"I had long expected that this would happen......"

Catherine stared at the muzzle of the black hole in Rogge's hand, and said in a desperate tone: "I'm not afraid of death, but I heard that there are no monsters you can't hunt, I only hope that before you kill me, you can promise to help me kill that white werewolf, I don't have the money to pay the commission, but I can give you my life." ”

"I don't want my life, it's no use to me. After Rogge finished speaking, he threw the silver handcuff in his hand to Catherine, and the girl took it in surprise, and heard Rogge say, "There are ten silver bullets in that handcuff, and you have ten chances to shoot me in exchange for a bounty, and you can start now." ”

Catherine looked at him helplessly, completely unexpecting him to make such a decision, she raised her handcuff with a trembling hand, aimed at Rog not far away, the muzzle of the gun trembled in mid-air, her fingers lingered at the trigger, and several times tried to press, but there seemed to be a force that froze her index finger and made it not obey.

"No, I can't do it!" Finally, she put down the gun in her hand, shook her head in pain and said, "I can't shoot at the person who saved my life, if it weren't for you, I would have been burned to ashes!"

Rogge glanced back at the pain on her pale little face, took out a silver handcuff from his waist, and a bag full of silver bullets, and said, "Go on!"

Catherine subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch it, looked up at him in confusion, and Rogge said to her with a solemn expression: "In this case, take them and follow me, the white werewolf you said also has a deep holiday with me, maybe one day we will find it and settle our new and old grudges with it." ”

"Are you telling the truth? will you help me?" Catherine asked, looking at Rogge in surprise and suspicion, "You're not kidding, are you?"

Rogge snuffed out the cigar in his hand, a secret bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head softly: "It's not a joke I made, but a joke played by fate with the two of us......"

He glanced at the blank expression on Catherine's face, beckoned to her, and said, "You may not understand the meaning of my words now, but you will understand sooner or later in the future, come, come with me, let's get out of here." ”

Catherine nodded slightly, strapped her two silver handcuffs and bullet pouches to her belt, and followed Rog to the staircase of the lighthouse with excitement and joy.

"Take off your cloak and put on mine, and we'll go back to the fishing village, I don't want Mr. Priest to recognize you again. Rogge took off his brown cloak and draped it over Catherine's body, wrapping the hood of the cloak around her face.

"Come on, Lilith, we should go!" he said, pinning half of the cigar to his ear, touching the head of the little Lori standing at the top of the stairs, and the little one glanced at Catherine, who was following behind, and turned into a little owl and flew onto Rog's shoulder.

"Why did you take her with you, I didn't save her so that she could snatch my dinner, and you want to use my bird food to please Miss Pretty!" asked Rog with an unhappy expression.

"You little miser who will feel sorry for half a year when you lose a feather, even a king who loses his crown will not make such a fuss as you!" Rogge touched Lilith's furry little head with his hand and said, "Don't worry, even if I don't have anything to eat, I can still find something to feed the birds!"

The little owl tilted his little head in displeasure, glared back at Catherine, and flapped its wings under Rog's broadbrimmed hat.

"What is she?" Catherine asked, curiously glancing at the place where Lilith had disappeared, puzzled and uneasy.

"Her name is Lilith and she's an elf owl. Rogge answered Catherine's question as he walked down the spiral staircase of the lighthouse: "Of course, she is not an ordinary bird, as you have just seen, that little girl is her true face, she is a native of Deiz, and her original name is Lily. ”

"Ten years ago, the Empire's supreme monarch, the Holy Emperor, died, and the newly enthroned Holy Emperor Valentine II issued an injunction to the priests, declaring that all women who studied magic were to be punished as evil witches. ”

The ban identified black cats, owls, and crows as the embodiment of witches, and all women who touched and took in these creatures, regardless of age, were punished as witches, and Lilith and her mother were burned at the stake for this. ”

When Lilith was only seven years old, her ghost wandered around the village when she was burned in public by the priests of the Holy Order, until she was found and taken in by a real witch. ”

The witch infused her soul into a little owl and taught her sorcery, and her name was changed from Lily to Lilith, the name of the mythical witch of hell. ”

Speaking of this, Rogge turned back to Catherine and smiled slightly, and said, "Now you understand why she saved you, right?"

Before Catherine could reply, Lilith's annoyed voice suddenly came from under the widebrimm: "Don't tell the nasty humans about me, I just saved her to give the damned stupid priest a little color!"

Rog and Catherine looked at each other, but did not answer, only to hear Lilith continue to say in a milky voice: "If you tell her about me again, I will turn her into a fat caterpillar and eat her in one bite!"

"Listen to you, little witch!" Rogge raised his hand and touched his hat lovingly, and when he heard Lilith inside no longer speak, he turned back to Catherine and gave her a look, signaling her not to care.

"Lilith has always hated humans, especially the priests of the Holy Order, and she is not targeting you, but I also advise you not to mess with her, otherwise she will really hurt you. Rogge turned back and reminded Catherine softly.

"But she seems to be quite close to you. Catherine nodded cautiously.

"That's because she's a lone bird and I'm a lone wolf. Rogge smiled meaningfully, pushed open the door of the lighthouse, and walked out.

As the two of them stepped out of the lighthouse gate, there was a sudden earth-shattering thunderclap in the sky, and Rogge looked back at the sky at sea, and saw a bitter thunderbolt piercing the sky, and the wind mixed with the torrential rain poured down, crackling on the brim of the wide-brimmed hat.

"Something seems to be approaching. Rogge whispered with a grim face.

Catherine, who was standing behind her, looked uneasily at the thick night around her, and the roar of the storm echoed in her ears, and asked in disbelief, "What is it?" I didn't see anything......

Rogge didn't answer, he walked quickly to the edge of the cliff, and a pair of blue eyes looked directly at the raging Darcy Sea, he saw a row of turbulent waves several meters high surging from the junction of sea and sky, thunder and lightning and torrential rain lingering around it, as if the huge waves carried something terrible, surging towards the shore of the fishing village.

"It seems that the priest did not make something out of nothing," Rogge said back to Catherine who came to his side, "There is indeed something landing, but it is definitely not a witch as he speaks, and the power to manipulate the storms, thunderbolts and tides in this way is definitely not something that ordinary witches can have!"

"Are you going to take a look?" asked Catherine, vaguely aware of Rogge's intentions.

"Of course, I won't miss this great opportunity, do you know what a witcher does?" Rog turned and put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, smiling, "We're nosy!"

"Come on, my dear, our cooperation begins, no matter what kind of monster you are about to face, if it dares to bare its teeth in front of you, blow its head out, you will love this feeling!" said Rog, passing Catherine and walking down the cliff.

The girl glanced at Rogge's back, pulled out the silver-glowing handcuff from her waist, her eyes flashed with new fighting spirit and expectation, the corners of her mouth showed a slight smile, and she followed Rogge to the fishing village quickly in the lightning and thunder.