Reincarnation: Demon Hunter

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Chapter Eleven The Blade's Edge to Cold (11)

Shak, the headquarters of the Demon Hunter in the suburbs."Domain name, please familiarize yourself"

The cold-faced man holding a fire-lacquered letter quickly walked towards the Moonlit Tower; lowered his head and glanced at the secret letter that represented the highest degree of threat, the cold-faced man's original cold expression became more and more cold, even already There was a faint feeling that strangers shouldn't get close; all the rangers who encountered the cold-faced man all the way saluted slightly, and immediately evaded and walked into the distance-Peidenange's retreat behind the scenes. It did not affect the position of the cold-faced man in the Demon Hunter's headquarters; although he is cold, his fair determination and ability to sè are all well-known and talked about, plus Hessel body For the tolerance of the elderly, the cold-faced man still holds an important position in the Demon Hunter headquarters

A position similar to a secretary and consultant between the tower protector and the top management; therefore, the knights directly under the headquarters of the Demon Hunter will salute the cold-faced man and show his respect—— However, it is precisely because of this position that the cold-faced man at this moment understands the meaning of the secret letter in his hand.

From being adopted by his teacher, until he became an independent demon hunter, and then returned to Shak as his teacher and now Hessel’s secretary consultant, he has only seen this twice. The secret letter; but no matter which time he did not want to remember-the broken limbs, the blood flowing in the river, the sky-shaking roar, the helpless mourning, the numb eyes...

One by one came out of his mind, especially when he thought of the scene of the old demon hunter who had been taking care of his life as his life mentor being beheaded by a sharp sword, something he could not ignore. The irritability rose from the bottom of his heart, and the sad anger immediately shocked his whole person-like a cold current blowing from the icy hell, from the cold-faced man's body to the surroundings; the compelling chill makes him The rangers patrolling around looked sideways and stopped.1

These rangers looked at the dull figure in horror. From the opponent's body, they felt the chill that made the air freeze. Even with the cover of armor, they couldn't control their trembling body—— Being cold does not mean that there is no anger; on the contrary, when a person with a cold personality bursts out of anger, it is truly frightening, especially when the person with a cold personality still has considerable strength.

"Huh? Isn't this our little promise? Why is your face so ugly? Is your stomach upset?"

Just when many rangers thought that they were about to become ice sculptures, a joyful and playful voice suddenly appeared in everyone's ears. With the appearance of this voice; not only did the surrounding ice disappear, but everyone returned to normal. ; And the cold-faced man who was immersed in the sadness and anger also woke up, and subconsciously looked towards the end of the corridor where the sound was made-Mordred, who was dressed in a decent robe with a thick book under his arm The cold-faced man who was looking at him couldn't help but waved his empty hand happily, and walked quickly to the cold-faced man.

“It’s such a nice weather that we met in front of the Central Castle. It’s really nice.” Mordred, the owner of the Tower of Thorns, who was feared by countless people, said completely inconsistent, even slightly inexplicable words : "How about? If you don't mind, invite me to lunch?"

"Lord Mordred"

Facing the person in front of him, the cold-faced man salutes respectfully, and subconsciously takes a step back-there are so many things that can annoy the cold-faced man, but the cold-faced man can be sure that even if he takes all his annoying things Gathering together, there is no more irritability caused by the seemingly young man in front of him

Inexplicable, unclear words, changing expressions and clothing from time to time; the cold-faced man has already classified the opponent into the ranks of lunatics; especially the identity and strength of the opponent make the cold-faced man more Stay away; after all, a madman is worrying, but a madman with strength and status is scary-even if the cold-faced man does not want to admit it, he has to say that he stands in front of the other person. In the bottom of my heart, there will always be a feeling as if facing a fierce animal who is addicted to it, especially the unclear relationship between the other party and his teacher, which makes the cold-faced man keep away from the other party.

Of course, this time is no exception.

"I have an urgent letter I need to āo to Lord Hessel, please allow me to leave first"

After the respectful salute, the cold-faced man who straightened up did not wait for Mordred's answer, and quickly walked around the opponent, and continued to walk quickly towards the Moon Tower - Mordred who stood still did not Stopping the cold-faced man from leaving, he scratched his head in distress, with a look of regret on his face.

"I'm worried about losing a'toy' again?" Blanc, who was burping with wine, appeared beside Mordred staggeringly, shaking the still full wine gourd in his hand. Drunkly said dimly: "Be careful if you go on like this, Pedenango will trouble you...Oh..." A drunken hiccup caused Blanc to pause for a while, looking at Pedenango frowning in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh: "Or you originally planned to let Pedenanger trouble you, so that again..."

Without seeing the influence of drunkenness, Blanc quickly turned sideways, and a long and narrow long sword, which looked like a thorn, brushed his nose and nailed it to the wall behind.

"Hey, just talk, there is no need to be serious," Blank, who had escaped a sword, shouted at Mordred in front of him-with a cold smile, Mordred who retracted the sword squinted. With long slender eyes, a low yín, cold voice like a file slowly said, "Remember, there is no next time and you seem to have made a sacred artifact. You have fulfilled your greatest wish. You can die without regret. Right?"

"There is no sense of humor." Blanc couldn't help pursing the corners of his mouth. He continued to pick up his hip flask and asked behind him: "You're right, Engde?"

"You really have nothing to do? You can die without regrets?" The strong and tall Jie méngde strode past Blanke, his powerful voice dàng back across the corridor: " Because of that kid Ye Qi, you indirectly completed the forging of a holy artifact, which is far from your original goal."

The original voice is extremely powerful, and after accentuating the intonation, the words "indirect" and "very far" suddenly become very ear-piercing.

Looking at the back walking under the Moonlit Tower in the opposite direction, Blank raised a middle finger indecently; then after taking another sip of wine, he staggered towards the Moonlit Tower, while muttering. There was a faint sound--

Has your head been pinched again?Are you still thinking about holy war?What a troublesome Holy See

PSyīn It's raining...it's been raining all day...all kinds of wet...

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