"Suck-"

Lan En snapped his eyes open, taking a long, reflexive breath.

His breathing was rapid and deep, as if his body had forgotten to breathe in his sleep, and he had to make up for it all at this time.

His dazed eyes were rolling around, and Mentos made a super striking flicker on the retina to refocus Lan's attention.

"Sir! You've just fallen into a deep sleep, the kind of depth that I can't even wake up. What happened to you?! ”

Mentos's familiar intelligent voice, this familiar voice made Lan En feel a little reassured.

"I think I'm in a dream? It seems that he was pulled into his illusion by a mage. No, I can't tell. ”

"! If only there was a mage! I can at least know what tricks I've been used for! ”

Lan En pinched his temples with a headache, and even burst into foul mouths for the first time in a long time.

This sleep did not dispel his fatigue at all, but made him feel like he had experienced another [memory dive], tired and headache.

When his fingers touched his head, the demon hunter realized that he was already sweating a lot.

"Mr. Lanne! You okay? ”

This is not Mentos's intelligent voice, but the voice of Lady Viola outside the guest room door.

Lan En propped himself up from the bed and subconsciously held the sword of the Lake Maiden leaning against the head of the bed in his hand.

The moment this god-made weapon was taken into Lan's hand, the witcher felt a chill in his swollen head.

The golden divine light overflowed from the sheath of the scabbard, and he knew that the runes on the surface of the knife should be lit up at this moment without drawing the sword.

But Lann didn't have time to observe Arondaite's anomaly right now.

Outside the door, there was a panic in Viola's voice that could not be concealed.

He promised Gascoigne to take care of his family before he returned.

"I'm fine, ma'am. What happened? ”

Lan pulled open the door to the guest room, and Viola's face was as anxious and panicked as her voice at the door.

Lan's vision took in the entire living room in an instant, and his pupils unconsciously contracted as he watched the sunlight from the window into the room.

The sun was completely different from the morning, and it was as red as blood!

It's not the sun in broad daylight.

It's a sunset approaching sunset!

The witcher understood what Viola's nervousness was.

Gascoigne had just gone to buy incense, and he was supposed to be back before noon. Even if I had gone far to buy it, I would have been back in the afternoon, but it was already approaching nightfall.

Did something happen?

Lan immediately adjusted his state and stabilized himself.

"Didn't Gascoigne come back?"

The young man asked calmly, and this attitude also made the panicked Viola unconsciously calm down.

"He, he just came back once, brought incense, and took the weapon. Say I'll wake you up and get you out of town as soon as possible. He had a serious look on his face, and I didn't know what was going on. But I was just about to wake you up, and there was another knock on the door, and I was in a hurry, and I was afraid, so I did."

So he woke me up in a panic.

Lan En easily sorted out the logic.

At this moment, a new round of 'bang bang' was heard at the door.

The sound can't even be called a 'knock', it's closer to a 'slamming the door'.

And the people outside the door just knocked on the door vigorously, but didn't say anything. Viola, an ordinary housewife with two children, is a matter of course.

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the 'banging' door.

"It's okay, I'll take a look."

He patted Viola on the shoulder and stepped out of the guest room.

The sword of the Lake Maiden hung on her waist, and she pressed the scabbard with her left hand and walked towards the door of the house.

The little head, one red and one white, sticks out from the corner of the wall, looking at it worriedly and nervously.

Lan smiled comfortingly at them, and the two little girls nodded reluctantly in response, then retreated back into the corner.

The witcher walked to the door, stood sideways behind it, and pulled open the heavy wooden door.

This position does not expose himself to the crack in the door, and if the person outside the door wants to make a move, then he just slams the door shut.

Not to mention jamming a weapon, if you are lucky, you may be able to directly destroy the opponent's entire hand.

After opening the door, the people outside the door did not make a hostile move.

It was a hunter dressed in a hunter's outfit that he had never seen before, and the whole was black, a bit like the dress of a Western monk or monk.

On his shoulder, he had a strip of cloth embroidered with the logo of the Healing Church, which seemed to have been thrown on his shoulder by knocking on the door hard. In normal times, this strip of cloth should hang directly behind the opponent.

Under the sleek wide-brimmed hat are a pair of gloomy eyes.

"You're not Gascoigne."

In keeping with the Taciturn tradition of the Yanan hunters, this hunter's words are crisp and short.

After scanning the hunter in front of him, Lan also saw the prying eyes of the nearby residents peeking out from behind the glass and curtains.

The fact that this hunter just knocked on the door and didn't even say a word was very eye-catching.

Because this behavior is very reminiscent of that bad night.

But people's eyes are not very daring to show resentment and hostility, even if they are secretly looking here.

That is, is he a hunter who heals the church?

Unable to behave strangely because of the thoughts in his head, Lan En calmly responded to the question.

"I was his friend and was entrusted by him to take care of my family at home for a while. Not long after he left, is there anything wrong with you? ”

"Already dispatched?" The gloomy hunter first looked down and muttered, then raised his eyes to look at Lan En a few times.

"Looks like you're also a hunter, so I'll pass by and pass the notice to you."

"What is it?"

The gloomy hunter didn't seem to even want to let his lips move a little more, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his lips opened and closed very little, and his voice was not loud.

"Ahead of schedule."

Before Lan En could react: "What? ”

The hunter's eyes stared at Lan from under his wide-brimmed hat, his godless, gloomy eyes like a black hole that sucked light.

"Hunting night, early."

Lan En's brows furrowed, he didn't know what the normal interval of Yanan's hunting night was, so he asked tentatively, "How much earlier?" ”

A week in advance? Two weeks? Why can't it be more than a month, right?

"Tonight."

Even Lan En, who was a foreigner, was completely stunned by this answer.

The sound of the porcelain plate shattering came from behind Lan En.

Lan En turned his head and saw Viola, who was originally coming with a cup of black tea, standing in place in a daze, the black tea, porcelain plate, and porcelain cup in his hand fell to the floor, shattering into large and small pieces.

This answer, like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, blinded everyone who heard the news.

Rann now knew why the church hunter in front of him was slamming the door.

As a foreigner, he felt a little difficult to breathe at this time.

And after saying the news, the gloomy hunter did not stay any longer and left in a hurry.

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