Chapter 1773 Replacement

When you're hungry, the smell of fried chicken is full of temptation.

Even Ederson, who holds the title, was in a trance.

However, the next moment, the 'Hunting Blade' came back to his senses. He clenched his dagger tightly and prepared to subdue the guy who was close to him.

As for direct killing?

Ederson, who felt no ill will, had no intention of doing so.

However, Holleika was faster.

"Snake Pie."

When Edson was about to take action, Holleika whispered, and at the same time, there were several gestures that only the demon hunter knew.

"Snake sect?"

Edson was startled.

But Holleika didn't pay much attention to it, and directly took out the fried chicken he just bought at the market from his arms.

Although he didn't know why his mentor asked him to bring fried chicken to the Wolf Faction Demon Hunters, Holleka didn't have any doubts. The mentor naturally had his thoughts.

He just needs to obey and do as he is told.

When Holleika reached into his arms, Edson's eyes were full of vigilance.

There is no doubt that if Holleika makes the slightest move, he will receive a fatal blow.

only……

fried chicken? !

Ederson was stunned again.

He really didn't expect Holleka to take out the fried chicken from his arms.

"For me?"

Edson asked blankly.

"Um."

Holleika nodded.

After a slight hesitation, and after his stomach growled twice, Edson finally took the fried chicken. After careful inspection, the old demon hunter began to devour it.

Looking at Edson's eating appearance, Holleka was stunned.

Did I buy less?

Holleika asked herself secretly.

In less than five seconds, a whole fried chicken with its head removed, including the bones, was completely chewed up and swallowed by the old demon hunter.

"Need more?"

"There are also cake sellers over there in the market."

Holleika asked.

"No."

The old demon hunter said calmly.

But the oil residue on the corner of his mouth is extremely conspicuous.

Holleka took a look and lowered his eyes.

"I'm telling you about some things about the 'Quiet Night Secret Order'..."

Holleka relayed the plan of the 'instigator'.

"That guy!"

The old demon hunter narrowed his eyes, a cold light flashed, and his murderous intent was revealed.

The old demon hunter is no stranger to 'instigators'.

Coupled with the other party's identity as a member of the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night', the old demon hunter must kill the other party.

However, before that, he looked at Holleika.

"Are you an 'Anzi'?"

The old witcher lowered his voice without moving his lips, and the sound came from his throat.

Although the members of the Snake Faction in front of him have hidden some things, if Edson can't discover some of them until now, then he really should retire.

Holleika nodded.

Before coming, he knew that his identity must be known to the other party.

Moreover, some things require the cooperation of the other party.

Therefore, there is nothing to hide.

Looking at Horleika who nodded, the old demon hunter stared for a few seconds.

Then, he bowed slightly.

This is a tribute to the witcher.

Because he knows the danger of lurking, and he also knows more clearly what the other party will bear when he sees him.

"Hide yourself in the shadows..."

"Merge with the enemy?"

The old demon hunter sighed in his heart.

He recalled the three snake sect demon hunters he had met.

One is a very traditional 'hunter', and that kind of aura cannot be hidden from him.

One had a vague aura, which made him wary.

And the one in front of me is willing to lurk.

Until now, the old demon hunter finally had a more specific understanding of the Snake Sect.

Similar to the Wolf Faction Demon Hunter.

But they have different acting styles.

I hope that the code of the ‘Witcher’ can be remembered.

After silently blessing him in his heart, the old demon hunter spoke directly.

"Now you need me to be the 'fuse' to detonate this matter?"

"That's right."

"You need to 'kill' me, and then quickly escape from prison."

"The 'Carrot' hotel is our temporary stay. When you finish rescuing people, you can find us wherever you go."

After Horleika finished speaking, he hid in the shadows and left quickly.

The task given to him by his mentor was not completed.

He needs to keep working hard.

The old demon hunter didn't walk out of the corner until Holleika's figure disappeared completely. He didn't act immediately, but went to the market to buy some necessities.

For example...pancakes.

…

Wheelkar walks in the middle ring of Etantinople.

This is still a business district.

However, because it is close to the Upper Seventh Ring Road, the place is getting cleaner and tidier, and the shops are gradually becoming more upscale. Those rare jewelry and jewelry stores have become common here.

And some high-end restaurants are also everywhere here.

However, Lunkar didn't care about any of this.

