Fairy tale: Little Red Riding Hood's wolf mentor

Light dawned from the depths of the green forest, the morning sun had arrived.

A small tavern near the town entrance, one of the few in town.

Unremarkable, but with a fair number of people inside, including town residents, merchants, guards, and hunters resting while selling their goods.

The dishes are cheap, and there are some ordinary wines and foods.

"Creak--"

The door opened, and a figure walked in.

Immediately, the somewhat lively atmosphere inside the room suddenly quieted down, because almost everyone in the town knew this visitor.

Because he was—a Witch Hunter!

The Witch Hunter's hunting gear, even after being mended, still looked tattered.

On his body, countless obvious threads stitched together dense, blood-colored wounds, mixed with the original runes of his skin, making him look even more terrifying.

But the most terrifying thing was that one arm and one leg of the Witch Hunter had been replaced with the limbs of a tiger.

At the severed area, you could still see the hideous stitching marks!

"Witch Hunter... what would you like to eat?"

The tavern owner asked.

"A glass of wine."

The Witch Hunter said.

A metal wine glass was pushed in front of the Witch Hunter, the wine inside still had a layer of foam floating on it.

But the Witch Hunter didn't look at the glass of wine, his bloodshot eyes staring intently at the owner:

"Has this tavern changed owners?"

"Yes, the previous owner has been unwell recently, so I'm temporarily managing it."

The owner said frankly, but the Witch Hunter didn't look away:

"Have you seen me before?"

"Which town resident doesn't know about the Witch Hunter's great righteousness in eliminating harm for the people?"

"Then where does your killing intent come from? And... the others in your tavern also seem to have some opinions about me?"

The Witch Hunter looked around, the bloodshot in his eyes jumping like living things.

"I see..."

The tavern owner nodded, "Eight years ago, my brother was a guard in the town and was sent by the bishop to set fire to the forest and died.

Five years ago, my sister entered the church, and now I know that you brutally killed her."

"So, you're here to take revenge on me?"

The Witch Hunter's eyes narrowed slightly, and the twisted muscles on his face twitched, "Oh... you can't deal with the bishop's magic, so you want to deal with me, who was 'seriously injured in the battle against the witch'?"

"Yes, Witch Hunter, after you die, it will be much easier to send the bishop on his way."

As the tavern owner spoke, in the next moment, he raised his wrist and pulled out a dagger from under the counter, stabbing it towards the Witch Hunter in front of him!

But then, the dagger was cut off, and at the same time, a large amount of blood splattered from the tavern owner's throat!

And at the moment of the attack, the entire tavern instantly boiled!

Everyone stood up and took out the weapons they had hidden in advance!

In the seat closest to the Witch Hunter's back, a man disguised as a guard drew a heavy sword from under the table and stood up, with a height of nearly two meters—he was a Guardian Knight!

Everyone rushed up in a posture they had practiced in advance.

They didn't care about their lives at all, and their faces, burned by drugs, were filled with the anger of revenge!

"What spiritual magic can't handle this kind of thing?"

The Witch Hunter's monster-like face twitched a few times, and his scarred hand grabbed the hunting knife,

"Heh... so many people are here to die, it's a good thing the wounds are all stitched up, otherwise... it would be really troublesome!"

...

"Poro, can they... succeed?"

Looking at the distant street, Leake asked with some worry.

"It's difficult. They were locked in the dungeon for too long, and their bodies were ravaged by drugs. As for the Witch Hunter...

I don't think such a ruthless guy would come back when he's powerless!"

Just then, a priest walked into the hall, looking anxiously at Poro, who looked like a bishop.

"Get ready, Leake.

Grasp the opportunity... that those people created with their lives."

Outside the church, the Witch Hunter limped in, carrying a bag already stained with blood.

His face was gloomy, the two temporarily attached animal limbs had cracked and were no longer usable, and many of the stitched wounds on his body had reopened.

There were even many new wounds.

Drops of blood rolled from the hunting knife in his hand.

"Has something happened in your town recently?"

The Witch Hunter stared at Poro, disguised as a bishop, for a few moments, confirming that there were no errors in his aura and appearance, and then asked.

"A red-clothed witch came to the forest and raided my dungeon, releasing many 'test subjects' from it."

Poro explained, "She is immune to my mental control and is very difficult to deal with."

"It doesn't matter, I just killed all your 'test subjects'."

The Witch Hunter said indifferently, using the hand he could still lift to take out a green, shimmering crystal core from the bag behind him,

"I've brought the Heart of the Forest, your so-called... Willpower Fusion Agent, should we start it now?"

"Of course, my materials are ready, and we can start refining it today."

Poro looked at the crystal core and turned to Leake, who had a blank expression, and said, "Leake, prepare medicine for the Witch Hunter."

Hearing this, the Witch Hunter moved his gaze to Leake's face.

Looking at that flawless face, a burst of uncontrollable killing intent suddenly surged in the Witch Hunter's already red eyes!

"Is this... your new meat dish? Are you still using it? If you've used it—can I destroy her?"

The Witch Hunter stared at Leake, and his words revealed undisguised killing intent.

He knew that under the bishop's mental control, no one would care about what he said.

And Leake, who was standing on the side, did not change her expression, as if she hadn't heard anything.

"Of course, if you're in a hurry, you can come to the room with me now... I've also prepared an appetizer."

A faint chill flashed in Poro's eyes, but the face he disguised as the bishop still had a smile on it.

"You're still so particular."

The Witch Hunter's flesh began to tremble slightly, and Poro and Leake both felt an almost tangible icy killing intent!

"I can't hold back, let's do it now! I can't wait—to kill her!"

Poro didn't know why, but the Witch Hunter always had such a killing intent towards beautiful girls.

But he still deduced this characteristic of the Witch Hunter from the contracts, clues, and records left by the bishop!

"Okay, then let's go to the room now and give you a welcome wash!"

Poro said without surprise, as if he were a friend who had been with the Witch Hunter for many years.

Deep in the church, it was still the room filled with blood and wronged souls. Poro led the Witch Hunter into it, as if he had repeated it many times.

The Witch Hunter walked into the room and took the "healing potion" handed over by Leake and drank it all.

Leake's appearance made him unable to feel any suspicion.

All he had was uncontrollable killing intent!

"Where's the appetizer? The one on the bed?"

The prey looked at the bishop's big bed, under the quilt, covered with a human-shaped bulge.

"That's right, a pretty chaste woman, this time I didn't modify her cognition, her crying annoyed me a bit, so I let her... (missing word) fall asleep first."

Poro explained, leading the Witch Hunter to the bed,

"You wake her up and start, tell me what torture tools you want, and I'll send someone to get them for you."

Poro said naturally, as if he were a pervert who regarded human life as worthless!

And with the killing intent in his brain, the misleading words of the interceptor, the news that the mental potion was about to be refined, Poro's disguise and acting... plus the influence of Leake's [Little Red Riding Hood·Cute Girl] authority.

The Witch Hunter didn't doubt him, and directly bent down and reached out to grab the bed sheet—

Forcefully lifted it!