"The demon... is it the demon who is invincible? Or is it another demon?"

Geno looked around, but there were many pedestrians on the street. The source of the smell intertwined around him and merged into the crowd, which was dispersed by the smell of sweat and perfume.

This is Demacia, and his clothes are not covered and he can easily be exposed by using his spiritual vision without cover. There is also a conspicuous female knight standing beside him, and it is difficult to make people not pay attention to him.

"What's wrong with you?" Ogwisha asked with concern, because Jeno looked like a guard hunter.

"fine."

In the end, Geno did not use spiritual vision. He didn't want Ogwisha to be so worried that she couldn't sleep after entering the city, so she didn't tell him what he found.

He knew that there were demons in Miyin City alone, and he could handle them alone.

"I didn't expect that there were really evil things moving under Galio's nose."

Geno snorted coldly, turned to look at the place downstream of the embankment that bordered the forest. There, the huge statue stood like a mountain at the fork in the Zhanbei Road.

The giant has two wings on his back and a crown on his head. From this perspective, he can only see Galio's tall back, but even this makes the residents of Miyin City feel extremely at ease. But what they don't know is that under the brilliance, the shadows follow.

...

The Bouville family where Ogwisha is located runs hotels and trades, with businesses spread throughout Demacia and even abroad. The bustling city of Miyin City must have their footprints.

Geno did not intend to leave Miyin City so quickly. Before buying the pack horse, he sent Ogwisha to take him to visit the Mianwei family and confirm where Lux was.

Of course that's after dawn.

Under Ogwisha's arrangement, Geno stayed in a clean and comfortable hotel, with the beds soft and warm.

It seems like I can have a good night's sleep tonight.

But before going to bed, he had one more thing to do.

He took off the blood jade ring, which melted in his palm and emitted smoke, which stirred and turned into a three-eyed crow.

Then he released the demonic aura he had detained in rune space during the day, allowing him to penetrate into the crow's mouth and nose.

Geno couldn't smell the difference between the aura of the demon, so he tried to use the demon's senses to identify the difference between the aura.

Demons are magical entities composed of negative emotions. The emotions that make up each demon are different, so Geno thinks that the breath between them should be different.

He felt that what they used as food would exude the unique taste of spiritual food.

The result proved that although his conjecture was roughly the same, he found the small differences.

The demonic aura he smelled today was neither the fear of the bloody smell emitted by the demon, nor the despair of the fishy smell that Tam loved, but the bitter and sweet taste, called the taste of pain.

"The demon who feeds on pain? Could it be Evelyn?"

Thinking of Evelyn's lustful demon, Geno subconsciously licked his lips, but soon he lost interest.

Evelyn is not as tyrannical as Moteng, nor does she create panic on a large scale, and then harvests fear and life in large quantities like Kalei.

Everyone has a good time to think about it and fear, but only those who eat and wear warmly will have enough time, which leads to the limitations of Evelyn's hunting. So compared to other demons, she will look more particular about choosing the target to hunt, and in a more common sense, she is picky about food.

Moreover, because she is picky about food, she does not often kill. If she just kills a few lustful beasts, just let her go.

Geno just took the gimmick of a demon hunter, not to do something about witch hunting. If someone punishes evil and eliminates evil, there will naturally be someone else to do it.

The most important thing at the moment is to solve the nightmare that never disperses, and then find Ezreal to ensure his safety.

Geno turned the three-eyed crow back into his finger ring like a magic trick, and then tightened his warm bed. Tonight, Ogwisha didn't come to disturb him, and he said he would have a good sleep.

But sometimes, even if he doesn't take the initiative to make trouble, he will take the initiative to find him.

...

Evelyn sneaked on the bustling street, the shadows of her body blending with the night.

The night is her veil, and her eyes are shining in the dark, but only those with the most vicious eyes can notice it.

She looked at the pedestrians talking on the street with a keen eye. Her pupils, which were extremely sensitive to light and shadow, shrank into dangerous vertical lines under the light, and the drunkards and prostitutes who were examined by the demons were not aware of them at all.

Evelyn hadn't eaten for several days. Her hunger made her lock on a drunken ghost lying in the drainage ditch, and he was still holding a bottle of very depreciating beet wine in his hand.

If it were normal, she wouldn't even look at people with this appearance.

She found that she had thought about dealing with it casually, although it was only a short while. It was easy to do it. She just needed to bring him into any alley and stay away from the lights of the street lights.

But she finally gave up the idea because she saw a cockroach creeping over the drunk man's dirty cheeks, which was really disgusting and difficult to swallow.

Moreover, this person was drunk, numb all over, and was paralyzed by alcohol. Even if he aroused his interest, he was still confused and dull.

She likes to see the impatient expression of prey before tearing her apart, but there is no hope on him, and she may even need to peel off his entire arm to make him scream.

The pain she wanted most when she advanced to the peak of paradise, and the man in front of her had no feedback, and she naturally would not have any reversal pain if she could not get interested.

This is a serious problem.

Through countless eating experiences, Evelyn knew her taste: she prefers to be precise, she needs her prey to feel every piercing, every bite of gnawing, every trace of flesh and blood cut out by sharp claws. And this guy is dull and dull, unresponsive, and it is not worth her time at all.

Evelyn continued to sneak, this time she met a fat woman.

The fat woman was burping and was eating a chicken leg voraciously. A burst of anger was suppressing her heart, turning her grief and anger into food.

For a moment, Evelyn also considered this woman. Perhaps she could become a gentleman, show her love to the woman, throw herself into the arms, and then send her into the indescribable hell.

But she finally gave up. The woman's depression will destroy the eating experience. Others have already created pain in women, and Evelyn likes the pain she created with her own hands.

Whenever this happened, she would remember that she met the Knight Miss at the city gate during the day.

She was young and energetic, and had a harmonious conversation with the man beside her. She looked happy and carefree, making people unable to help but want to destroy her and create a tragedy with her own hands.

She had so much sweet pain to give, and Evelyn really wanted it too much.

She would find her and turn her into a feast.
Chapter completed!