Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 246 11. The Vengeful Bear. Whistler

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

This is a small pier that is still in operation, and it looks busy, but this is not the destination of Merlin and Elsa.

During these 2 hours, Miss Bloodstone was translating the broken text, while Merlin went to the Trident Building and got back his Ford car and car keys.So this time, he finally didn't need to be complained by Elsa for not having a card.

Uh, although driving this ubiquitous Ford car is not particularly prestigious.

"We have arrived."

After driving along the Hammerhead Shark Wharf 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, reduced the speed, looked at the overgrown roads around him, and drove all the way into the workshop of the abandoned factory.

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

The man who appeared twice as a tough guy has his signature flat shovel head. He took off his windbreaker and only wore a sleeveless black combat uniform, revealing the strong muscles on his arms, and On his neck, there is a black tattoo with unknown meaning similar to a black feathered snake, and there is an enlarged version of the same tattoo on his shoulder.

It looks imposing, and the first impression is that it is a real reckless person.

Most importantly, those sunglasses were still on his face.Make him look like a soldier who is ready to go to war at any time.

The moment he saw Merlin and Elsa open the car door, Daofeng grabbed the side railing and jumped into the air, rolled once in the air, and then landed firmly in front of Merlin.

"It's on time."

Blade waved to Merlin:

"Come with me, the old man is waiting for you. He heard that a witcher is coming, and he tidied up his dirty appearance for the first time."

"I'm also looking forward to meeting your mentor."

Elsa reached out, took off her sunglasses, and hung them on her collar.she says:

"A master demon hunter who lives in seclusion in North America, the news will definitely make those old witch hunters in Europe very excited."

"No, I probably didn't make it clear before."

Blade led the way and explained:

"The old man is not a master demon hunter. He is not a demon hunter who has become a monk just like me."

"Oh?"

Merlin asked curiously:

"But you are using the orthodox bear school combat techniques..."

"Let the old man tell you these things."

Dao Feng shook his head, and said a little indifferently:

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

This abandoned factory occupies a large area, with several workshops connected together, it is a nearly perfect hiding place.

Blade led Merlin and Elsa through the labyrinth-like corridors for a few minutes before arriving at their destination.After pushing open a door with iron bars, Merlin saw an old man fiddling with some gun parts.

"Whistler, Ms. Elsa is here."

Dao Feng yelled, and the old man immediately put down the things in his hands. He turned around and saw Elsa and Merlin.

Merlin also noticed Whistler's eyes for the first time.

The old man must have been wearing something similar to invisible eyes, which covered part of the mutation in his eyes.

But in Merlin's spirit vision, he could clearly distinguish that the pupils of the old man's eyes were not round like human's, but yellow vertical pupils like animals, which looked very strange.

Merlin knew that it was the sequelae of taking the mutation potion, and it was also the sign of an official demon hunter.

At the moment when he met Elsa, the old Whistler was a little embarrassed, as if he was remembering 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, then bowed his head and made a slightly weird etiquette.

Under Merlin's gaze, Elsa responded with the same courtesy.

Apparently, this is how witchers greet each other.

Well, full of sense of the times.

The old man Whistler touched his messy beard with a smile. He took out his bear head emblem from his pocket and put it in the palm of his hand. When he was close to the griffin emblem in Elsa's hand, two black The metal emblems all began to hum slightly.

This represented the identities of the two individuals, which were finally confirmed.

"My name is Elsa, Elsa Bloodstone."

After Elsa confirmed Whistler's identity, she let go of her last guard, and with a smile, she took the initiative to say to this senior:

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

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

Old Whistler smiled and said:

"My inheritance comes from my distant uncle... I won't say his name. In fact, until my uncle died of old age, I didn't know that he was actually a demon hunter."

"Then you and the blade's inheritance?"

Elsa frowned and asked:

"There is also the mutation potion you took. Without the guidance of an official demon hunter, it would be very difficult for you to survive the months-long mutation period."

"Yes."

The old hunter stroked his pale hair, and said with emotion:

"Those months of suffering almost killed me, and I almost didn't survive. But luckily, I added something to the mutagen, and those things finally helped me complete my transformation and Rebirth."

"What did you add?"

Merlin asked excitedly:

"Any other neutralizing drugs?"

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

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

"Tell us your story."

Merlin's expression became more serious, and he said:

"I have a hunch this is a story worth hearing."

Beside him, Elsa also nodded. Miss Bloodstone is very interested in the inheritance of old Whistler and Blade.In fact, she is very interested in all witch hunting traditions except the school of Griffin.

"Hehe, this is a very long story."

Old Whistler stretched out his hand, indicating that Merlin and Elsa were sitting on the old sofa beside him. He turned around and poured himself a glass of water, and then lit a cigarette.

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

"I was born in...uh, maybe 1798? I don't remember the exact time... People live too long to forget, which is really bad."

"My parents are immigrants from Russia, and so is my uncle who is a witcher. Of course, I doubt that he is actually my uncle, but my great-grandfather's younger brother or cousin. Demon hunters can live a long time. They They also know how to hide."

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

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

"At that time, people in the village said that my uncle was killed by a mad buffalo, but I knew it was not! I saw the gray-haired uncle rushing out of the village with two swords in hand, and then...he never came back."

