The mad Demon Hunter was stunned.
His muddled mind made it impossible for him to understand what the person who spoke meant.
However, the rage in his heart and the desire to kill that was born from it didn't diminish a bit.
The next moment, he dashed into the carriage.
The venom-stained dagger in his hand was thrust towards the person who spoke.
The dagger plunged into the person's chest.
The surprised smile on the person's face froze for a moment, but then, it felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders.
"You're right.
"I owe you this blow."
I should be the one to bear it. "
Then, with a relieved smile, he hugged the crazy Demon Hunter before him.
It was the kind of hug that belonged to the Northern Lands.
The hug was tight and forceful, and it was slapping the person's back.
The rhythmic slapping sound was very heavy.
There wasn't any malicious intent behind it.
The mad Demon Hunter instinctively noticed it.
Especially after that blow, the rage in his heart was washed away and he seemed to have gained a little more rationality, so he started to think.
'Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing here? '
However, before he could figure it out, his ears were filled with the passionate and joyful voice of the person who hugged him.
"Welcome back.
My brother. "
The mad Demon Hunter couldn't help but open his mouth when he heard the voice.
"B-Brother?"
The voice was dry and muffled.
One couldn't hear it if they weren't close enough.
"Yes, brother.
The brothers of Wolf Sect!
I know not all of you were wiped out in that battle, there must be some survivors, but please forgive our incompetence. We tried our best but couldn't find out where you guys were after you were captured.
In the end, Corin had to take the risk, using himself as bait to lure out Silent Night's backup plan.
Those bastards are as cunning as ever, they wanted us to kill each other.
"But they have underestimated the will of us demon hunters!"
Bloody Mary kept explaining in the mad Demon Hunter's ears.
Some illusions unique to the dark spirits were quietly cast at this moment.
The mad Demon Hunter's heart calmed down.
Although he didn't know who he was for a long time, he was sure the person who hugged him didn't have malicious intent.
And …
The person sitting opposite him with a cold face.
Despite the lack of expression on the person's face, the person's presence … was very familiar.
It felt like …
The mad Demon Hunter should feel the same way.
Kieran, who had changed his title to [Ghost Hunter], sat there quietly. He couldn't help but sigh when he saw the look on the crazy Demon Hunter's face.
The whip marks that could be seen from under the lapel.
The fingers without nails.
The gap on the ears.
The scar on the man's face had been removed in a short period of time, but the details were enough for Kieran to understand what had happened to the man before him.
An inhuman ordeal.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have a mental breakdown.
No!
Not a mental breakdown!
It was a mental breakdown!
It seemed to be some kind of experiment, forcefully stuffing a 'soul' that did not belong to the other party into this body.
With Bloody Mary's investigation, Kieran got even more certain information.
Kieran thought.
Kieran frowned.
He knew very little about Silent Night Secret Society, but judging from Lady Calamity's existence, their power was undeniable. But now?
Demon Demon hunter! Demon level again.
Anything related to the 'soul' couldn't be underestimated.
When his Spirit broke through rank V and started to replenish his body, Kieran already had this realization. Aside from that, his powerful Spirit in the early stages brought him all sorts of benefits.
He signaled to Bloody Mary through the power of the contract.
Ye Zichen said in understanding.
"My brother.
The suffering will pass.
Leave the rest to me, okay? "
Bloody Mary let go of the man and looked at the mad Demon Hunter in a serious manner.
"Don't worry.
"I can promise you that."
"With me here, you will not suffer any harm."
Unless … "
"I'm dead!"
The mad Demon Hunter was already affected by Bloody Mary's subtle [Illusion], and under Bloody Mary's [Demon Instinct], there were no secrets he could hide from the mad Demon Hunter.
Kieran Demon Hunter's last words dissolved the mad Demon Hunter's worries.
The mad Demon Hunter then looked at the dagger in Bloody Mary's chest.
The venom-stained dagger was still there.
Bloody Mary smiled under the mad Demon Hunter's gaze and casually pulled the dagger out.
"It can't hurt me."
Bloody Mary tossed the dagger on the table and pulled the mad Demon Hunter to sit down. It said in a soft voice, "You will fall asleep in a while, but don't worry, I'm just using this to help you find yourself."
The mad Demon Hunter quickly fell asleep under Bloody Mary's soothing.
Kieran wasn't surprised at all.
For a demon that was good at bewitching people, bewitching a person was a piece of cake, even if the person was a lunatic.
After all, the one who bewitched the mad Demon Hunter wasn't a common demon.
Kieran kept quiet out of his own will.
When he entered the castle gate corridor, he got a signal from Kieran to get off the carriage quietly. Pol, who sat beside Ash and Kano, didn't say a word. Although he didn't know what Kieran was doing, keeping quiet was good enough.
Because of this, he specifically told Aschenkano to slow down and be as steady as possible so that he wouldn't make too much noise.
The wagon slowly moved forward.
It didn't catch anyone's attention though.
Inside Aïtantin Castle, wagons had to slow down, especially around the crowded castle gate.
