Chapter 118 Have a good hunt tonight

Author: Fang Yi who escaped

Chapter 118 Have a good hunt tonight

"Yes, I am."

Peter looked at the woman with a slightly sinister expression in front of him and asked her: "Are you Mrs. Verusa?"

"Velusa Bloodstone, I am the wife of Ulysses Bloodstone."

The woman smiled, her face moving strangely, and she stretched out her hand to shake Peter's hand.

"I am very happy after receiving your email, because this is the second best news we have received. Elsa has not been home for a long time. Anything related to her will make us very happy."

"We're glad you could come over today. We've prepared some Halloween treats. We hope you like them."

The woman said to Peter both reservedly and enthusiastically.

"I just plan to meet Elsa Bloodstone. Is she here now?"

Peter asked her straight to the point.

"lady."

Just as Mrs. Verusa was about to respond to him, a thin old man walked up to her and whispered in her ear: "Elsa is here."

After hearing the words of the old man who seemed to be the housekeeper, Mrs. Velusa's expression changed slightly.

She quickly adjusted her mood and said to Peter: "Of course, we will guide you to meet later, but now, Mr. Parker, you can sit on the sofa and take a rest. We have prepared hot tea for you."

After saying that, she left in a hurry.

Peter stared at the other person's disappearing figure, and after a while, he walked towards the hall.

Strangely shaped monster heads are glued to the walls of the living room.

The first thing that caught his eye was the head of a weird vampire.

The vampire bat's mouth is slightly open, its eyes are protruding, and its ears are sharp. It looks like it must have suffered a lot of torture before its head was chopped off.

Continuing to walk along the monster specimens, the second monster head nailed to the wall came into his eyes.

The monster with a green face and fangs and ears as long as a donkey looks very much like the horned ghost in Japanese culture.

If we continue walking forward, we will see the Minotaur in Greek mythology, the White God and the Black God in Slavic mythology, and the petrified cockatrice that will be petrified if we look at it.

The heads of these monsters in the legends of different ethnic groups were all regarded as specimens, appeared in this castle, and were regarded as collections by the owner of the castle.

While Peter was observing these monster heads, other people in the hall were also observing him.

The black man with a serious face stood in front of the mural in the hall, looking at Peter as he walked over, and his eyes followed him.

The Asian with strange symbols painted on his face wiped the blade in his hand and showed a wary expression when he saw Peter approaching him.

Sitting on the sofa, a woman in white tights stood up, her eyes constantly wandering around him as if examining something.

Peter naturally felt these malicious and complicated glances, but he turned a blind eye and continued to admire these monster specimens on his own.

Moving my steps, I finally walked to a simple-looking book placed in the middle of the hall.

The book is locked with a chain, and there is a hollow part in the middle.

In the hollow position, there is a fist-sized stone shining with blood-red luster.

He was staring at the blood stone in front of him when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

Peter turned his head and found a man who looked like a Viking, with a white beard covering his chin, standing in front of him.

The short man greeted him familiarly, "I killed 57 monsters."

The other party started by talking about how many monsters he had killed, "Next year will be the 30th year of my career, which is really a long time."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and tried to shake Peter's hand.

"The smell of blood on your hands is extremely strong."

Peter did not shake hands with him, but said meaningfully.

"Haha, of course, I have rich experience in this industry."

The short man smiled heartily, and did not seem to be angry at being rejected. Instead, he continued: "We are always anonymous in this industry, and it is inevitable that we will feel lonely after a long time. Sometimes I even think about it, and I have never been alone. thing."

He pointed to Peter's clothes, "I like your dress, natural, nothing superfluous."

Peter was wearing a black jacket at this time, which matched his temperament and looked unexpectedly handsome and young.

The short man coughed, approached Peter, and whispered: "They think you are young and relatively small, so they despise you. To be honest, brother, have you hunted any of the monsters on the wall?"

Peter knew that these people were all witchers, and seemed to regard himself as one too.

He didn't bother to explain, and with the intention of sending the other person away, he pointed at the vampire's head nailed on the wall, "I've killed a few of those things."

"Oh! Vampire?! That's really surprising!"

The short man expressed his shock, "It seems that you are also a capable person."

On the other side, Mrs. Verusa met her stepdaughter who had not been home for many years.

She is not Elsa's biological mother.

Seeing Elsa Bloodstone, her face immediately turned cold.

It seems that the relationship between the two is not very good.

"Elsa, after twenty years, I don't think you have any obligation to come! Others will be very unhappy."

"Let them do whatever they want."

Elsa has long black hair spread over her shoulders and is wearing a brown woolen windbreaker.

Her facial features are exquisite and full of heroic spirit. Even if the windbreaker covers most of her body, you can still see her long legs and curvy figure.

"How long are you staying?"

"Leave now, just give me your things."

Elsa said coldly.

"Which characteristic of the bloodstone do you want, the power it provides, the protection, or the infinite lifespan?"

Mrs. Verusa asked her slowly.

"You don't need to know, Velusa, how I use it after I get it has nothing to do with you."

She said, crossing her arms over her chest, "Though that's probably the best part."

Looking at Elsa, Mrs. Velusa suddenly showed a sarcastic smile, "I doubt whether you can still use it after you have not received training in these years."

Before Mrs. Verusa could finish her words, she was interrupted by Elsa, "No, it's not that I haven't been trained, it's that I haven't been trained by him. Let's wait and see!"

"you"

Mrs. Verusa shook her head and said to her in a disappointed tone: "You had great potential when you were a child. Everyone thought that you would be better than others, but you were willing to imitate your mother. I have done my best for you."

"It's a pity that I'm not successful."

Elsa still had an indifferent attitude.

"Don't think too highly of yourself!"

Infuriated by Elsa's attitude, Mrs. Velusa said angrily: "You have disappointed countless people, and the one who is most disappointed in you is your father."

After exhaling, she suppressed her anger and continued to say to Elsa: "You have a friend here. She has been waiting for you for a long time."

"friend?"

Elsa was a little confused when she heard the other party say that her friend was visiting.

Under the leadership of the housekeeper, Elsa walked to a room.

After opening the door, he looked at the man inside with his back to him.

"Who are you?"

Elsa asked Peter coldly.

"A person who is entrusted with something."

Peter slowly turned around and looked at the woman in front of him whose face was full of exhaustion but whose eyes were still bright.

"Are you Alyssa Bloodstone?"

"I am, but I don't think I will know someone like you and have an intersection with you."

Elsa said rudely: "You shouldn't be here, especially tonight."

"Is it because tonight is Halloween? Honestly, those people out there have pretty good Halloween costumes."

Peter chatted casually to the other party.

"You think that's a Halloween joke?"
To be continued...