With a sweep of the sword, the air froze.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene before their eyes, which was split into two.
Even the Old Demon Hunter and Sivalka were no exception.
Powerful!
More powerful than all the Dark Hall priests he had ever met!
That was Sivalka's first impression of Kieran.
But the Old Demon Hunter was different.
Kieran saw more.
Close to a demigod?
The Old Demon Hunter muttered, but his expression quickly returned to normal.
He had seen powerhouses that were close to a demigod.
And there was more than one.
His teacher and several of his former comrades had reached such a level. Even he could reach a similar level if he didn't care about anything else.
But …
Snake school was stronger than he had imagined!
The Old Demon Hunter looked at Kieran's youthful face and heaved a sigh of relief.
Although age wasn't an absolute factor among Demon Hunters, the more powerful a young man was, other than his talent, it also meant that his teacher and family were powerful.
This was good news for the Old Demon Hunter.
The Demon Hunters needed more power at this moment!
Whether the power came from Wolf Sect or from Snake school.
The Old Demon Hunter's scrutinizing gaze had a tinge of gentleness.
Kieran's sharp senses noticed the change but he didn't say anything else. All he did was slightly nod and walk to the side.
Most of the monsters in the slum area were killed by his slash.
The restless pagans were nowhere to be seen.
However, there were still a lot of infected monsters left in the corner.
He needed to clean them up.
It was in line with his identity as a Demon Hunter from Snake school.
As for the changes to the Old Demon Hunter?
This was within his expectations.
All he needed to do was to follow the prescribed order.
The Old Demon Hunter watched Kieran clean up the monsters and joined in right away. At the same time, he couldn't help but observe Kieran. When he saw Kieran's clean and efficient way of dealing with the monsters, he nodded silently.
"He has received a complete set of Demon Hunter techniques. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so familiar with the monsters' habits."
"To be able to deal with it so calmly and straightforwardly, it's obvious that he passed the 'Green Grass' and 'Summer Branch' tests with excellent results."
"A good young man."
The Old Demon Hunter commented.
Sivalka, on the other hand, didn't care about the two of them anymore. He walked into the crowd and looked at Ellie who was hiding behind her sister. After seeing Sivalka, the quiet little girl's face finally showed a trace of color.
"Uncle, are you alright?"
The little girl asked.
"Yes."
"I was busy with something, so I didn't go straight to the Lame Inn."
Sivalka nodded and explained.
"That's good, that's good."
The little girl murmured.
The tears in her eyes flowed down uncontrollably.
She thought of her mother.
She thought of the others who would never appear again.
Perhaps she was very young.
She didn't know much but the feelings of loss were purer than before, there wasn't any weighing of pros and cons.
However, she didn't cry out loud.
She still remembered when her father died, she cried out loud and her mother beat her up, telling her not to cry out loud. Now that her mother was gone.
But she remembered it.
A hand was wiping away the little girl's tears.
Ellie looked at her sister.
"There are a lot of people here, you can't cry.
Wait until there's no one around.
I'll be with you. "
Erin said softly.
The God's response just now made Erin feel like a miracle.
But …
The miracle didn't make Erin feel good about herself or think that she was special. She still felt sad, sad, and missed her mother and the people she was close to.
Of course, she wouldn't hate such a miracle.
She was very grateful for such a miracle.
She relied on such a miracle to survive.
So, she thought she needed to repay the kindness.
Even though the God didn't require her to repay the kindness, she thought it was what she should do.
Her mother also said that kindness must be repaid.
"Greetings, are you the emissary of His Majesty the Mist?"
Erin asked Sivalka.
"The Mist?
I've heard of his name before.
But I'm not. "
Sivalka shook his head honestly. Although he really wanted to admit it, as a Dark Hall deacon, he knew what would happen to him if he pretended to be the emissary of a God, especially when the God was still in his prime.
Even though Sivalka didn't reminisce about his career as a Dark Hall deacon, it allowed him to know some knowledge that others didn't.
