Chapter 1786 Merit

A sword swept across and the air froze.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene split into two.

Even the old demon hunter and Sivalka are no exception.

powerful!

More powerful than all the dark priests he had ever seen!

This is Sivalka's most direct impression.

But the old witcher was different.

He saw more.

Close to a demigod?

The old demon hunter murmured in a low voice, but his expression quickly returned to normal.

Because he has seen strong men who are close to demigods.

And, there's more than one.

His teachers and former digital companions were all able to reach this level, and even he, if he ignored them, could reach a similar level.

but……

The Snake Sect is stronger than imagined!

The old demon hunter looked at Kieran's young face and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although age is not absolute among demon hunters, the more powerful a young man is, the more powerful his teacher and family are, in addition to his talent.

And this is good news for today's old witchers.

The witcher needs more power at this moment!

Whether such power comes from the Wolf Faction or... the Snake Faction.

There was a hint of gentleness in the old demon hunter's scrutinizing eyes.

Qin Ran was keenly aware of this change, but did not say anything more. He just nodded slightly and walked to one side.

Most of the monsters in the shantytown had just been killed by him with one sword.

Those restless evil spirits disappeared.

However, there are still many infected monsters missing in the corners.

He needed to clean up.

This is consistent with his current status as a snake sect demon hunter.

As for the changes in the old witcher?

This was expected.

Just follow the steps.

The old demon hunter looked at Kieran who was starting to clean up, and immediately joined in. At the same time, he kept observing Kieran. When he saw the crisp and neat methods and the insightful way of handling the situation, he nodded secretly again.

"I have received complete skills as a witcher, otherwise I would not be so familiar with the habits of monsters."

"Being able to handle it calmly and simply, it is obvious that the tests of 'Green Grass' and 'Xia Zhi' were passed with excellent results."

"Nice young man."

The old demon hunter commented like this.

But Sivalka didn't pay attention to the two of them anymore. He walked into the crowd and looked at Ellie who was huddled behind his sister. After seeing Sivalka, the little girl with a silent face finally had a hint of color. .

"Uncle, are you okay?"

the little girl asked.

"Um."

"I went to do some things and didn't go directly to the Lame Hotel."

Sivalka nodded and explained.

"That's good, that's good."

The little girl murmured like this.

The tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and flowed down.

She thought of her mother.

She thought of other people who would never appear again.

Maybe she is very young.

She didn't understand much, but this lost feeling became more and more pure, without any weighing of pros and cons.

However, she didn't cry out.

Because she still remembers that when her father died, after she cried loudly, her mother beat her hard and told her not to cry. Now her mother is gone.

But she remembered.

A hand was raised to wipe the little girl's tears.

Ellie looked at her sister.

"There are so many people now, we can't cry."

"Wait until no one is around before you cry."

"I'll accompany you."

Erin lowered her voice and said.

The response from the gods just now made Erin feel a miracle.

Can……

Such a miracle did not make Eileen feel good about herself and think she was extraordinary. She still felt uncomfortable, sad, and missed her mother and those familiar people.

Of course, she wouldn't resent such a miracle.

She was very grateful for such a miracle.

Because she survived by relying on such a miracle.

So, she thought she needed to repay the favor.

Even though the god didn't need to repay her, she still thought that was what she should do.

Her mother also said that a favor must be repaid.

"Hello, are you the envoy of the Mist Crown?"

Erin asked Sivalka.

"'Mist'?"

"I have heard of His reputation."

"but I am not."

Sivalka shook his head honestly. Although he wanted to admit it, as a secret deacon, he knew very well what the consequences would be if he pretended to be a messenger of a god, especially when this god was very powerful. At its peak.

Despite his career as an undercover deacon, Sivalka has nothing to miss.

However, it made him know some knowledge that ordinary people don't know.

And immediately, Sivalka became happy.

"Excuse me, are you looking for me?"

A voice came from behind the crowd.

