The sound of horses' hooves came from the winding and rugged road.

It is not too close or too far from the village and is mainly used as farmland for farmers.

At the edge of the ridge, the dog began to bark alertly, and the cat seemed to sense something, and disappeared after the fur was fried.

This beast has always been sensitive to magic and magic.

In the direction of the sound of hooves was an old horse of little value, carrying a young man on his back.

Lann gripped the reins tightly, and drove his mount earnestly.

Willen, part of Temeria, a great northern country, was the poorest province.

At first glance, the vegetation is lush and colorful, but anyone who spends two hours here knows that this is a disgusting place like shit.

Under the dense vegetation are swamps and miasma, and abundant aquatic plants support many creatures, but they cannot provide convenience to humans.

In other words, these overgrown and multiplying "creatures" are far more dangerous to ordinary people than swamps.

Inaccessible swamps, poor villages, impolite hillbillies, and monsters that popped out of nowhere, probably the only thing people remember about this place is it.

The tired farmer in the ridge looked up, and the strangers passing by were the few things they could talk about in their poor life.

So the farmer carefully looked at the passers-by.

His face was a kind of detached paleness, but he was still energetic.

The facial features are very different from those of humans on the mainland, the eye sockets are not deep enough, and the bridge of the nose is not straight enough, but the appearance is delicate and the skin is quite good.

However, compared with those non-human races that are excluded and discriminated against, such as elves, dwarves, dwarves, etc., they obviously belong to "human beings".

Probably something far away that even the king's urine can't be spilled, the humans who came there?

...... That's a lot better than the inhuman race.

The farmer with the hoe snorted twice, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground.

The cheap blue cotton nails were black and shiny, and even the cotton on the waistband of the pants burst out a little. Cowhide boots, without thickened soles, are also bargains, although they are awkward, but they can walk freely on the ground.

There is a sword, which is normal in Willen.

But a sword on your back?

Even the farmer knows it...... No one would carry a sword like a bow.

How can he pull it out when he slashes someone?

The farmer was about to laugh sarcastically, although he didn't even have a pair of shoes, but there were not so many rules for "laughing" at such things.

But the next moment, he saw the eyes of the approaching young man.

"Cat, cat's eye! Mutant freak!! ”

The ridicule turned to panic, and the farmer cried out, as if he had seen some terrible contagious man, some terrible filth, and retreated.

Even in the process of reversing, he fell on all fours, and his hands and feet kept retreating.

Demon hunter's signature feature - a pair of cat eyes.

The mutant warriors created by the warlocks of ancient humans to sweep away monsters, and their noble vision and profession have become a plague-like people in the eyes of modern people.

Lan En sighed imperceptibly, he could only persuade himself in his heart: Come on, the Magical Middle Ages are also Middle Ages.

Ignorance always comes with malice.

The amber cat's eyes glanced at the farmer on the ground at the same time.

Immediately, Lane began to tighten the reins and control the horses.

The old horse is docile and not strong. But he was also hungry and had only been riding for a week.

If you are thrown directly on a horse, and you fall off in the middle of the journey, you will be whipped directly, which is also considered "learning".

"Sigh Rule~"

The farmer's dog is black and white, loyal.

Even if the old horse's hooves can trample it to death almost at once, it still rushes through the gaps in the horse's hooves to its master.

It took a lot of effort for Lan to keep the faithful dog unharmed.

He was even a little gasping for hunger.

But when he saw the puppy rushing towards his owner alive, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But just as the dog was about to pounce on its master, a slender black shadow rubbed past Lan's leg.

"Whoosh!"

"Woo!"

The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and terrifying, and the lively and loyal dog burst into blood and screamed in mid-air.

A crossbow arrow, shot from the back of the waist and diagonally through the chest.

The dog did not meet its master, but its nervous convulsive body smashed at the farmer's feet.

The farmer was already scared stupid.

Lann's expression, which had been slightly relaxed, suddenly tightened, turning back into cold ice, and his body froze along with the old horse.

A tall, majestic figure, on an equally muscular horse, walked unhurriedly past Lane.

The man's beard is vigorous, like a brown bear in human form.

But his face without emotion fluctuations was like a piece of ice without emotion.

Two swords were carried on their backs.

He was dressed in a solid and elaborate composite armor.

Chain armor, leather armor, iron armor, and cotton armor are assembled alternately to form a robe that is calf-length.

A pendant with a roaring bear's head, swaying around his neck with the pace of the horse.

And his eyes are exactly the same as Lan's—amber cat's eyes.

The man stooped down on horseback, grabbed the tail shaft of the crossbow bolt as he passed the farmer, and dragged the dog's body up from the field.

It is hard to imagine that a person with at least thirty kilograms of armor on his back can make such smooth and agile movements.

The dog's body was still twitching nervously, and the dying whimper coming out of his mouth was desolate and miserable.