However, it allowed him to know some knowledge that others didn't.
Right away, Sivalka felt lucky.
"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"
A voice came from the back of the crowd.
Bloody Mary walked out in Simon's appearance. It had a warm smile on its face and its eyes were filled with warmth. Anyone who looked into its eyes would feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze.
Anyone who saw this' Simon 'would unconsciously relax.
He was like a preacher from the textbook!
Sivalka commented on Bloody Mary.
It wasn't that Sivalka had never seen a preacher in the Dark Hall.
However, none of them could be compared to this preacher.
Whether it was the looks or the presence, the difference was too huge.
When the preacher walked up to him, Sivalka couldn't help but bow.
It was an instinctive action that he had developed in the Dark Hall.
When he came back to his senses, Bloody Mary placed its hand on his head.
"Thank you for everything you've done for the church."
It sounded exactly the same as the preachers he knew, but when it came from Bloody Mary, it struck a different feeling in Sivalka's heart.
It was sincerity!
Sincerity that he had never felt before!
Sivalka looked up at Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary pointed at the two little girls.
Sivalka immediately understood.
Then, he started to worry.
Since the Mist valued Ellie and Eirinn so much, would something bad happen to them?
Sivalka couldn't help but clench his fists since he knew some inside information about the Dark Hall.
"Don't worry.
Don't worry either.
The Mist was born to protect, nothing else. "
As if it knew what Sivalka was thinking, Bloody Mary smiled and walked towards Eirinn.
The hurried farewell in the evening.
It was enough for Bloody Mary to remember this sharp little girl.
Although there were still a lot of things that Bloody Mary wasn't used to, Eirinn was worth its time.
Whether it was because of Eirinn herself or because it needed to help its boss break open the situation in Aïtantin Castle.
"Hello.
Lord emissary.
I am Eirinn. "
The little girl held her sister's hand and introduced herself.
"You can call me Simon.
Of course, everyone else is the same. "
According to the plan, Bloody Mary started its performance.
Everything was like a piece of cake to Kieran.
Kieran took a glance from afar and didn't care anymore.
He knew no one could do it better than Bloody Mary.
Him?
He couldn't do it as freely as Bloody Mary.
Every living being had their own specialty, Kieran would never deny it. Similar to how he had a lot of followers, he wouldn't do everything himself.
What he should do was to place his followers who were proficient in different fields in their respective fields.
Just like how he stared at the God of War and Lady Calamity.
It was also what he should do.
Soldier against soldier.
General against general.
As for the king?
Of course it was the king!
However, the reaction of the God of War and Lady Calamity was a little out of Kieran's expectation.
Both of them were still in a stalemate.
There were no changes compared to before.
The situation was very strange. Based on Kieran's understanding of the Gods, even if they were bound and couldn't move, they should at least show their presence.
After all, Kieran had invaded both of their turf.
"Is there something I don't know?
Or … "
"They don't care about Aïtantin Castle at all?"
Kieran's thoughts started to wander.
It was natural that Kieran thought about Aïtantin Castle and Aïtantin VI.
The Lower Seven Ring was quite far away from the Upper Seven Ring, it was a fact, but up until now, not a single soldier had appeared, which was strange.
Plus, the God of War and Lady Calamity didn't do anything.
All of this instantly became interesting.
"Is there anything else I don't know?"
Kieran slightly frowned.
The unknown always made Kieran more vigilant.
Especially when Broker, that bastard, was one of them.
Kieran had a feeling that there was something else hidden in this dungeon world.
"According to Broker's habits.
As a cover, on the surface, there should be at least two targets, one in the light and one in the dark. The one in the light is direct and direct, and the one in the dark is to make others think it's his target.
"After that is the real goal."
Now, the obvious target is Pol.
Using Pol's deduction, the hidden target can be expanded to include the Mist and even Sicar.
Then … "
"What about the real target?
Using the Mist to fight for Castle Aïtantin? "
Kieran thought from Broker's habitual point of view.
