Chapter 589 Daughter

"An excellent demon hunter should not only have good physical fitness and be proficient in gun fighting skills, but also at least have a certain knowledge of survival in the wild, self-healing ability, and the content of mysticism. , the classification of the fallen is well known..."

In my memory, a white-haired instructor with eagle-eyed eyes was yelling loudly: "As a demon hunter, you must know how to maintain your weapon. It is a comrade in arms who fights side by side with you, and is closer than your lover. partner!"

Many memories of fighting skills, gun fighting skills, and survival in the wild were retrieved by Fang Yuan, and together formed the basis of the demon hunter system.

It's a pity that this Hulk's aptitude is really mediocre, and he's only at the level of a novice after hard training.

At this moment, Fang Yuan looked at his great sword.

It is a standard witcher's long sword, more than one meter long, with a palm width, and the whole body is glowing with silver, which is the effect of adding mithril during forging.

The mithril on the Alka continent and the mithril in the previous Western Fantasy legends are completely two substances.

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

"Mithril has the ability to burn the family members of the night, so it is the standard equipment for all demon hunter weapons...Of course, the texture of mithril is very brittle. Forging weapons with it is tantamount to suicide. It can only be used to cast alloys. Various combinations The secret is the unique secret of blacksmiths..."

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand to hold his saber, and he felt a feeling of flesh and blood. It was the result of countless times of practice. His palm was already very familiar with every part of the sword.

"starry night!"

The hilt is densely wrapped with fine hemp silk, and there are a few letters at the end, engraved with the name of the sword.

"From now on...you will follow me!"

He put on a black leather coat and carried the long sword on his back with a belt.

Starry Night is an epee, with a weight of more than 50 pounds. Normally, this is not unusual, but now Fang Yuan feels as if he is carrying a mountain.

"call……"

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

The mahogany handle of this flintlock gun has a layer of gloss on it, with an indescribable smooth beauty, but the predecessor Hulk gave it a bad name-howling!

"The combination of this sword and one gun is the howling under the starry night?"

Fang Yuan looked at the mirror speechlessly: "I never thought you'd have such a bad taste..."

What appeared in the mirror was the face of a young man with a high nose and deep eyes, snow-white skin, and a purebred Western frame, but his eyes were pitch-black, like jewels, and his short wine-red hair was straight, as if The sharp barbs look very energetic.

"time to go."

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

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

Most of the people sitting at the bar were demon hunters from this area, wearing leather coats or windbreakers, wearing hats, and occasionally showing weapons such as throwing knives on their bodies, drinking and eating meat in large gulps.

As a demon hunter, it is normal to be precarious, and you may die on the battlefield one day, so carpe diem is the common psychology among them.

"Oh, look who this is?"

At this time, a blond demon hunter saw Fang Yuan and immediately raised his glass: "Isn't this the lucky Hulk? We should drink to his lucky escape!"

"Dry!"

Many demon hunters either winked or smiled kindly, or maybe they were just looking for an excuse to drink, and shouted loudly, finishing the beer in their glasses.

"I heard that you were brutally fucked by that monster before. Are there any missing parts on your body?"

The blond young man leaned over, with some malicious intentions.

"Becky, stop making trouble!"

Seeing this, Uncle Jock, who was wiping the glass behind the bar, could not help but frown and reprimanded him.

"I'm not messing around... I'm just caring about Hulk!" Becky slapped his forehead suddenly: "Could it be that the rumor is true... Hulk was seriously injured by a monster and has lost his ability to be a demon hunter? "

He purposely spoke very loudly, attracting regretful eyes.

If it was another boy with low self-esteem, he would rush out at this time.

But Fang Yuan has a lot of experience after all, he just smiled when he heard the words, and suddenly approached: "Even if I suffer a little injury, I can kill you with one hand now, do you believe it? Becky?"

Even though he had no strength to restrain the chicken at this time, the slightly concentrated momentum still made Becky back again and again, almost hitting the bar.

This invisible confrontation immediately brightened the eyes of Joker and the old witchers.

