"How's your little brother Jack?"
It was already noon in the messy manor. Lao Jiang, who had just finished a western-style barbecue lunch and was digesting his food, held a thick leather book in his hand.
Sitting on a lame chair, studying carefully.
This book was the reward he received from old Saan. It was a spirit book left by the witch hunting master Fleming. It recorded in detail all of Fleming's learning experiences and insights from the beginning to the end.
In the second half of this well-made spirit-attached book.
It records all the spirit-possessing diagrams that Fleming has mastered, from low-level to high-level.
In response to Jiang Xia's question, Huck bent his body, holding his cowboy hat in his hand and placing it on his chest. He said humbly with a hint of gratitude:
“Thanks to the sleeping potion provided by the master, Jack did not suffer as much as I did. After just one deep sleep, he gained the power of blood.
He is also a bloodline person now.
We only need to go back to the Witch Hunting Association to register, and we can become official witch hunters, all thanks to the Master."
"Where are the others?"
Jiang Xia turned the page, looked at the beautiful cursive letters, and asked again:
"Didn't you recruit a few new good fighters? You have enough ashes, and Su also gave you several fast-acting anesthetics. Don't you plan to use them on them?"
"They have yet to prove their loyalty to the Sals Hunters and you, Master!"
Hake said righteously:
“This new technology comes from the master’s grace. If they cannot show their ability and loyalty, how can they be given it casually?
I know that the Master is a kind and merciful person.
But Master, I know best what kind of people the witch hunters in Fuxi County are.
They are good at betraying their own people and stabbing people in the back.
Disguise and deception are the foundation of their existence.
I don’t trust them yet.”
"Very good, this idea is very mature."
Jiang Xia exclaimed in admiration, saying:
“It’s the quality of friends that counts, not their quantity.
Of course, 'friends' who can be thrown out as cannon fodder at any time do not count.
Huck, just continue to run your Sals hunting group. When you go to register, register your hunting group under the name of the Helford family.
My people and I are going on a hike to explore some unknown secrets.
Probably will be back at the manor within a month.
During this time, you can learn witch hunting skills from old Saan. He is a powerful warrior who once went on an expedition to the Old World. You will definitely learn a lot of useful things from him.
When I come back next time, I will sign an employee contract with you, and then you will really work for me."
"Yes, Master."
Huck did not object, and said respectfully:
"We will study hard and will not let you down or bring disgrace to your reputation."
"Um."
Jiang Xia nodded and ordered:
“Letting you study is not just simple learning.
During this time, you will also have to practice actual combat. The powerful monsters in the forest near Hayford Manor have all been killed by my companions.
But there are still many low-level monster nests, you have to hunt them down, you can keep one tenth of the ashes you get, and hand over the rest to the Helford family.
As a reward, I will provide you with better demon-killing weapons, defensive spells, and fine potions. You can also tell the witch hunters you know that Helford Manor will serve as a supply point for Fuxi County in the future.
As long as there are ashes.
You can exchange them for the supplies and equipment you need."
He glanced at Huck, who was looking delighted, and said:
“Of course, as my employees, the Sals Hunting Group can enjoy internal benefits. I will inform you of the specific employee benefits next time.
Now, take your people and leave.
Be careful. Next time you come over, I don’t want to see you missing any limbs.
in addition.
You can move your family here. The Helford family will be rebuilt and will need a lot of subjects. The monster lord here has been eliminated, and this place is much safer than other places in Fuxi County.
Also, have your little brother Jack prepare enough ashes, and next time I will bring a fine prosthesis to replace his missing left hand."
“Thank you, Master!”
This time, Huck's thanks came from the heart.
Jack was the only one left of his original three brothers, and he had to be responsible for him. The flattering cowboy furtively examined the master's left arm.
The silver-gray, streamlined, futuristic metal prosthesis and the flexible metal fingers made him sigh in admiration.
It seems that the master is not only a witch hunter, but also a potion master and an engineering master. Seeing that he is studying the art of spirit possession, he will probably become a spirit possession master soon.
Just now, in just one morning, the master and his companions destroyed a monster lord he had never heard of, which proved the master's terrifying fighting ability.
I really made the right choice by selling myself to the right person this time.
He didn't dare to disturb the master who was enjoying the pleasure of learning, so he bowed his body again, stepped back quickly, and soon left the manor with his men amid the neighing of horses.
"That guy is so slick and is trying to curry your favor. He lacks courage and determination, so it's hard for him to be a good witch hunter."
Old Sane's voice sounded beside Jiang Xia, filled with contempt and dissatisfaction towards Hack. Obviously, he had heard the conversation between Hack and Jiang Xia just now.
The old hunter's bloodline ability is listening.