But soon enough, he shook his head.
The Mist fighting for Castle Aïtantin was an inevitable trend. In simple words, as long as Broker became the Mist, all these would happen.
'Wait!'
Just when Kieran was about to abandon the thought, he suddenly thought of something.
Broker was used to hiding his real target.
In that case, what else could be more suitable than hiding the real target in the open or in the dark?
Unconsciously, Kieran touched the Lord of Mist that he kept close to him.
It was just a guess.
As for the other guess?
Of course it was … Pol.
Or more precisely, someone similar to Pol.
What if Broker designed another 'springboard' for him?
Or did he hide another 'springboard'?
With that thought in mind, Kieran couldn't help but squint his eyes.
At this moment, the old Demon Hunter walked over.
"Aïtantin VI is much more cold-blooded and merciless than he looks.
He is exactly the same as his ancestor.
It's not surprising what a bastard like him would do. "
Old Demon Hunter obviously misunderstood something.
However, Kieran didn't explain.
"What are you going to do with these people?"
Old Demon Hunter asked.
"The Mist religious sect will make the necessary arrangements, I'm not good at this kind of stuff."
Kieran replied.
The old Demon Hunter nodded in a noncommittal manner.
He was a man of action, good at dealing with enemies, but also not good at arranging logistics. In fact, during the heyday of Wolf Sect, there were people who took care of all these.
But now?
Kieran, who was almost alone, couldn't bear all these responsibilities.
At the same time, that thought grew stronger in his heart.
Rebuilding Wolf Sect!
Of course, Old Demon Hunter knew it was a heavy responsibility and a long way to go, it couldn't be done with just a few words.
At least …
He needed some Gold Purton.
He also needed a safe place to stay.
Coincidentally, all of them belonged to the Viper Sect.
"Young man, I hope we can have a talk.
"Let's have an open and honest talk."
Old Demon Hunter said.
"Sure.
But not now. "
Kieran said.
"Of course."
Old Demon Hunter grinned.
Both of them knew they would have to face the wrath of Aïtantin VI next.
Although for the sake of his reputation, the 'revenge' wouldn't be out in the open, they still had to be prepared.
At least, they had to move the two Old Demon Hunter in Carrot Hotel, who weren't in their best condition.
Old Demon Hunter and Kieran walked side by side.
Kieran was doing it for his old friends.
Kieran?
Kieran had to inform Pol of something.
It was the basis of their cooperation.
…
Inside the palace, Edatine VI quietly listened to his men's report about the slums in the Lower Seventh Ring and waved his hand without showing any reaction.
The subordinate bowed and left.
When the king was the only one left in the meeting hall, he stood up.
The king had the tall and buff physique of a Northerner. Even though his face was old, his back was still straight. He stood in the hall, looking up at the ceiling.
A few minutes later, footsteps sounded.
There was no announcement.
Marquis Horton walked in.
"Your Majesty."
Old Warton greeted the king with a bow.
"Our plan failed."
Aïtantin VI said straightforwardly.
"It's just a preliminary test, it's nothing.
In fact, to be honest, we didn't fail.
As long as this thing happens, we will be considered a success. "
Old Warton said with a smile.
"Yes, as long as it happens, we will be considered a success.
What a pity … "
"We can't accomplish it in one go."
Aïtantin VI sighed in pity.
"Yes, it's really a pity.
"Those Demon Hunters always appear at the most inopportune time."
"Your Majesty, do you need me …"
"No need.
The Demon Hunters aren't our enemy.
Quite the opposite, they are our natural allies. "
Aïtantin VI waved his hand.
"What do you mean?"
Old Warton looked up and when he saw the smile on Aïtantin VI's face, he immediately understood what the king meant.
Then, Old Warton left the council hall.
Half an hour later, a group of royal court guardians appeared outside Carrot Hotel.
One of the servants brought the king's decree.
"Snake School Demon Hunter Corin has killed the pagans with meritorious deeds. He is now a Baron."
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