Two hours later, Merlin and Miss Bloodstone arrived at the Hammerhead Shark Pier in Manhattan on time.

This is a small dock that is still operating, and it looks busy, but it is not the destination of Merlin and Elsa.

During these two hours, Miss Bloodstone was translating the broken text, while Merlin went to the Trident Building and got his Ford and car keys back. So this time, he finally didn't need to be criticized by Elsa for having no sign.

Well, even though I drive this Ford that can be seen everywhere, it is not particularly well-known.

“We’re here.”

After driving along the Hammerhead Shark Pier and heading to the edge for 5 minutes, a factory that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time finally appeared in front of Merlin.

He drove the car, slowed down, and looked at the weedy roads around him and drove all the way into the workshop of the abandoned factory.

Then he saw the vampire hunter blade sitting on the edge of the second floor, waiting for their arrival.

The guy who appeared in a tough guy posture both times had his signature flat shovel head. He took off his cool windbreaker and wore only a sleeveless black combat uniform, revealing the strong muscles on his arms, and a black, unspecified tattoo on his neck, similar to a black feathered snake-like tattoo, and the same enlarged tattoo on his shoulders.

He looks full of momentum, but his first impression is that he is a real reckless person.

The most important thing is that the pair of sunglasses were still worn on his face, making him look like a soldier who was ready to go to the battlefield at any time.

The moment she saw Merlin and Elsa open the car door, the blade grabbed the railing next to her and jumped up in the air, rolled in the air once, and then landed steadily in front of Merlin.

"It's quite punctual."

The blade waved at Merlin:

"Come with me, the old man is waiting for you. He heard that a witch hunter was coming, and he even cleaned up his sloppy appearance for the first time."

"I'm looking forward to seeing your mentor, too."

Elsa reached out her hand, took off her sunglasses, and hung them on her collar. She said:

"If this news spreads, it will definitely make the old demon hunters in Europe very excited."

"No, I may not have made it clear before."

While leading the way, Blade explained:

"The old man is not a demon hunter. Like me, he is not a demon hunter who became a monk halfway through."

"oh?"

Merlin asked curiously:

"But you are using the orthodox Xiong School combat skills"

"Let the old man tell you these things."

Blade shook his head and said in a little cold manner:

"I'm not very interested in these things. I only know that, like me, the old man was forced to become a witch hunter."

This abandoned factory covers a large area, and several workshops are connected together, making it a nearly perfect hiding place.

Blade led Merlin and Elsa to walk in the maze-like corridor for a few minutes before reaching their destination. After pushing open an iron fence door, Merlin saw an old man fiddling with some parts of the gun.

"Whistler, Ms. Elsa is here."

Blade shouted, and the old man immediately put down what he had in his hand. He turned around and saw Elsa and Merlin.

Merlin also noticed Whistler's eyes as soon as possible.

This old man must have brought something similar to invisible eyes, which covered part of his eyes with changes.

But in Meilin's spiritual vision, he could clearly tell that the old man's pupils were not like human round holes, but the animal-like yellow vertical pupils, which looked particularly strange.

Merlin knew that it was a sequelae of taking mutant potions and a sign of the official witch hunter.

At the moment when meeting Elsa, Old Whistler was a little embarrassed, as if he was recalling something.

A moment later, under the gaze of Merlin, Blade and Elsa, the old man placed his left hand on his chest, took a step back slightly with his right leg, then bowed his head and bent down, and made a slightly strange etiquette.

And in Merlin's gaze, Elsa responded with the same manner.

Obviously, this is the way witch hunters say hello.

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 and put it in the palm of his hand. 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 and is eventually confirmed.

"My name is Elsa, Elsa Bloodstone."

Elsa confirmed Whistler's identity, and she put down her last warning, smiled and took the initiative to say to the senior:

"My father is Ulysses Bloodstone, the previous generation of the Griffon School."

"Oh, that sounds like a real big shot."

Old Whistler smiled and said:

"I won't say my inheritance from my distant uncle's name. In fact, I don't know until my uncle died of old age. He was actually a witch hunter."

"Then the inheritance between you and Blade?"

Elsa frowned and asked:

"And the mutation potion you took. Without the official guidance of the witcher, it would be difficult for you to survive the mutation period that lasted for several months."

"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. Fortunately, I added something to the mutant potion, and those things, which finally helped me complete my transformation and rebirth."

"What did you add?"

Merlin asked enthusiastically:

“Are other neutralizing drugs?”

The old hunter glanced at Merlin, shook his head and said in a low voice:

"It's hatred. The hatred engraved in my bones gives me hope to climb out of hell."

"Tell us your story."

Merlin's expression became more serious, he said:

"I have a hunch, this is a story worth listening to."

Beside him, Elsa nodded, and Miss Bloodstone was very interested in the inheritance of Old Whistler and Blade. In fact, she was very interested in all demon hunting inheritances outside the Griffin School.

"Haha, this is a long-standing story."

Old Whistler reached out and signaled Merlin and Elsa to sit on the old sofa aside. He turned around and poured himself a glass of water, then lit a cigarette.

Under Elsa's gaze, the old man vomited a smoke ring and he slowly told his own story.

"I was born in uh, it seems to be in 1798? I have forgotten that people will forget if they live too long. This is really bad."

"My parents are immigrants from Russia, and so are my uncles of the witch hunter. Of course, I suspect that he is not my uncle, but my great-grandfather's younger brother or cousin. The witch hunter can live for a long time, and they all know how to hide."

Old Whistler played with his bear head emblem, he said:

"In my memory, my uncle was a simplistic and silent man. He never got married and had no children. I spent the last ten years of his life with him. I still remember that the week before his death he took me to hunt him. His body was very strong, and his death came too suddenly."

"At that time, people in the village said that my uncle was killed by a crazy bison, but I knew, no! I saw my white-haired uncle rushing out of the village with two swords, and then he never came back."

The old man said calmly:

"The North American continent was much more chaotic at that time than it is now. Indians like to hold sacrifices and rituals, which would always alarm some things that they could not solve."

"My uncle died in the hands of a shocked thunderbird. He fought the terrifying thing in the mountains for several hours, but he couldn't win. The fierce beast was injured and fled back to the wilderness. The entire village was rescued, at the cost of half of my uncle's body was torn to pieces."

"Thunderbird"

Merlin knew about this beast.

In the book "Where is a Magical Creature", the great wizard of Newt has detailed records of the Thunderbird, which is an extremely dangerous magical creature. When it is angry, its destructive power is still above the ordinary fire dragon.

It seems that Whistler's uncle is not as unknown as he said. At least, ordinary witch hunters cannot fight the angered thunderbird head-on.

"He is a warrior."

Elsa whispered:

"He followed the witch hunter's oath."

"Yeah, yes."

The old hunter drank a sip of water and squeezed out the cigarette butts, and he said:

"He never revealed anything about the witch hunter to me until his death. He had no intention of leaving the inheritance. But that happened so suddenly that my uncle didn't have time to destroy his notes. When I was packing up his relics, I discovered those things. Of course, at the beginning, I just treated those things as boring things for ghost drawing talismans."

"Until a wandering vampire broke into my house."

Whistler's tone became a little deeper.

He was like recalling what happened 200 years ago. After several seconds, he continued:

"At that time, my wife and I had a daughter and a son. Although we lived in poverty, in that era, poverty was just a common phenomenon. Everyone was not doing well, but we still tried our best to help those in need."
To be continued...