"I said... this is not good. Although you saved me, I can't rely on you to live. I still need to find a job." John didn't seem to like the taste of coffee very much, and he frowned after taking the first sip. On the side, "Is there anything I can do?"
Evan said, "Don't be kidding, you're a priest!"
"In fact, this is not my only job. I also worked as a bounty hunter for half a year, working as a trickster for others in the casino, but unfortunately, I was discovered by the venue, so I stayed and watched for them for a whole year. God John spread his long legs. Although he sometimes looks a little too lively, he can still see the shadow of a good background in his every move. After a while, I originally wanted to join them, but I couldn’t keep up with the rhythm, and was politely ordered to shut up by those friends.”
Evan stared at him dumbfounded.
"Oh, it's a trial." John laughed very easily, "It's very useful. This is how I changed from a wasteful waste to a man who can earn money to support himself."
"Oh... no," Evan waved his hand, "I mean, you don't need to do any work to support yourself. The temple will not let a former priest go to the casino to cheat. And now the temple We are much richer than you were in those days, besides the government appropriation, we also have a large amount of tax-free tourism income.”
"What income?" John didn't understand.
"Tourism, Sara State has a long history, and there are many world-famous ancient buildings, especially the temple and Adorat Cemetery, which are the landmark attractions of Sara State and receive a large number of tourists every year. I heard that the light Just collecting tickets and selling souvenirs is enough to support the operation of the temple, not to mention the surrounding hotels and restaurants belonging to the temple industry.”
Evan's voice stopped suddenly at this point, and he finally remembered what the terrible history teacher taught him. The temple thousands of years ago was hailed as "the last guardian on the mainland", and it was an absolute holy place. A person who sets foot here has a heart of worship and piety.
He took a cautious look at John, thinking that he wouldn't be angry... insulting this holiness and honor for their disrespectful descendants.
"A lot of people pay to visit?"
"Yes."
"Can I still buy souvenirs?"
"Yes... yes, in fact, many old hunters will return to the temple after retirement, memorize a random introduction to the temple allusions, and serve as tour guides and explainers. Even Mr. Archbishop will appear occasionally, providing A service for taking photos with tourists."
John was dumbfounded: "God!"
Evan sighed: "I know this might be hard to take..."
"Who came up with this? It's a genius!" John pressed his finger lightly on the table to express his excitement, "In the past, the temple received worshipers and gave them free food. But they can’t let go of their airs and ask the governments of various countries to increase their appropriations, and at the end of each year, they will be at a loss for the fiscal deficit. Let me say that they should have done this long ago!”
Evan: "…"
It is conceivable that this guy must have been a bubbling sword-wielding priest in his own time.
"Then can I be a commentator?" John asked enthusiastically. "I know a lot of interesting things. Of course, according to what you said, I also need to add a little fiction. I'm also very good at making up stories!"
His beautiful green eyes seem to be shining in the sun, and his long hair tied with a ribbon hangs obediently behind him. Many passersby can't help but look back at him when they pass by. After thinking about it, Evan made a pertinent suggestion: "I think it's enough for you to put on a gown and stand at the door as a model... but until you recover from your injuries."
"It's much better." John said indifferently, "In our place, even if there is purified water to purify the corrosion on the wound, many people will die of high fever afterwards. Although your therapist is not very familiar with the therapist Great ceremony, but it seems to be very good at medicine."
"The high fever is caused by the infection of bacteria in the wound." Evan said, "Therapist Berg gave you antibiotics. If you haven't been exposed to this thing, the effect is immediate. It will immediately kill the virus and bacteria in your body." bacteria."
"Then according to what you say, can other diseases be avoided in this way?"
"Yes, although this kind of thing has been criticized by many scholars since it was used, it has indeed saved many lives."
John pondered for a while, then lowered his head, forked a small piece of attractive dessert and put it in his mouth. The slightly greasy sweetness quickly spread on the tip of his tongue and spread all the way to his mouth. heart.
In this world, he thought, there is no war, no disease, no city-states and villages shrouded in the shadow of death, the air is filled with the fragrance from various food shops, and there is no sticky blood and smell anymore. The smell of decay emerging from the swamp.
He suddenly had an illusion, as if he woke up and found that he was reborn in heaven, and he had mixed feelings in his heart.
At this moment, a burst of music suddenly came from the lobby on the first floor of the department store, attracting the attention of the few customers sitting in the open-air cafe on the second floor. The performers were highly skilled until the end of a performance , when the people around burst into applause, Evan explained: "It's almost Thanksgiving, and the mall will invite some students from the conservatory of music to perform for promotion. But the girl who plays the violin is really amazing. I dare say that she The level can go directly to the concert."
The young man sitting next to the piano took the hand of the girl playing the piano, and the two bowed to the audience together. John was applauding their performance with the crowd, but suddenly, his eyes accidentally fell on a man standing not far away, Hidden in the crowd of young girls.
Although it is affected by the oceanic climate here, the winter is not as dry and cold as other places, and it is definitely not warm. The girl is only wearing a dark long skirt, and her face is pale from the cold. Standing quietly outside the crowd, staring straight at the violinist who was bowing to everyone.
John looked at her for a while, frowning slightly.
Evan looked strangely at his friend standing up without warning: "What?"
John reached out and pressed his shoulder: "Sit down, I'll go down and have a look."
