That's a ...... Mankind?

The human named "Aaron Kellyan" is the name mentioned by Mr. Justyo.

He looks quite young, about twenty years old, and has black hair, similar to Mr. Yoi's.

Eye...... The eyes are golden, and they're vertical - hell, he's not human?

It should be said that not ordinary human beings.

Yilan glanced at Mr. Xiao who had drawn out the long-barreled firecrackle - or something else - with his peripheral vision, and also followed his appearance with a serious expression, raised his hand to let the spiritual power thread weave a plain white long sword on his palm, and then stretched out his other hand to brush the sword body, allowing it to gain substance.

She saw the strange young man standing not far away open his mouth and say something, but unfortunately she couldn't hear it, and the other party's voice seemed to be directly erased by a force, and it could never reach her ears.

Then, Mr. Yoi responded to that remark:

"Put away your hypocrisy, I'm here to deal with you and your dependents who woke up at the wrong time."

The other party's mouth opened and closed, as if he was refuting Mr. Yoi's point of view.

He spread out his hand and showed them a short blade in his hand...... It was stained with the blood of the beasts, not the usual red, but a little purple, and shining.

He'd just struck an orc.

The witch narrowed her eyes, feeling that it was time for her to redefine the image of "Aaron Kellyan" in her mind, and it was clear that the young man was also a monster hunter...... Or other classes that have the ability to kill orcs.

She glanced at Mr. Yoi and noticed that his face was ugly.

Even though his face was shrouded in the shadow of the redwood tree, it was not difficult to see that his blue face, slightly trembling hands, and clenched teeth could say something.

Is it a personal vendetta?

Because of the murdered Mr. Bishop?

Gillum ...... The name seems to have been heard from some gossip when she was still living in Adriel's capital, a city known as "Caisda".

But she can't remember what exactly was said now.

The name happened to have the meaning of "dream", "illusory dream" and "unreal" in the lingua franca of both countries, and she had no intention of writing it down when she was in a period of sentimentality.

"I'm just one step ahead of you."

Well, the stranger's voice has become clearer and clearer, proving that the other party has let down his vigilance in his heart and restrained his malice and hostility.

Ylan's gaze began to wander between Mr. Yoi and the young man called "Aaron Kellyan" opposite, and he judged in his heart that it was because of Mr. Yoi's presence that the other party was so quick to exude friendship.

Because the two of them used to know each other?

Even if one party is hated by the other, he still behaves so leisurely, is it because he is a hybrid of orcs and humans?

Because he's strong enough, he doesn't have to care about Mr. Yoi's negative feelings for him at all?

Or is it because of ......

"We're all in this together." I only heard the young man who suddenly appeared and said lightly, "They all serve the rulers of the empire, don't they?" ”

Because they are all Caslano.

The witch lifted her hand and pulled down her hood, and the smile faded from her face.

She no longer thought about the story that Mr. Yoi had told on the way here.

"You're the witch of the mountain village?"

The other party's volume finally returned to normal, to be exact, her hearing was restored, the effect of the "curse" was temporarily over, and she was "able to hear".

"I've heard of your prestige in the country." The orc hybrids who appeared in the dark forest for no reason greeted politely, "My name is ......"

He glanced at Mr. Yoi, who still had a terrible face.

"You can call me 'Imperial Snake Spirit Feather'." He saluted, "I'm a killer who works exclusively for the Caslano royal family." ”

"Feathered Serpent." The man who was closer to the witch resisted his anger and corrected.

"You can be like him." The owner of the Imperial Serpent Spirit Feather, or any other messy name, is very good at igniting a powder keg filled with flammable and explosive materials, "Call me 'Feathered Serpent'." ”

"I wouldn't mind being called that by someone as powerful as you."

But in essence, he is not an honest man, and he will still go to the "powder keg" with his mouth.

Perhaps, he didn't mean to do so, but in any case, he did provoke Mr. Yoi:

"So, do you mind if I say that?"

This is Mr. Yoi, something is wrong, the witch shrunk her shoulders to the side, helplessly thinking to herself.

Isn't this the right seat, admitting that he is "very weak"...... To put it mildly, it's "relatively weak".

It seemed that he really hated the Serpent Spirit Feather - or "Feathered Serpent" or "Aaron Kellyan" or something - that there were so many names that the witch decided to call them the ones she thought were the most pleasing to the ear and the most respectful to them.

"I'm sorry," she said she felt like the two Caslano citizens were going to fight if she didn't interject, "I think the purpose of our descent into the forest this time—"

"Solve the hidden dangers of the snake clan, yes, that's it." The royal hired killer, whose body was the fairy beast "Feathered Serpent", clapped his hands and immediately set the goal of their trip.

"Ahh......h

Mr. Night pleaded himself and ran into the mountains, in fact, to deal with the "Feathered Serpent".

It's just that he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to stand on the road and wait for them, with the remains of a defeated demon beast under his feet.

"Aren't you their beastmaster?"

The three "monster hunters" finally walked side by side, and along the way, they thought about their own things, and when they encountered the short-eyed monsters passing by, they were all robbed of the "credit" by the most bloodthirsty one.

Yilan held back for a while, but finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart, and asked the orc half-blood who was standing on the human side.

"That was a long, long time ago."

The young beast clan raised his knife and sent a poor passing beast into the arms of death, and he did not forget to lick the blood stains on the dagger and absorb the spiritual power emanating from the remains of the little beast.

"You should know that the lifespan of an immortal beast is very long, long enough that it can be described as 'immortal'."

He spun the dagger in his hand, flicked the remaining bit of beast blood onto the clothes of one of his companions, and then covered his mouth and snickered as if he thought his little action had not been noticed by the "victim".

Immediately, he was grabbed by the collar by Mr. Xiao and was about to be beaten.

"Alas......" The witch put her hand on her forehead and shook her head slightly while sighing.

Then, she said to the other two demon beast hunters:

"For the orcs, the seal is still the priority, and the second is to take their lives."

"You say this to the orcs?" Mr. Xiao sighed, "It's useless, human moral rules can't restrain them." ”

"I've tried to restrain my murderous intent as much as possible." Imperial Snake Lingyu licked his lips, his tongue was thin and long, and the tip of his tongue was still forked, "I live by absorbing the vitality of weak demon beasts, and I am also very shameless." ”

"But who told me to be depressed for too long?"

He suddenly sprang up on the spot with his legs outstretched, avoiding the two vines that struck him without warning.

The witch and Mr. Yoi also hurriedly responded, but they were not injured in this raid.

"Snake Clan?" The witch quickly spread her five fingers, each fingertip tied to a transparent line of spiritual power, extending into the depths of the forest.

"Nope." Mr. Yoi's equipment was instantly transformed from a firearm into a sharp blade, which he used to cut through the vines that kept coming.

"It's a dryad!"

He shouted out his judgment.

Immediately, the eyes of all the creatures present focused on the Imperial Snake Spirit Feather.

At this moment, he was reaching out and grasping a vine fixed between the trees, away from the ground, leisurely admiring the response of his two companions.