The superior evil spirit came out in the form of 'Simon'. It had a warm smile on its face and its eyes were full of gentleness. Anyone who looked at it would feel like a spring breeze.

Anyone who sees this ‘Simon’ will subconsciously relax.

A missionary like a textbook!

Sivalka commented like this.

It was not that Sivalka had never seen a missionary in the dark hall.

But none of them can compare with the one in front of me.

Both appearance and demeanor are too different.

When the other party came in front of him, Sivalka couldn't help but bow.

This is completely a subconscious behavior developed in the dark hall.

By the time he came to his senses, the superior evil spirit had already raised his hand and placed it on his head.

"Thank you for all you do for the church."

The words were almost the same as those of the missionaries he knew, but coming from the mouth of a superior evil spirit at this time made Sivalka feel something different.

That's sincerity!

He has never felt sincerity!

Sivalka raised her head and looked at the upper evil spirit.

The upper evil spirit pointed at the two little girls.

Sivalka immediately understood.

Then, I immediately became worried.

The Church of "Mist" values ​​Ellie and Irene so much, will anything bad happen?

Sivalka, who knew some inside stories of the secret hall, clenched her fists involuntarily.

"Don't worry."

"Don't worry."

"The Mist is created for shelter, and nothing else."

As if he knew what Sivalka was thinking, the superior evil spirit said with a smile, and then walked straight towards Irene.

A quick farewell in the evening.

It was enough for the upper evil spirits to remember this keen little girl.

Although there are still a lot of discomforts, the opponent is worth it.

Whether it's because of the opponent itself, or because it needs to open up the situation in Etantinoburg for its boss.

"Hello."

"Your Majesty the Messenger."

"I'm Erin."

The little girl pulled her sister and introduced herself.

"You can call me Simon."

"Of course, so does everyone."

According to the established plan, the superior evil spirit started his own performance.

Everything is very familiar.

Qin Ran glanced at it from a distance and stopped paying attention.

He knew that no one could do it better than the upper evil spirit.

he?

He cannot be as free as a superior evil spirit.

Every creature has its own characteristics, which Kieran will never deny, just like after having many followers, he will not do everything by himself.

What he should do is to place followers who are good at different fields in the corresponding fields.

Just like this time, he was staring at the 'God of War' and 'Ms. Disaster'.

This is what he should do.

Soldier against soldier.

Against the general.

And the king?

Of course it’s against the king!

It's just that the reactions of the 'God of War' and 'Ms. Disaster' were a bit beyond Kieran's expectations.

The two are still confronting each other.

There are no changes from before.

This situation is very strange. According to Kieran's understanding of 'gods', even if he is 'bound' and unable to move, he should express his feelings at this time.

After all, he had invaded the territory of both.

"Is there something I don't know about?"

"still……"

"They don't care about Etantinople at all?"

Kieran's thoughts began to wander.

Naturally, from Etantino, Kieran thought of Etantin VI.

The lower seventh ring is far enough away from the upper seventh ring. This is true, but up to now, no soldier has appeared, but it is strange.

Coupled with the indifference of the ‘God of War’ and ‘Ms. Disaster’.

All of this suddenly became interesting.

"Is there anything else I don't know?"

Qin Ran frowned slightly.

Unknown situations always make Kieran more cautious.

Especially when there's a bastard named 'Broker' among them.

Kieran always felt that there was something else hidden in the copy world in front of him.

"Follow the 'broker's' habits."

"As a cover-up, there must be at least two goals, one overt and one dark. The overt one is straightforward, and the dark one is that he makes others think that is his goal."

“And after that, is the real goal.”

"The target on the surface right now is 'Boll'."

"Using Bol's inference, this secret goal can be expanded to 'Mist' or even Sika City."

"So……"

"Where's the real goal?"

"Use the 'Mist' to fight for Etantinople?"

Kieran thought from the habitual perspective of a 'broker'.