'Unexpectedly, Hulk has the aura of a strong man at this time, but it's a pity...'

Jock shook his head slowly, looked at Fang Yuan who was sitting on the bar: "You can't drink!"

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

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

"Why are you being polite to me? Maria! Maria!"

Jock was stunned, collected the money, and poured Fang Yuan a glass of soda water: "The steak will be delivered by Maria right away, you should eat more!"

A young girl turned out from the kitchen, probably in her twenties, tall and hot, and many drunks whistled.

"Your steak!"

boom!

She threw the plate in front of Fang Yuan, making a dull sound against the table.

"Thanks!"

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

And seeing Becky's infatuated winks beside him, he probably knew why this young witcher always disliked him.

It has to be said that, as Uncle Joker's beloved daughter, Maria has a high status among the young witchers, she is like a goddess in a dream.

Of course, if it's just this, it won't make Becky madly hate the previous Hulk.

"Uncle Joker was an elite demon hunter before retiring. He had a good savings and opened such a bar...and he only has one daughter. If he marries her, he will gain both money and wealth...just being a womanizer may not be enough. As for making him lose his temper, but with the addition of wealth, especially after Uncle Joker values ​​me, he immediately became a deadly enemy! '

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

'At this time...by hitting me, he showed his majesty, just like male animals competing to show off their muscles to compete for females, how childish! '

Of course, worshiping the strong is also human nature.

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

This is how the world is so cold, there are really too few people who can be consistent.

After eating and drinking, Fang Yuan came to Joke: "Uncle...I am here this time to say goodbye to you!"

"Really? It seems that you still chose your childhood dream!"

Uncle Joke sighed: "Are you going to the union headquarters? I can arrange a way for you..."

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

"Luck?!" A trace of suspicion flashed in Jock's eyes: "Could it be that you think... no, that's too dangerous, at least you have to take good care of your body!"

"My body is already at its limit to recover to this point... Next, if I don't solve that, it's impossible to recover!"

This time, no matter how Qiao Ke tried to persuade him to stay, Fang Yuan was determined to leave.

If he doesn't leave here, how can he heal his injuries? And quickly promoted, but also to hide these acquaintances?

"Please rest assured, I assure you, if you are not fully sure, you will never provoke those things!"

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

Immediately, he left the bar without looking back.

"well……"

Jock's throat moved, and finally he didn't continue to speak the words he wanted to keep.

He came to the back kitchen, looked at Maria who was pretending to be busy, and said angrily, "Why did you do this? After all, he grew up with you."

As an experienced old witcher, he clearly sensed his daughter's indifference, not only in this trivial matter today!

"For what? Of course to make him give up!" Maria raised her head proudly: "If he was still the former witcher, I might follow your father's wishes and marry him. After all, it is enough to keep the family business But at this time, he obviously can't bring me shelter. Why should I be like before? Father... You have done enough for him. That bottle of healing water alone is enough to repay his parents. ..."

"Wait a minute, who told you about this? Sophia?" Jock frowned, and immediately guessed the answer himself.

At this moment, it was as if his bones had been taken out of him, and his whole body looked older by a few minutes.

"Hey... You young people, make up your own mind!"

Jock sighed and walked out slowly.

Originally, he still had thoughts of letting Hulk marry, but at this time, he had nothing left.

Seeing this scene, Maria didn't know what to do, but she also felt a chill in her heart, as if she had made a big mistake.

But immediately, she clenched her small fists: "I am not wrong, I want to pursue my own happiness! Find a man who can truly love and protect me!"

...

The night wind is bleak.

Fang Yuan slowly left the alley of the Ax Bar amidst laughter that couldn't be told whether it was kind or mocking.

"What I'm going through now, no matter how you look at it, it looks like the template of the protagonist of those useless novels. I was seriously injured before retiring. If I don't rise up, I will be sorry for God..."

Fang Yuan wrapped himself in the windbreaker, thinking with some joy in his bitterness.

At this time, the gas lamps outside were not popular yet, 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 solemnly.