The voice subsided.
Kieran and Old Demon Hunter stood up at the same time.
However, compared to Old Demon Hunter who dashed into the bedroom, Kieran looked outside.
Inside the bedroom.
Tandek, who had washed up and changed into a fresh set of clothes, fell down from the bed. The crash made the once famous Demon Hunter cry like a child.
Especially when he saw Edersen barging in, he cried even louder, snot flowing out from his nose, dirtying his clean clothes.
"It's fine now, Tandek.
It's fine now, Tandek.
Everything will pass, you will remember your name, Tandek, Tandek the Colossal Beast. "
Old Demon Hunter comforted him softly, muttering his old friend's name and title.
With the comforting from the old Demon Hunter, Tandeker, who was like a child, calmed down. Looking at his good friend who climbed back onto the bed, the old Demon Hunter showed a heavy sense of helplessness, and when he saw his good friend who was like a mummy, the helplessness of the old Demon Hunter was accompanied by a sense of rage.
But soon enough, he tucked away his emotions — he would not let this go, he would take back everything for himself and his old friend.
Old Demon Hunter turned around and walked out.
"Found anything?"
Old Demon Hunter asked Kieran.
"Em.
Someone is spying on us, the malicious kind!
He should have felt it. "
Kieran pointed at the Demon Hunter who crawled back into the bed and said.
He had quite a bit of understanding about the companions that Old Demon Hunter brought with him from Bloody Mary.
The mummified one was called Miers.
The mentally damaged one was called Tandek.
Both of them used to be Demon Hunters with titles.
Any Demon Hunter who obtained a title was a powerhouse among the Demon Hunters.
Even though his mind was damaged, he could still sense malice.
Of course, it could also be …
Being controlled.
There is resistance to control.
Obviously, the Old Demon Hunter had thought of this as well.
He nodded at Kieran.
"Don't worry, I have enough protection."
"He'll be fine."
"But it will be very difficult to recover my true mind."
"Damn the Silent Night Secret Order!"
The Old Demon Hunter cursed under his breath.
Kieran didn't have much to say about the Silent Night Secret Order, just like how he trusted the Old Demon Hunter's professional abilities.
Everything was so obvious.
As an enemy, the Silent Night Secret Order was undeniably strange and powerful.
Kieran wasn't the only one who knew this.
The Old Demon Hunter admitted it as well.
"They are very powerful. We have never realized this before. What we have seen is just the tip of the iceberg — what is hidden under the sea is the scariest."
As the old Demon Hunter spoke, he instinctively searched for the wine cabinet.
He had a habit of having a drink when he was talking about some heavy topics.
Most of the northerners were like that.
The Demon Hunters were no exception.
Kieran didn't like drinking, but he liked to observe.
He looked at the Old Demon Hunter's expression and knew what the Old Demon Hunter wanted. Kieran passed him a glass of water.
"Thank you.
Good habit. "
The Old Demon Hunter raised his glass at Kieran as a form of respect.
"Khorów once said that there is a spy in Wolf Sect."
Kieran nodded and went back to the topic.
"Mm."
The Old Demon Hunter took in a deep breath and continued, "And it was an unexpected person. So, I gave up on the training base and legacy that the Demon Hunters left behind.
Because it might be a trap!
Can you tell me more about that person? "
Kieran asked.
He was very interested in the spy of the Silent Night Secret Order.
"Of course.
"We're on the same team."
The Old Demon Hunter took a sip of water. The bland taste made him frown, but it didn't affect his ability to organize his words.
"He's a normal human, at least he was when we saved him from the pagan's mouth," Roland said.
"However, he possesses extraordinary talent."
In just three months, he completed the training that a normal young man would need for three years, and his results were outstanding.
Besides, not only was he good at learning, he was also good at completing missions. He was a lone ranger and could form teams. Back then, a lot of people were willing to team up with him.
He seemed to have a kind of charm on him that made people willing to stand with him.
"But these are the most surprising things."
It was just a disguise!
