Two hours later, Merlin and Miss Bloodstone arrived at Manhattan's Hammerhead Shark pier on time.This is a small dock that is still in operation, and it looks busy, but this is not Merlin and Elsa's destination.For 2 hours, Miss Bloodstone translates the broken text, while Merlin goes to the Trident Mansion and retrieves his Ford and car keys.So this time, he finally doesn't need to be complained about by Elsa for not having a card.Well, even though driving this ubiquitous Ford isn't particularly well-known."
We're here."
After driving all the way to the edge of the Hammerhead Shark Pier for 5 minutes, a factory that looked like it had been abandoned for a long time finally appeared in front of Merlin's eyes.He drove, slowed down, looked at the overgrown roads around him, and drove all the way into the workshop of the abandoned factory.Then, he saw the Vampire Slayer Blade, sitting on the edge of the second floor, waiting for them to arrive.The dude, who appeared as a tough guy in both appearances, has his trademark flat shovel head, he takes off his trench coat and wears only a sleeveless black combat suit, revealing the muscular muscles of his arms, and on his neck, a black, indeterminate tattoo resembling a black feathered serpent, and the same enlarged version of the tattoo on his shoulder.It looks imposing, and the first impression is that he is a real reckless.The most important thing is that the pair of sunglasses is still on his face.It makes him look like a soldier ready to go into battle.The moment he saw Merlin and Elsa open the car door, Blade grabbed the railing next to him and jumped in the air, rolled in the air once, and then landed firmly in front of Merlin's eyes."
It's punctual."
Blade waved his hand at Merlin, "Follow me, the old man is waiting for you."
He heard that a demon hunter was coming, and he cleaned up his scruffy appearance for the first time. ”"I'm looking forward to meeting your mentor too."
Elsa reached out and removed her sunglasses and hung them on her collar.She said: "A master demon hunter who lives in seclusion in North America, this news will definitely make those old demon hunters in Europe very excited. ”"No, I probably didn't make it clear before."
Blade explained as he led the way, "The old man is not a master demon hunter, and like me, he is not a halfway monk. ”"Oh?"
Merlin asked curiously, "But you are using the orthodox Bear School combat technique...""
Let the old man tell you these things."
Blade shook his head and said a little indifferently, "I'm not very interested in these things.I only know that, like me, the old man was forced to become a witcher. ”This abandoned factory occupies a large area, with several workshops connected together, making it a near-perfect hiding place.Blade led Merlin and Elsa through the labyrinthine hallways for a few minutes before arriving at their destination.After pushing open a door with an iron bar, Merlin saw an old man fiddling with some gun parts."
Whistler, Miss Elsa is here."
Blade shouted, and the old man immediately put down what he was holding, and when he turned around, he saw Elsa and Merlin.Merlin also noticed Whistler's eyes for the first time.The old man must have brought something similar to a contact eye, obscuring part of the eye deviation.But in Merlin's vision, he could clearly distinguish that the pupils of the old man's eyes were not like the round orifices of a human, but the yellow vertical pupils like animals, which looked very strange.Merlin knew that it was the after-effects of taking the mutant potion, and it was also the sign of an official witcher.At this moment of meeting Elsa, old Whistler was a little cramped, as if he was reminiscing about something.A moment later, under the watchful eyes of Merlin, Blade, and Elsa, the old man put his left hand on his chest, took a step back with his right leg, and then bowed his head and bent down in a slightly strange courtesy.And in Merlin's gaze, Elsa responds with the same courtesy.Obviously, this is how the witchers greet each other.Well, it's full of a sense of the times.The old man Whistler smiled and touched his messy beard, he took out his bear head emblem from his pocket, put it in the palm of his hand, and when he approached the griffin emblem in Elsa's hand, the two black metal emblems began to buzz slightly.This represents the identity of the two people, which was eventually confirmed."
My name is Elsa, Elsa.
Bloodstone. ”Elsa confirmed Whistler's identity, and she let down her last guard and smiled and said to the senior, "My father is Ulysses.
