"That day, my wife found a man who was unconscious outside the farm. My son and I carried him home. We thought it was a person in need. In the middle of the night, he woke up and thanked us politely, and then"

"He tore my wife's neck in front of me and drank her blood in big mouthfuls."

The old hunter's tone was very calm, just like talking about other people's stories, but his tight fingers mean that even though 200 years have passed, the misery of the past is still vivid in my mind.

"He sucked my wife's blood and grabbed my son and daughter, that bastard, he was like a joke, and he forced me to make a choice. He made me decide which of my relatives could survive if the other one died."

"That night was the longest night in my life. When the sun rose again, my heart was dead."

"I held my little daughter and sat next to my family's body for three days. Then I went crazy and took out the things left by my uncle, and then I became a witch hunter."

Whistler shrugged:

"I spent almost 15 years learning that knowledge. With the help of a wizard who happened to pass by the village, I made a mutant potion, and then carried the two swords left by my uncle, searching for the vampire that ruined my life on this land."

"Then have you found it?"

Elsa, who also clenched her fists, asked:

"Have you taken revenge?"

"Um."

It was not until this time that a smile appeared on Whistler's face, and he said:

"63 years! I have been looking for it for 63 years, and finally cut off its head with the silver sword left by my uncle in the desert outside Las Vegas. When the ashes were sprinkled in the sky, they were the most beautiful flames I have ever seen."

"What about your daughter?"

Merlin is concerned about another issue:

"Or, is your family still there?"

"Where do I have any family?"

Whistler waved helplessly, and he said:

"My Albert also saw her mother and brother die with his own eyes. Do you think that after experiencing such a thing, a girl can still grow up like an ordinary person?"

"You mean, your daughter has also become a witch hunter?"

Merlin said:

"She is still alive?"

"Well, the last time I contacted my Albert was 30 years ago."

The old hunter said:

"You must understand, Mr. Merlin, the longer you live, the weaker your feelings will be. And mutational agents are not good things. While it brings us extraordinary bodies, it will also take away some of our things."

The old hunter's fingers moved, and he said:

"I lost 'mercy' and became a lunatic who was desperate for revenge. And my poor daughter lost 'feeling' and became a cold hunter."

"You didn't tell me these things."

The blade leaning against the side suddenly spoke:

"You said a few days ago that you were leaving, you were actually going to find your daughter, right?"

"I'm almost dying."

Old Whistler said to his life with a calm look on his face, and his only disciple said:

"I was injured when I was hunting the vampire back then. Potions are not omnipotent. Every time I drink potions, they will accumulate toxicity in my body. In recent years, I have been able to feel that I am becoming weaker and weaker. Maybe soon, I will usher in the end of my life."

"Eric, I just don't want to leave with regret."

"I'll go with you after the matter in New York."

The blade said in a voice that cannot be denied:

"The monsters in North America want your head. I can't just let an old man who is lame when walking on the road alone."

"Whatever you want."

Old Whistler shrugged, and he looked back at Elsa and Merlin, and he said:

"Look, this is the story of an old man."

“A good story.”

Merlin said:

"The 200-year grudge, love and hatred are worth it this time."

"What I'm even more curious is, is there really a girl who chooses to pass on the Bear School?"

Elsa said in disbelief:

"I heard from my mother that most female witch hunters are cat school and snake school, and some of them choose griffins. They rarely use poisonous flying lions, which will cause muscle curse to proliferate and become a big guy."

"Who told you that my Albert is a witch hunter in the Bear School?"

Old Whistler shook his head and said:

"Albert is not the Bear School, Miss Elsa, she is the Cat School of Witch Hunter."

"How is this possible?"

Elsa suddenly exclaimed, she said:

"Your uncle is a demon hunter in the Bear School. No matter how powerful he is, he will never be able to obtain the inheritance of the Cat School!"

“Albert’s witch hunter heritage does not come from me.”

Whistler waved his hand and said:

"Albert's inheritance comes from another witch hunter."

"who?"

Elsa asked:

"Are there any other witch hunters in the North American continent besides you three?"

"have!"

Whistler hesitated for a moment, and he looked at Elsa and said:

"You've definitely heard of that person. His name is"

"Gelot of Livia, or Geralt of White Wolf."
Chapter completed!