Another dark night, on the edge of Brooklyn, Merlin pushed open the door to a small bar and heard melodious country music coming from the bar.

He looked up and saw a young singer wearing a cowboy hat standing on the wooden table in the bar holding a guitar, offering music to a few guests.

Merlin did not alarm the others. He found a quiet corner to sit down, ordered a glass of wine, then leaned against the booth, closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying this relaxed atmosphere.

To be honest, the vocal singer who looks a little down and out has a good voice.

The slightly hoarse voice was filled with a hint of vicissitudes of disagreement with his age. The only drawback was that the song that should have been melodious and pleasant, was interpreted by his voice, with a hint of sadness.

It's like recalling the youth that has disappeared.

"Hi, handsome guy."

Just as the second song began, a girl in a very "cool" dress, swaying her slender waist, came to Meilin. She showed a very charming smile to the young man with frameless glasses. She put her hand on Meilin's shoulders slightly frivolously, and she whispered:

"Drinking alone."

"Sit there and let me be quiet."

Merlin didn't speak, and he still had the leaves of Mandela grass in his mouth, so his voice came from the sound maker wrapped around his wrist.

The index finger of the left hand, wearing black gloves, raised up and drew a triangle in the air. With the dissipation of the faint magic, the eyes of the young lady who came to meet him immediately became blurred.

It was like being hit hard by someone, and his expression became dull.

It's like a puppet.

Under Merlin's order, she sat quietly and obediently on the chair opposite Merlin.

“It’s quite convenient.”

Meilin glanced at the dull young lady in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.

He didn't use any spell just now, and there was no need to use spells for weak ordinary people. What he used was the magic seal of the witch hunter that he had just learned.

According to the information left by the White Wolf, the magic seal used by the witch hunters is actually a simplified version of the wizards' spell.

As mentioned before, many witch hunters are squins, with magical talents, but cannot release magic. After passing the green grass trial, they officially obtain extraordinary bodies and can produce magic power in their bodies, so those weak talents have a place to use.

Although witch hunters cannot use powerful magic like wizards, through these simplified versions of magic seals, they can also create spell effects that are extremely similar to wizard spells.

For example, the Axis Seal that Merlin just used is a simplified version of the Soul-Snatching Spell, which can control ordinary people with weak will in an instant.

Moreover, although the effects of most magic seals are very poor in the eyes of formal wizards, without the assistance of alchemy potions, the effects of some magic seals are even similar to the lowest-level magic tricks.

But the advantage of the seal is that it is very convenient, eliminating the complex construction of chanting syllables and mana models, so simple that it can be used with just one gesture.

In the fierce battle, the time saved was enough to determine life and death. Moreover, in Merlin's view, the lower limit of the magic seal is very low, but the upper limit is also very high. He learned from the information left by the White Wolf that for those demon hunters of the Griffon School who were deeply involved in research, the power of the magic seal they used with the assistance of the potion was comparable to that of the official mages.

In addition to manipulating the spirit and creating confusing Axis Seals, the commonly used seals of witch hunters include:

The Ignifa Seal is equivalent to the simplified version of the Scarlet Fire Curse.

The Alder Seal is equivalent to a simplified version of the Crushing Spell.

The Kunen Dharma Seal is equivalent to a simplified version of the body protection mantra.

The Yaden Dharma Seal is equivalent to a simplified version of the imprisonment spell.

The magic impressions of the demon hunters are all very practical spells. It seems that the first generation of demon hunters did choose these spells to imitate, which almost improved the efficiency of using the pitiful magic power in their bodies to the extreme.

But magic is just a burden to Merlin, and he doesn't need to be careful in calculations at all. Therefore, with the injection of sufficient magic power, these magic seals with poor performance also showed power comparable to real spells in Merlin's hands.

Merlin seemed to be really idle. He sat in this unknown small bar, drinking his wine sips at a time, and then refilled it. It was almost an hour later that the resident singer of the bar finally stopped and he seemed to have to take a break.

"Give him this for me."

Meilin took out the pen from his pocket, wrote something on the napkin in front of him, and handed the paper to the young lady in front of him, who was still confused. The latter took it in his hand, stood up immediately, shaking, and walked towards the resident singer sitting by the bar.

