Date: October 31, 1896; Location: City of Angels.

It's the annual Halloween Eve, and Lawrence is in a dilapidated room, wiping his dogleg knife with a secret potion.

This is a secret medicine that can stimulate magic, once the weird or extraordinary person who is good at using magic, such as wizards' bodies are scratched by this knife, the secret medicine will stimulate magic after entering the bloodstream, and wizards will feel the pain that is magnified countless times when they use spells.

The City of Angels is not cold at this time, and the people on the street were wearing thin shirts yesterday, but today they have to add a coat to the outside.

The temperature inside the room was very high, and an old man in bib pants was striking the bullet casings with a small hammer, making a clanging sound.

"The bone meal of the righteous after they die, alas······ I'm sorry, Mr. Bit. The old man muttered to himself, but the movements of his hands did not pause at all.

The strange smell of metal mixed with the smell of smoke, combined with the smell of bottles and lunch boxes swaying around the room, made it impossible for even Lawrence, a man with a strong tolerance for hostile environments.

"Old Rob! Can you stop smoking yet? Just bear with it for a while, in case you set the house on fire······" Before Lawrence could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the ringing of a doorbell.

The old man named Tabor, dressed in a dirty waistcoat, looked up at Lawrence, and said with a smile, "It's your turn this time!" ”

Lawrence rolled his eyes helplessly, sighed and walked to the tattered door, grabbing a few candy and putting on the demon-faced mask hanging by the door.

"Halloween is almost the holiday I hate the most!"

Lawrence muttered, and when the door was opened, he unsurprisingly found a few little kids dressed in monster clothes and carrying small baskets.

"No Sugar······

Before the children could finish their sentences, a large handful of candy was thrown into their baskets.

The leaky door slammed shut, and the children standing outside immediately looked at each other.

"A black dryad has appeared on Gorupe Island?"

Lawrence tossed the mask aside and placed the newspaper on the table with a dark picture of it, which was too blurry for the black dryad to see or anything, only a strange triangular symbol.

Rob's eyelids jumped, as if he remembered something bad from the past.

After a while, Rob said, "Forget it, I'm old, and I don't have twenty more years to waste." ”

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn······

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Half gone, Rob, dressed in a ripped wind Santa coat, and Lawrence, who is simply perfunctory and wearing a red-faced demon mask, go out and sit in the wiped clean impala.

"That wizard has already captured more than a dozen people, and we must make a break with him today!" Rob suddenly remembered something, so he looked at Lawrence and asked, "Lawrence, we've known each other for several years, right?" ”

Lawrence nodded and replied cautiously: "I know what you want to say, but I can tell you clearly, no way, don't think about the idea of hitting this baby car!" ”

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Rob stopped talking for a moment, and sat in the passenger seat wiping the rune pistol with a dirty cloth.

The impala buzzed out, and Lawrence had previously obtained the address where the wizard was, and locked on to the wizard through a divination method.

There is a chance that the method of divination and tracing will go wrong, so the user's ability and the power to be searched are important.

"Charlie's Chocolate Factory······ The name sounds good, but why did it go out of business? ”

After passing a street with jack-o-lanterns on their doorstep, Lawrence and the others got closer and closer to the outskirts of the City of Angels.

"I remember eating that brand of chocolate when I was a child, it was very sweet, it should be delicious, as for the reason for the closure... Maybe he was run on and bankrupt by that food merchant, Dean. ”

Rob smoked a cigarette while eating candy, and Lawrence looked at the dirty old man with disgust, as if he never thought he would die one day.

"Your dad was stuck in that place and couldn't come back, he contacted me and asked me to take care of you, but unfortunately I can't take care of you for much longer." Rob said with a sigh after rinsing off a piece of sticky toffee with the spirits.

Lawrence gritted his teeth and forced a smile, "Then I have to congratulate you, retirement is almost every witcher's dream, when are you going to leave?" ”

"My path has come to an end, I can't move forward but go backwards, and when this hunt is over, I'm going to quit."

Lawrence's brows furrowed even deeper, but fortunately they didn't know what Flag said now, otherwise Lawrence would have been more worried.

Lawrence was upset by the sudden bad news, and before he knew it, the car was driving much faster.

On the eve of Halloween, a bright moon hangs in the middle of the night sky.

The vicinity of the dilapidated factory is desolate and uninhabited.

Everyone who lives in the neighborhood has moved away, and large swaths of buildings have collapsed.

There's no festive atmosphere here, but it's actually quite fitting for the Halloween theme.

Anyway, those leather children would definitely not dare to go to such a place to ask for candy.

But in a few years, some people may consider it a place for adventure.

When the car stopped, Rob, who was slightly bloated and dressed in a stained and torn Santa Claus suit, struggled out of the car with a sawn Wynchester M1887.

Lawrence wanted to make a joke, but the thought of Rob retiring made him hold back.

And just like that, Santa Claus and the Red Devil walk into the chocolate factory.

The search was inevitable, but Lawrence and Rob wouldn't be separated, and given that the wizard seemed to have used this place as his own laboratory, he wouldn't just give up.

Eventually, Lawrence and Rob found the wizard's traces, as it would be difficult to erase them all, especially since Lawrence had the exact location of the wizard's hideout.

"Congratulations! It looks like your experiment has been successful! ”

In a spacious room, said the rich Santa Claus.

Across from him and Lawrence stood more than a dozen people, or rather, the weirdness of what had once been human.

Some dark wizards tend to prefer witchcraft to pure magic, especially this bloodline witchcraft.

Compared with some powerful dark wizards, Lawrence's research on the dark wizards they are facing now may not be so profound, and the bloodline is not yet discussed, just simple stitching and splicing.

Still, such a realistic horror scene is the most disgusting monster they've seen this Halloween.

"I don't think I'm even close to it."

The Dark Wizard wore a strange robe with a hood on his head, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

But there was a buzzing sound in his voice, like a worm flapping its wings.

"Wow! Santa, would you like to join me in the experiment? ”

"Of course, you have to be an experiment, maybe you can contribute something to our cause."

"Every progress is inseparable from the contributions of some people, and two nasty witchers are also good material, especially since there is a professional level in it."

The Dark Wizard has obviously seen through Rob's strength, and that's the problem, he's just an ordinary Dark Wizard and shouldn't have discovered Rob's identity.

Rob wanted to say something, such as asking the other party's name or something, and the dark wizard's 'we' also made him a little concerned, but before he could say anything, Lawrence rushed over without hesitation.