In the early morning, the warm sunshine slowly shines, bright and dazzling.

The breeze blows, and if you don’t consider the messy Bay of Pigs, it is indeed a good weather that can make you feel happy.

Fang Yuan walked in the Bay of Pigs, and his backpack was filled with the harvest of the night.

After watching Ai Meng and his party leave, he immediately responded to the call of the Dawn Sword and launched an attack on the Dark Family, and the result was obvious.

The full backpack of spoils at this time undoubtedly illustrates his harvest.

The flames in the port have been extinguished, but the blue smoke is still struggling.

The survivors looked dull, looking at the ruins in front of them or the corpses on the ground. I don’t know who let out the first cry, and then the wailing sounded.

‘Last night, at least five hundred people died…most of them were killed by fire…’

Fang Yuan sighed silently and came to the center of the war zone.

There, the witch hunters gathered together and looked at the rows of corpses covered with white cloth on the ground, and remained silent.

‘The witch hunter's casualties were also very heavy… If Seris hadn't arrived in time, he might have been completely destroyed!’

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit solemn.

After all, these dead witch hunters are their relatives and friends.

"Today...I stand here, and I am sadly remembering these comrades..."

The sword of dawn Seris stood in front of everyone, his voice low: "Asak, Mendo, Chekov... They are all good men among the witch hunters, the partners of justice, and they are fighting to the last moment in the fight against evil, and I am proud of them!"

...

"Although evil has taken away your life, my respect, my determination, and our thoughts will be with you forever and unchanging. Rest in peace, my closest comrades!"

In the eulogy, Fang Yuan also looked solemn and stood aside.

Of course, these witch hunters died extremely miserably. Some of them could not even find the complete corpse, or they were simply swallowed by the corpse in one bite, and could only be replaced by weapons and clothing.

"But I believe that justice and light will last forever with us!"

At the end, under the leadership of Seris, all the witch hunters pulled out their weapons together: "I swear! I will protect justice and light, and fight against evil to the end!"

In the oath, many witch hunters were filled with courage and passion again, and finally diluted the sad atmosphere a little.

What happened next was just to clean up the mess, with bandages on his chest, and almost mummified Flock was carried back miserably.

But Seris did not leave, but looked at Fang Yuan thoughtfully: "Young man, what's your name?"

"Hulk! Lord!"

Fang Yuan bowed slightly, knowing that his performance last night or the traces left on the monster's corpse had successfully attracted the attention of the legendary witch hunter.

"Your swordsmanship is very good... If you have any problems in the future, you can come to the branch to ask me for advice!"

Cerris's face was cold, and he was obviously not a person who had an emotional outflow.

But just such kindness has surprised and jealous of other demon hunters.

This person is called the witch hunter. The top floor of the entire Hulin District actually looks at a rookie with admiration?

Fang Yuan immediately noticed a lot of scrutinizing eyes, some even full of jealousy.

‘This is normal. Even if the sunny organization is in it, there is a shadow in it…’

Fang Yuan didn't care about this. After thanking Serris again, he did his own thing as if nothing had happened.

Anyway, although it is a little troublesome to successfully get such a tiger skin, it will be easier to do some things after you go back.

As for the real apprenticeship? Haha...

This Seris was obviously a reserved person, but he just asked Hulk to come to ask for advice. Perhaps he had prepared a few small tests in his mind.

Unfortunately, all this was a charming look for Fang Yuan.

He is no longer inferior to the other party in his understanding of Morning Star Sword Technique, so how could he come to ask for advice? Unless he has other purposes.

Compared with that, it is better to think about how to deal with the materials obtained this time, which is more meaningful.

"Six ghoul claws, gargoyle cores, and fire-refining materials... are enough for the alchemist to take action and create a magic weapon?"

Fang Yuan was also a little obsessed with the set of "Yinliu Flying Claws" found in the library.

After all, that is a means of ranged attacks and has the ability to move quickly in complex terrains. For the witch hunter, the latter point is even more important.

...

Hulin District, black market.

"Mr. Hawke, please rest assured that your request will be met immediately. The batch of arms you ordered will be seen lying obediently in your warehouse tomorrow."

Black Jack held his beloved pipe and sucked the clouds and mists.

"This deal is very important to me, so I'll ask you everything!"

In front, a businessman stood up, bowed, and left the secret room with relief.

"Let the mad dog escort this batch of goods!"

Black Jack looked at the disappearing back of the other party, but a cunning light flashed in his eyes: "This person is the second heir of the Christine family, right? He bought so many weapons, it seems that he wanted to launch a rebellion... Let the lark contact the first heir of the Christine family, sell the news to the other party, and tell her that if the price is less than 100,000, she will pull her tongue off!"

"Abide by the order!"

Several subordinates immediately retreated respectfully.

Black Jack was stroking his beloved pipe with a satisfied look on his face.

Who doesn’t know that Black Jack has always been a good deal in business! He said he wanted to sell the other party’s arms and would definitely fulfill his promise.

Of course, as for whether this information will be leaked, it depends on the other party's sincerity.

Black Jack has confidence in this regard and will definitely squeeze out the last bit of oil and water from the other person's pocket.

"Calculate the time... the matter of Zhuwan is almost the same, right?"

Black Jack was knocking his pipe on the counter and thinking silently.

Compared to how much profit you get, this is the most deadly thing.

"But... I am not the only black market businessman who has obtained the information. Does the Demon Hunter Guild dare to uproot us?"

Black Jack thought sneered.

He knew very clearly that many black market merchants actually had figures of witch hunters behind them.

After all, no matter who makes such a big profit, you want to take a bite. Even the witch hunter is not a god who is not a worldly fireworks. He still has a family to take care of.

As long as there is demand, black market merchants will enter every way.

This huge network of relationships can definitely ensure that even if this mission fails and the losses are heavy, they will not be affected too much.

After all, the information they gave was accurate, but they just missed a little, right?

"ah!"

At this moment, a scream came from outside, causing Black Jack's pores to stand up: "Hunter, go out and see what's going on?"

"As for orders, boss!"

A tall and burly mercenary with a scar on his face nodded and walked out calmly.

As a black market businessman, Black Jack offended many people. He was able to live safely until now. In addition to observing his words and looking for a huge backer, it was because of the group of mercenaries around him.

Each of them has been selected through numerous choices, can skillfully use various guns, and is proficient in various cold weapons and fighting skills.

It’s like this hunting dog, once alone, killed ten times his fully armed enemy!

Bang bang!

Outside the house, gunfire sounds came from various fire points and gradually stopped, and everything fell into silence again.

"No...so fast..."

Old Black Jack's face was covered in cold sweat, he quickly stood up and ran to the secret room.

Behind him, a black shadow came to him with a hound that turned into a dead dog, like a demon. "Black Jack?!"

"You are... that rookie witch hunter?!"

Black Jack looked back and was even more impressed.

"I thank you for your blessing. I really received the hospitality last time!" Seeing the other party's horrified expression, Fang Yuan knew that he had not found the wrong target. He immediately stepped forward, pinched Black Jack's neck, and grabbed him off the ground.

"Give me...Give me your life!"

Without a moment, Black Jack's old face turned purple and black, and he struggled to beg for mercy.

Bang!

Just when he felt like he was about to faint, the huge force that clamped his neck relaxed, allowing him to collapse on the ground and begin to breathe violently.

Black Jack swears that he has never felt that being able to breathe freely is also a kind of happiness!

"You...how dare you? Behind me, there are several adults..."

After a few breaths, he trembled and said a few names, hoping to increase his survival rate.
To be continued...