The disguise was to lure us into the Silent Night Secret Order's trap. "
The Old Demon Hunter described the man.
The description sounded familiar to Kieran.
It sounded like a player!
A player in the same dungeon world but in a different era.
"Do you remember what he looked like?"
Kieran continued.
"I remember a little but it's very blurry. My memory was damaged to a certain extent, all I remember now is his voice, but his face is blurry."
The Old Demon Hunter smiled bitterly.
Kieran frowned.
It wasn't good news.
Or …
It was too much of a coincidence.
Kieran wasn't a person who believed in coincidences.
He subconsciously looked in the direction of the bedroom.
"I promise those two aren't.
Besides, that bastard wouldn't put himself in such a dangerous place. "
The Old Demon Hunter instantly understood what Kieran was thinking and quickly assured him.
"So, when we deal with those pagans, we have to be careful of the dagger that comes from the shadows?"
Kieran asked.
"It should be 'Black Spear'."
A musket is stronger than a dagger, in the eyes of a commoner. "
The Old Demon Hunter emphasized.
Then, the Old Demon Hunter pulled out the dagger from his boot.
"I promised you before.
Some dagger techniques. "
The Old Demon Hunter said.
"Maybe later.
I need to deal with the things that happened just now. "
Kieran pointed outside the window.
"They are too far away and they will never leave any traces behind. If Miers is awake, she might be able to find something, but …"
Before the old Demon Hunter could finish his words, he shrugged and his meaning couldn't be more obvious.
"She's good at tracking?"
Kieran suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Miers the Tracker, you should have heard of her name before.
"Not even the slightest clue can escape her eyes."
The Old Demon Hunter's eyes were filled with pride when he mentioned his old friend's name.
"Is that so?"
Kieran said without further comment.
The Old Demon Hunter understood what Kieran meant right away.
"Traces, not the human heart.
Even if Miers can see all traces, she can't see the human heart directly, just like how you can't look at the sun directly.
Besides, the betrayer incident must have dealt a heavy blow to Miers.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have ended up like this. "
The Old Demon Hunter explained.
"Are they close?"
This time, the Old Demon Hunter didn't answer Kieran's question. He waved his hand and obviously didn't want to talk about it.
Kieran didn't stand in front of him and went out through the window.
But in his heart, he remembered Miers the Tracker.
A 'Tracker' Miers who had a good relationship with the traitor.
Compared to the mentally damaged Demon Hunter, Miers was more suspicious.
It wasn't any malicious suspicion though.
It was a habitual suspicion.
Kieran was always vigilant against strangers.
That was why he didn't have many friends.
The only fortunate thing was that the few friends he had were trustworthy.
As for the Old Demon Hunter?
Naturally …
He wasn't one of them.
The Old Demon Hunter quickly closed the window after Kieran went out.
The winter wind in the Northern Land was very scary.
Kieran was fine.
But his two friends couldn't take it anymore.
He turned around and sat in front of the tea table again. He started to think and organize the knowledge that shouldn't exist in his mind.
He was resistant to the knowledge that came from pagans.
It wasn't just because he was a Demon Hunter and was naturally hostile to pagans, it was also because every time he came into contact with the knowledge, it would remind him of the days when he was tortured in the dungeon.
But now?
He couldn't care less.
This was because he was very sure that ordinary methods would not be able to cure his two friends.
He could only rely on the knowledge that normal people didn't know.
He wouldn't give up hope.
He wanted to try.
Hmph!
After a painful grunt, the Old Demon Hunter's face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged.
A series of strange murmurs leaped over his ears and rang directly in his heart.
He relied on his strong will to resist the murmurs.
Then, he started to organize the knowledge that was hidden in his body.
It was slow.
It was hard.
He had to concentrate with all his might.
That was why he didn't notice that Kieran had returned and was hiding in the shadows.
What he saw with his own eyes might not be true.
But 90% of what he heard was fake.
It wasn't until the Old Demon Hunter got used to it that Kieran completely hid in the shadows.
