"Even if it doesn't hurt now, it will definitely be in the future, it's a vampire. ”

Leon said in a flat tone: "Vampires already belong to a kind of demons, human nature has been erased, they feed on human blood, and they are the natural enemies of all human beings. ”

The bard's eyes glowed with the lust of a beast, and she ripped open her cuffs, revealing the criss-crossing teeth on them.

"Fart! I've never killed anyone, and I can still feel love and pain!"

"Whenever I feel the urge to suck blood, I'd rather suck my own blood than hurt anyone. ”

"It's you, you're the real demon, with black demon wings, destroying humanity and killing for fun!"

Leon frowned.

He didn't want to believe what the bard said, but his instincts told him that she wasn't lying.

But how is this possible?

Vampires don't drink human blood, it's as funny as a wolf that doesn't eat cattle and sheep and eats grass instead.

"Come, kill me, get rid of me, the remnant of the Transylvanian vampires, and take my head to collect the bounty from the lords!"

She ripped open her collar, revealing a neck as white as a swan.

What the bard didn't expect was that in her aggressive gaze, this ruthless, murderer-like executioner actually flinched.

The bard smiled happily: "Ha, do you also feel a troubled conscience?

Under the helmet, only the stubble on the witcher's chin could be seen, but his tone was clearly not as tough as it was at the beginning: "I follow the rules of the industry and have a clear conscience." ”

"Then continue to have a clear conscience and kill me!"

The bards opened her canine teeth and stretched them out like lightning towards Leon's neck, but this speed was too slow for Leon.

She was knocked out and fell to the ground, breathing hard.

Leon's tone returned to calm: "Hunting demons is the duty of demon hunters, but it is not the duty of demon hunters to distinguish between good and bad demons. I am only responsible for sending you to God, and God will decide whether to forgive you or not. ”

Actually, God is not responsible.

But the vast majority of people, even the localized monsters, don't know this, so even if Leon says such things, he doesn't need to be held responsible.

"Huh. ”

The bard panted violently like a bellows, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth - even a casual blow from the witcher was not something she could afford as a vampire who didn't even have a mid-sequence.

Leon drew the sword of victory and pointed it at the delicate neck of the bard, and if he went any further, he would kill her—like her daughter.

Even now, he can still remember how the little blonde girl was beheaded by him.

The bard looked at Leon calmly, with no fear in her eyes.

He stared at her for a long time, but finally withdrew his weapon.

"You go, I won't kill you. ”

The bard laughed: "Oh, now you are pretending to be hypocritical again, you devil, you have killed all my relatives, you better kill me too, or one day I will do my best to take revenge on you and destroy everything you hold dear!"

"You will never be strong if you don't suck human blood, and if you suck human blood, the next time we meet, I will kill you with my own hands. ”

Leon crouched down and stared at the vampire, who seemed to him to be extremely weak and pitiful.

A vampire of this level, even if she is given a hundred years to develop, will not be able to catch up with herself.

Because she's improving, she won't stop there, and she'll only be faster than her.

"A word of advice, it's only fifteen kilometers from Oslo, and it's full of witchers, and even if you have a decent way of hiding your identity, I'd advise you to turn around and go back as soon as possible. ”

The bard stared at him coldly, and if his eyes could kill, Leon was sure that he had been slashed countless times.

He stood up and clapped his hands gently.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and the tall horses rushed out of the darkness, like a gust of wind, carrying the black-armored demon hunter into the distance.

The bard, who remained where she was, stared at the back of the departing witcher, and suddenly burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, Polly, I can't kill him at all, I can't ever kill him, I can't even die at his hands. ”

"Forgive Mom ......"

...

The Black-Armored Knight weaves through the dense forest, which is so close to Oslo that it is only about an hour away.

Scati's voice burst through his head, "Why are you so merciful to that female vampire?

The tone was a little resentful, after all, this witcher had never shown the slightest mercy in his attitude towards her.

Leon replied, "I can show mercy to an ant that is unlikely to threaten me, but not to a female tiger who may kill herself." ”

"Heh, you've always been so eloquent?"

Li Ang chuckled: "After all, someone said that words are better than swords and guns. ”

"Besides, it's not like I'm not unkind to you, the original Winter Lord's Helm of Domination doesn't need a machine spirit at all. ”

Scati's cold laugh rang out, "Hehe, then I really want to thank you." ”

"You're welcome, Ms. Scati, we are already sincere comrades-in-arms, and this kind of small favor does not need to be taken into account. ”

Leon replied in a flat tone, as if he didn't understand the mockery in Scati's tone.

...

Oslo is still the same Oslo, and the city is home to most of the world's aliens, including elves, dwarves, and half-giants who survived Ragnarok.

Standing at the door of the Kurdeler Tavern, Leon subconsciously frowned.

The tavern, which had never been closed day and night, was closed at this time, and it was empty, except for a magical barrier to prevent outsiders from watching and entering.

He waited a long time at the door of the tavern, then turned to leave, intending to inquire somewhere else what was going on.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded: "Leon, are you finally back?"

When he turned around, he saw Dante standing in front of the tavern, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"It seems that you are not lazy during this time, your breath is getting stronger and stronger, according to this trend, I think you will be promoted to the high sequence within two years. ”

Leon couldn't help but smile and said, "I think so." Mr. Dante, why is the tavern closed?"

Dante shook his head and said, "Come in, let's not talk about this, where did you get this helmet from, is it really the ancient artifact you found in the ruins?"

"Pretty much. ”

Li Ang vaguely said, even if there was a casting formula, it would be impossible for anyone in this world to forge an artifact of the level of the Winter Lord's Helm of Domination.

And this artifact, in the annotation of the Demon Hunting Codex, is only at the "epic" level.

He couldn't explain who he was looking to create this artifact, so he could only shirk the relics of the gods in the Norse ruins.

"Where's Innier?"

Walking into the courtyard, Li Ang subconsciously asked.

Dante didn't reply, he was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "Leon, this matter can't be explained in a few words, come with me to the house, Catherine and I will tell you everything as it is, but you have to promise me that you must stay calm." ”

A hint of foreboding suddenly appeared in Leon's heart, and he asked, "What's wrong with Innie?"