It wasn't warm at all in the tent.

The ground that had not been roasted by the campfire was as cold as ice, and the rope holding the wolf skin in place was probably broken, and the wolf skin was lifted, and the top of the tent sounded like countless flags waving in the hunt. Aisha put her cloak back on. It seemed that she couldn't sleep tonight, so she carried her sleeping bag into the corner and spread it on the floor as a cushion.

The tent shook as if it were pumping in the wind, and cold air seeped in from all directions, and Aisha sat down with her neck curled. The smell of blood here was no less than that of the hunter, Ivan leaned against the side of his luggage, his dagger at his feet, and two spherical magic crystals lay on the ground. He was wrapping the wound on his ankle tightly with a bandage.

"You're covered in blood!" Isha gasped hard. Ivan lowered his head, and saw that the placket and sleeves of his shirt were soaked with blood, and the leather coat was red in large chunks.

"Not my blood. Ivan said, but a chill welled up in his heart.

The demon who died at his feet was still very human-like, except with a pair of bat-like wings and a pair of strange hands. When the blood in the demon's throat spurted on him, he didn't feel any noticeable feeling, he only paid attention to the battle on Hunter's side. Looking back now, I don't know what happened, and I feel a little frightened.

The blood of these demons is also red, but the color is relatively light, and he didn't feel the temperature in the blood through the leather clothes, only the touch of cutting. Ivan remembered that last fall, he held the white blade that had materialized, and the bright red hot blood had soaked down his right hand and into the sleeve of his coat. At that time, the Monster Hound's sharp fangs were less than half a meter away from him, and his mouth was full of disgusting bloody smell.

Before that, he had never imagined that he would touch death so realistically, the whole person seemed to be soaked in a pool of blood, the hound's breathing stopped before his eyes, the hound's corpse smashed on him, and he, too, almost died under the fangs of the mutant hound.

However, perhaps because the mutant hounds, and the monsters he killed later, were more like beasts or monsters, it gradually became natural to hunt monsters, as if he had learned to hunt with his mother Wendy as a child. Wendy, the monster hunter, has long since stopped hunting for a living, but she still often changes her skirt, puts on a hunting suit, and goes to the forests of Messiah Island with a sword and crossbow. Wendy looked serious about hunting, and she tucked her long gray ponytail above her head, and stared intently at some hapless pheasant and hare in the forest, her blue eyes shining brightly.

Memories of the past, with Wendy's death, slowly become as vague as a dream. However, some images still persistently appear in Ivan's mind, and it is impossible to tell whether those images are real or not. Ivan spent a long time trying to escape the pain of losing his mother, but in any way he could not deny Wendy's existence, what Wendy had taught before had always influenced him, and when he faced those monsters, he could always remember Wendy's posture with a wooden sword waving.

"I know it doesn't smell good in this tent. Bob straightened his bear-headed hat, "Well, bear with me." Your medicine saved my brother's life!"

Hunter's wounds had been bandaged, and he was now lying on a deerskin cushion, the look of pain had faded from his face. He grinned and gave a thumbs up.

"Well, this medicine works pretty well. Ivan replied vaguely.

"You're injured too...... Damn!These red-eyed bastards must have killed Doug and them!Doug would never give up his cloak!" Bob frowned, stared at Ivan's ankle for a moment, and then turned his gaze back to Aish.

"Miss, you...... How can you tell them at a glance...... Not a robber?"

Bob's eyes showed a look of guilt and embarrassment, and his reddened fingers clasped together, "Yes, is it magic?"

"I've always had a strong sense of Origin magic. Aisha didn't plan to be modest, "The demons are different from humans, they have a special aura on their bodies, I can feel it." She turned her head to look at Ivan, "Ivan can too." ”

"Oh thank goodness. Hunter let out a sigh, "It seems that we don't have to worry too much, and I won't tell you the truth, if there is another batch of those things, I think our brothers will be finished." Little, miss, what I said before, please ......"

Aisha pursed her lips quietly, but soon, she smiled broadly at Hunter.

"It's okay, I don't mind. ”

None of them fell asleep that night, and the magic crystal lamp was lit all night. The wind outside the tent was like the howl of wolves, and Ivan and Aisha couldn't sleep at all. The hunters may have been accustomed to the sounds of the north, but they had no intention of resting, and in the low tents, they chatted without a word.

"I want to kill all those red-eyed!" Stone grumbled angrily, "They never do good things!"

"They're demons...... "Isha couldn't help but laugh, "but I don't understand why the demons are attacking the kingdom of Ola." ”

"Miss and Young Master have fought these red-eyed guys before, haven't they?" Bob asked with great interest, "Hehe, you guys are pretty good, no worse than us hunters." ”

"I remember Miss Magister's father was a hunter!" Hunter interjected, listening to his tone, as if full of pride in his profession as a hunter.

"Well, yes, my father...... It's a hunter. Aisha replied curtly, her gaze lowering involuntarily.

"Then, when you go back, tell him to come north to hunt. I tell you what good prey there is in the north, let's not talk about the giant wolf in the snowfield, let's just say that the deer is bigger than the south!" Hunter struggled to his feet, his eyes shining, "Is your father still a hunter?"

He ...... He has passed away. Aisha muttered.

After a moment of silence, Hunter's expression darkened.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Your father...... He must be a good hunter. ”

He had not believed that Echo's father was a hunter before, but now his attitude had completely changed.

"yes, it must be. Aisha nodded, nodding firmly as if she wanted to increase her confidence, "I used to think about being a hunter, and my house is near the forest." Ah, by the way, what about you, Ivan?"

"Huh?" Ivan was stunned for a moment, not expecting Asha to suddenly ask him.

"What did Ivan want to be before?"

“......”

If it hadn't happened four years ago, such a question would have been easy for Ivan to answer. But he was looking at Aisha's face in wonder now.

"Did you want to be a hunter before?"

"Have you ever thought that......" Asha stuck out her tongue, "I used to feel a ...... every time I heard him tell me stories about how he hunted with his friends It must be fun to be a hunter. I've also thought about becoming a therapist, and I've also thought about opening a dim sum shop in the City of Light, and I want to wait until my father recovers......

Aisha's voice got stuck in her throat.

After all, Robin's illness didn't get better, and none of her fleeting ideas came true.

"However, it's also good to be a magician, and I think I'm really lucky to be able to meet Sister Xiulin and become a magician of the alliance. Well, what did Ivan want to be before?" Isha asked again, her eyes a little more confused, "Can't you say?"

Ivan lowered his head and silently looked at the magic crystal on the ground.

I wanted to speak, but my throat was inexplicably dry, and Wendy's words wandered in my ears in a trance. He flicked the spherical magic crystal with his fingers, and then, with some embarrassment, glanced at Aisha.

"Don't ask. He muttered under his breath, "I hadn't thought about it that much. ”