Immediately afterwards, his pale and messy hair, vicissitudes of life and deep eyes, twisted and deep old scars, brown coat and linen shirt that have not changed all year round, came into the eyes of Derrick and others one after another.

The person who came was the chief of the "Six-member Council" of the City of Silver, Colin Iliad, a powerful "demon hunter".

After Derrick said hello, he subconsciously cast his eyes on the chief's waist, where there was a belt divided into many compartments, and each compartment contained different vials made of metal.

This is an experienced and powerful characterization of a "witcher".

Derrick heard from his parents before that "demon hunters" are good at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, identifying the uses of various materials, and in the unique meditation mode, targeting the former and using the latter to prepare corresponding monsters. Miraculous potions, holy ointments, essential oils and special marks, and then, by taking, smearing, and using these items, the effect of restraining the target is achieved.

In a sense, experienced, well-informed, well-prepared, and responsive "demon hunters" are the nemesis of most monsters. The number and types of metal vials on their waists represent their "experience".

Of course, these are just some of the extraordinary abilities possessed by "demon hunters". With these alone, they cannot be called "half gods" or "sages".

Colin looked around and confirmed that all the team members had arrived, then said in a low voice, "Light on, let's go."

The two team members immediately lit the candles in the lantern, allowing the dim yellow light to shine through the extremely thin leather.

In the "daytime" when the lightning frequency is high, there is no need to use candles in the City of Silver, because there will be "light" every two or three seconds, and the surrounding monsters have been wiped out over and over again, but once you leave the City of Silver , When entering the depths of the darkness, candlelight must be kept on at all times, otherwise, as long as the lightning fails to catch up at a certain stage, resulting in a no-light environment for more than five seconds, the team will be attacked by some monsters with a high probability.

The fierce battle wasn't the scariest development, what Derrick still remembered was a story his parents told.

One time, when they explored the depths of the darkness, the candles were not replaced in time due to the previous stage of fighting against the tide of corrupting zombies, so they had to endure the deep darkness for eight seconds. When the lightning came again and the candlelight reappeared, they were stunned. Seeing that only five of the original eight teammates remained, the other three disappeared without a trace and never appeared again.

Taking a breath, Derrick clenched the "Hurricane Axe", walked in the middle of the team, and followed the chief to the predetermined direction.

A flash of lightning suddenly appeared, making the plain field full of long black grass appear like a gloomy oil painting.

The exploration team composed of 10 Extraordinary people walked on the road full of jagged gravel, and went deep into the black grass.

The lightning subsided, and the thick darkness rolled back in an instant, almost engulfing them completely.

The dim candlelight pierced through the leather, weakly and tremblingly sticking to the surrounding area.

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East End, inside a greasy cheap cafe.

According to the previous agreement, Klein found the old Kohler who was spreading margarine on the toast.

He glanced at the crumpled cigarettes on the table, smiled and said, "New?"

"No, the old ones, I haven't smoked them again, but I always carry them with me, and occasionally take them out for a sniff, hehe, this reminds me of that period of wandering life, when I really felt that I might die at any time .

"Old Kohler's tone was a little scared.

Klein took out the 20 soli change that he had exchanged in advance, and pushed it to the other party while sitting down: "I am very satisfied with the information last time."

Without waiting for the old Kohler to be modest, he turned his head and looked at the counter: "One piece of oatmeal bread, two slices of toast, one piece of butter, one piece of potato goulash, and 1 penny of tea."

"Mr. Moriarty, you didn't have dinner yesterday?" Old Kohler held the banknote and was taken aback for a moment.

Klein shook his head and smiled, "I'll be very busy next time, maybe I won't have time for lunch."

He wanted to pretend that he was active and serious, after all, he had received �100 from Prince Edsack.

The old Kohler didn't ask any more questions, but looked around vigilantly, and stuffed the banknotes into his pocket.

"The thing you asked me to inquire about last time has come to fruition. Azik Eggers' reward came from the bosses of several gangsters and some intelligence dealers. Well, I don't know who entrusted them. It is difficult to contact them. " JrNovels.com