The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At Gwendelin, he didn't find any valuable clues. Siris was still missing. In fact, not only did he have no clues, but he was more confused. It was not just Siris' true identity. He noticed that the figure appeared in Yilu Xier, it was not the dragonborn, and the man in black robes reminded him of Frid. Regardless of whether it was or not, a figure that suddenly appeared in Irushiel was worth noting.

Most of the houses in this city have been abandoned, and the exquisite buildings have been covered with dust. Zelin stood where the shadow had disappeared just now, looking around, trying to find where the shadow had gone next.

"Ahem."

A soft cough came from the window of the house next to the demon hunter. Zelin looked for the sound and turned his head, only to see Frid's figure flashing past by the one-story shutters of a two-story building on the side of the road.

"Fred?" Zelin frowned slightly. After two seconds, he sighed and walked to the door.

Without thinking about it, he could guess what Frid came to him to say to him.

"Fred." Zelin opened the door, and the stale dust smell came over his face. The moment the door was pushed open, he happened to see the back of the nun walking up the second floor along the stairs. "What are you doing?"

After looking back at the street outside and making sure that no one else saw him, he closed the door and walked to the stairs.

Outside the street, when Zelin turned his head, the Dragon Yi who hid behind the wall at the corner of the street caressed his chest and exhaled a long breath.

Then she frowned slightly. "What is he doing? So vigilant?"

The stairs were under the boots of the demon hunter. With the sound of footsteps, there was a rhythmic squeak. There was nothing left in this house, and the furniture had long been turned into pieces of wood and scattered all over the floor. There was no furniture obstructing his vision. As soon as he walked to the second floor, Zelin saw Frid sitting cross-legged on an old carved wooden chair. The nun nodded at Zelin's appearance, then raised her head slightly to signal Zelin to sit on the chair opposite to her.

Zelin raised his eyebrows. "What is this going to do again, Frid?" As he said, he sat down on the chair. "I've said that it's better to say something straightforward. Too much suspicion and thought will only make the originally simple things more complicated."

"I will tell you." Frid murmured.

When Zelin just sat down, he noticed that under the nun’s robe, Frid showed a half of her bare feet and slightly circled her toes, as if she was making some major determination. She raised her head, and her gray hair was running along the corners of the hood. Shed out.

"You don't need to look for that Darkmoon Knight anymore, Siris, I killed her."

Chapter 1433 The Roar of Irushiel

The cold wind that Irushiel almost never blows whizzed past the blinds.

Zelin sat on the wooden chair and looked at Frid in front of him. His eyes ranged from the nun's bare feet to the lowered brim of the hat, and his sharp eyes seemed to see through the nun's dress of Frid. He didn't say a word, and Frid didn't say a word either. She just sat silently on the chair, and the Geman sickle that Zelin gave her as a gift turned into a long sword. De's thighs close together.

The dust lay quietly on the decayed wooden floor, pressed tightly on the ground by the solidified air, unable to move. They sat face to face like this, Zelin stared straight at Frid. The nun’s cheek was mostly blocked by the hood, making it difficult to see whether she was facing the demon hunter’s gaze, or she was hiding her head. .

"When?"

The calm voice of the Demon Hunter broke the silence, his voice was so unreal that Frid did not react for the first time.

The nun slowly raised her head, revealing her black pupils under her hood. Ze Lin pursed his mouth and asked again.

"I said, when? A year ago? When I lost contact with Hillis"

"That's right, your world a year ago, when the last remaining ash just woke up." Frid averted his gaze. "She is the sword of the dark moon, and my sister is a member of the Longdalhe church. She accepted the order to hunt down Yulia. I couldn't let her succeed, so I killed her and threw her body in an underground prison. That's it."

"And you tell me this?"

"I can't ask for your forgiveness. I accepted your weapon, accepted the flame you gave, and then killed the knight who worked for you, but I will never turn my sword against you." Freid whispered. "What you have to do in this world is over. I beg you to kill me, take revenge for Hillis, and then leave."

As she said, she held the long sword in both hands, lowered her head, raised the blade above her head, and handed it to the demon hunter.

Zelin sighed, pushed aside the chair and stood up, lowered his head to look at Frid.