But he didn't even look at it.

With a "poof" from the flesh, he pulled out his crossbow arrow, wiped it off the twitching dog's skin, and put it back in his pocket.

And the dog's body was thrown directly to Lanen.

The worn-out cotton armor is even dirtier.

The young man could feel the loss of life in his hands.

He still couldn't get used to it...... No, rather, in order to retain the remnants of his former life, he refused to lose his sensitivity to this feeling.

But Lan En only twitched his biting muscles slightly on his face, so small that it almost seemed to be an illusion.

Immediately, the expression on Bai Jing's face turned into nothingness like that of a man.

"Polton, what are you going to do with it?"

"It was our lunch."

Bolton's voice was the same as his face, unwavering.

"Dog, it's easy to catch."

Dogs are genetically compromised with humans, and even if humans don't like dogs, they will find them cute or athletic.

At least – there will be special treatment emotionally.

But in Pordon's words, he only treats it as a lump of meat.

Lann's ice-cube face didn't show the slightest unusualness, and he drove his horse to follow, "We shouldn't be noticeable, Bolton. You know what the situation is. ”

Lan's hands trembled slightly, but that didn't stop him from hanging the dog's body on the saddle hook.

The hook is commonly found in butchers' butchers' shops, and is used to hook into pieces of meat for easy hanging or handling.

For the Demon Hunter population, it is more often used to hang loot.

Bolton seemed to be reminded by Lanne's words, and without the slightest wave, his cat's eyes turned to the farmer who was slumped in the field.

The farmer's pants suddenly became wet.

"You're right, I'm wanted, so ......"

He turned over and dismounted at the sound of the composite armor, and instead of pulling out the sword on his back, he drew the dagger hanging on his chest.

He wanted to kill.

Lane immediately recognized this.

And he couldn't know more than that, for a demon hunter who has no feelings, and only money and physical needs are left in his life.

Killing a living human to cover up is not something to hesitate about.

The young man was also expressionless at this time.

He stumbled off his old horse and walked briskly towards Bolton.

And the farmer seemed to have some guts, and at this moment he was clenching his hoe with a near-collapsed expression.

Although I was so scared that I couldn't stand up, it was a bit of a deterrent.

"Wait, Boldon!"

Rann stopped Bolton as he approached the farmer within two meters.

The boy was careful not to touch his armor, remembering that the last time he touched it, Borton had broken three branches on him.

If there was a next time, he bluntly said that he would chop off one of his hands.

In his eyes, that set of bear school armor was much more valuable than his own.

"Let's stop for a moment, we can't just kill him. Killing itself is a trace, isn't it? ”

But even so, Lanne stopped in front of Boldon.

His expression was still indifferent, as if he didn't care about a farmer's life at all, and was just thinking about the trip of the two.

Bolton grimaced, and after a moment's thought, he withdrew his dagger.

The mutation of the demon hunter deprives him of feelings, but not brains.

Lan En turned his head sideways, breathing a sigh of relief without a trace.

After a brief weighing, Boldon's gaze shifted from the farmer to Lann and he spoke suddenly.

"How's your Axifa practice?"

It was one of the five magic tricks used by demon hunters to disturb the minds of living beings.

Lan En, who turned his head sideways, the cat's eyes first shrank suddenly, and then returned to normal.

By the time he and Bolton looked at each other, there was no trace of it.

"No, not skilled, I don't even have much time to practice. Training is up to you, you know. ”

Lan's tone was natural and flat.

"Hmm." Bolton scratched his bushy beard and nodded, "All you need to do now is familiarize yourself with the Quinn Fa Seal." ”

The Quinn Seal is used to protect against physical damage.

The man walked straight past Lanen, and this time the boy was no longer in the way.

From behind the man, a magical aura lit up slightly, and then the farmer's nervous expression became dull.

"You haven't seen anyone just now, your dog ran into the forest on its own, and you didn't dare to go in."

The words came out of Porton's unwavering mouth.

Until the farmer nodded sluggishly, he walked past Lan En without any fuss, and turned to leave.

Ryan followed, his clumsy mount delayed for a few seconds.

Bolton knew how bad the kid's riding skills were, so he didn't look back.

But, only in those few seconds.

The boy's cat eyes glanced at the sluggish farmer, while his left hand made a subtle gesture.

The aura of magic was condensed into an inverted triangle before his gesture.

It was a mature, well-established ...... Axifa Seal Rune!

The farmer's cloudy and confused eyes suddenly changed slightly.

"Good luck, bad luck."

"Oh, no......"

Retracting his gaze, Lan En's movements on the horse were light and silent, I am afraid that the best rider in the world is no more than this in terms of horse control.

The amber cat's eye narrowed slightly in the backlit shadows, that bland resoluteness...... It's like a tiger in predation!

"Good luck to both of us."