uncle Crane has come to see you~" A tall, thin man dressed in fancy bells and whistles, wearing a funny clown mask on his face, pushed the door in.

He looked at Diggie in a good mood, and there seemed to be bugs in his green greasy hair. He didn't care about the familiar shape of the roast on the fire, he took out a piece of solitaire and cut off a piece from it, and swallowed it himself.

Oh~ His face under the mask seemed to be twisted into a ball. Clown Crane made an exaggerated vomit: "Little Mary, have you poisoned it? What a good piece of meat, you have spoiled it like this." ”

In the face of the self-cooked goods, the little girl has a lot of experience. He put his little hand on the witchcraft book on the ground, took it into his arms, and then stared at him with silent eyes, as if to say, 'You're not welcome here, get out!'

She also had no choice, and this product suddenly broke into her life two days ago. In the face of this kind of weirdo who can't be beaten and can't be beaten, but he doesn't need to be strong, Diggie is really powerless. This thing and the demon named Yoga had been equated in her heart.

But that's not the reason why she can tolerate him.

"Oh ~ little Mary ~ come, uncle will teach you a hand, look at it. Then Clann, the clown, spread out his two large pale hands with distinct knots to her, signaling that there was nothing.

Then, like a show of skill, a brilliant green light appeared between his fingers, attracting Diggie's attention. At this moment, his wrist turned, and the meat on the fire frame floated in his palm like a teleportation. Then the green light jumped on it, and the food that was difficult to swallow in the blink of an eye became a shiny delicacy.

"Eat it or not~!" he moved it to the little girl, still greeted with coldness.

Oops~ Seeing this, he scratched his hair with a little headache and lifted the clown mask on a small section. An ugly mouth with bare gums as if it had been burnt appeared, and it bit down on the flesh.

Haw, haw, clown Crane's chewing voice was exaggerated, and his tone was covetous: "Little Mary ~ come ~ please me, I will teach you this witchcraft." The young inheritor of Denver O~"

Yes, Diggie was able to tolerate him because he knew witchcraft and had the intention of teaching himself. The key is that there is no malice at all, and it is inexplicably attractive to her. It's like two people with the same personality, like two strangers with the same personality and the same preferences, and they suddenly meet each other like sympathy.

- He won't hurt himself, this feeling is extremely clear.

Push~

When the little girl heard this, the little hand pushed the book that had no other records of witchcraft except for the 'Denver Mystery Body' to him.

This act of obvious intent caused the clown to laugh. It seemed that tears were about to burst into laughter, "What are we? It's a villain~ It's an evil wizard! How can you believe so easily, a scumbag like me?"

Interesting, interesting, I read that right..... Crane thought to himself, his ugly mouth splitting in a hideous arc. With interesting words, take her to appreciate the unknown world of black magic.