Laugh at!

The car slowly stopped in front of the hut.

Two tall men stepped out of the car.

The one-armed old man lay quietly by the lake, not at all curious, or had already known the identity of the visitor through other channels.

"I love the environment."

A rough voice came.

"Gahaerys, we should really have a good rest here."

"I bet you'll be out of here in three days at most without women and alcohol."

Another voice came.

"To have a little bit of confidence in me, I think I can hold out for at least four days."

A rugged voice came to the one-armed old man.

"God, Bedwell, how did you get so old?"

"The last time I saw you, you looked like you were only 50 years old at most, but now you look like an old man in your seventies and 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 on his face.

"Gareth, keep your voice down, I'm not old enough to hear what you're saying."

Impatiently rising from his recliner, he stared at the burly, bearded Gareth.

"Tell me, what's the matter with coming to me?"

"There was something going on."

Gahaerys, a bald man with a fleshy face, stepped forward.

"But depending on your current state, I'm afraid you won't be able to help much."

"What's wrong? Haven't you found your inheritor yet? ”

Gahaerys asked.

"It's a little bit closer, give me some more time, and it should be done."

The one-armed old man, Bedwell, replied.

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

"We're different." Bedwell shook his head.

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

"You can come here to find me, aren't you interested in some of my abilities?"

"What you say does make sense."

Gahaerys shook his head, "I don't even know how I'm surviving. ”

"The deer head who badly wounded Tristan and dyed is back, and the three of us probably can't kill it, we need some extra help."

"How long do you need it?"

"Who knows?"

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

"Maybe it's a month, maybe it's a week......"

"Maybe in the next second."

"Hell, I hate the way you talk the most!" Gareth pouted.

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

"If it weren't for the four Inheritance Knights this time, I would definitely not have set foot in that forest."

"Can you imagine? Last time we were all three out of three, we were killed by that thing. ”

"Three to one?"

Bedwell glanced at Gareth, "Didn't you say you killed one last time?" ”

"That's the result of publicity."

Gahaerys was also a little helpless.

"Three to one was killed by that monster, and if this matter spreads, it will be a blow to the prestige of the Knights of the Round Table."

"In addition, we can't explain it to the Privy Council."

Bedwell nodded in understanding.

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

Seeming to see the expression on Bedwell's face, Gahaerys replied, "You guessed it right, that deerhead is indeed much more powerful than the official description. ”

"Infinitely close to the Fourth Order."

"Fourth Order, Fourth Order, hell hierarchy, in my opinion, ordinary Fourth Order is not as scary as that thing!" Gareth yelled dissatisfied.

"The last time we had already crippled that guy, it was only a long time before he appeared intact in the woods."

"If we're not mistaken, there must be some kind of terrible spell solidified in that guy, and it's a terrifying innate ability for the deer head."

【Resurrection】

"If you can't find the essence of its sustenance spell, no matter how many times you kill it, the result will be the same."

"It might even get stronger and stronger!"

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

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

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

"Who else in the Order has time?"

"Hell yes, there's been a lot of accidents all over the place lately, can't those damn guys stop for a few days?"

"I'm going to kill all those things sooner or later!"

"Or be killed by them, when will those days end?"

Gareth's voice faded away, and just then the rod jumped, and Bedwell's wrist shook, and as he lifted it, he pulled a large fish to shore.

He smiled a satisfied smile.

"Finally a fish has taken the bait....."

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

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

Coming here, the crow flying in mid-air suddenly exploded, its body turned into a wisp of black smoke, and disappeared into the air.

"This is it."

Henrik frowned, from the outside, this place had probably been abandoned for many years, but in Stephen's story, it was a top-notch party venue with luxurious decorations.

"Be careful, everybody."

Roger and the three walked down the hill, and several young men in the distance also noticed their whereabouts.

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

It was a curly-haired young man who spoke with a strange pronunciation, somewhat similar to some parts of eastern Menia.

Under the cover of his sunglasses, Roger silently activated the hunter's vision, and his gaze swept over several people one by one.

Three men and two women, one of whom is a couple, and the other girl and the other two seem to be in a close relationship.

But that's all, the three of them are ordinary people, and no abnormalities have been found in their bodies.

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

The smell of decay in the air, the badly damaged floors, many plants coming out of the cracks in the floors, and the interior of the castle is full of green, some of which even block the road, making the environment very complicated.

"Separate or together?" Henrik asked.

"Not at all."

Gorway squatted down, her hands sinking into the grass beneath her feet, and when she raised her head, her eyes glowed pale green, and the blades of grass around her rattled, and unknown energy poured into them.

"Compared to the battle-focused blood hunters, the variety of witches' abilities is simply too convenient."

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

"Come with me, I've noticed something unusual."