The second song played, very cheerful, the two performers cooperated seamlessly, as if every look and every movement could make each other understand what they meant, so tacit understanding... The girl in a long skirt stood outside the crowd, the whole The person seemed to have left the ground, half standing on the ice, half burned by the fire, her fingers pinched into the flesh, and even the extremely short manicured nails left a row of nail marks on the palm.
Suddenly, a person patted her on the shoulder lightly. The girl was taken aback. When she turned around, she saw a handsome man carrying a small handbag: "Miss, your things have been lost."
The man had a pair of impressive eyes, as if he could see into her soul. Her gaze shocked her, and the girl hurriedly took her bag. Without even thanking her, she hurriedly squeezed through the crowd and ran out.
"What's wrong?" Evan squeezed over, "What happened?"
John walked out of the crowd calmly, and stretched out his hand to him. Evan noticed that there was a gray disc between his fingers, shining strangely. Evan's eyes widened suddenly, and his whole body became tense. His lips were trembling, and he fumbled around tremblingly. Unfortunately, he saw this gray disc in an old picture book in the temple library: "Deep...deep..."
It seems that apart from being dizzy with blood, this unfortunate child also has the problem of stuttering when he is nervous.
"The Eye of the Abyss." John shrank his fingers, and the small disc fell into his palm, and soon evaporated like a piece of ice falling on a brazier.
The two walked out of the shopping mall one after the other, and John explained to Evan in a low voice: "I think you should have learned this in the 'Difu Classification Research'. The 'Eye of the Abyss' is actually a mark."
"I... I don't know," Evan stammered, "There is no such content in the 'Difu Classification Research', it does not belong to the modern common Difu, I just... just see it in a picture book Yes. It says it, it is a mark made by some very vicious Difu on its prey."
John raised his eyebrows: "What album?"
"..."
"Um?"
"Ancient Horror Tales," Evan said like a mosquito.
It’s not a normal person who doesn’t want to laugh at this time, but John coughed dryly and blocked it with his hand, trying to press down the corner of his mouth that was desperately upturned, in order not to hurt his extremely sensitive and timid new friend self-esteem.
"The abyss jackal likes to be full of jealousy, and it also likes to torture its prey for a long time in order to harvest more negative emotions. This hunting method will make it stronger, which is why the more crimes the abyss jackal commits, the more The reason why it is so difficult to capture.” John walked into the underground garage—he had an incredible sense of direction, and he seemed to have a very deep understanding of the intricate topography of this mall after just walking through it.
Evan opened the car door for him, John sat down, and continued: "The eyes of the abyss represent 'I watch you in the dark corner', once this kind of tracking is placed on the body, it will be caught by this cruel and greedy The thing hunts and kills until it gets the heart of its prey, as it wishes."
Evan shivered fiercely, but he quickly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said, "If you take the Eye of the Abyss from the person being targeted, then she should be fine, right? "
"No, it's not that simple. Abyssal jackals don't rely on the eyes of the abyss to locate their prey. It's just a... small prop to amplify the negative emotions in people's hearts," John said, his voice paused, "I think we Haven’t left Sara State yet?”
"Ah... um? Yes."
"Oh," John laughed silently. At this moment, his smile was not as bright as usual, probably because the light in the car was relatively dim. Evan suddenly felt that his smile had an indescribably dark and stern meaning. "Unexpectedly... there is still Difu who dares to provoke in the holy land of Sara State."
"Then...then what should we do?" Evan asked stammeringly, his throat moved, his heart was beating extremely fast, and that "Ancient Horror Stories" obviously had a great impact on his once young teenager heart. shadows.
"What do you think?" John asked with interest.
"Internship... Interns act alone and alone, yes... yes... yes... it is against the rules."
"You didn't do it alone," John said, "and I did."
"But you...you, you, you are a wounded patient." Evan said arbitrarily, "Injured patients are also forbidden to perform missions unless the therapist thinks he is cured and signs it."
John said indifferently: "Isn't there still you?"
Evan's mind was in turmoil. From his heart, he wanted to step on the accelerator and drive the car back to Mentor Gal's house, and then hand over this murderous heart-eating monster to the powerful "Golden Medals" Solved, but... that was a girl, and he himself was a graduated hunter.
"Perhaps... we should contact Instructor Gal."
"No," John said briskly, "we should contact the funeral director first, and then choose a beautiful cemetery for this lovely lady."
Evan's lips quivered and he looked like he was about to cry.
John continued his demon-level difu knowledge briefing: "The abyss jackal is a very agile animal. When it is eyeing a prey, it will generally not leave him or her for a kilometer, and if it thinks the time is ripe , then the capture can be achieved in the blink of an eye... The time from positioning to tearing open the prey’s chest and obtaining the heart will not be longer than the time it takes you to finish eating a roasted chicken leg.”
Evan swore he would never eat roasted chicken legs again.
John gestured: "Do you have that little box you can put the mail in? We should start writing letters to the undertaker..."
"No! We...we should go save her!" Evan's face was blushing, and he finally shouted this sentence.
John laughed and patted him hard on the shoulder twice: "Very good buddy, since you are so brave, go in the direction I said, and let's catch the abyss jackal!"
The word "Abyss Jackal" successfully made Evan tremble again, but fortunately, he still had enough strength to step on the accelerator.
"I will devote my life, my life and my soul, to protect all my good fellow-men, men, women, and children, from death, blood, and terror.
We slay the last beast, stop the last curse, cut the last thorn, lift the last lamp, until the last drop of blood is shed.
Never flinch, never change until death. "
Every hunter has made such an oath, and they have been passed down from generation to generation, engraved in everyone's blood.
And a new adventure is about to begin.