Likewise, Bloody Mary's [Illusion] didn't catch anyone's attention either.
The only thing that changed was the mad Demon Hunter's heart.
…
"Edersen!
Using a dagger is different from using a sword. A dagger isn't suitable for slashing, only stabbing, and when you slash, you will fall into a desperate situation. It's better for you to prepare a crossbow, it'll be better than a dagger.
Of course, a crossbow is fine too.
But you have to earn it yourself, I don't have extra Gold Purton. "
In the empty space of a wooden hut, two scarecrows and a wooden puppet were being combed.
Edersen, who was only 12 years old at the time, couldn't help but pout when he heard his teacher's explanation.
He preferred a long sword.
Unfortunately …
His teacher wasn't good with a sword, only a dagger.
So, he could only blame his teacher for learning how to use a dagger.
However, deep in his heart, Edersen swore that when he could hunt monsters on his own, he would find someone to learn how to use a sword.
Of course, he wouldn't tell his teacher about it.
…
"Edersen, your dagger is really lousy.
It's not a flying dagger.
When you hold it, don't think about throwing it away.
Treat it as your best friend, your most reliable comrade! "
His teacher, who was missing a leg and holding a bottle of wine, was once again giving advice to the 16-year-old Edersen.
Edersen, who had a little more stubbornness in him, didn't care about his teacher's advice.
He still did what he wanted.
He liked to hurl the dagger and stab it into his prey's throat.
Chop!
A clear noise of metal hitting wood.
The training wooden puppet was stabbed by the dagger. The metal edge of the dagger sank more than half into the puppet's body.
Edersen looked at the scene in satisfaction.
Then, he looked at his teacher with a proud gaze.
He was sure that even his teacher couldn't do it.
Old Demon Hunter, who was missing a leg, shook his head when he saw the scene. He took a big gulp of wine and looked up at the moon in the sky, thinking about something.
…
Another successful hunt.
At 22 years old, Edersen had become a rather famous member of the Demon Hunters.
Sword, crossbow, and the most praised skill was the flying dagger.
After receiving the bounty and exchanging it for a barrel of good wine, Edersen grabbed two deer legs and prepared to go home to visit his teacher.
"What a long hunt!"
Whenever he thought about the hunting process, Edersen couldn't hold back his excitement.
He couldn't help but want to tell his teacher about the whole process.
In fact, since he was 18 years old, every time he completed a hunting mission, he would tell his teacher about it. At first, his teacher would say a few words, but later on, he would just drink and listen to him quietly.
He thought that this was a sign that he had surpassed his teacher.
…
At 25 years old, Edersen's fame was growing day by day.
However, he didn't get a title that everyone recognized.
Because of this, Edersen was very distressed. After he talked to his teacher again, he prepared to do something big.
He had discovered an organization that had been hidden very deeply.
He planned to destroy this organization in one fell swoop.
If he did that, he would definitely get a title.
…
The process of tracking this organization was too difficult. There were almost no clues, so he could only rely on luck.
It had been a whole year, and he didn't visit his teacher.
However, he would send money back every two weeks.
I hope my teacher is fine.
Wait for me!
I will go back with a real title. That's something that even you couldn't achieve back then.
…
Another year!
Hard work pays off!
He finally found the whereabouts of the organization!
He couldn't wait to strike.
Then, he fell into a trap!
A trap specifically targeted at him!
He was heavily injured.
He thought he was dead for sure.
Then, his teacher appeared.
With a walking stick and a bottle of wine, he slowly appeared out of nowhere.
No!
It wasn't sudden!
Instead, she followed behind him.
He saw the grass and dust on his teacher's body, he was sure his teacher had been following him.
"Teacher."
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but all he could do was call his teacher.
His teacher turned around and looked at him. His eyes weren't as turbid as before, instead, they were clear and bright.
"Kid, you shouldn't use a dagger like this."
As he spoke, his teacher bent down and took out the dagger that he had hidden in his boot.
With the dagger spinning at his fingertips, his teacher turned around and threw his walking stick away.
"Watch carefully.
I'll teach you one more time.
One last … time. "
As soon as he finished speaking, his teacher disappeared without a trace, and the 30 people from the 'organization' fell into a pool of blood almost instantly.
Cough, cough, cough.
He was woken up by his teacher's coughs.
He dashed over.
But he was stopped by his teacher.
The dagger was thrown back to him.
"Kid, you still have a long way to go."
With such words, his teacher vanished.
He turned into a faint mist and vanished.
…
At 30 years old, he received the publicly acknowledged title of Hunting Blade as he wished.
He didn't have a sword.
He only had a dagger.
One was given to him by his teacher.
The other was forged by his teacher himself.
There was also a hand crossbow and an arm crossbow.
He already had a matchlock but he didn't like it, it was too troublesome.
As for the treasures?
It was too expensive.
He couldn't afford it.
He opened the bottle with his teeth and drank his teacher's favorite poor-quality wine. The transparent wine was poured into his mouth. There was no other fragrance, it was fierce and strong, as if it was on fire.
But he liked the feeling.
