"An excellent witcher, in addition to having good physical fitness and proficient fighting skills, should also know at least a certain amount of knowledge of survival in the wild, self-healing ability, and occult content, and know all kinds of clans, monsters, and the classification of the degenerate......"

In my memory, an instructor with gray hair and eyes like falcons was shouting: "As a witcher, you must know how to take good care of your weapons, it is a comrade-in-arms who fights side by side with you, a closer partner than your lover!" ”

Many memories of fighting techniques, gun fighting techniques, and survival in the wild were found by Fang Yuan, and together they formed the foundation of the Demon Hunter system.

It's a pity that this Hulk's qualifications are really average, and he has worked hard until now, and he is only at the level of a novice rookie.

At this time, Fang Yuan looked at his big sword.

It is the standard Witcher longsword style, more than a meter long, with a wide palm and a silver glow throughout, which is the effect of adding mythril at the time of forging.

The Mithril on the Arka Continent and the Mithril in the Western Fantasy Legend of the previous life are completely two different substances.

Although it is also very cherished, the production is not bad, at least it can be supplied to the lowest level of witchers.

"Mithril has the ability to burn the Night Clan, making it standard for all witcher weapons...... Of course, the texture of Mithril is very brittle, and forging weapons with it completely is tantamount to suicide, and can only be used to cast alloys, and various combinations of secrets are the exclusive secret of forgers......"

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to hold his sword, and a feeling that seemed to be connected with flesh and blood came, it was the result of countless exercises, and his palm was already very familiar with every part of this sword.

"Starry Night!"

The hilt of the sword was densely wrapped in fine linen silk, and at the end there were several letters engraved with the name of the sword.

"Later...... You're following me! ”

He put on a black leather coat and carried his sword behind him on a belt.

Starry Night was a heavy sword, with a weight of more than 50 pounds, in normal times, this was not ordinary, but now Fang Yuan felt as if he was carrying a big mountain.

"Hoo ......"

Fang Yuan let out a long breath and put away his love gun again.

The flintlock pistol's mahogany handle already has a sheen, indescribably smooth beauty, but the Hulk of its predecessor has given it a terrible name - wailing!

"This sword and one shot, combined is a wail under the starry night?"

Fang Yuan looked at the mirror a little speechlessly: "I can't imagine that you have such a bad taste......"

In the mirror is the face of a young man, with a high nose and deep eyes, snow-white skin, a purebred Westerner frame, but the eyes are pitch black, like jewels, and a short burgundy hair with straight roots, like sharp barbs, looking very spiritual.

"It's time to go."

He pushed open the door and went to the outside bar.

Suddenly, the hustle and bustle with the smell of alcohol immediately surrounded him.

Most of the people sitting at the bar were witchers from this area, wearing leather jackets or trench coats, hats, and occasionally weapons such as throwing knives, drinking and eating meat.

As a demon hunter, precariousness is the norm, and it is not possible to die on the battlefield one day, so it is the general psychology to have fun in time.

"Oh, who is this?"

At this time, a blonde witcher saw Fang Yuan and immediately raised his glass: "Isn't this the Hulk of good luck?" We should have a toast to his lucky escape! ”

"!"

Many witchers either winked their eyebrows, or smiled good-naturedly, or perhaps just to find an excuse to drink, and loudly coaxed and drained the beer in their glasses.

"I heard that you were hard by that monster before, do you have any missing parts on your body?"

The blonde youth leaned over, a little ill-intentioned.

"Becky, stop making trouble!"

Seeing this, Uncle Jock, who was wiping the glass behind the bar, couldn't help frowning and gave a lecture.

"Where am I messing around...... I'm just concerned about Hulk! Becky suddenly slapped his forehead: "Could it be that rumor true...... Hulk was badly injured by a monster and has lost his ability to be a witcher? ”

He deliberately spoke very loudly, attracting a look of regret.

If it is replaced by another teenager, the self-esteem is almost good, and at this time he will go out of the door.

But Fang Yuan had a lot of experience after all, he just smiled when he heard this, and suddenly took a step closer: "Even if I get a little injured, I can kill you with one hand now, do you believe it or not?" Becky? ”

Even though he was powerless at this time, the slightly condensed momentum still made Becky regress again and again, and almost hit the bar.

This invisible confrontation suddenly made the eyes of Jock and several old witchers light up.

'I didn't expect Hulk to have a bit of a strong momentum at this time, but it's a pity ......'

Jock shook his head slowly, looking at Fang Yuan sitting at the bar: "You can't drink!" ”

"I know, give me a soda and another steak!"

