Remnant Blood Player

Joa opened her eyes sharply.

　　 The news that Doss quit the script awakened her in a dream.

　　 Cohen, who was sitting across from her, was reading. He raised his eyes and said, "What's wrong with Ms. Joya?"

　　 "It's okay..."

　　 Qiaoya gently shook his head, and rolled his eyes out of the window, staring at the distant mountain col. After a long silence, he said, "I had a nightmare."

　　 "Oh~ the magical Joya will also be awakened by nightmares. If it is not suggested, what dream do I want to hear?" Cohen closed the book and smiled at Joya.

　　 Joea was expressionless, "I dreamed that my companion was killed by an ant."

　　 Cohen frowned and said with a light smile: "Then this is not a nightmare, it should be a dream full of comedy atmosphere, of course, I regret your companion's experience in the dream."

　　 "Yes...it is indeed a comedy, an incredible comedy." Qiaoya whispered, looked out the window again, and asked, "Mr. Cohen, are you sure we need three more days to get to Corville?"

"I'm sure, I'm also sure that if there were no **** sea fog and robbers, it would only take 24 hours to arrive, but now we can only sit in a crowded carriage, but fortunately the one sitting across from me is a beautiful lady. It made this boring journey full of fun."

　　 "Thank you for the praise..."

　　 Suddenly Cohen straightened his body, coughed slightly, and said solemnly: "Miss Qiaoya, don't you think about it..."

　　 "I am not interested in old men."

　　 "Uh..." Cohen raised his eyebrows awkwardly, lowered his head and picked up the book to continue reading.

　　……

　　 Folia District, on the north side of Xianghua Street, there is an inconspicuous two-story building. Inside, dozens of people in black are standing upright in the two-story corridor.

　　In the meeting room on the second floor, three men sit around a round table.

　　 A gangster with a scarf and a cigar, a government official with a black top hat and formal attire, and an old-looking church agent in a church uniform.

　　 The atmosphere at this moment is extremely depressing, and the gangsters standing around the wall are nervous and afraid to move.

　　 "So let me summarize."

The old-faced church agent glanced at the two people sitting at a table with him, and said: "A man who did not know where he appeared, bloodbathed Heatherton, attacked the Happy House, and beheaded the Happy House. '’S signature night demon, killed Mr. Hawthorne in full view, together with a grocery store owner living in the suburbs, made a raid in the slave market, and robbed four slaves, severely wounded many senior government officials and businessmen, and Driving a carriage on the street caused a chaos. These are the big things he has done, not the small things."

The black top hat said: "Bishop Lawrence, let me remind you that he has also secretly entered Mr. Philip's house. Perhaps he was responsible for the killing of the Philip family, and a church attendant during the auction was mysterious after chasing him. The disappearance, we have reason to suspect that the dedicated staff member may have been killed."

　　 Lawrence nodded slightly. If Li Nuo was asked to see him and knew that the old man was Lawrence, the agent of the healing church, he might be scared to pee on the spot.

　　 "Mr. Millwall, the person on duty you mentioned is Doss, who is Cohen's subordinate. I heard Cohn mention that Doss once said that this murderer is a demon hunter." Lawrence said.

　　 Millwall smiled contemptuously: "The Demon Hunter? A species that disappeared a hundred years ago? How is this possible?"

　　 The gangster who had been silent for a long time interrupted, "Maybe it's true."

　　 Then he hooked his finger at his hand, and the person standing next to him put the three rolls of paper in his hand on the table and spread it out.

The big man smoked his cigar and said unhurriedly: "These three wanted orders are for the mask butcher, the true appearance of the mask butcher, and one of his associates, an inventor who appeared out of thin air in the Nanjiexiang District. The unity of the people is characterized by the appearance of an Oriental, and they have all contacted Philip. The true face of the masked butcher was provided by the duty officer Doss. In this regard, several of my men who were in charge of watching the casino at the auction also I am sure I have seen this person, so I have reason to believe that what Doss said is true."

　　He paused and continued: "Through inquiries, the true appearance of this masked butcher appeared in the Nanjiexiang District. He lives at No.15 Emir Street, which is the old house of the dead Philip."

　　 The big man snapped his fingers and opened the door. A woman was brought in. She looked terrified like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

　　 A subordinate picked up Li Nuo's non-masked reward order, and said coldly: "About this person, repeat everything you know."

The woman stared at the reward order and glanced at her, panicked: "He...he used to live in the old house of Mr. Philip's house... I saw this man kill a demon spirit in that room... We have commissioned him. Although he did almost nothing, the commission he asked for was very special, it was a Gwent brand..."

　　 The boss interrupted: "Madam, please tell me about his eyes."

　　 "Eyes..." The woman thought for a moment, and then said: "Amber pupils, like the eyes of a snake...It's scary."

The big man waved his hand gently, and the woman was taken out. He put his hands together on the table, staring at the other two at the table, and said: "A demon hunter who has disappeared for a hundred years, wears a mask and makes trouble everywhere. How did you get in touch with Philip, kill our Mr. Hawthorne, collect Gwent cards in a planned way, and finally make an auction. Don’t you think these things are too confusing? If he wants to go to the auction, why do you harm Hawthorne? Sir? Why did you contact Philip? And the grocery store owner, who has been in Novigrad for many years, why did he choose this auction to make trouble?"

　　 "What the **** are you talking about, Mr. Tillas." Millwall looked at him dissatisfied.

Lawrence said: "I think he is saying that anything that seems chaotic has another purpose. Maybe there are forces behind this person that we can't detect, or maybe everything he does is for something hidden under the water. , But for such a big incident, the truth behind it must be detrimental to us, so he cannot be treated as an ordinary wanted criminal."

　　 Tillas kowtowed, "So I think we must speed up and do everything possible to catch this man and his accomplices."

　　Millwall gave a white glance, "No matter what he wants to do, this matter has already affected the face of the nobles. We will notify all the allies of the reward, even if you don't tell us, we will speed up."

Lawrence said: "If Mr. Philip's family's extinction is related to him, then the church must also find him and ask something, but..." Lawrence paused hesitantly, and said: "What if he escapes to Corvill? The imperial wanted order. It is invalid in that neutral country, and the scope of the church cannot reach there."

Tillas sneered and said: "Please rest assured, I will announce their new bounty to the black market. This is also the reason for inviting two people over. I need two capital injections, especially Mr. Millwall. People say something nice, if the money is not enough, no one will take the risk."

　　Millwall's face changed, "You want to issue a Class B reward?"

　　 "No..." Tillas was silent, his eyes suddenly cold, "For the sake of Mr. Hawthorne, and for the face of the upper class, I will issue A grade! A million rewards!"

　　 The so-called underground world of the black market, like the real dark web, is a world full of danger and death.

　　 But for five full years, there has not been a million-level reward on the black market, so this is a shock to everyone present.

　　 "Please don't make a fuss. A-level rewards are for war criminals." Millwall warned.

　　 "If there are unknown forces behind this person, I don't think A rank is too much." Lawrence said.

　　Millwall frowned, and sighed: "Since Bishop Lawrence has said so, I will ask the above for instructions. After all, there is too much money involved, and some processes must be followed."

Tillas kowtowed with satisfaction, "Since the two agree, I will immediately have someone draw up a new reward. The Mask Butcher and his fellow inventor, Mr. Inventor, once the news comes out, even Coville will receive it within five days. To the wanted order."

　　At this time, Millwall said, "But I have a request."

"please say."

"When my brother was at the auction, a guy put a bomb in his mouth. Although he was not dead, he could not eat and speak, and he almost became a useless person. So I asked, the murderer named Baikal Punk Must also be rewarded!"