Lagron walked in from the small courtyard behind the store with a bag of carbon in his arms.

Although the season is already chilling at night, it is still far from when burning the boiler. However, when the hotel owner thinks of the poor sleep of the six little girls, the hotel owner thinks that the room should be warmer, even if he knows that it is not the temperature that really makes these little girls insomnia.

But at least, a warm environment is more helpful for sleep, doesn’t it?

The boiler was ignited, and the broken charcoal pieces were filled into it bit by bit. Feeling the enthusiasm in it, the hotel owner didn't wash his hands, so he picked up the beer glass and picked up a large glass of beer.

Gudong, Gudong.

The sound of swallowing sounded in the open lobby of the hotel, but it could not conceal the noise outside the "stove grilled fish".

The previous explosion made the members of the Special Operations Team extremely embarrassed, and ordinary policemen did not dare to appear at this time. They could only complete the rescue by a small number of members of the Special Operations Team.

"It's really troublesome."

Thinking of the experiences of those poor guys, the hotel owner went to the kitchen to light the stove and placed grilled fish and toast on it.

When the grilled fish and toast radiate the unique aroma of food, the hotel owner walked out of the hotel with the food, and he walked directly to the place where the explosion occurred.

Soon, the hotel owner saw Mill in the crowd.

"Leave it to you."

The hotel owner said this.

"OK."

Mil, who was busy treating civilians, said without raising his head.

Although she really wants to find Qin Ran now, she has not forgotten her responsibilities.

His eyes swept across the scene, paused slightly on the bodies covered by white cloth, and the hotel owner returned the same way.

At this moment, there was one more person in the hall of the "Stove Grilled Fish".

Smith.

Smith, who was solemn, stood in front of the bar, and then spoke as the hotel owner walked into the bar.

"I want to join the witch hunter."

Smith said.

The hotel owner looked at Smith with an eyebrow raised and said no at all. Instead, he slowly took out a cigarette and lit it on his own, and then asked Smith: "Do you smoke?"

"no thanks."

"I want to join the witch hunter."

Smith reiterated after thanking him.

"Do you know what a witch hunter is?"

The innkeeper who had vented a sip of smoke asked.

Smith shook his head honestly, then after thinking for a while, he said, "Fight with monsters and protect civilians."

"Um."

“But it’s not comprehensive.”

"So, your interview failed."

After the hotel owner vomited another breath of smoke, he simply refused, and raised his hand to signal Smith to go upstairs quickly.

"You can't be a witch hunter if you are strong."

"What the witch hunter needs to bear is not just the 'honor' you imagine... Sorry, I was wrong. How could the witch hunter have glory?"

"They are all fools."

"Go and see Shaya and the others."

"If you don't go back, they won't be able to sleep."

The hotel owner said and turned back to his room.

Facing the empty bar, Smith's face showed hesitation and struggle.

Finally, when considering whether to knock on the door or go back upstairs to take care of Shaya first, Smith chose the latter.

After all, his original purpose was to take care of Shaya.

This does not conflict with becoming a witch hunter.

Of course, Smith will not put the cart before the horse.

Step, step.

Squeak.

The footsteps and the slightly old stairs made unique sounds. After hearing these sounds gone, Lagron walked out again.

"It's true, everyone is so worried."

"but……"

"How come he has become so strong?"

The hotel owner muttered to himself, his expression involuntarily becoming solemn.

He knew many ways to suddenly become stronger, but without exception, each has extremely strong side effects, some even at the cost of life.

At this time, he didn't want something to happen to Smith.

Otherwise, what should Shaya do with those little girls?

Even if the witch hunter has a related adoption agency, he would not have contacted those guys if it wasn't for the last step.

There is no free lunch in the world.

If you get it, you will inevitably make efforts.

The witch hunter's institution is no exception.

Adopt orphans, the excellent of these orphans will become witch hunters, while those who are not outstanding will become members affiliated with the witch hunter organization to serve the witch hunter.

Of course, after reaching a certain age, there will be a fairly complete pension system.

but……

Basically no one can achieve it.

The witch hunter itself is synonymous with trouble.

This is true for outsiders and for your own people.

"trouble!"

"What a trouble!"

The hotel owner muttered, picked up another beer for himself, and then he looked at the shadow on the side of the bar.

Qin Ran walked out without any concealment.

"The k family's nest was the fire you set?"

The hotel owner asked directly.

"Um."

Qin Ran nodded.

“Exactly the same style.”

"Also say no."

The hotel owner muttered in a low voice and asked again: "What food is needed? The grilled fish and toast are gone, but there are sausages."

Qin Ran, who had already had a full meal, was hesitant.

Finally, he nodded.

"good."

Soon, the hotel owner appeared with sausage and egg flower soup.

Qin Ran still chose the table in the corner.

The hotel owner has not put down the plate for the time being. He knows that once he put down the plate, he will not have the chance to ask questions.

If you want to ask, you must speak now.

"Smith wants to be a witch hunter."

"Um."

"His he influenced by you?"

"Um."

"That is, you know why he suddenly became stronger?"

"Um."
To be continued...