Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Two hours later, Merlin and Miss Bloodstone arrived on time at the "Hammerhead Shark" pier in Manhattan.

This is a small wharf that is still in operation and looks busy, but this is not the destination of Merlin and Elsa.

During these two hours, Miss Bloodstone was translating the broken text, and Merlin went to the Trident Building and retrieved her Ford car and car keys. So this time, he finally didn't need to be dismissed by Elsa.

Uh, although driving this Ford car everywhere, it is not particularly licensed.

"We have arrived."

After driving along the Hammerhead Shark Wharf all the way to the edge for 5 minutes, a factory that appeared to have been abandoned for a long time finally appeared in front of Merlin.

He drove the car, slowed it down, looked at the overgrown road around him, and drove all the way into the workshop of this abandoned factory.

Then he saw the blade of the vampire hunter who was sitting on the edge of the second floor, waiting for their arrival.

The dude who appeared as a tough guy in both appearances had his signature flat shovel head. He took off his windbreaker and only wore a sleeveless black combat uniform, revealing strong muscles on his arms, and On his neck, there is a black tattoo with unknown meaning similar to a black feather snake, and the same enlarged tattoo on his shoulder.

It looks imposing, and the first impression is a real man.

The most important thing is that those sunglasses are still on his face. Make him look like a soldier ready to go to battle.

At the moment when he saw Merlin and Elsa opening the door, the blade grabbed the side rail and jumped in the air, tumbling once in the air, and then landed firmly in front of Merlin.

"It's punctual."

The blade waved to Merlin:

"Come with me, the old man is waiting for you. He heard that a demon hunter is coming, and he has cleaned up his sloppy appearance."

"I am also looking forward to seeing your mentor."

Elsa reached out and took off her sunglasses and hung it on her collar. she says:

"A master demon hunter hiding in North America, this news will surely make the old demon hunters in Europe very excited."

"No, I may not have made it clear before."

While leading the way, the blade explained:

"The old man is not a master demon hunter. Like me, he is not a demon hunter halfway."

"Oh?"

Merlin asked curiously:

"But you are using the orthodox bear school combat skills..."

"These things, let the old man tell you."

The blade shook his head and said indifferently:

"I'm not very interested in these things. I only know that, like me, the old man is forced to become a demon hunter."

This abandoned factory occupies a large area, and several workshops are connected together, which is a nearly perfect hiding place.

The blade took Merlin and Elsa in a labyrinth of corridors for a few minutes before arriving at their destination. After pushing open the door of an iron fence, Merlin saw an old man who was playing with some gun parts.

"Whistler, Ms. Elsa is here."

The blade shouted, and the old man immediately put down what was in his hand. He turned around and saw Elsa and Merlin.

Merlin also noticed Whistler's eyes for the first time.

This old man must have brought something similar to invisible eyes, covering a part of the eyes' aberration.

But in Merlin's spiritual vision, he could clearly distinguish that the pupil of the old man's eyes is not like the round hole of human beings, but the yellow vertical pupil like animals, which looks extra strange.

Merlin knew that it was a sequelae of taking a mutant potion, and it was also a sign of a formal demon hunter.

At the moment of meeting with Elsa, Old Whistler was a little cramped, it seemed to be remembering something.

A moment later, under the watchful eye of Merlin, Blade and Elsa, the old man put his left hand on his chest and his right leg back slightly, then bowed his head and bent down, making a slightly strange etiquette.

In Merlin's gaze, Elsa responded with the same courtesy.

Obviously, this is the way to greet the demon hunters.

Well, full of sense of the times.

The old man Whistler smiled and touched his messy beard. He pulled out his bear head emblem from his pocket and put it on the palm of his hand. When he was near Elsa’s griffon emblem, two black The metal emblems began to buzz slightly.

This represents the identity of the two people and was finally confirmed.

"My name is Elsa, Elsa. Bloodstone."

Elsa confirmed Whistler's identity, and she put down her last warning, with a smile, she said to the senior:

"My father is Ulysses Bloodstone, a previous generation of master griffin school."

