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After the other party's last ambiguous words, Ye Qi couldn't help narrowing his eyes staring at the other party's back—he was too familiar with the Holy See's style of doing things. Nothing has changed for hundreds of years.
Are you sending someone to get rid of me secretly? Or give me another blow
Ye Qi tapped his index finger rhythmically on the small table—to destroy a person, there are many other methods besides pure physical destruction, which can achieve the same or even better results—to slander the other party’s reputation, Kill the other party's relatives and friends, steal the merits that the other party deserves...
Holy See!
Ye Qi, who was in deep thought, silently read the two words in his heart, and slightly clenched his hands on Yan Mo...
…
Tallinn, which has a distinct four-season climate, has become cold after autumn. Even though the cleaning staff cleaned it carefully, the dead branches and leaves continued to fall. Walking on Fisher Street, where he had been away for a long time, feeling the continuous creaking sound of dead branches and fallen leaves under his feet, Ye Qi, carrying a satchel, walked towards Papa's Bar with a smile on his face.
Glancing at the old and slightly dilapidated signboard of Papa's Bar for several years, Ye Qi felt a warm current flash in his heart—the test of the apostles, the attack on the ranger camp, the recruitment of the Holy See... all became insignificant at this moment.
"Ye?!" The security guard has a good memory. Seeing Ye Qi standing at the door, he was slightly taken aback, and immediately greeted him warmly: "The boss and Mr. John are both on the second floor!"
Nodding friendly to the security guard, Ye Qi quickly walked up to the second floor. As before, the two strong black men still stood there like door gods, and they didn't even look at Ye Qi who appeared again.
The noisy noise behind the door is still there, and the demon hunters in Tallinn have gradually forgotten Ye Qi who has been away for nearly eight months; The bad Tad was burnt to ashes; time is the best medicine for forgetting, and in some respects, there is nothing wrong with it—so, after the demon hunters just looked at Ye Qi, they started talking again. Only the profiteer behind the bar and John lying on the bar trembled slightly.
"Ye, welcome home!" John's hug made Ye Qi's physique as high as 2o feel suffocated; he patted the opponent's back vigorously several times, and Ye Qi looked at the opponent's cowboy hat and said with a smile: "My How about a gift?"
"Very good!" John pulled the brim of his hat with a smile - this cowboy hat is already one of his most precious things, even if the season does not match, he still wears it; when it comes to gifts, the profiteer is obviously dissatisfied: "Why does this guy What I got is a special cowboy hat handmade by Shaker? But mine are two pairs of socks, especially because they are changed from season to season. You know, I also gave you a Midwinter gift... "
Amidst the dissatisfied nagging of profiteers, Ye Qi followed John into the other's room, which was simpler than the prison cell in the Tower of Thorns. Sitting on the bed in the room, Ye Qi held the hot coffee brought by John, sipped the aroma of the coffee, and slowly told the story of the parting...
In the motel, after a long journey, Ye Qi immediately fell asleep after taking a hot bath; while John, who had been lying down before, quietly left the room and returned to the second floor of Papa's Bar .
"Today's extra gift!" After the profiteer who had been waiting for a long time handed over a glass of beer, he took out a bag of potato chips and put it on the bar; after pouring himself a glass of beer, the profiteer took a sip and said: "The Holy See has It was released that Ye and the witch cooperated to hunt and kill the deacon in black; but the guy in the headquarters is not bad, and at the same time released a lot of mixed news, confusing the public; this time the Holy See will definitely not be able to completely black out Ye; of course , some gossip is unavoidable!"
"Holy See, these bastards!" John cursed bluntly; he grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth, mumbled, "Why don't they and their gods die? A bunch of hypocritical bitches Raised! Back then..."
"Back then? That was a long time ago! You should have forgotten it long ago!" The profiteer snatched the potato chips: "Now one of us is a demon hunter who can't be high enough or low enough, and the other is an area The head of the witcher branch..."
"That's right, that's right! And he's the head of a profiteer who is getting more and more stingy!"
"That's better than some very clumsy witcher who doesn't pay back his debts... Bastard, save me some potato chips!"
…
Ye Qi put the written letter in an envelope—the female cavalry captain who refused to communicate electronically would send him letters on time, telling all the trivial things around him; and Ye Qi could only follow the rules, , Just send a reply letter, basically once every half a month, and this letter in hand is already the seventh correspondence between them.
Every letter from the female cavalry commander is very simple. The letter just now mentioned that she won the championship of this year's Demon Hunter Headquarters Competition; although he knew that this competition was limited to apostle-level personnel, Ye Qi still sent his congratulations in his reply The other party's performance, and expressed regret for not being able to spend time with the other party during the moon celebration.
He got up and went downstairs, and put the envelope into the locked mailbox next to the hotel counter—the postman would come regularly every day to pick up the letters; Ye Qi greeted the boss behind the counter with a smile, and walked towards Papa's Bar.
In the past three months, Ye Qi has almost maintained the standard of about two tasks a week; even though most of them are c-, d+ tasks, but for Ye Qi who is financially distressed and wants to reach the 11th level goal But it couldn't be better - not only can get enough living expenses and a certain amount of experience, even though the experience is not much, but Ye Qi, who has avoided the danger of high-level tasks, feels quite satisfied.
As Ye Qi entered Papa's Bar, the noisy demon hunters around couldn't help but pause, and then resumed their previous enthusiasm—Ye Qi, who returned to Tallinn, became famous again, the witch's lover, the Holy See's The arbitrator, etc., coupled with the title of this year's apostle Xi Sheng, is enough to make the demon hunters recall Ye Qi's "brilliance" at that time, and they are even more penetrating.
Even if he didn't need to inquire, Ye Qi could still guess what the demon hunters around him were talking about—it was nothing more than some fictitious affairs between him and the witch, and the cold-blooded killing of priests and deacons in black in the Holy See. Unrecognizable story.
If there is anything that annoys Ye Qi during the relatively leisurely and satisfying three months, then the slander against him released by the Holy See is definitely the first one—of course, he wonders why the Holy See only uses such "mild" methods. I also had doubts, but I could only be vigilant secretly when I thought for a long time but failed.
The demon hunter's strange, envious or admiring eyes kept scanning Ye Qi back and forth when he entered the second floor of the bar; even if Ye Qi didn't want to pay attention, he still felt unnatural.
"Sage of Love, are you here to pick up the mission again?" The profiteer behind the counter teased Ye Qi—since Ye Qi's changed beyond recognition story was spread, it has become a must for him every time he sees Ye Qi There are few entertainment activities; every time seeing Ye Qi helpless, the profiteer feels very comfortable: "There are many tasks here that are suitable for a big man like 'you'?"
"Wait!" Ye Qi, who was just about to accept the task, took out his vibrating mobile phone, looked at the names on it and couldn't help but pick it up and asked, "Is there something wrong with Datong?"