As John killed magical creatures during this time, his fame gradually spread.

Frey stared at the black hair as if it were John's business card.

"Black witcher?" John was stunned.

I was also rumored to have a cool name.

"It was originally a village, and you killed werewolves," Frey was intrigued by John, "and it was rumored that you killed fifteen man-eating trolls by yourself." ”

Frey said to the boss, "Give our friends a beer." ”

The boss pinched his waist and stared at John, and said coldly, "We don't provide drinks to monsters here." ”

"Trust me," Frey said, turning to face her boss, her voice still ringing, "You'd better listen to me." ”

The boss looked ugly, but finally did so.

John wasn't surprised that his boss called him a monster, after all, that's what people are.

When you have the power to transcend the group, you will either be worshipped as a god or you will be treated as a monster.

Obviously, the witchers have a bad reputation in this era.

After sitting down, the blonde beauty Furry leaned over.

She ran her fingers over the sturdy bearskin and exclaimed, "How the hell did you kill it?" ”

"With a sword, its eyes are fragile."

The boss brought a beer, and John actually wanted to say that he would just want a glass of water.

Thinking that this was a tavern, he still took a sip of beer.

"You're young, all the witchers I know are a handful of age, and your hair."

Frey propped her cheeks on her hand and stared sideways at John's face.

The main thing is that John is too young and completely different from those witchers who have experienced vicissitudes.

Perhaps due to Frity's pressure, the boss brought over the meal John had just ordered.

Red wine venison on the table.

"If it weren't for that sword, I wouldn't have recognized you as a witcher." Twisting a piece of venison with her fingers and putting it in her mouth, a strange color flashed in Frry's eyes.

John asked, "Where did you say you could get a bounty?" ”

He silently pushed the food towards Furry, his brow furrowed without a trace.

I don't know if I washed my hands.

Fris is amused by John's small actions, and the witcher who is away all year round still has a habit of cleanliness?

She said, "There's a bounty on the demon in the forest at the mayor's, and if you want to sell it, I can ...... it."

"You killed the demon in the forest?"

A crisp voice sounded behind him.

A little girl, with her hair tied into two braids, ran over with her eyes shining.

She stared at the bearskin, which could be used as a carpet, and said to John, "I can take you to get the reward." ”

John paused, looked back at the little girl, and then at Frei.

He stood up and prepared to leave.

"You should sell her something." Several men stood up and faintly surrounded John.

"What do you mean?" John glanced at Furry.

Freige was a little annoyed and said to the men, "It's rude. ”

She gave them a look and told them to stand back.

John shrugged, picked up the bearskin, and headed outside.

The little girl was delighted, and said to John as she went, "My name is Mariga. ”

"My name is Adani, and it's a pleasure to meet you."

Walking out of the tavern, John went to the stables to take Polo with him.

Put the bearskin on it.

Mariga asked curiously, "You're a witcher, so what monsters have you killed?" ”

"Werewolves, banshees? Or is there something else? ”

Children at this age seem to be the same and have a lot of curiosity.

Because in the downtown area, John did not ride a horse, but led the horse forward.

Marika led the way, and finally came to the bottom of a round tower.

John went to knock at the door, and Marika stayed outside with Polo.

However, John noticed that something was wrong with the door.

"Magic?"

He stared at the magic fluctuations above and walked straight in.

His body passed directly through the closed gate, as if he had passed through the platform of nine and three-quarters.

"Wizard."

He can be sure that this is not the mayor's house.

The other party intends to guide himself to come over to meet, and he must have some plans.

After walking in, he saw a picture that was not suitable for children.

It was a garden, and it didn't look very serious.

But those are illusions.

As a child under the age of sixteen.

John's face was expressionless, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.

For a moment, eyes were locked on the approaching wizard.

The person who came was very much in line with the image of a wizard in the traditional sense.

Tall and thin, dressed in floor-mopping robes, holding a long staff with a crystal ball on his head.

Thinning hair and a large beard, hooked nose.

The wizard was locked by the vertical pupil for the moment, and waved his hand repeatedly, "Hello Witcher, my name is Strygeb. ”

"You can call me Master Strigob."