"Oh, that sounds like a real big man."

Old Whistler smiled, he said:

"My inheritance comes from my uncle Yuan Yuan... I won't say his name. In fact, until my uncle died, I didn't know that he was actually a demon hunter."

"Then you and the legacy of the blade?"

Elsa frowned and asked:

"And the mutant potions you have taken. If there is no official demon hunter guidance, it is difficult for you to survive the mutation period of several months."

"Yes."

The old hunter touched his pale hair. He said with emotion:

"The torment of those months almost killed my life, and I almost didn't survive. But fortunately, I added something to the mutant potion, and those things finally helped me complete my transformation and Rebirth."

"What did you add?"

Merlin asked enthusiastically:

"Any other neutralizing drugs?"

The old hunter glanced at Merlin. He shook his head and said in a low voice:

"Yes... hatred. The hatred engraved in my bones gave me hope to climb out of hell."

"Tell us your story."

Merlin's expression became more serious, he said:

"I have a hunch that this is a story worth listening to."

Beside him, Elsa also nodded, and Miss Bloodstone was very interested in the heritage of Old Whistler and Blade. In fact, she is interested in all the demon hunting traditions except the Griffin School.

"Oh, this is a long story."

Old Whistler reached out and motioned for Merlin and Elsa to sit on the old sofa on the side. He turned and poured himself a glass of water, then lit a cigarette.

Under Elsa's watch, the old man vomited a smoke ring, and he told his story leisurely.

"I was born in... uh, it seems to be 1798? I have forgotten the specific time... People who live too long will be forgetful, which is really bad."

"My parents are immigrants from Russia, and so is my uncle hunter. Of course, I doubt that he is actually not my uncle, but my brother or cousin of my great grandfather. The demon hunter can live for a long time. They They also know how to hide."

Old Whistler playing with his own bear head emblem, he said:

"In my memory, my uncle is an old-fashioned and silent person. He has never been married and has no children. In the last ten years of his life, I spent with him. I still remember that before he died A week later, he took me to hunt...his body was tough, and his death came too suddenly."

"People in the village said that my uncle was killed by a mad bison, but I know, no! I saw the gray-haired uncle rushing out of the village with two swords, and... he just Never returned."

The old man said calmly:

"At that time, the North American continent was more chaotic than it is now. Indians like to do some sacrifices and ceremonies, and they will always alarm some things they can't solve."

"My uncle died in the hands of a thunderbird who was alarmed. He fought the horrible thing in the mountains for hours. He failed to win. The fierce brute was injured and fled back to the wilderness. The village was rescued, at the cost of my uncle’s small body being torn apart."

"Thunderbird..."

Merlin knew this beast.

In the book "Where is the Magical Creature", the wizard Newt has a detailed account of the thunderbird. It is an extremely dangerous magical creature. When it is irritated, its destructive power is still above the ordinary fire dragon. .

It seems that Whistler's uncle is not as obscure as he said. At least, the ordinary demon hunter can't fight the enraged thunderbird directly.

"He is a warrior."

Elsa whispered:

"He followed the oath of the demon hunter."

"um, yes."

The old hunter took a sip of water and smothered his cigarette butts.

"He didn't tell me anything about the demon hunter until he died. He didn't plan to keep the lineage. But it happened so suddenly that my uncle didn't have time to destroy his notes. When I was packing up his relics, I found those things...Of course, in the beginning, I just used those things as boring things with ghost symbols."

"Until...until a stray vampire breaks into my house."

Whistler's tone became lower.

He seemed to recall what happened 200 years ago. After a few seconds, he continued to say:

"At that time, my wife and I had a daughter and a son. Although they lived in poverty, poverty was just a common phenomenon in that era. Everyone did not live well, but we still tried our best to help people in need. "

"That day, my wife found a man who fell unconscious on the ground outside the farm. My son and I took him back to our house. We thought it was someone who needed help. He woke up in the middle of the night. .. he thanked us politely and then..."