Bloodstone, the last generation of the Griffin School. ”"Oh, that sounds like a real big shot."
Old Whistler smiled, and said, "My heritage comes from my distant uncle...
I won't mention his name, in fact, I didn't know until my uncle died of old age, he was actually a witcher. ”"And you and Blade's legacy?"
Elsa frowned and asked, "And the mutation potion you took, without the guidance of a formal demon hunter, it would be difficult for you to survive the months-long mutation period." ”"yes."
The old hunter touched his pale hair, and he said with emotion: "Those months of suffering almost cost me my life, and I almost didn't survive.Luckily, I added something to the mutation potion, and those things eventually helped me complete my transformation and rebirth. ”"What did you add?"
Merlin asked with great interest, "Other neutralizing drugs?"
”The old hunter glanced at Merlin, he shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "Yes...
Hatred.The hatred engraved in my bones gave me hope to climb out of hell. ”"Tell us your story."
Merlin's expression became a little more serious, and he said, "I have a hunch that this is a story worth hearing." ”Beside him, Elsa nodded as well, Miss Bloodstone was interested in the legacy of Whistler Sr. and Blade.In fact, she is interested in all demon-hunting inheritances outside of the Griffin School."
Hehe, this is a story from a long time ago."
Old Whistler held out his hand and motioned for Merlin and Elsa to sit on the old couch beside him, and he turned to pour himself a glass of water, and then lit a cigarette.Under Elsa's gaze, the old man spat out a smoke ring, and he told his story leisurely."
I was born in...
Uh, it looks like 1798, right?
I have forgotten the exact time...
It's really bad that people get forgetful if they live too long. ”"My parents were immigrants from Russia, and so was my uncle the witcher.Of course, I suspect that he is not actually my uncle, but my great-grandfather's brother or cousin, witchers can live a long time, and they know how to hide. ”Playing with his bear's head emblem, Whistler Sr. said, "I remember my uncle as an old-fashioned, silent man, who never married and had no children, and who spent the last ten years of his life with me.I remember that a week before he died, he took me on a hunting trip...
His body was tough, and his death came too suddenly. ”"At that time, the people in the village said that my uncle was hit and killed by a mad bison, but I knew, no!
I saw with my own eyes the gray-haired uncle rushing out of the village with two swords, and...
He never came back. ”The old man said calmly: "At that time, the North American continent was much more chaotic than now, and the Indians liked to engage in some sacrifices and rituals of gods and ghosts, which would always alarm some things that they could not solve. ”"My uncle died at the hands of a startled thunderbird.He fought the horrible thing in the mountains for hours, and he could not win, and the ferocious beast was wounded and fled back into the wilderness, and the whole village was saved, at the cost of my uncle's little half of his body being torn apart. ”"Thunderbird," Merlin knew of the beast.In the book "Where Are the Magical Creatures", the Great Wizard of Newt has a detailed account of the Thunderbird, an extremely dangerous magical creature that, when provoked, is still destructive to ordinary dragons.It seems that Whistler's uncle is not as obscure as he says, at least, ordinary witchers can't fight the enraged Thunderbird head-on."
He's a warrior."
Elsa whispered, "He followed the witcher's oath. ”"Well, yes."
The old hunter took a sip of water, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and said, "He didn't tell me anything about the witcher until he died, and he had no intention of leaving the legacy behind.But it happened so suddenly that my uncle didn't even have time to destroy his notes.When I was collecting his belongings, I found those things...
Of course, in the beginning, I just thought of it as a ghost-drawn bun of boredom. ”"Until...
Until a wandering vampire broke into my house. ”Whistler's tone became a little lower.He seemed to recall the events of 200 years ago, and after a few seconds, he continued: "At that time, my wife and I had a daughter and a son, although we lived poorly, but in those days, poverty was only a common phenomenon, and everyone was not doing well, but we still tried our best to help those in need. ”"That day, my wife found a man lying unconscious on the ground outside the farm, and my son and I carried him back to the house.We thought it was someone in need.In the middle of the night, he woke up...