The old man said calmly:

"At that time, the North American continent was much more chaotic than it is now. The Indians liked to engage in sacrifices and ceremonies of gods and ghosts, and they always disturbed some things that they couldn't solve."

"My uncle died at the hands of a disturbed thunderbird. He fought the horror for hours in the mountains, and he failed to win. The fierce beast was wounded and fled back into the wilderness, a whole The village was saved, and the price was that half of my uncle's body was torn apart."

"Thunderbird..."

Merlin knew the beast.

In the book "Where are the Fantastic Beasts", Wizard Newt has a detailed record of Thunderbird, which is an extremely dangerous magical creature. When it is provoked, its destructive power is still higher than that of ordinary fire dragons. .

It seemed that Whistler's uncle was not as unknown as he said. At least, ordinary demon hunters couldn't fight the enraged Thunderbird head-on.

"He's a warrior."

Elsa whispered:

"He kept his witcher's oath."

"um, yes."

The old hunter took a sip of water, stubbed out his cigarette, and said:

"He didn't tell me anything about the witcher until his death, and he didn't intend to keep the inheritance. But that happened so suddenly that my uncle didn't even have time to destroy his notes. When I was packing up his belongings, I found those things...Of course, at the beginning, I just regarded those things as boring things for ghost symbols."

"Until...until a stray vampire broke into my house."

Whistler's tone became a little lower.

He seemed to be recalling what happened 200 years ago. After a few seconds, he continued:

"At that time, my wife and I had a daughter and a son. Although we lived in poverty, at that time, poverty was only a common phenomenon. Everyone had a bad life, 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. My son and I carried him home. We thought it was someone who needed help. In the middle of the night, he woke up. ..he thanked us politely and..."

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

The old hunter's tone was very calm, as if he was telling other people's stories, but his clenched fingers represented that even 200 years had passed, the misery of the past was still vivid in his mind.

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

"That night was the longest night of my life. When the sun rose again, my heart died."

"I held my little daughter and sat next to the dead bodies of my family for 3 days, and then I went crazy and dug out the things that my uncle left behind, and then... I became a witcher .”

Whistler shrugged:

"It took me almost 15 years to learn that knowledge. With the help of a wizard who happened to pass by the village, I made a mutation potion, and then I took the two swords left by my uncle and searched the land. The vampire who ruined my life back then."

"So did you find it?"

Elsa, who also clenched her fists, asked:

"Have you taken revenge?"

"Ah."

Until this time, a smile appeared on Whistler's face, and he said:

"63 years! I've been looking for it for 63 years, and finally in the desert outside Las Vegas, I chopped off its head with the silver sword left by my uncle. When the ashes were scattered in the sky, that's when I saw ever, the most beautiful flame."

"What about your daughter?"

Merlin was concerned with another issue:

"Or, is your family still there?"

"Where do I have any family..."

Whistler waved his hand helplessly, and said:

"My Albert also witnessed the death of her mother and brother. Do you think a girl can grow up like an ordinary person after going through such a thing?"

"You mean, your daughter also became a witcher?"

Merlin says:

"She's still alive?"

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

old hunter said:

"You have to understand, Your Excellency Merlin, the longer you live, the weaker things like feelings will be. And the mutagen potion is not a good thing. While it brings us an extraordinary body, it will also take away some of our things."

The old hunter moved his fingers and said:

"I lost my 'pity' and became a madman desperate for revenge. And my poor daughter... lost her 'feeling' and became a frosty huntress."

"You didn't tell me these things."

Blade leaning on one side suddenly said:

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

"I'm dying."

Old Whistler said calmly to his only disciple in his life:

"When I was hunting that vampire, I was injured. Potion is not a panacea. Every time I drink a potion, it will accumulate toxicity in my body. In recent years, I have been feeling that I have become more and more powerful. The weaker I am, the sooner I may be, the end of my life will come."

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

"I'll go with you when things in New York are over."

Blade said in an undeniable voice:

"The monsters all over North America want your head. I can't just let an old man who walks with a limp go on the road alone."

"up to you."

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

"Look, this is an old man's story."

"A nice story."

Merlin says:

"200 years of love and hatred, this trip is worth it."

"What I'm more curious about is, do girls really choose to inherit the Bear School?"

Elsa said in disbelief:

"I heard from my mother that the vast majority of female witchers are cat school, snake school, and some will choose griffins, and there are very few flying lions that use poison...bears, that will cause muscle curse hyperplasia, and become into a big..."

"Who told you that my Albert is a demon hunter of the Bear School?"

Old Whistler shook his head and said:

"Albert is not a bear school, Miss Elsa, she is a cat school witcher."

"how can that be?"

Elsa suddenly let out an exclamation, and she said:

"Your uncle is a demon hunter of the bear school, no matter how powerful he is, it is impossible for him to get the inheritance of the cat school!"

"Albert's inheritance as a witcher did not come from me."

Whistler waved his hand, he said:

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

"Who?"

Elsa asked:

"Are there any other demon hunters in North America besides the three of you?"

"Have!"

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

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

"Geralt of Rivia, or Geralt the White Wolf."

(End of this chapter)