The viscera and viscous plasma fell to the ground, emitting curling white smoke.

Leon took a deep breath, and suddenly a translucent spirit flew out of the corpse, with a face full of horror, and kept vibrating its wings to break free.

But it was still irrepressibly swallowed by Leon in his mouth.

After the death of powerful demons, their souls are often attracted to the abyss, re-plunge into the abyss, and reincarnate as reborn demons, some of whom are so powerful that they are even able to resurrect from the dead.

Like this Nasrezm.

But as Leon said, it no longer has such a chance, and its soul is destined to be devoured by Leon and become the food for forging talent.

The Witching Codex was flipped open and scribbled in dark green on the second page: You killed a mid-sequence Nasrezm.

You've got a gift: Stealth

Description: You can drastically reduce your presence, perfectly hidden in the shadows of corners, and no one will notice you unless you go out of your way to see it.

Evaluation: [I am a passerby]

Compared to the three advanced talents given by Kill the Storm Spirit, this talent is a bit mediocre.

It is even more far from the Nasrezm Divine Skill [Space Shuttle] that Li Ang expected, and it can only be said that it is barely on the horizontal line.

The strength of this Nasrezm is actually quite strong, if it weren't for the fact that it had spent too much strength to break the [Resist Demon] talisman before, and was caught off guard by the suddenly awakened Li Ang and destroyed a heart, it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

And if it was an unrestricted fight, he would definitely be the one who died.

If Nasrezm, with his best transfiguration abilities, conjures up as Angelina, Dante, Inniri, William, Lagaia, or passers-by over and over again.

Whenever he was tired, he sneaked up silently.

Sooner or later, he will be like a male lion targeted by a pack of hyenas, gradually being dragged down, and eventually becoming a delicacy in their mouths.

...

Knights in black cloaks, covered in dust and riding white horses, came from afar.

It's a very dilapidated village, there is no snow, but the temperature is still very low, and the mud on the ground is very solid.

Hungry and cold, an unkempt thin woman tugged at his reins, hoping to make a skin and flesh deal with him, but he refused.

Leon saw a little boy of about six or seven years old eating rats nearby, and he caught them raw with one hand and a wooden stick in the other, always alerting to the wind and grass around him.

Not far away, there were indeed children younger than him staring at the rat in his hand and drooling.

Leon thought to himself that he might not be more than six or seven years old, but malnutrition had caused him to appear small.

There was a lewd man who was blind and one eye, crouched on a low wall, holding a swaddling baby in his arms, and kept muttering to himself like a madman.

When I got closer, I could see a rotten baby face in the swaddling clothes, which was particularly terrifying.

These are the heirs of the people of the Storm Spirit's mouth.

They took root in a mountain pass not far from the snow-capped mountains, established a settlement, and were also the commissioners of this demon hunt.

Now it seems that they are not doing well, to be exact, quite badly.

Just then, the woman's screams rang out.

Leon followed the sound.

He saw that the woman who had been going to do a leather business with him was suddenly pulled by the hair by two men and walked towards the corner of the town.

One of them laughed and scolded him with a swear word, making a lewd gesture - most likely a swear word, although he couldn't understand it, but it could be seen from his expression and demeanor.

Li Ang silently turned his face away, not wanting to get involved in these things.

He had come here to receive his and Innelli's share of the ransom, fifty Italian gold coins—no small amount.

Originally, he wanted to take Innelli back to Kurdel earlier to heal his injuries, but as for this money, there was really no need to make another trip.

But perhaps it was Scrooge's nature that flipped in, and Innelli insisted on the principle of "equivalent exchange" and asked Leon to make a personal trip to ask for the honorarium.

She seems to have a heart-to-heart->>

As a child, he was unwilling to face demons unconditionally, and he was unwilling to portray the profession of demon hunter as sacred.

They are not knights who silently fight evil in the dark, witchers are just different kind of bounty hunters.

Leon agrees. As long as I don't have morality, no one will be able to use morality to kidnap me to protect this world in the future.

"So presiding over justice or anything is not something I should be doing at all. ”

Leon said to himself silently in his heart as he continued to move forward.

Since Italy, he has seen too many human tragedies, from the initial righteous indignation to the current numbness, it is like two people.

The woman's screams gradually faded into weakness.

The man's undisguised laughter grew harsher.

Leon grabbed the reins, and he rolled over and jumped off his horse, walking towards the source of the sound.

He grabbed the two men by the collars and slammed them to the ground.

They couldn't communicate verbally, so Leon decisively broke the necks of the two men after examining the scars on the woman's body and the panic in his eyes.

Neat!

It's a hundred!

lest they retaliate against the woman after they are gone.

Leon hated the dramatic turn of events, such as the fact that after he was gone, the woman would be tortured even more severely.

Therefore, he has always liked to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots, and whether the two are not guilty to death, or whether the customs of the place allow forcible mating are not in his consideration.

When she walked out of the corner, the woman said a word, and the tone was most likely "thank you".

Li Ang's footsteps did not pause in the slightest, but his mood was still better, and he walked towards the center of the village and town.

He soon found the lord of the place, or the village chief.

Because his dress is really shabby.

He wore a fur hat, his hands were covered in mud, he lived in a small cabin with air to the wind, and his movements were a little uneasy when he saw Leon.

"The demon on the mountain has been killed by me, and I am a demon hunter who has come to receive a reward. ”

The lord rubbed his hands together and replied with a dry smile in broken Latin: "You can also see, we are really poor, and that disaster destroyed everything, even if I am the lord here......"

"So you can't come up with the money?"

Leon put an end to the lord's tirade and misery.

The lord was stunned, his tense body relaxed, as if he was relieved, and like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water: "Yes." ”

Leon didn't ask questions such as "I don't have the money to hire a witcher", he knew that it was a decision that had to be made in a matter of life and death.

He asked, "Do you still believe in the Spirit of the Storm?"

The lord had an incomprehensible expression: "What the hell are you talking about? Of course we believe in God!"

Leon was silent for a moment, and then he heard the lord crying: "Even if you scavenge this place, even counting the flea legs, you won't be able to get the reward you want, I know that you will definitely be very dissatisfied with this, and I am willing to keep the territory for ten years...... Oh no, thirty years of taxes are on you. ”

Can taxes still be collected here?

Leon frowned: "Can the church pay for you?"

The lord said uneasily: "The property that is given to the church is not worth so much, and it is impossible to give it to you, otherwise the rector will not send us priests again, and without the glory of God, we will no longer be eligible to ascend to heaven after death, which is blasphemous." ”

Blasphemy?

The Spirit of the Storm is going to be by you.

Leon sighed lightly, he looked at the lord's "mansion", and then said, "Give me this bearskin cloak nailed to your wall, and we will settle it." ”

It is a leather cloak tanned from polar bear skin, which is not damaged and has a light odor.

The lord was pleasantly surprised, and without thinking, agreed: "Thank you for your generosity. ”

Li Ang thought for a moment and said, "You don't have to thank me, if you want to thank you, thank your ancestors for the sacrifices they once made." ”