He politely thanked us, and...""
He tore my wife's neck in front of me and gulped her blood."
The old hunter's tone was calm, as if he were telling someone else's story, but his clenched fingers meant that even if 200 years had passed, the tragedy of the past was still vivid."
He sucked my wife's blood dry and then grabbed my son and daughter, that bastard, he was like a joke, he forced me to make a choice.He asked me to decide which of my loved ones died...
The other one will survive. ”"That night was the longest night of my life, and by the time the sun rose again, my heart was dead.""
I held my little daughter and sat next to the corpse of my family for 3 whole days, and then I went crazy and dug out the things that my uncle left behind, and...
I became a witcher. ”Whistler shrugged, "I spent almost 15 years learning that knowledge, and with the help of a wizard who happened to pass by the village, I made a mutation potion, and then I carried the two swords left by my uncle and searched the land for the vampire who ruined my life. ”"Did you find it, then?"
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Elsa, who also clenched her fists, asked, "Have you taken revenge?"
”"Hmm."
It was only then that a smile appeared on Whistler's face, and he said, "63 years!
I searched for it for 63 years, and finally cut off its head with a silver sword left by my uncle in the desert outside Las Vegas.When the ashes were sprinkled in the sky, it was the most beautiful flame I had ever seen. ”"And what about your daughter?"
Merlin was concerned with another question: "Or, is your family still around?"
”"Where do I have a family?"
Whistler waved his hand helplessly, and said, "My Albert also saw her mother and brother die, do you think that after such a thing, a girl can still grow up like an ordinary person?"
”"You mean, your daughter became a witch too?"
Merlin said, "She's still alive?"
”"Well, the last time I was in contact with my Albert was 30 years ago."
The old hunter said, "You see, Lord Merlin, the longer you live, the weaker the affection becomes.And mutation potions are not a good thing, they give us transcendent bodies and take away some of our things. ”The old hunter's finger moved, and he said, "I have lost my 'mercy' and become a madman desperate for revenge.And my poor daughter...
Lost her 'feelings' and became a cold huntress. ”"You didn't tell me these things."
The blade, who was leaning on the side, suddenly spoke, "You said the other day that you were leaving...
You're actually going to find your daughter, right?
”"I'm dying."
Old Whistler said calmly to his only disciple in his life, "I was injured when I was chasing that vampire.Potions are not omnipotent, every time they are drunk, they accumulate in the body, and in recent years, I have been feeling myself getting weaker and weaker, and maybe soon, I will come to an end of my life. ”"Erik, I just don't want to leave with regrets.""
I'll go with you when the New York affair is over."
Blade said in an undeniable voice, "The monsters of all North America want your head, and I can't just let an old man who walks lame go alone." ”"Whatever you want."
Old Whistler shrugged, he looked back at Elsa and Merlin, and he said, "Look, this is an old man's story." ”"A nice story."
Merlin said: "After 200 years of grievances and hatreds, this trip is worth it. ”"I'm more curious, is there really a girl who chooses the Bear School inheritance?"
Elsa said in disbelief: "I heard my mother say that the vast majority of female witchers are cat schools, snake schools, and some will choose griffins, and there are very few flying lions with poison...
Bear, that triggers a muscle curse to proliferate, turning into a hulky...""
Who told you that my Albert is a Bear School witcher?"
Old Whistler shook his head, and said, "Albert is not a Bear School, Miss Elsa, she is a Cat School witcher. ”"How is this possible?"
Elsa suddenly let out an exclamation, and she said, "Your uncle is a witcher of the Bear School, no matter how powerful he is, he can't get the inheritance of the Cat School!"
”"Albert's Witcher Legacy didn't come from me."
Whistler waved his hand and said, "Albert's legacy comes from another witcher. ”"Who?"
Elsa asked, "Are there any other witchers on the North American continent besides the three of you?"
”"Yes!"
Whistler hesitated for a moment, he looked at Elsa, and he said, "You've definitely heard of that person."
He called...""
Geralt of Livia, or Geralt the White Wolf
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