(Happy Christmas Eve, everyone!Remember to eat apples with the little furball!)

"Oops, it looks like someone is stealing business, bad wolf stealing guys!" the little furball cried out, pretending to spread his wings.

Her shouts alarmed the three men in the confrontation, and the sorceress Anne and the Shadow Scout Ryan turned their heads in unison, and the white-robed man who pointed at Anne with his handcuff also turned his head and fell on both Rogge and Murphy.

Seeing this, Rogge and Murphy also turned their heads at the same time, looked at Lilith on Rogge's shoulder, the little furball was stunned for a moment, and found that everyone was staring at him, he couldn't help but shrink back, and said with an innocent face: "Why are you looking at me, it has nothing to do with me, it's all the bad wolf who asked me to say this!" After speaking, he hid behind Rogge's neck with a smoke.

"What a professional selling teammate!" Rogge said to himself, shrugging his shoulders.

He stepped forward, smiled and shook his fingers at Anne and Ryan to say hello: "Hey, hello two, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, greet Her Highness Elizabeth on my behalf!"

Without waiting for the two of them to answer, he turned his gaze to the white-robed man opposite, and asked with a smile, "This friend seems to be an old acquaintance as well, I just dealt with members of your Brotherhood of Convicts not long ago, you may know a child named David?"

"Of course, where is he?" the convict's voice sounded rather low, imagining that it should be a middle-aged man, and he asked with concern as he watched the two vampires vigilantly with his peripheral vision, "I'm looking for him and his companions!"

"Then you're lucky, you've found their master!" Rogge politely stretched out a hand to Annie, and the guilty judge looked back at the vampire Lori when he heard this, and asked in surprise, "You mean, David, they have been killed by this banshee?"

"Oh, that's not it, they were killed by me!" Rogge said with a pretended apologetic shrug, "I don't think you're going to take revenge on me for this, are you?"

"Lone wolf, I know what you mean, I'll definitely settle this account with you, but not now!" the convict said in a deep and threatening voice.

"Oh, that's good, so we can work together for the time being, right, Mr. Wood?" said Rogge, smiling at the convict.

Hearing Rogge's words, the Guilty Judge lifted the hood of the white cloak on his head with his sword-wielding right hand, revealing a stern and vicissitudes of life, with a hideous scar on his cheek and hatred and anger in his eyes.

"I don't know why you're here, but I don't mind teaming up with Lone Wolf and Scorpion for the time being to slay these two damned devils and send them back to Hell!" said Wood Commander, the leader of the Guild of the Guilty Breakers, turning his gaze from Rog and Murphy to Anne and Ryan, gritting his teeth.

"Agreed!" Rogge and Murphy glanced at each other, and at the same time raised their swords and rushed towards the vampire siblings, Shadow Scout Ryan pushed his sister away and flew forward to meet them, he jumped over the heads of Rog and Murphy, and landed agilely behind them, his sharp claws piercing them in the back of the heart.

With a crisp impact sound, Ryan's claws collided with Murphy's back, but they were bounced off by the hard coat that turned into marble, while on the other side, Rogge had already hurried away, and Ryan's claws only stabbed an afterimage, not hitting anything at all.

Murphy turned around and slashed at Ryan's head with a sword, and Ryan, who missed the blow, dodged and jumped backwards, and Rogge was already lightning behind him, and the silver sword in his hand stabbed Ryan in the back of the heart.

The vampire scout faced with the double swords that struck back and forth, calmly kicked Murphy's lightning sword with a backflip, his waist flipped over from the top of the silver sword, and his claws grabbed back at Rogge's face, Rog ducked on his back, the claws slashed against his face, and Ryan landed behind him.

Ryan, who landed on the ground, turned around and grabbed Rogge, and a garlic pill flew from the side, Ryan stepped back in horror, panicked to avoid the attack of the garlic pill, and turned back to let out an angry roar at Wood who was not far away.

"That ugly old man's gun is firing garlic!" said the little furball hiding behind Rogge's neck with a look of disgust.

"What's so surprising about that? Vampires are afraid of garlic," Rogge turned back and pointed his sword at Ryan, and glanced at Murphy who rushed forward, and said to Lilith, "So most vampire hunters have garlic guns, and this is a good way to keep vampires from approaching them." ”

"I don't think I see you using it. Murphy said, glancing at Rogge.

"That's right, I've always used silver bullets in my silver guns, I like to just blow the vampire's head straight away, and the more important problem is that not every witcher can afford to use silver bullets!"

Before Rogge's words fell, the man appeared at Ryan's side, and the silver sword in his hand slashed at Ryan's knee, and the blade slashed across Ryan's knee, but Ryan's figure dissipated into the air.