Half a bottle in one gulp.
He poured the remaining half in front of his teacher's tombstone.
"I've found clues about those bastards.
They call themselves Silent Night Secret Order.
"I've killed a hundred and thirty-seven of them."
"Next, it will be the 138th."
…
"It's a trap!
"This is a trap!"
I've dealt with them before, they won't let their tails get caught so easily! "
Edersen said loudly.
"Don't worry, I'm confident!"
It was a man's voice, firm and charming, affecting everyone.
…
It was a losing battle.
Einderson played around with his teacher's dagger as he looked at his wounded comrade and his dead comrade. He was heavily wounded. A councilman ambushed him and almost broke his ribs, but the councilman wasn't in a good state either. His heart suffered a lethal blow from Einderson.
Even if he didn't die, he would be crippled.
But what use would it be?
The defeat was irreversible.
"Let's go.
Bring the last spark with us and leave. "
Edersen stood up and said to his comrades who could still move.
His comrades who couldn't move before were now full of energy, each and every one of them stood side by side with Einderson with radiant faces.
No words were spoken.
No orders were given.
They stayed behind to fight for their comrades' lives.
There were no grudges.
If their positions were swapped, their comrades would have done the same.
…
The dying struggle was longer than the final battle.
During this period of time, Edersen didn't know who managed to escape.
He also didn't know how many of his comrades died.
But he found the target.
The target that he trusted.
He wanted to kill his way to the target and question him.
Just as he was about to reach the other party, the other party disappeared.
Vanished into thin air.
His sure-kill attack had failed.
He lost the last of his strength.
When he fell on his back, the councilman who he stabbed with his dagger and became a cripple appeared with a cruel smile.
He knew what the councilman wanted to do.
So, he needed to gather his strength and deliver the final blow.
…
Experiments!
Countless experiments!
His body was riddled with holes!
His mind started to blur!
He knew his time was running out.
That bastard had stuffed too many pagans into his body, he couldn't hold on much longer.
Then, his chance came.
His fake death worked, that bastard finally let his guard down.
That bastard wanted to chop him into pieces.
However, his sudden attack had managed to crush his opponent's throat before that happened.
What a joke.
In the end, he borrowed the power of the pagans.
The pagans started to fight for his body.
How could he let the pagans get what they wanted?
The stove beside him was burning brightly.
The kerosene lamp was on the table.
He broke the kerosene lamp, poured the oil on his body, and rushed to the stove.
"We who do not belong to the light, we who do not belong to the darkness, we walk on the edge.
There is no glory in praise, no hymns, only the pride in our hearts. "
Amid the loud shouts.
He and a bunch of pagans were reduced to ashes.
…
He woke up again.
His mind was a little blurry.
What was his name again?
The jailer before him kept interrogating him.
Something in his heart was also interrogating him.
They were more impatient than he was.
Because they had forgotten who they were.
…
Everything was in tatters.
He was being interrogated and beaten.
He was angry. He was angry.
He wanted to kill the person before him.
His anger merged with the pagans in his body, making him more manic, but when the thunder rumbled, he became weaker.
This weakness was discovered by the prison guards.
These hateful bastards changed their way of interrogating him.
The power that had just merged with his body was broken again.
It was broken to the point that it was worthless.
Imprisonment had become his treatment.
He asked himself every day who he was.
But …
There was no answer.
Until that young man appeared, the young man with malicious intentions.
"Snake school … Snake school …"
In the darkness of nothingness, the mad Demon Hunter, no, Edersen was muttering to himself.
He looked down at himself.
Then he looked at his' comrade 'in front of him.
The comrade was worried, but his eyes were sincere.
He was different from the one who instigated him with malicious intentions.
"I'm sorry.
I didn't find you earlier.
My brother. "
The comrade said softly.
Edersen looked at him and slowly shook his head.
"Wolf Sect, Edersen."
Said Kieran.
"Snake school, Simon."
Bloody Mary extended its hand. Edersen wasn't used to it, but he still extended his hand. After they shook hands, Bloody Mary's smile grew warmer.
"It's nice to meet another member of Wolf Sect.
To be honest, you fit my impression of Wolf Sect better than Khorów. "
Bloody Mary gestured at Khorów's fat body as it spoke.
Khorów?
He's still alive!
When Edersen heard the familiar name that he hadn't heard for a long time, he instantly felt a lot better.
"How is he?"
Asked Edersen.
"He's fine, you'll know when you see him next time.
He's … "
"Huh?"
Bloody Mary sized up Edersen as if it realized what was going on.
Under Bloody Mary's gaze, bloody marks appeared on Edersen's body.
Edersen looked down at the marks and waved at Bloody Mary.
"Don't worry.
It's just a parting gift.
I'll give him a gift in return. "
Edersen then wiped away the bloody marks and asked, "What do you think happened to Khorów?"
Bloody Mary smiled after it sensed everything. It brought Edersen back to the wagon and said in a serious tone.
"He's gathering the rest of the Demon Hunters!
"We want to do it again …"
"Counterattack!"
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