"After killing the demon, the demon's body must be burned, and the materials taken from the demon's body also require a special way of storage. ”

Leon explained as he pushed open the door of the hotel.

Outside the gate, many guests who had been driven away before gathered, and when they saw Li Ang coming out, they hurriedly dispersed.

Li Ang ignored them, raised his head to himself, and saw that above the clouds, a huge beast covered the clouds and swooped towards the ground, and it was a huge dragon.

People were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

Whew-

The dragon descended slowly, and the wind of its wings swept the sand and gravel in all directions, but when it was about to touch Leon's side, it all froze, and then fell in a swoop.

The climbing elves couldn't help but look at Leon.

Li Ang didn't raise his head and said, "Ignore it and keep going." ”

He looked at the female elf standing beside him and said, "Flynn, you just recorded the process of dissecting the Skinning Demon with a recording crystal, right?"

The apprentices' eyes were filled with adoration and amazement, and although they had ridden with the dragon Rhaegar when they came, dragon creatures were not a rarity in Calradia.

But they still remember the heroic posture of Rega who swept away the demon air force by himself during the battle of Lothern's defense.

Leon motioned for the apprentices to climb on Rhaeggar's back in turn, and Rhaegar bowed down in cooperation, but when the first elven apprentice stepped on its back, it still snorted a little irritably, and the cold air exhaled from it caused the temperature around it to drop by more than ten degrees.

Leon came out this time and asked for a full ten recording crystals from Beludanti, each of which could record images for two hours in a row.

He was in the southern part of the empire, and there were twenty-six dissected objects, all of which were typical demon species.

As for the elven apprentices to hunt their first demon as a witcher and obtain the trial of the cornerstone talent, Leon did not intend to interfere.

"Yes, teacher. ”

Frigila waved the recording crystal in her hand with some trepidation, which is a translucent crystal similar to a video camera, a natural photographic mineral, commonly used in high-level magic, vindictiveness and magic inheritance, but this is only limited to high-level, slightly low-level inheritance can only rely on written texts.

Because the price of recording crystals is too expensive.

As for himself, he didn't intend to watch them at all, but planned to continue hunting the demons all over the place on his own, preparing for his next use of the Talent Furnace.

There are too many high-level sequences he is dealing with now, and his strength has become a shortcoming, and he must improve again in a short period of time.

...

These elves have a very good foundation, it is enough to teach them the knowledge of dealing with demons in advance, and then arrange for them to have their own targets to detect in advance.

He and Anivia traveled almost to the southern part of the empire last night, sifting out more than twenty suitable targets for the Witcher's cornerstone talent.

The talents of these demons are already chicken ribs for him, and it is only fitting to leave them to these junior disciples.

One of the travelers whispered, "Flynn, the teacher's goal is here, right?"

"Of course, this is the small town of Viselos that the teacher said, and the street sign is clearly written. The target is a brain demon who is good at illusion. ”

"Alas, this world has changed since the minions of the Abyss landed on the eastern steppes - it looks peaceful, but it hides murderous intentions. ”

Three days later.

Two travelers in black hoods arrived in a small town in the southwest of the empire.

On the surface, the news of the demonic invasion did not affect the area in any way, and the residents of this place looked very healthy, talking and laughing with each other, full of happiness.

Fringira barely managed to squeeze out a smile: "I'd rather the world never needed witchers, too many people have died because of this." ”

"But this has already happened, and complaining won't solve anything. Frynn, we're going to get rid of all the monsters that lurk among the people. ”

Serena clenched her little fists, this is an optimistic and cheerful female elf, as a witcher, it is simply a good thing to have such a trait.

Holding a sticky note with the ink still dry, Fringilla and her companion, an elven ranger named Serena, will go on their first demon hunt together.

Flynn sighed: "Yes, there are monsters lurking among people everywhere, and the lover who was kissing passionately one second may tear off his skin and turn into an ugly monster the next moment." ”

Serena laughed, "That's why the existence of our witchers is more necessary, isn't it?"

Watson tugged at his hair a little agitated, as a famous horror writer in the small town of Viselos, he hadn't been able to write the manuscript he wanted for many days.

On the ground, there were crumpled balls of waste paper, all of which he had written and discarded.

Either the horror is not enough, or the plot is not unique enough and does not have an engaging feeling.

In the first batch of ten demon hunter apprentices, Leon didn't choose her.

In the second batch of selection, if it weren't for her optimism and cheerfulness, as if she was the heroine of the second comic in her blood, Li Ang would not have chosen her either.

...

He sat there for a long time, and then, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he pulled out a drawer on the side.

Inside, there was a still wriggling, bloodshot brain.

"O magical brain, help me, help me write a manuscript that will satisfy me, and I will offer you a rich enough sacrifice. ”

But no matter how he wrote, he couldn't write anything he was satisfied with.

"I'm just a piece of shit!"

He let out a hysterical roar and threw all the papers on the table on the ground.

He spread out the manuscript paper and read it carefully: "Viselos is a quiet and peaceful town, where the people live a prosperous and carefree life, but one day, two fanatical murderers wearing hoods, came from outside the town, they have mastered the most cruel and terrifying killing techniques, even the whole town, all the inhabitants united can not threaten them......"

Watson read as he read, his expression suddenly frozen.

For he saw under the window, directly at the entrance to the town, two travelers in hoods, slowly approaching the house where he lived.

The next moment, Watson only felt that the world was spinning in front of him.

When he came back to his senses, he was holding a fountain pen in his hand, and the manuscript paper in front of him was already densely packed with small characters.

A smile finally broke out of his face.

"What should I do?"

His mind was in a state of confusion, so he simply picked up the manuscript paper and continued to read.

As if premeditated, they headed for the home of the horror writer who lived in Viselos, and it seemed that their first target was this barren brain, old-fashioned, withdrawn, and unaccomplished waste. ”

Fear surged uncontrollably.

"They're the two murderers?"

Obviously, it was probably just a coincidence, but at this moment, Watson actually had the illusion in his mind that these two people must be murderers.

His breath became rapid, and he picked up the pen and added a few words to the end of the paragraph.

Luckily, the two murderers were just about to step into Watson's room when they were killed by a stone falling from the sky. ”

Bang –

"Fortunately, this guy has no value to Viseros at all, and it would be nice if the two murderers could leave satisfying after killing him—the townspeople thought silently to their hearts, no one cared about the poor creature who was in the room in a hurry at the moment. ”

Watson's face froze, he subconsciously looked at the people on the street, everyone had laughter on their faces, the house opposite, the curtains were closed, and no one cared that he was about to be killed by these two murderers.

"No one will help me, I have to save myself!"

Watson's eyes lit up, and he heard the sound of stones falling to the ground.

However, when he looked out the window, the two murderers were still standing intact.

He hurriedly looked at the manuscript paper, but found that the sentence he had written earlier had become: Fortunately, when the two murderers were about to step into Watson's room, a tile that had fallen due to disrepair fell into them, but unfortunately, the two murderers were too agile to hit the tile.