"I hate illusions!" Rogge muttered through gritted teeth, turned around sharply and waved his fist, the Fallen Angel's gauntlet collided with Ryan's claws, only to hear a "whoosh", and the winged light blade on the back of the gauntlet flashed, piercing Ryan's palm in the moment.

"Ahh

"That's enough, Ryan, don't fight them, it's almost dawn!"

Anne, the tricky maid who had been watching the change, suddenly flashed beside her brother, she glanced coldly at the three people present, grabbed Ryan's arm and turned into a cloud of red mist, drowning everything around the three of them in the red mist.

Seeing this, Rogge pulled Murphy back to Wood's side and whispered to them, "Hey, guys, I'm betting five gold coins on the little bad bird, does anyone dare to bet that they will never be tricked around by that little vampire girl?"

"I'm not going to help you pay the bill!" the little furball shouted nervously as he used his two wings to protect the little money bag on his body, where he couldn't see it at all.

Before Rogge could reply, the fog around them suddenly dissipated, and a surprising scene appeared in front of the three of them: they were in a lively tavern, full of smoky taverns, full of shouting drunkards, minstrels, and dancers dancing to the harmony of the drinkers.

"I'll give zero points for this illusion!" Rogge said with a mocking smile as he looked back at Murphy and Wood.

"Don't be careless, lone wolf, they must be lurking among these people, we need to find them!" said Wood, the president of the Conviction Society, as he looked warily at the people around him.

"Then let's look for it!" Rogge nodded in agreement, and turned to the bar of the tavern, where a fat man with a full beard and a full beard stood in a sloppy suit, looking at him with slanted eyebrows, and asked in a rough voice, "What are you doing, brother?"

"Have a glass of rum!" Rogge said as he slammed the bar and shouted, "Long live Captain Jack for the sake of the great pirates!"

The drunkards around him laughed when they heard this, and clinked their glasses together laughing wildly and shouted, "Long live Captain Jack for the great pirates!"

The fat man immediately poured a large glass of rum from a dirty wine bottle, slammed the glass on the table, and pushed it hard to Rog, who expertly caught the sliding wine glass, without letting the wine spill a drop inside, he picked up the wine glass and turned around, and suddenly saw Murphy's serious face.

"Hey, brother, why are you so serious, this is a happy place!" Rogge raised his glass in respect, and brought it to his lips to drink, when Murphy grabbed his wrist and said, "Have you forgotten where we are? Are you sure you know what you're drinking?"

Rogge glanced at the rum in the big wooden glass, glanced at Murphy's solemn expression, smiled nonchalantly and said, "Don't be like this, brother, even if we don't usually know what we're drinking, do we?"

He walked past Murphy with a wine glass, and a dancer happened to walk past him, and Rogge grabbed her waist, and the dancer screamed, but Rogge didn't care so much, swaggering around her and squeezing into the crowd.

Murphy gave them a worried look, and turned back to look for Wood in the crowd, he saw Wood cautiously walking through the crowd, vigilantly observing everyone's expressions, Murphy muttered for a moment, and walked through the crowd to Wood's side.

"Did you find anything?" he asked in a low voice as he observed the people around him.

"No, where is the lone wolf?" Wood asked, glancing back at Murphy.

"I'm afraid he won't be able to help us much. Murphy pointed to the crowd, and Wood looked in the direction he was pointing, and vaguely saw Rogge holding the beauty in one hand and the wine glass in the other, clinking glasses with the drinkers as he walked around the hall, and there was a cacophony of laughter everywhere he passed.

"What the hell is he doing?" Wood cursed.

"If you don't even know what he's doing, I don't think I can answer your question. Murphy glanced in Rogge's direction, turned his gaze to Wood's face, and said, "I heard you're an old acquaintance with him?"

"Hmph, did he tell you that?" Wood sneered and glanced at Murphy, shook his head and said, "No one dares to say that he is that guy's old acquaintance, no one knows him, and you don't even know if he will suddenly draw his sword and kill you in the next second!"

"I believe that, especially when you're dealing with vampires with him. Murphy nodded approvingly.

"Looks like you've seen it," Wood said, looking at the tacit expression on Murphy's face, "yes, that's why I don't like him, can you believe it? There are far more witchers who have died at his hands than at the hands of monsters!"

"It's not hard to understand, like he said, half of the witchers are demons. Murphy said as he looked warily around the crowd.

"Yes, that's what he did, he never tried to redeem, it seemed like killing was the only way. Wood said with a sigh.

"Whether he was right or wrong, I can't judge right now. Murphy's gaze swept over the scar on Wood's face and whispered, "But we must find a way to break through this illusion now!"

"I wish I knew how to break through!" Wood shook his head helplessly.

"We'd better go over and have a look, we can't let him ......," Murphy had barely finished his sentence when a dancer's exclamation suddenly sounded in the center of the hall of the tavern......