"He shattered my wife's neck in front of my face and sipped her blood."

The old hunter's tone was calm, as if telling the story of others, but his clenched fingers represented that even if it had been 200 years, the tragic past was still vivid.

"He sucked the blood of my wife and grabbed my son and daughter. That bastard, he was just kidding, he forced me to make a choice. He let me decide, which of my loved ones died.. . The other can survive."

"That night was the longest night in my life. When the sun rose again, my heart was dead."

"I hugged my little daughter and sat by the family's body for 3 days, then I madly turned over the things left by my uncle, and then...I became a demon hunter ."

Whistler shrugged:

"I spent almost 15 years learning the knowledge. With the help of a wizard who passed by the village by accident, I made a mutation potion, and then I carried the two swords left by my uncle and searched the land. The vampire that ruined my life that year."

"Did you find it?"

Elsa, who also clenched her fists, asked:

"Are you avenged?"

"Ok."

Only then did Whistler's face smile, he said:

"63 years! I searched for it for 63 years, and finally in the desert outside Las Vegas, cut off his head with the silver sword left by his uncle. When those ashes spilled into the sky, that's what I saw The most beautiful flame ever."

"What about your daughter?"

Merlin is concerned about another issue:

"Or, is your family still there?"

"Where do I have any family..."

Whistler waved a little helplessly. He said:

"My Albert also witnessed the death of her mother and brother. Do you think that after such a thing, a girl can grow up like an ordinary person?"

"You mean, your daughter has also become a demon hunter?"

Merlin says:

"She is still alive?"

"Well, the last time I contacted my Albert was 30 years ago."

The old hunter said:

"You have to understand, Lord Merlin, the longer you live, the thinner the feeling is. The mutant potion is not a good thing. It brings us an extraordinary body and also takes away some of our things."

The old hunter's finger moved, he said:

"I lost ‘compassion’ and became a lunatic desperate for revenge. And my poor daughter... lost ‘feelings’ and became a frosty hunter.”

"You didn't tell me these things."

The blade on the side suddenly said:

"You said a few days ago that you are leaving...you are actually going to find your daughter, right?"

"I'm dying."

Old Whistler said frankly to his life, the only disciple said:

"I was injured when I hunted the vampire. The potion is not a panacea. Every time I drink the potion, it will accumulate toxicity in the body. In recent years, I have been able to feel that I have become more and more The weaker, maybe soon, I will usher in the end of my life."

"Eric, I just don't want to leave with regret."

"When things in New York are over, I will go with you."

The blade said in an undeniable voice:

"The monsters throughout North America want your head. I can't just let a lame old man walk on the road alone."

"up to you."

Old Whistler shrugged. He looked back at Elsa and Merlin. He said:

"Look, this is the story of an old man."

"A good story."

Merlin says:

"200 years of grudges and hatred, this trip is worthwhile."

"I'm more curious, is there really a girl who chooses to inherit the Xiong School?"

Elsa said in disbelief:

"I heard my mother say that most female demon hunters are cat school, snake school, and some will choose griffins, and few flying lions use poison... bears, which will cause muscle curse hyperplasia, change Into a big chunk..."

"Who tells you that my Albert is a Demon Hunter of the Bear School?"

Old Whistler shook his head, he said:

"Albert is not a bear school, Miss Elsa, she is a cat school demon hunter."

"How can this be?"

Elsa suddenly exclaimed, she said:

"Your uncle is a bear hunter of the Xiong School, and he can't get the inheritance of the Cat School no matter how powerful he is!

"Albert's Demon Hunter heritage is not from me."

Whistler waved his hand, he said:

"Albert's heritage comes from another demon hunter."

"Who?"

Elsa asked:

"Is there any other demon hunter besides the three of you in North America?"

"Have!"

Whistler hesitated. He looked at Elsa. He said:

"You have definitely heard of that person. His name is..."

"Gerlot of Livia, or, Geralt of the White Wolf."

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