He had temporarily confirmed some things.
As for more?
With the Old Demon Hunter around, Kieran knew he couldn't sneak in without a sound.
But …
He couldn't.
That didn't mean others couldn't.
For example, his loyal, reliable, hardworking follower who had no complaints or regrets. If he didn't die, he could order his follower around forever.
Of course, he needed a chance.
Now?
Not yet.
With [Tracking] activated, Kieran looked at the traces left in the air.
The traces were disappearing very quickly.
It seemed like the other party didn't just deal with it, it was a professional one.
If Kieran had used normal methods, he would have gotten nothing.
However, the special [Tracking] skill that Kieran leveled all the way up to Transcendence couldn't hide everything.
At the last moment before the traces disappeared.
Kieran located the 'hideout' that the other party was in.
It was a two and a half storey bungalow in the Upper Seventh Ring. Even though it was winter, the garden of the bungalow was blooming with many cold-resistant green plants. The snow in the yard was swept clean, it seemed like someone had been taking care of it.
The bungalow should be one of the other party's fixed hideouts.
Kieran speculated.
The other party was confident that he wouldn't be discovered.
So, he came back to the bungalow.
This gave Kieran a chance.
…
"Those damn Demon Hunters!"
Ludus cursed loudly in his study room.
He wasn't worried that his words would be heard by others.
Firstly, his study room was specially made, the soundproofing was very good.
Secondly, everyone in the bungalow was on his side, so he didn't have to worry at all.
So, Ludus vented his anger to his heart's content.
After so many years, it was the first time he was discovered before he even got close.
It was a humiliation for him.
He could already imagine how those bastards would laugh at him.
Especially Kurtzargert and Colipo, those two bastards.
They had been restless for the past few years.
Ludus knew very well what they wanted.
As one of the councilmen, he also wanted more power.
Of course, it wasn't the normal kind of power that people understood.
Or more precisely, the power of the Silent Night Secret Order wasn't just power anymore.
It was …
The power of power!
That was why he was involved in this.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have cared about all these.
Wasn't it better to accumulate power honestly?
However, the accident that happened just now infuriated the councilman.
That's right, it was an accident!
How did he get discovered by a bunch of Demon Hunters who were almost wiped out?
He was just careless.
It was his carelessness that led to this outcome.
"A bunch of bastards who rose from the ashes, no different from weeds."
Ludus muttered.
Then, he opened the drawer and took out a piece of parchment paper.
He dipped the quill pen in ink and started to write on the paper.
When he finished writing the last word, Ludus blew the paper away and revealed a proud smile.
"Since you want to hold a council meeting because of these weedy fellows, how can I not agree to it?"
"This time, we must eradicate them."
A very thorough one! "
Ludus thought in his heart as he stood up.
Unlike the Northerners who were tall and buff, Ludus wasn't just scrawny, he was also very short. Although he wasn't as tall as a dwarf, his height was still much shorter than a common man.
Still, no one would underestimate him.
The fact that Ludus could become one of the 17 councilmen of the Silent Night Secret Order was enough to prove his strength.
If even that couldn't prove anything, Ludus would be more than willing to engage in some cruel exchanges with the councilman.
Ruthlessness had always been this councilman's label.
So, after receiving the order from the councilman, the members of the Silent Night Secret Order dared not delay it. They brought the secret order with them and headed to Silent Night Town.
Ludus then turned around and returned to his study room.
He needed some time to think.
How could he gain more benefits from the upcoming meeting?
He knew his opponents very well.
Every single one of them was like a jackal.
Any slight carelessness and he would be devoured without a single bone left.
With that thought in mind, Ludus walked into his study room.
He didn't turn around.
The door of the study room was slowly shut by the hinge.
A figure then slowly revealed itself.
The figure slowly raised his hand and quietly moved it closer to Ludus' neck.
When the finger was about to touch his neck, Ludus suddenly realized something.
But.
It was too late.
A hand had already grabbed his neck, and a cold voice rang out.
"Don't move."
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