togophonebook Chapter 1366 Blood Moon (5)
Chapter 1366 Blood Moon (5)
Chapter 1366 Blood Moon (V)
"Bring me another bottle of wine."
Custer, who had just eaten and drunk his fill, pulled out a dagger, picked his yellow teeth with the sharp tip, and said to the waitress in a nonchalant tone, "Let's keep the accounts together."
The barmaid hesitated and turned to look at the boss standing behind the counter.
The boss's face looked very ugly, but he still nodded.
Custer chuckled, picked up the bottle of wine and walked out of the tavern drunkenly.
The tavern owner watched his back disappear and couldn't help but spit on the ground: "Bah!"
This Custer was originally just a street thug who often did dirty work such as stealing and was despised by everyone.
I didn't expect that he actually joined the Jello Brotherhood, and I was shocked.
Although the tavern owner hated Custer, he didn't dare to do anything to him.
Humming a tuneless little song, Custer walked forward along the deserted street with a swaying step.
It was already very late at night, and there were few pedestrians on the road. Only some lights were still coming from the buildings along the street. The barking of wild dogs came from the deep alleys, which sounded quite creepy.
But Lost was not afraid at all. He looked up at the moon hanging high in the night sky and raised the bottle in his hand.
call!
At this moment, a strong wind blew over, and a black mass instantly smashed the bottle in Caster's hand into pieces, and then hit his face!
Before Custer could even let out a scream, his nose and cheeks suddenly caved in, and the broken glass pierced deeply into his eyes.
The last image in the thug's sight was a rapidly spreading blood color!
He fell backwards involuntarily, his limbs twitched a few times, and bright red blood spread out from under his body.
Within a few minutes, several dark shadows sneaked out from a nearby alley.
They looked around furtively, then dragged Custer's body into the dark alley as quickly as possible!
Soon there was no sound.
This whole scene was seen clearly by Ronan who was hiding in the shadows on the street corner.
He smiled coldly, adjusted the hood on his head, and then quietly left the street.
The cold moonlight fell on the quiet long street. A few rats crawled out of the sewer. They jumped carefully and approached the bloodstains remaining on the ground.
After making sure it was safe, he began to lick greedily.
When a whale dies, all things come to life. The death of a gang member or social scum can also provide nourishment for even more lowly existences.
No one would care about Lost's disappearance!
The next morning, Ronan clocked in at the Third Police Station as usual.
Then he got good news and bad news.
The good news is that Ronan got a chance to patrol the streets alone, the bad news is that he has to patrol the streets alone today.
Old Hart, who had been taking care of Ronan, accidentally sprained his waist last night and needed to stay in bed for a few days. However, the Third Police Station is currently very short of staff and cannot arrange for anyone else to help take care of Ronan.
Therefore, Ronan can only take care of himself during today's patrol.
This would add points to his chances of becoming a regular employee.
The premise is not to make trouble.
Ronan was also allowed to carry a sword - carrying just a baton was too weak a deterrent.
"be careful."
Selina, the policewoman from the third police station, specifically reminded everyone: "If you encounter danger, blow the siren immediately. Our colleagues will come to help you. Don't try to be a hero!"
As a result, because of these few words of concern, Ronan gained the "hatred" of some of his colleagues.
Ronan shrugged helplessly: "I know."
He could feel that this beautiful policewoman treated him as the little brother next door.
In fact, whether in terms of age, appearance or temperament, Ronan now really has a bit of a younger brother's flavor.
He put on a standard cross sword and started today's patrol mission.
The patrol routes of the police officers in the police station are fixed, and Ronan has no intention of doing anything new, so he still follows the original route through the streets and alleys in the jurisdiction.
The downtown area is very lively during the day, with many people coming and going.
The hurried local residents, the muddy farmers from the countryside, the traveling merchants with big and small bags, the fierce-looking warriors...
A burly man caught Ronan's attention.
The other person was almost two meters tall, standing out from the crowd when walking on the street. He was wearing a set of old and tattered leather armor, carrying a big sword and a longbow, and holding his mount with an expressionless face.
When passers-by saw the man, they immediately avoided him.
There was contempt, disgust and fear in everyone's eyes, as if the other party was a plague that could not be infected!
Demon Hunter!
The memories of his previous life told Ronan that this man was a demon hunter who made a living by hunting monsters.
It is said that demon hunters rely on blood inheritance, and their blood is cursed by the blood moon, making it an extremely ominous existence.
Anyone who gets involved with the witcher is doomed to be in big trouble!
Therefore, demon hunters are not welcome anywhere, but they have powerful strength. Although everyone hates them, no one dares to do anything excessive.
Demon hunters are also mercenaries. When a village is attacked by monsters, they will hire demon hunters to deal with it.
But it is only limited to employment.
Ronan watched the demon hunter come to a tavern, tie his mount to the side of the road, and then walk in.
Many taverns in the countryside and cities are not only gathering places for intelligence information, but also accept and issue various tasks.
It is normal for demon hunters to go in and out of taverns.
And just as Ronan withdrew his gaze, he suddenly noticed something strange.
Ronan immediately turned his head and saw a passerby not far away from him quickly looking away.
The other person's clothes and appearance were ordinary, and he looked like a traveler carrying a bag.
Such people are common in the port city of Rand.
Ronan searched his memory, but found nothing that matched the other party's.
The question is, why did this passerby show malice towards him?
Although the other party's spying was very covert and ordinary people could not detect it at all, Ronan's perception was so sharp that he could be 100% sure that this person had strong evil intentions towards him!
Thinking quickly, Ronan immediately strode towards the passerby: "Stop!"
The traveler was startled, stopped and asked in astonishment: "Sir, are you calling me?"
He actually didn't want to confront Ronan at all, but Ronan's pace was too fast and blocked his way.
Ronan pulled out his baton and said coldly, "Show me your ID."
The traveler was even more surprised: "Sir, have I done anything wrong?"
Ronan clenched the stick in his hand and raised his voice: "I'll say it again, show me your ID!"
-
The first update is sent.
(End of this chapter)