In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

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Two shrill screams ran through the entire alley.

The ugly evil spirit suspended in mid-air, with the dry skin covering its withered cheeks, slowly revealed a ferocious smile.

Fear is the sweetest food for evil spirits.

This kind of evil spirit, which often dies due to premarital violence and lingers near the place of death, is full of hatred and resentment towards the living.

"no, do not want!"

"Get away, you beast!"

The two patrolmen screamed loudly and waved the weapons in their hands randomly, but ordinary iron weapons just passed through the evil spirit's body without causing even a single ripple.

As they watched, the evil spirit's ferocious long tongue reached in front of the two of them.

"It's so noisy."

A somewhat impatient voice suddenly sounded in the hearts of the two of them.

Looking up, on the eaves opposite, there was sitting a girl wearing a white dress and swaying two white calves.

She pointed to her ear: "If you scream again, I will kill you too."

"Strange to say, this is the first time I have seen an evil spirit that appears at noon with such a strong fire energy in its body. Is it a specialty of this world?"

"It's really interesting."

She whispered words that neither of them could understand.

The day demon spirit, who was about to attack the two of them, stared at the beautiful appearance of the girl in front of him.

On its face, jealousy and resentment intertwined to form an increasingly ferocious face - If I had been so beautiful, wouldn't I have ended up like this?

It was even possible for me to become a maid in a noble family, to be pampered by my master instead of being toyed with by a villain.

Black liquid spurted out from its eye sockets. It almost immediately gave up the food that had been brought to its mouth and rushed towards the girl.

Scott shouted: "Miss, run, this is an evil spirit!"

John yelled: "Idiot, leave her alone and run!"

He got up from the ground, moved his legs that were numb from fear, and ran out as hard as he could.

The girl crossed her legs and swayed: "Oh, you are quite kind-hearted. In the past, I might have allowed you to become a blood slave serving the royal court, but that is not possible now."

A pillar of fire erupted from the mouth of the day demon spirit.

If you look carefully, you can see that it is the long tongue in the mouth of the day demon spirit. The sharp barbs are lingering with dark flames.

"That's disgusting."

The smile on Fringilla's face stopped abruptly.

The flames exuded a stench like rotten flesh.

There was an expression of disgust on her face: "It smells really disgusting. Don't dirty my new clothes. The adults bought these for me!"

boom--

Long tongues pierced walls and eaves.

The girl's figure has long since disappeared.

The day demon spirit is a little puzzled. It has never been exposed to any extraordinary power before it was alive. How could it know that a person who clearly looks like an ordinary girl could have such a special ability.

"I'm behind you, idiot."

The day demon suddenly turned around and looked behind him.

Different from when she was watching from Lothar's side, Fringilla's eyes were filled with blood in her fighting state, and at the corners of her mouth, two delicate fangs pierced her somewhat pale lips.

A pair of winding red magic horns stretched out, and a thin layer of blood mist filled the alley.

"We have to deal with you quickly and go back to find the adults."

She was suspended in mid-air, opened her hand, and a bone spur with a blood streak in the middle penetrated her palm, like a sharp sword.

The bone spurs and flesh squirmed, making a weird and numb sound.

The day demon spirit let out a scream full of fear and anger, and suddenly pounced on Fulin.

But she didn't dodge, she just waved the bone spur away gently.

The next moment, bloody light filled the alley.

Wait until the light fades away.

During the day, the demon spirit's body solidified inch by inch, turning into gray-white like a stone statue.

Then it suddenly collapsed into countless pieces.

Platform on top of the castle.

From here, you can overlook the entire city of Montreal, the narrow and winding alleys, Count Leonard's favorite residence, churches and street shrines.

Brothels and bathhouses, gardens and fountains.

There is also the cracked, yellowish earth, and the tributary of the Jordan River whose flow has plummeted due to the dry season.

Ser Humphrey, wearing a mule-purple cloak, pressed his hands on the rough rocks at the edge of the platform.

Behind him, the white-haired elderly servant asked with some confusion: "Sir Humphrey, is it inappropriate for us to neglect Baron Lothar so much?"

Humphrey sneered and said: "It is most appropriate to treat him with this attitude. They have lost their combat effectiveness in a short period of time after fighting with the Saracen cavalry."

"He has outlived his usefulness to us."

The servant hesitated and said, "Also, during this time in the city, people are dying every day. It is said to be haunted. Don't you need to remind Baron Lothar?"

"No, it's best if he dies. According to convention, after his death, I should temporarily command the army under his command. It is indeed an elite army and should not be left in the hands of such a nouveau riche-like little baron."

Sir Humphrey stood facing the sun, his eyes slightly squinted by the dazzling light. The sun was so bright that even his hair was clearly visible, but there was an obvious layer of gloom.

"Kaleborg, why hasn't it been conquered yet? Saladin, you really disappoint me."

The servant behind him immediately lowered his head and reminded: "Sir, how can you say such words?"

Humphrey smiled and said: "That's it. Anyway, there are only two of you and me here. My stupid and reckless stepfather has filled my mother with some ecstasy soup, and he is still unwilling to give me a fiefdom. What if? If God gives me another younger brother and sister, what’s wrong with me hoping for his death?”

The servant was silent for a moment, then said: "After all, the lady is also there."

"Okay, please step back and keep an eye on Baron Lothar and the knights under his command. Don't let them cause trouble. By the way, remember to collect an extra 'Saladin tax'. This is to prepare for the reception." Prepared by the Crusaders coming down.”

"Flynn?"

Lothar came in a hurry.

Fringilla turned back, and the scarlet in her eyes quickly faded, turning into clear.

The winding red magic horn disappeared, and she quickly grabbed her long, messy white hair, and then called out in a tearful voice, "Sir, I'm here."

Seeing that Fringilla was unharmed, Lothar let out a sigh of relief: "It's fine. Why did you come here?"

"I just want to share your worries."

Fringilla threw herself into Lothar's arms, rubbed the non-existent tears on Lothar's shoulder, peeked out her head furtively, looked at Prajna behind Lothar, and made a face.

Lothar was a little surprised. He patted Fulin on the back: "Thanks to you this time. The milestone of a demon hunter requires hunting monsters. Unfortunately, this kind of daytime demon spirit does not seem to be included in it."

"Sir, I just went through a big war, and you don't even care about me?"

Lothar touched her head perfunctorily: "I care, of course I care, but isn't it nothing?"

After the previous battle, he upgraded Fulin and Prajna to level 30. Compared with before, their strength has been greatly improved. Lothar did not think that a single evil spirit could pose much of a threat to Fulin.

The reason why I came in a hurry was just in case.

Prajna suddenly said: "Maybe it's not that the day demon spirit is not included among them, but that it's not dead yet?"

She raised the black ghost-faced shield in her hand, and the ghost-faced relief on it suddenly became vivid. It took a deep breath, showed an intoxicated look, and then suddenly opened its mouth.

Among the white gravel on the ground, a translucent phantom of a woman was quickly drawn out and flew towards the mouth of the ghostly face relief.

The ghost-faced relief chews the spirit body, making a scalp-numbing crunching sound.

At the same time, the system's prompt sounded: "You have completed the milestone, Demon Hunter, and received a special card draw reward."