What he is looking for is a 'secret whistle', the 'secret whistle' of the Temple of War.

In Fort Etantino, the Temple of War once had a large number of clear guards and secret sentries.

However, after the 'Black Disaster', all the Ming Guards retreated to the upper seventh ring where the 'War Temple' is located, and the hidden sentries were even reduced without a trace.

At least, that's how it appears.

In fact?

The number of secret sentries has been reduced.

But more things have become more secretive.

The deacons of the Holy Inquisition have become even more difficult to distinguish.

Fortunately, as one of the most famous field personnel of the 'Secret Order of Silent Night', Lunkar is not unworthy of his reputation. He knows that there are no fewer than five secret sentinels of the Temple of War in Fort Etantino.

But he didn't say anything.

He needs these secret whistles to bring him greater value.

For example, this time.

As for why you chose this?

Naturally, this is because the hidden whistle here has the highest value.

According to Lunkar's judgment after several contacts, the main messenger here is at least a priest, or even a sword-wielding priest.

Therefore, he was very careful when he walked into the 'Etolin Tailor Shop' again.

He tried his best to remain a member of the "Secret Order of Quiet Night" who was not discovered and only regarded the other party as an ordinary tailor.

Of course, this is from the bottom of my heart.

On the face?

He still wore that habitual smile.

Any difference will arouse the other party's vigilance.

The priests of the Temple of War are not so easy to fool.

Ding!

Wind chimes ring.

"Etolin, here I go again."

Lunkar greeted the owner and only tailor of the shop.

This is an old man with gray hair, wearing glasses, and his body is slightly stooped, but he still moves swiftly. A tape measure hangs around his neck. Even when he talks, the scissors in his hand do not stop.

"Welcome, Renl."

"What do you need this time?"

The old tailor called Lunkar by his alias.

"I need a formal suit."

"I have a 'meeting' to attend in a few days."

Lunkar said with a smile.

He didn't lie.

A ‘meeting of councilors’ is also a meeting.

"Oh, what kind of meeting?"

The old tailor pushed up his glasses.

"A very cumbersome meeting."

The smile on Lunkar's face faded slightly, and then he shook his head, obviously not wanting to say anything more on this topic.

"Do I need to prepare anything?"

"Except for that formal suit."

Lunkar asked.

"I suggest you bring a silver brooch with you as the only accessory for a dark formal suit. As for a hat, you have to choose it based on the situation. However, a pair of leather shoes of the same color is indispensable."

The old tailor said very professionally.

"What's the shape of the brooch?"

"I'll order the shoes from you."

"You know my size."

Lunkar said.

"Can."

“The brooch should be as simple as possible.”

“It doesn’t need to be complicated.”

"Don't be too aggressive."

"What do you think of a four-leaf clover?"

"It represents luck."

The old tailor pointed again.

"Are you lucky?"

"Can."

"This is exactly what I need."

"how much is the total?"

Lunkar took out his wallet directly.

"85 Kimpton, formal suit 50, leather shoes 20, silver four-leaf clover brooch 15."

“If it’s urgent, you need to pay an extra 10 Kimpton.”

The old tailor quoted a price that was very suitable for the location of the upper seventh ring road.

Lunkar took out the really good money order from his wallet and put it on the old tailor's table.

"please hurry."

"I need it urgently."

Lunkar gave instructions before leaving.

"Do not worry."

"You can pick it up in two days."

The old tailor promised.

Both sides say goodbye to each other just like a real tailor and customer.

However, when the door of the tailor's shop was closed, the old tailor's slightly stooped body suddenly straightened up.

That kind of sharp light cannot be blocked by glasses.

After closing the back door, he turned and walked upstairs.

After walking out of the tailor shop, Lunkar breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything went smoother than he imagined.

Next?

Of course, wait quietly.

However, waiting was not what Lunkar was used to.

He chose a high-end restaurant and sat on the second floor of the restaurant.

"A glass of lime water, a piece of cream cake, and a piece of cocoa cake."

Lunkar took out two Kimptons and placed them in the waiter's hands.

Cream and cocoa don't come cheap.

However, it won’t cost two Kimpton.

Half of it is considered a tip.

Lunkar understands the importance of Kimpton.

Therefore, in less than two minutes, all the meals he ordered were served, and when he asked to sit at the window seat, the waiter took the initiative to negotiate with the guests at that table.