Quickly, he shook his head.

It is an inevitable trend for the 'Mist' to compete for Etantinoburg. Simply put, as long as the 'broker' becomes the 'Mist', then this will inevitably happen.

etc!

Just when Qin Ran was about to put aside this idea, he suddenly thought of something.

‘Brokers’ habitually hide their true goals.

So what could be more suitable than hiding the real goal in an overt or covert goal?

Subconsciously, Kieran touched the 'Lord of the Mist' hidden close to his body.

This is a guess.

And another guess?

Naturally...Boll.

Or to be more precise, someone like 'Boll'.

What if the ‘broker’ designed another ‘springboard’?

Or maybe there is simply a hidden ‘springboard’?

Thinking of this, Qin Ran couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the old demon hunter came over.

"Etantine VI is more ruthless than he appears."

"Exactly like his ancestors."

"Whatever this guy does is not surprising."

The old demon hunter obviously misunderstood something.

However, Kieran did not explain.

"How do you plan to resettle these people?"

The old witcher continued to ask.

"The people from the 'Mist' Church will make proper arrangements. I'm not good at these things."

Qin Ran answered like this.

The old witcher nodded noncommittally.

He is an action person and is good at fighting enemies. He is also not good at arranging logistics and other things. In fact, during the heyday of the Wolf Faction, there was a dedicated person to arrange these things.

And now?

He is almost alone and cannot bear this.

At the same time, that idea appeared more strongly in his heart.

Rebuild the Wolf Faction!

Of course, the old demon hunter knows that this is a long and arduous task, and it is not just a matter of saying a few words.

At least……

He needs some Kimpton.

A safe place is also needed.

Coincidentally, these are all possessed by the Snake Faction.

"Young man, I wish we could have a talk."

"Let's talk openly and honestly."

The old demon hunter said this.

"Can."

"but not now."

Qin Ran said.

"certainly."

The old witcher grinned.

Both of them knew very well that what they needed to face next was the 'wrath' of King Attantine VI.

Although for the sake of one's own reputation, such 'retaliation' will not be fair and aboveboard, but one still needs to be prepared.

At the very least, the two old demon hunters in poor condition in the ‘Carrot’ hotel need to be relocated.

The old demon hunter and Qin Ran walked side by side.

The former is for his old friends.

Kieran?

He needed to tell Bol something.

This is the basis for cooperation between the two parties.

…

In the palace, King Attantine VI calmly waved his hand after listening to his men's report on the shanty town of Lower Seventh Ring Road.

The subordinate immediately bowed and retreated.

When the king was the only one left in the meeting hall, the other party stood up.

This king had the tall and strong figure of a Northlander. Even though his face was old, his back was still straight. He just stood in the hall, looking up at the ceiling of the meeting hall.

About a few minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps.

There is no communication.

Marquis Wharton walked in directly

"His Majesty."

Old Wharton saluted and greeted.

"Our plan failed."

King Attantine VI said bluntly.

"It's just a preliminary trial plan, it's nothing."

"Actually, seriously, we didn't fail."

"As long as this happens, we are successful."

Old Wharton said with a smile.

"Yes, as long as it happens we will be successful."

"pity……"

“You can’t accomplish all your work in one battle.”

King Atantin VI sighed with regret.

"Yeah, it's really a pity."

"Those demon hunters always show up at such untimely times."

"Your Majesty, you need me..."

"Need not."

"The witchers are not our enemies."

"On the contrary, they are our natural allies."

King Attantine VI waved his hand.

"You mean?"

Old Wharton raised his head, and when he saw the smile of Attantine VI, he immediately understood.

Afterwards, the old Wharton left the meeting hall.

Just half an hour later, a royal escort appeared outside the Carrot Hotel.

A chamberlain brought the king's decree——

"The demon hunter Colin of the 'Snake Sect' has accomplished great feats in killing evil spirits and was canonized as a baron."