"This is your decision? You just repay me like this?" Zelin asked with a slight joking in his voice, raising the corner of his mouth slightly. "I give you flames, give you gifts, and provide you with a place of refuge, but Rondoll's way of repaying people is really special."

He stretched out his hand, held the hilt of the long sword, and held the sword in his hand.

Seeing Zelin picking up the weapon, Frid still did not raise her head, and she did not make any rebuttal to Zelin's words. She took off the hood on her forehead, and her gray hair spread out with the movement, hanging behind her shoulders. She pulled the cord button on the back of the nun’s dress, and the dress slid down slightly, revealing the white hair covered. Neck and white shoulders.

Zelin threw the blade back casually. The long sword drew an arc in mid-air, turned a few times and plunged into the oil painting hanging on the wall.

"I asked you to bring her body over. You killed her. Only you know where her body is."

"I can't do it."

"This is my request."

"Her body is in shreds." Frid turned her head. "Nowhere."

"Then you can find them all one by one, head, hands, legs, body, everything." Zelin walked in front of Frid in two steps, bending his forehead almost to touch Frid's cheek. "No one is left."

"I can't do it."

"Yes, you can't do it because you are lying to me." Zelin stretched out a finger and calmly said to Frid. "I just said something casually a year ago, and you took it seriously. Half a year ago, I also summoned the spirit body of Siris to go to the battlefield hospital to protect my two doctor friends."

"That's what I remembered wrong..."

"This is how you persuade me to leave? You are still lying to me." Zelin said, he snorted, and then sat back on the chair. Leaning forward, staring at the nun tightly. "I'm very angry, yes, honestly, I rarely get angry. You are the first one in this year. Frid, I'm very surprised, is there something? Need you to lie to me like this to hide it, and you won’t tell me the truth? Am I so untrustworthy? Or do you think I am an unreasonable guy? This is not a funny joke. You might believe it. You would rather die than tell me what happened?"

Zelin originally thought that Frid might simply want to let himself go, but it doesn't seem to be the case now. Of course he will leave. After finding Hezer, confirming the safety of Siris, and inquiring about the arrival of those friends, he has no reason to stay. But if you want him to leave, you don't need to use this method at all.

The demon hunter took a deep breath and looked at Frid. Frid still bowed his head, sitting on the chair, the special nun dress had already slipped down his shoulders.

Zelin sighed helplessly.

"Isn't it cold?"

"The ashes are unconscious."

"You have a small and beautiful tongue, but you use it in the area you are least good at. I said, you should talk to other people more in the castle, at least you know how to lie. Ash has no consciousness. , But you do, because I personally gave you the flame." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why? Am I so unreliable?"

"I beg you to leave." Frid murmured. "I can't lie to you, but I beg you to leave. When the matter is over, I will personally plead with you. No matter how you intend to treat me, I will not complain."

"I will not leave, Frid." Zelin shook his head. "I really want to know what on earth is it that can make you deceive me like this, twice and three times to persuade me to leave, even at the expense of my own life. I will figure it out."

Frid was silent, and pulled the collar that was about to slide down the smooth arm.

"I won't face you with swords, can you promise me that you will leave if you find the knight named Siris?"

"No, Frid, I won't let you go until I explain it clearly." Zelin replied seriously. "Even if this is Irushiel, the city of the Dark Moon God."

Frid's figure suddenly dimmed, but Zelin had been prepared for a while, and he slammed forward, as if his hand had already been pressed on Frid's shoulder. He felt he had grasped something, something to break free, but he yanked back abruptly. Frid was dragged by him and lost his balance, and fell back to the ground. A crack in her nun's uniform was torn open, almost unable to stop her naked upper and lower body linen swordsman trousers.

The nun subconsciously wanted to fight back, but she hesitated with her raised hand in the air. The black flame in her hand disappeared after a flash, and Zelin took the opportunity to hold her shoulder.

"I caught you!"

"You...what are you doing?"

Suddenly, the dull voice of Dragonborn came from the stairs. Zelin turned his head in surprise, just to meet Shang Genia's eyes widened in shock.

But what Zelin didn't notice was that Frid, who was pressed on the ground, pressed her thin lips, as if she was making some determination, she opened her mouth slightly and let out a stiff moan.

The imitation is stiff, but it is enough.

A few seconds later, a loud roar echoed through the streets of Irushiel, and then calm again.