More than ten seconds later, the young singer wearing a black cowboy hat sat on the sofa opposite Merlin with a glass of wine.

He looked at Merlin, who was drinking silently in front of him, and said:

"Who are you? Sir, why do you know my name and my family information?"

Merlin did not answer immediately. He raised his glass and drank the remaining little wine. When the singer was a little impatient, Merlin stretched out his hand and took off his glasses. He raised his head and looked at the singer with his eyes that were as if the light of embers was pounding.

The latter clenched his fists almost immediately, and a slightly sharp light also appeared between his fingers.

"hello."

Merlin crossed his fingers, and a smile on his face. Although he closed his mouth, a strange sound still came from the soundtrack:

“My 'brother'.”

"I'm not!"

The singer gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice:

"I'm not your hell brother."

After saying that, he stood up and was about to leave.

"Did you expel those who are in trouble before?"

Merlin had no intention of leaving. He looked at the young resident singer in front of him and said:

"Or, you killed them and took their power and mind telling me, the story between you and Sanguchi? How did you become its 'son'?"

"I'm very busy and don't have time to talk to you about this."

A singer with a cowboy hat, a son of the Three Palaces hidden in Brooklyn, said with a cold face:

"Get out of this! Otherwise I'm not polite!"

"You're welcome?"

Merlin looked around and found that the business of this small bar was not very good, but at this time, there were almost a dozen people in the tavern with the owner and waiters.

"Are you sure you're not polite to me here?"

Merlin said leisurely:

"I don't care about it personally, but these ordinary people, those who are familiar with you, see the true appearance under your appearance. What do you think will they think? I am also very curious whether you will kill them like a real half-demon to cover up your own secrets."

Merlin took a piece of money out of her pocket and pressed it under the cup. He stood up and walked towards the bar door, saying:

"I mean, Mr. Anthony, let's find a new place to solve the problem between us."

After saying that, he stepped out of the bar.

A few minutes later, near the quiet street near the Hudson River, behind Merlin, the resident singer Anthony with a cowboy hat walked into the dark alley step by step with her guitar on her back.

He stopped 10 meters away from Merlin. He hugged his arms and said to Merlin with bad eyes:

"I don't know who you are, but I don't want to fight you, I just want to live a quiet life."

"You know this is impossible, Anthony."

Merlin shook her head, and in the sound of the soundtrack, Merlin said:

"From the moment you accept the power of the Three Palace Demons, a quiet life is insulated from you."

"Damn!"

The resident singer scolded him and shouted:

"I escaped from Mexico to New York, but you still don't want to let me go! This power is not what I want at all. If possible, I would rather have never got it myself!"

"As far as I know, no one who can be associated with the demons deserves mercy."

Merlin stretched out his left hand, and in the night, the silver magic hunting sword Vlad, whose bright blue runes shined with the sword, jumped into Merlin's hand with a loud scream, and he said in a deep voice:

"Same as me, so are you."

"Killing and being killed, this is your fate. The more you want to escape it, the closer you are to it. But before the fight begins, maybe we can share our own story."

"What do you think? My 'brother'."

Singer Anthony looked at the silver sword in Merlin's hand. He took a cautious step back. With his ten fingers stretched, the dark red light that spitted endlessly at his fingertips condensed into a sharp energy weapon similar to a flying knife.

That seems to be the power he got from the Three Palace Demons.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Anthony, who was carrying a guitar, said:

"In Mexico, I killed a madman who came to make trouble. In Florida, I killed the second one, and you are the third one!"

"You absorbed all the orange fragments from their bodies?"

Merlin asked:

"Are you starting to be half-demonized?"

"This has nothing to do with you!"

Anthony shouted, and as his body rotated rapidly, the dark red energy flying knife shining on his fingers roared at Merlin's body. The flying knife was extremely fast, and it crossed the speed of sound at the moment of taking action.

Merlin couldn't even react at a distance of 10 meters.

He raised the silver sword Vlad, and in the middle of waving, blocked the attack of three flying knives, but the remaining seven flying knives pierced into his body at the same time.

"Swish"
To be continued...