The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

The goddess of hunting, Hill?

Alok and Elok looked at each other, seeing confusion and surprise in each other's eyes at the same time.

Didn’t Hil Shah fall during the war between the three clans?

This is what the history of elves says, and it is definitely not wrong.

Delsa, the goddess of vengeance, also inherited her priesthood of vengeance. Hill is absolutely dead.

"What's wrong?" Boyka asked, seeing the eye contact between the two.

"Hmm~~I thought of something." Alok explained casually. "I've heard of Goddess Hill before."

"Really? This is really rare." Boyka said in surprise.

Alok nodded, then changed the subject and said:

"Is the hunting god that Innius believes in also the goddess Hill?"

"No." Boyka shook his head directly, and then replied: "Not entirely. There are still some people who believe in the god of hunting - Herbert. He is also the ancestor of Cappadocia."

After saying that, he looked around and said, "Let's get out of here. Go to the safe house first."

Alok and Elok looked at each other again, and both agreed: "Okay."

Elok and Il followed Boyka towards Nabristelle.

They walked through the woods, made a circle, and came to a dilapidated stone castle outside Nabrister.

"This was originally the base of Cappadocia and was occupied by us many years ago. Now it is our safe house." Boyka introduced as he walked.

"You can stay here for a while. Wait until daylight and go out. It will be safe then. We are taking action now."

In fact, Boyikasuke didn't need to say it, Elok didn't plan to go out.

On the way, I heard wolves howling and roaring inside Nabristelle.

This is totally messed up.

But now that my mental energy is close to being exhausted, meditation and rest are the most important things.

It wouldn't be too late to leave until he and El were together during the day.

Entering this quaint castle, Alok and El looked around.

There is a long table in the hall, placed in the middle, and on the wall in front of it is a statue of a goddess.

He does not have the pointed ears of an elf, only human features. But Alok was still sure that he was Sir Shah.

This is a mysterious feeling.

Boyka paused in front of the goddess, performed a courtesy, then took the two of them upstairs, found a reception room for the two of them to rest here, and then said:

"You guys can take a rest here. Thank you for helping the Wolfor family tonight."

"Actually, we didn't do it unintentionally..." Alok said with a shrug.

Boyka interrupted Elok's speech, showed a stiff smile, and said: "The Wolfor family will keep it in mind."

"Uh~~~" Alok was speechless.

Then, Boyka nodded slightly to El and slowly left the reception room, leaving time and space to his brother and sister.

The flickering light from the candles in the room illuminated their faces.

After a long time, Alok frowned slightly and said to El:

“That gave me some associations.”

"Tell me something." Ello said calmly, looking at Alok.

After organizing his words for a moment, Alok approached El and said in a very small voice:

"You just prayed to the queen, so the werewolf family received a reminder from their goddess Hill. And Hill Sha has long been dead. I suspect that this hunting goddess Hill is the queen's trumpet."

"What? Trumpet? Why do I think it is Shir Shah who is not dead?" El offered a different opinion.

"Huh??? It seems possible." Alok thought about it and felt it made sense. continued:

"I remember that the assassin profession can be resurrected from the dead due to a strong desire for revenge. And Hil Shah's priesthood is revenge and hunting. Maybe it can be resurrected?"

"However, it may be the queen's trumpet. And the possibility is even greater. Because the hunter profession and the artist profession are originally the same kind. They are not mutually exclusive. In other words, the queen can completely regard the hunter priesthood as her second priesthood. "

"Hmm~~~It's all possible." El said thinking about it.

After thinking for a long time, I just felt that there was no way to be sure, so Il decided to drop this topic and continued to ask:

"Then, that Herbert, the founder of Cappadocia. What's going on?"

"Well. It may be another high-level figure who has obtained the priesthood of Shir-Sha. And the struggle between the werewolf Wolfor family and the Cappadocia family is a dispute between the two over faith." Elok speculated.

"It is not ruled out that Cappadocia stole part of Shir Shah's priesthood. This created a dispute between the two."

"By the way. What's written in the book "Original Grudge"?" Alok asked.

Il didn't expect Alok to ask this, so he recalled:

"Huh? I've forgotten it a long time ago. It was a book I secretly read when I was still in school. I read it as a little book."

"Ah? Hasn't it been several years?" Alok replied in surprise. "Didn't you say that it contains the grudges between the two clans?"

"Yes. But how long has it been? I was not a transcendent at that time." El said with an innocent expression.

"I want to find it and take a look." Alok said depressedly, holding his forehead.

Seeing this, El snickered and suggested:

"Maybe we can ask dad directly. Let's find a safe place during the day."

"Good idea." Alok praised, then he pinched his aching head and said:

"I really need to rest. My mental strength is a little exhausted."

"No problem, I'll help you keep watch first." Ir knew that Enok consumed a lot of energy, so he took the initiative to say.

She also planned to check the harvest during this time.

It should be the hunter's crystals.

I hope there are some good stuff on the body.

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About an hour later.

After counting, Ir found very few spoils in total, which made her a little unhappy.

The most valuable ones are probably the four crystals.

The two first-level crystals didn't even precipitate the star spirit body, which made Ir a little irritated.

But the second-level and third-level crystals are quite beautiful.

Another sum of money came in.

There are also four hunting bows, which are just enchanted weapons made by alchemists. They are not worth much, but it is still good to bring them back to Dark Moon Forest as gifts.

Ramil has always used ordinary hunting bows.

Other than that, these four vampires have nothing.

Il was shocked.

But think about it, most of the battles of vampires rely on the body, not props and weapons.

If there are more props, it will become a burden.

Anyway, they will not use them when they transform.

Well~~~Except for the pendant.

That thing is actually a high-level weapon.

No wonder it is so big.

But it is a bit too much for these four hunters who can't transform yet to have nothing. Too stingy.

Il was so angry that she almost threw the crystal.

But in order to maintain her ladylike temperament and not to wake up Alok, she still resisted the impulse.

But just when she thought there was really no other gains, a ring suddenly fell from the third-level vampire.

That was something he had put in his chest pocket, but it fell out when Il flipped it over.

Il picked it up in surprise. He laughed softly.

When she looked at the function of the ring in detail, she was so surprised that she almost laughed out loud.

The ring is called "Lie". A level 3 ring.

There is only one skill, called - Deception.

There is no excessive explanation, but just one word has perfectly explained the effect of this skill. That is deception.

A level 3 skill of a criminal profession, if used in depth, can deceive everything. But the level of level 3 restricts the further development of this ring.

Further experiments are needed to determine how far it can go.

But it must be said that this is a skill that can be deeply explored. There are many functions that can be thought of.

There is only one side effect: when you deceive others, you will also deceive yourself, and when you hurt others, you will also hurt yourself. Please stay awake at all times.

This is not difficult to understand. When you use deception, you may even deceive yourself. Stay awake at all times.

She happily put it on.

But suddenly fell into a deep state.

The image in my mind is a grief-stricken woman in a wedding dress.

She muttered: He was my love!