Fang Yuan smiled and pressed a few banknotes on the bar.

"What are you polite to me? Maria! Maria! ”

Jock was stunned, put the money away, and poured Fang Yuan a glass of soda: "Let Maria send the steak immediately, you eat more!" ”

A young girl came out of the kitchen, probably in her twenties, tall and hot, and saw many drunks whistle.

"Your steak!"

Bang!

She slammed the plate in front of Fang Yuan, making a dull sound with the table.

"Thank you!"

Fang Yuan nodded, picked up the knife and fork and ate quickly, the mellow and rich beef was very chewy, and with the taste of black pepper, it exploded in his mouth to form an impact.

And seeing the somewhat infatuated look in Betsy's eyes next to him, he probably knew why this young demon hunter always didn't like him.

I have to say that as the beloved daughter of Uncle Jock, Maria has a high status among the young witchers in this area, and she is simply a goddess-like existence in her dreams.

Of course, if this is the case, it will not make Becky madly hate the Hulk before him.

'Uncle Jock was an elite witcher before he retired, had good savings, and opened such a bar...... and only one daughter, if you marry her, it will be a gain of both people and money...... Just being a woman may not make him lose his temper, but coupled with wealth, especially after Uncle Jock values me very much, he immediately became a mortal enemy! ’

Fang Yuan's heart was like a mirror, reflecting the mentality of this blonde demon hunter clearly.

At this time...... By striking me, he shows his majesty, like a male animal vying to flex his muscles for a female, which is really childish! ’

Of course, it is also human nature to worship the strong.

Maria's attitude towards him turned cold just now, and she obviously knew the reason.

This is the hot and cold world, and there are too few people who can be consistent.

After eating and drinking, Fang Yuan came to Jock: "Uncle...... I'm here to say goodbye to you! ”

"Really? It seems that you still chose the dream of childhood! ”

Uncle Jock sighed: "Ready to go to the union headquarters? I can arrange a way for you......"

"No, I want to go around and try my luck first!" Fang Yuan smiled.

"Luck?!" A hint of doubt flashed in Jock's eyes: "Do you think about it...... No, that's too dangerous, at least take care of your body! ”

"My body, it's the limit to recover to this point...... Next, if you don't solve that, you won't be able to heal at all! ”

This time, no matter how Jock tried to keep him, Fang Yuan was determined to leave.

If he doesn't leave here, how will he treat his injuries? And to ascend rapidly, but to hide from these acquaintances?

"Don't worry, I assure you, you won't provoke those things without being completely sure!"

Fang Yuan bowed slightly: "Thank you for taking care of you all the time!" ”

Immediately, he left the bar without looking back.

"Alas......"

Jock's throat moved, and he finally didn't continue to say the words he had retained.

He came to the back kitchen, looked at Maria, who pretended to be busy, and was angry: "Why do you want to do this? He grew up with you after all. ”

As an experienced old witcher, he was clearly aware of his daughter's indifferent attitude, not only in this trivial matter today!

"For what? Of course, it made him die! Maria raised her head proudly: "If he was still the witcher before, I might have followed your father's wishes and married him, after all, it is enough to keep the family business, but at this time, he obviously can't bring me protection, why should I be like before?" Father...... You've done enough for him, and that bottle of healing is enough to repay his parents......"

"Wait, who told you this? Sofia? Jock frowned, and then he guessed the answer.

At this moment, he seemed to have been stripped of his bones, and his whole person looked even older.

"Alas...... Decide for yourselves, young people. ”

Jock sighed and walked out slowly.

Originally, he still had the idea of letting Hulk into the fold, but at this time, there was nothing.

Seeing this scene, Maria didn't know why, but she also felt cold in her heart, feeling as if she had done something very wrong.

But immediately, she clenched her little fists: "I'm not wrong, I want to pursue my own happiness!" Find a man who can really love me and protect me! ”

……

The night breeze is bleak.

In a laugh that could not tell whether it was kindness or mockery, Fang Yuan slowly left the alley of the Axe Bar.

"What happened to me now, how do I look like the protagonist template of those waste wood streams, first seriously injured and then divorced, I'm sorry for God if I don't rise and slap my face......"

Fang Yuan wrapped the windbreaker on his body, thinking with some bitterness.

At this time, the gas lamps outside had not yet become widespread, and after walking two blocks, the surrounding environment suddenly became dark.

And Fang Yuan was also a spirit, holding the handle of the starry night with a solemn expression.