嗤!

  The car slowly stopped in front of the cabin.

  Two tall men got out of the car.

  From beginning to end, the one-armed old man was lying quietly by the lake. He didn't seem to be curious at all, or he had known the identity of the visitor through other channels.

   "I like the environment here."

  A rough voice came.

   "Jahris, we should really rest here for a while."

   "I bet you will leave here at most three days without women and alcohol."

  Another voice came.

   "Be a little confident in me, I think I can last at least four days."

  The rough voice came to the one-armed old man.

   "God, Bedwell, why are you so old?"

   "The last time I saw you, you seemed to be at most 50 years old, but now, you are like an old man in his seventies or eighties."

  The one-armed old man took off the straw hat on his face, and his mood was affected, and a trace of unhappiness flashed across his face.

   "Gareth, lower your voice, I'm not too old to hear what you are saying."

  Getting up from the recliner impatiently, he stared at Gareth, who was burly and bearded.

   "Say, what can I do if you come to me?"

   "There was something to do."

  Jahris, who followed Gareth, took a step forward. He was a brawny bald man with a big face.

   "But depending on your current state, I'm afraid you can't help much."

   "What's wrong? Haven't your heirs been found yet?"

  Jahris asked.

  "It’s a little too close. Give me some more time and it should be done."

  The one-armed old man, Bedwell, replied.

   "Bedwell, you should really learn from Tristan. He only needs to choose among the few secret blood families, and he can easily find his successor."

   "We are different." Bedwell shook his head.

   "Although Tristan is easy to find a successor, his recovery speed is much slower than mine."

  "You can come here to find me, don’t you just look at some of my abilities?"

   "What you said does make sense."

  Jahris shook his head, "I don't even know what way I am living."

   "The deer head that severely wounded Tristan and was about to die is back. With the three of us, I’m afraid we can’t kill that thing. We need some extra help."

   "How long do you need?"

   "Who knows?"

  The one-armed old man shook the fishing rod in his hand.

  "Maybe a month, maybe a week..."

   "Maybe in the next second."

   "Damn it, I hate your way of speaking the most!" Gareth said with a curled mouth.

   "Let's go, let's find someone else."

   "If there were not four heritage knights this time, I would definitely not step into that forest."

  "Can you imagine? The last time we hit one out of three, we could be killed by that thing."

   "Three fights one?"

  Bedwell glanced at Gareth, "Didn’t you say that you killed one last time?"

   "That is the result of publicity."

  Jahris is also a little helpless.

   "Three hits one and one was killed by the monster. If this incident is spread, it will be a blow to the prestige of the Knights of the Round Table."

   "In addition, we are not easy to explain to the Privy Council."

  Bedwell nodded to express understanding.

   But if this is the case, the strength of the deer head spirit needs to be re-estimated.

   Seeing the expression on Bedwell’s face, Gahris replied, “You guessed it, that deer head spirit is indeed much stronger than the official description.”

   "Infinitely close to the fourth order."

   "The fourth tier, the fourth tier, the **** hierarchical system, in my opinion, the ordinary fourth tier is not as terrible as that!" Gareth exclaimed dissatisfiedly.

   "Last time we obviously beat that guy to a disability, but after a long time, he actually appeared in the woods intact."

   "If we guessed correctly, some terrible spell must have been solidified on that guy. It is a terrifying talent ability for the deer head spirit."

  【Resurrection】

   "If you can't find the body that it entrusts the spell, no matter how many times you kill it, the result will be the same."

   "Even it may become stronger and stronger!"

   "Forget it, Jahris, don't waste time here." Gareth said impatiently.

   "Since this guy can't help, let's try our luck with others."

   "Good luck to you!" The one-armed old man sat down without raising his head. For him, it seemed that the fishing rod in front of him could attract his attention better.

   "Who else has time in the Knights?"

   "It's hell, there are always accidents everywhere recently, can't those **** guys stay for a few days?"

   "I will kill all those things sooner or later!"

   "Or be killed by them, when will this end."

  Gareth’s voice faded away, just as the fishing rod bounced, Bedwell’s wrist shook, and when it was raised, he pulled a big fish to the shore.

  He gave a satisfied smile.

   "Finally a fish is hooked"

  At the same time, after a period of trekking in the forest, Roger and others finally saw a dilapidated castle in the afterglow of the setting sun after passing through a dense forest.

  But they were surprised that in addition to the three of them, they saw several young men carrying photography equipment in front of the castle.

When    came here, the crow flying in mid-air suddenly exploded, turning into a plume of black smoke and disappearing into the air.

"right here."

  Henrik frowned. From the outside, this place may have been abandoned for many years, but according to Stephen's statement, this is a luxuriously decorated top party venue.

   "Everyone, be careful."

  Roger and the three walked down the hill, and at this time several young people in the distance also noticed their whereabouts.

   "Hey, man, are you guys here to shoot adventures too?"

   is a young man with curly hair. The pronunciation is a bit strange ~lightnovelpub.net~ is similar to some parts of eastern Menia.

  Under the shade of the sunglasses, Roger quietly activated the hunter's vision, and his gaze swept across the bodies of several people one by one.

  Three men and two women, one of them is a couple, and the other girl seems to maintain a close relationship with the remaining two people.

  Ke and nothing more, the three of them are ordinary people, and no abnormalities have been found in them.

  On the other side, Henrik and Gewei also exchanged glances. Without much communication with the five people, they pushed open the dilapidated gate of the castle and walked in.

  The air was filled with the smell of decay. The floor was seriously damaged. Many plants emerged from the cracks in the floor. The inside of the castle was green everywhere, and some even blocked the road, making the environment here very complicated.

   "Apart or together?" Henrik asked.

   "Never use it."

  Gewei bent down and squatted down, her hands immersed in the grass under her feet. When she raised her head, her eyes glowed with pale green light, and the surrounding grass blades rustled, and unknown energy was injected into it.

   "Compared to blood hunters who focus on combat, the variety of witches' abilities is simply too convenient."

After a while, Gewei stood up, and the energy fluctuations on her body disappeared.

   "Come with me, I found something unusual."