Moreover, since he comes from a lord monster, as long as he wants to listen, he can hear everything that happens in the entire forest. This ability does not improve combat performance as well as those of head-on confrontation.
But it is an excellent auxiliary.
“I didn’t expect him to be a good witch hunter, but seeing as how he’s good at speaking, how he reads people’s expressions, and how he knows how to seize every opportunity, he’ll be a very good salesman.
He is a good candidate to be a business manager and a good mouthpiece.”
Jiang Xia looked at the spirit book in his hand and said:
“My business needs people like this. I can’t let Helya handle everything. She is my business spokesperson in this world.
She is also a noble lady of status.
She is responsible for maintaining good official relations and keeping the overall situation in check.
Let's repair this manor, hire more people, and turn it into a place for trading. Next time, I will bring a lot of weapons, as well as the talismans and pills you need.
It will definitely sell well.
Then it is to expand the market, seize the market , and eventually form a monopoly, a business empire built under the doomsday. Tsk, tsk, just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement. "
"I thought you were just talking."
Old Sarn was silent for a few seconds and said:
“But from what you said, you really intend to help Helya rebuild the Helford family. You intend to establish your own business power through the relationship between our families.
Will you really help Helya and I go to the Old World and rescue Fleming and Samina?"
"That's what you're going to do."
Jiang Xia raised his head, looked at Old Saen, and said:
“But according to my estimation, as long as you work hard, I will be able to succeed when my business power and the power of this land are integrated.
You just need to make a call from a high place, and there will be plenty of cannon fodder to respond to your call.
As long as you have money, you can hire enough people to work for you. You see, old Sarn, we have a common interest in this matter. "
The old hunter didn't answer, but he didn't refute either.
He stretched out his bandaged hands, handed the wooden box in his hands to Jiang Xia, and motioned him to open it.
The latter took it in his hand and opened it. Inside the black velvet filling of the wooden box, a dark red shotgun was lying quietly.
It was the second witch-hunting holy weapon that old Saen took out during the battle this morning. It was said to be the last inheritance of the Helford family.
It made Jiang Xia's eyes light up suddenly.
The spirit book in his hand also closed at this moment.
It has a slender and well-proportioned barrel, a perfectly polished wooden body, and a very classic retro-style stock.
Above the trigger, there is a silver metal launcher with many delicate carvings on it, which adds all kinds of magical effects to the mysterious combination.
Under the launcher, in addition to the trigger in the conventional sense, there are also oval rings connected together. With just one push down, the entire process from loading the bullet to firing can be completed.
This is a lever gun.
A design that looks dated, yet is classic.
Some kind of dark red paint was smeared on the gun body, and when you touch it, it has a light matte feel.
This classic old gun is like an elegant and deadly lady from a bygone era, sleeping in her bed.
Waiting for a gentleman to wake her up, hold her hand, and return to the battlefield.
“A classic among classics!”
As a gun lover, Jiang Xia recognized the model of the gun at a glance. He stroked the matte body of the gun with a gentle gesture, his eyes full of admiration and an undisguised possessiveness.
Winchester Model 1887.
The standard gun length is 997 mm.
3.6 kg.
6 rounds of magazine capacity.
Uses 12-gauge large-caliber shotgun shells.
Also known as "The Governor".
That’s right, it’s the classic killer weapon in the hands of T800 in the Terminator movie.
"This was Fleming's proudest work. He did not take it with him to the Old World, probably because he felt that he would never return and did not want the gun to be buried with him."
Old Saen watched Jiang Xia take the shotgun out of the box and play with it in his hands. He said softly:
“Compared to Helja’s revolver which can only be used as a toy, this gun is a real weapon. Fleming has used it to hunt down at least seven monster lords.
I need not say much about the exquisiteness of the spirit attached to it.
The sun emblem had been activated twice and could only be used one last time. It would be too undignified to use it as compensation.
You had previously returned your reward to Helya.
It is reasonable for us to prepare another weapon for you.
I will give you this gun on behalf of Fleming. This is the best gift that Helya and I can give you. I hope it can bear witness to our cooperation and friendship. "
"Does this lady have a name?"
Jiang Xia stroked the gun and suddenly asked.
"Yes, and he is very famous."
Old Sarn said with a nostalgic tone:
"Fleming called it the 'Holy Flame to Repel Demons'."
"Tsk, what a rude name a rude witch hunter would come up with . He even has the nerve to call himself a noble. It's really a disgrace to this elegant lady."
Jiang Xia curled his lips in disdain. He raised the gun with both hands as if it were a sacred object, then put it to his lips and kissed it gently.
Whispered:
"She has rested long enough. It is time to blow the horn and return to the battlefield. I have heard her fiery call. She is inviting me to spend every good night on the battlefield together.
I want to give her a new name to symbolize her new life.
I would call her...
War-weary! "