That's a young man.

The clothes look simple, but are actually very exquisite, and the face is ordinary.

Upon hearing the waiter's request.

The young man stood up without refusing.

"Thanks."

Lunkar smiled and thanked him.

"nothing."

The young man waved his hand and, under the guidance of the waiter, sat down in Carl's original seat.

This is all normal.

It happens every day in restaurants, so no one cares.

Lunkar didn't find anything he cared about in the young man.

As for that outfit?

Come on, this is the Upper Seventh Ring Road of Etantinoburg, a place where the upper class of the aristocracy live. Such clothes are really ordinary. Only really shabby clothes would be extremely conspicuous.

Therefore, Lunkar quickly focused on where he should pay attention.

He didn't move the cake on the table.

Just holding the lime water, his eyes looked at the rumors.

From this location, you can see one side of the Central Third Ring Road.

Congressman Kolipo’s ‘prison’ is also on this side.

Time passed minute by minute.

About half an hour later, a plume of thick smoke suddenly rose from the business district of Etantino.

The noise could still be heard even though it was very far away.

The people who were sitting in the restaurant looked there in shock.

Including, that young man.

Perhaps because of his youth, this young man did not sit in the chair, but stood up and walked to the window.

Out of the kindness of the other party before, Lunkar turned his chair slightly to allow the other party to pass smoothly.

When the other party nodded, Lunkar nodded slightly in response.

"Is that the market in the middle third ring road?"

"Why did the fire happen?"

The young man's voice suddenly sounded.

"Maybe the fireplace wasn't done properly and some sparks popped out."

"Or a charcoal basin."

"This happens every year in Etantinople."

Listening to the young man's questions, Lunkar stood up involuntarily and explained.

Still out of gratitude to the other person for giving up his seat.

"Yeah?"

The young man looked confused.

"certainly."

"Accidents happen every year."

Lunkar replied casually.

The nobles of Etantinople are really getting worse from generation to generation.

Although the etiquette is good, the knowledge is too poor?

If such a young man were placed in a place like Sika City, he would have already fought in a real sense, right?

Even if you are from a noble family, you should join the patrol.

Rather than being cared for like a baby.

No wonder His Majesty is becoming more and more dissatisfied with his 'knights'.

With the promulgation of the 'new order', everyone knew what the king meant.

Not only his ambitions for the Southern Islands, but also his dissatisfaction with his subordinates.

However, it is not easy to smoothly implement the ‘new order’.

Lunkar knew that some old nobles were secretly uniting.

That His Majesty the King?

You should know.

However, he turned a blind eye.

What does the other party want to do?

It’s nothing more than catching them all in one go.

Lunkar knew this very well.

But he would not tell the young nobles around him.

Picking up the top hat on the table with his right hand, Lunkar was ready to leave.

"Your cake!"

The young man reminded Lunkar.

"no need."

"They should taste pretty average."

Lunkar waved his hand.

"This is a waste of food."

said the young man.

"Sometimes waste is not shameful, it also represents your strength."

Seeing the 'stereotypical' young noblemen under aristocratic etiquette, Lunkar completely lost interest in talking.

What's there to talk about with a single board of wood?

"strength?"

"But Boss said it's not good to waste food."

"I think Boss is right."

The young man smiled. This smile was neither gentle nor cold, it just felt weird.

In an instant, Lunkar felt dizzy.

not good!

His heart tightened, and he immediately took out the potion and was about to uncork it.

But the superior evil spirit came to him first, grabbed the potion with one hand, and turned into a knife with the other hand, and lightly hit the side of Lunkar's neck.

Snapped!

Amidst the crisp sound, Lunkar fell into a coma.

The upper evil spirit took advantage of the situation and picked up the opponent, as if he was resisting a sack.

Then, pack the two cakes on the table by yourself.

Then, he walked out of the restaurant.

Everyone in the restaurant seemed to have not seen the superior evil spirit.

It wasn't until the superior evil spirit who had walked far away gently snapped his fingers that these people seemed to wake up from a dream.

But their attention was soon drawn to the smoke.

No one noticed Lunkar's disappearance.

Because, after a while, a new ‘Lunkar’ appeared on the street of the Upper Seventh Ring Road.

PS Sorry, Feilong overslept in the afternoon...