Stregor tells John that he has no ill will.

John could sense through psychic magic that this person had a malicious presence towards him.

A feeling of disgust.

John glanced around faintly, "Don't tell me you're a magical mayor. ”

Strygab smiled, "Of course not, to be precise, I asked Marika to lure you here, and she sometimes works for me. ”

In an inviting gesture, Strigeb invited John to walk with him in the restricted garden.

"Of course, I'll buy your bearskin."

The two men walked along the garden corridor, and Strygeb said, "In this place, people like you are not common. ”

John said lightly: "It's not common for people like you to be common. ”

Strygab frowned, but quickly recovered, and he raised an eyebrow and said, "But I seem to remember that witchers have no emotions. ”

John didn't speak, he felt that this distance was outrageous.

If you want to say that there is no emotion, then Daddy Watson has something to say.

Strygab added, "I am grateful that fate has brought you to me. ”

Isn't it fate that you don't have points in your heart?

John looked at the wizard who was still rambling, a little speechless, "Say, what's the matter?" ”

A wizard is hiding in the middle of the city, looking for a witcher, and John doesn't think he's looking for himself to pay his respects.

Strygabu bowed slightly, "Very smart, Witcher, I do have something to ask you for. ”

"I want you to do something for me." Strygab said.

"What monster?" John said.

After all, looking for a demon hunter, there is nothing else to do except kill monsters.

I'm here for the trial.,Killing a few more monsters can also speed up your progress bar.。

But he really guessed wrong.

"It's a man, a man named Frei," said Strygbu. ”

The two walked into the garden and stopped at the flower bed.

Strygab said, "Have you ever heard of the Black Sun Curse? ”

"You should know that the witcher kills ...... other than monsters," John said, staring at Strigab, "wizard. ”

As he spoke, Strygeb's hairs stood on end.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the unpleasantness, and continued: "Lilit, the evil goddess of the night, will welcome her with sixty maidens wearing golden crowns dyeing the rivers blood-red. ”

"I studied the girls born in the Black Sun and found a terrible inner mutation in them, and I tried to heal them and lock them in the tower for safety."

"But there are always girls who die."

Strygab spoke with a divine expression, as if he were a defender of humanity.

It's a pity that nine out of ten sentences are false.

"Intrinsic mutation?" John was thoughtful.

Is the Black Sun Curse a type of Bloodborne Curse?

Although there is no shortage of mutations in the wizarding world, this is the first time I have heard of large-scale mutations.

"I performed autopsies on the girls and came up with the results of my analysis." Strygab spoke with ease, with a hint of madness.

"Eliminating these women is the lesser of two evils."

He looked at John expectantly, as if he wasn't talking about killing a life, but creating hope for saving the world.

John looked calm and asked, "So, you want me to kill her?" A human life? ”

In John's day, a single human life, whether wizarding or Muggle, was enough to keep a person in prison until death.

Despite the fact that this guy has a similar whitebeard to Dumbledore.

Compared to Dumbledore, this guy is simply the scum of the wizarding world.

Of course, it has something to do with the times in which we live.

But this attitude is still unpleasant.

John approached Strigob and said meaningfully, "You know, on my side, you're going to be sent to Azkaban for this behavior?" ”

"Azkaban?" Strygab looked confused, but he could tell John didn't want to help.

So in order to convince John, he said, "Frei has signs of mutation. ”

"Her stepmother told me that she tortured a canary and strangled two puppies......"

"In order to ensure the safety of her family, I sent someone to follow her, but found her body in the woods with a brooch inserted to death."

"Later, I organized people to look for her, but she escaped."

The wizard who tried to convince John was sincere: "She's not human, she's a monster." ”

"She has been following me for years, wanting revenge," he said, staring at John tightly, "and it is at this time that you have come, and it is fate." ”

"The giant bear kills because of hunger, and she does it for pleasure, and I can pay whatever I want to kill her."

"The fate of the entire continent hangs by a thread, killing Fu Rui is the lesser of two evils!"

He stared at John, who thought about it and said casually, "It's my business." ”

The wizard froze and watched John leave without looking back.

...

Some people died, but not completely......