On a moonlit night, outside the gates of the Demon Hunter Guild stood Melwitz and Tatar, and more than a dozen demon hunters lined up to go. The Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info Tatar simply arranged and divided the area, and when the other demon hunters understood the area they were responsible for, they quickly left the door of the Demon Hunter Guild without making any stops.

Melwidz informed Tatar that he had other plans, and Tatar didn't ask anything and took a witcher with him.

Due to Tatar's "special" behavior when he was in the Demon Hunting Guild restaurant before, Meliwitz now smells of alcohol all over his body, but all passers-by who are about to pass by him are pinching their noses for fear of avoiding it......

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After some time, Melwiitz, disguised as a drunk, did not notice anything unusual and did not receive any messages from the witchers. So he thought about finding a place to rest first, because he had never expected to capture the murderer in a day.

Melwiitz left the bustling neighborhood and walked to a secluded street relatively far from the city. The street is located behind the main street, and if you look up, you can see that the colorful lights cover half of the sky.

Seeing that it was quite quiet, Melwidz found a random place to sit, unwrapped his clothes and sat down leisurely.

Tonight's weather is no longer as wet and cold as the previous days, but looking at the night sky, the clouds have not obscured the moon, and the stars in the sky are also clearly visible.

At this moment, an extremely soft breeze blew, and it gently stirred the flame-like hair of Melwicz. Melwitz suddenly felt comfortable, although he had only drunk a little alcohol in the Demon Hunting Guild, but because of Tatar, he had a strong smell of alcohol on his body, so that he was a little "drunk and everyone is drunk".

"It's cold on the ground, and if you catch a cold, you'll get it. ”

Melwiitz was shocked when he heard this. His ears twitched, and he could tell by the sound that it was an elderly man, whose position should be not far behind him. He suddenly wondered in his heart, because he didn't even notice that someone was coming behind him, and if it wasn't for that person's voice, he didn't know when he would have noticed.

The ease in Melwiitz's eyes vanished, replaced by an alertness. Melwitz's eyes were dark, and he didn't get up, but said lightly, "Thank you for your concern." ”

"Yo, the smell of alcohol on your body is quite big, how much wine has you been poured into, can you still get up and walk?" This voice is a little hoarse, but the middle breath is very sufficient.

Melwiitz hadn't let down his vigilance for the time being, and he didn't find anything strange in his heart after pondering for a while, so he replied casually: "I'll be here slowly, don't bother Your Excellency." ”

As soon as Melwiitz finished speaking, the old man's hoarse voice rang out: "Don't, it's not safe to be alone at night, don't you know that there is a basilisk going on in the city right now?

When Melwiitz heard the word "guard", he immediately got up from the ground, and he turned to see who was standing behind him.

The man was indeed an old man with a goatee, as Melwiitz had previously judged, and must have been over sixty-five years of age. He was carrying the "Mediterranean", and because he was hunched over, he couldn't see how tall he was, and his figure was on the thin side. The clothes on the upper body felt like a sack, and the lower body wore a pair of gray-black seven-quarter-long coarse cloth pants, and a pair of shabby but clean cloth boots on the feet.

After quickly looking at the old man in front of him, Melwitz immediately said, "Old man, go back quickly, I'll leave here slowly." ”

The old man with the goatee put his hands behind his back, shook his head, and said to Melwiitz, "No, no. It's not that late, but it's a mess in the city right now, and I don't feel comfortable leaving you here alone. ”

Melwiitz didn't want to continue chatting with the old man, and was about to persuade him to leave, when the hoarse voice of the old man with the goatee reached his ears again.

"Your home isn't far from here?"

Melwitz didn't think to tell the truth, so he panicked and said, "It's not very far, I went out for a drink and party with my friends today, I didn't drink much, I just sat here and rested for a while." ”

"My house is not far ahead. The old man with the goatee raised his hand and pointed in the direction and said, "I'll take you there, let my wife get you some hot tea to sober up, and let my son drive you home in the evening, so safe." ”

Melwitz didn't want to talk to him again, and directly refused: "No need, I'll leave now." ”

Melwiitz had already turned around and was about to leave the street, when at that moment the hoarse cry of the old man with a goatee came from behind him.

"You wait!"

Melwiitz stopped when he heard this, and looked back: "Old man, what else do you have to do?"

"I kindly invited you home, you kid don't know what to do!"

Melwiitz looked stunned, he really didn't understand what he was doing wrong: "Your kindness, I already understand it, and I really don't dare to disturb your mansion when the night is dark." ”

"You don't look like you're drunk, but the smell of alcohol on your body is quite strong, and it seems that you are also a drinkable guy. ”

Melwidz's originally alert gaze suddenly flashed a chill: "Who are you?"

"I'm an old man, can't you see it?"

Rumble...... A sky-high flame protruded from Melwiez's right hand, and the flames instantly coalesced, and the Emperor Flame saw out.

The old man with the goatee glanced at Melwitz, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "What's the matter, do you want to use a knife on an old man? Aren't you afraid that the guards will come to arrest you?"

Melwitz held the knife in his right hand, and his eyes seemed to be flickering with flames: "Old man, ordinary old man, wouldn't he feel scared?"

"It's a ruthless character, I see that you're not a witcher, you're all the way?"

"I don't need to answer you, and you don't need to answer me. ”

"Forget it, it's been a long time since I've tasted fresh blood, so it's up to you. ”

"So you are, the murderer in the city!"

"Oh, so you know me, so I won't hide it!" The old man with the goatee fell as he spoke, and suddenly the whole person turned into a blurred image, and it didn't take long for a black-robed person suspended in the air to appear in front of Melwidz's eyes.

Melwiitz was shocked, the black-robed man in front of him was exactly as described by the witchers Merrick and Kuzhi......