Ah——

Two piercing screams echoed through the entire alley.

The grotesque evil spirit suspended in mid-air, with dry skin stretched over its withered cheeks, slowly pulled out a hideous smile.

Fear is the sweetest nourishment for an evil spirit.

This kind of spirit, often born from pre-marital violence, haunts the vicinity of its death place, filled with hatred and venom towards the living.

"No, don't!"

"Get away, beast!"

The two patrol guards screamed loudly, swinging their weapons wildly, but ordinary ironware just passed through the evil spirit's body without causing the slightest ripple.

The evil spirit's grotesque long tongue was already reaching toward the two men.

"Such a nuisance."

A somewhat impatient voice suddenly rang in their minds.

Looking up, they saw a girl sitting on the opposite rooftop, dressed in a white skirt, swinging her pale legs.

She pointed to her ear: "If you shout again, I'll just deal with you all as well."

"Come to think of it, it's strange. It's my first time seeing a spirit appearing at noon, filled with such intense fire inside. Is it a local specialty of this world?"

"How interesting."

She muttered in a language the two could not understand at all.

The daytime wraith, which was about to attack the two men, stared intently at the girl's enchanting appearance.

On its face, jealousy and venom intertwined into an increasingly hideous visage—if I had been this beautiful, would I not have met such an end?

I might even have become a noble family's maid, enjoying my master's favor, and not been toyed with by a scoundrel.

Black liquid gushed from its eye sockets as it immediately abandoned the meal already at its lips and lunged towards the girl.

Scott shouted: "Miss, run, it's an evil spirit!"

John cursed: "Fool, don't worry about her, just run!"

He got up from the ground and ran desperately, his legs numbed by fear.

The girl swung her legs back and forth: "Ha, how kind-hearted. In the past, I might have granted you the identity of a blood slave serving the Royal Court, but not now."

A pillar of fire spewed from the daytime wraith's mouth.

Upon closer look, it was the long tongue inside the wraith's mouth, with sharp barbs surrounded by dark flames.

"Disgusting."

The smile on Furinjira's face disappeared abruptly.

Within the flames, exuded a stench like that of rotten meat.

Her expression turned repulsive: "What a nauseating smell, don't stain my new clothes, an adult bought this for me!"

Bang——

The long tongue pierced through the wall and eaves.

But the girl's figure had already disappeared.

The daytime wraith was somewhat confused; having never encountered extraordinary power in life, how could it know a seemingly ordinary girl possessed such special abilities?

"I'm behind you, dumbass."

The daytime wraith turned its head back sharply, looking behind.

Different from when by Losa's side, during battle, Furinjira's eyes filled with unmelted crimson. At the corners of her mouth, two delicate fangs pierced her somewhat pale lips.

A pair of undulating red demon horns extended, a thin blood mist engulfing the alley.

"Need to finish you off quickly and get back to find the adult."

She floated in mid-air, opening her hand from which a bone spike, with blood threading through, penetrated her palm like a sharp longsword.

As the bone spike and flesh wriggled, it made an eerie sound that sent shivers down the spine.

The daytime wraith let out a scream filled with terror and anger, lunging fiercely at Furin.

But she did not evade, merely swung the bone spike gently.

The next moment, a bloody glow filled the alley.

When the glow faded away.

The daytime wraith's body solidified inch by inch, turning ashen and statue-like.

Then, it crumbled into numerous fragments.

...

On the upper platform of the castle.

From here, one could overlook the entire Montreal City, with its narrow, winding alleys, the residence Count Reynard favored most, churches, and street shrines.

Brothels and bathhouses, gardens, and fountains...

There's also the cracked yellow-brown soil and the tributary of the Jordan River whose flow had drastically decreased due to the dry season.

Sir Hanfry, draped in a Bone Shell Purple cape, pressed his hands against the coarse stone at the platform's edge.

Behind him, an elderly servant with white hair was somewhat puzzled: "Sir Hanfry, is it not somewhat inappropriate to be so negligent with Baron Losa?"

Hanfry sneered: "This attitude is just right for him, they've already lost their combat strength short-term after tying with those Saracen Cavalry."

"He has lost his value to us."

The servant hesitated: "Furthermore, there have been deaths every day in the city lately, they say it's haunted... Shouldn't we warn Baron Losa?"

"No, it's best if he dies. According to the rule, after his death, his army should be temporarily under my command, and indeed a fine army should not be left in the hands of such a nouveau riche small baron."

Sir Hanfry stood facing the sun, his eyes squinting slightly against the dazzling light, even though the sunlight was bright, showing even the fine hairs on his skin, it somehow carried a clear layer of gloom.

"Why hasn't Kaler Castle fallen yet? Saladin, you truly disappoint me."

The servant behind him immediately lowered his head, reminding: "Sir, how could you say such words?"

Hanfry smiled: "I said it anyway, there are only the two of us here, and my stupidly rash stepfather, who knows what charm potion he's given my mother, still unwilling to grant me even a piece of land. If he decides to give me a brother or sister one day, what's wrong with me wishing for his death?"

The servant remained silent, then after a moment said: "After all, madam is there too."

"Alright, step down, keep a close watch on Baron Losa and his Knight Order, make sure they don't cause any trouble. Oh, and remember to collect an extra 'Saladin Tax', it's for the upcoming Crusaders."

...

"Furin?"

Losa hurried over.

Furinjira turned her head, the crimson in her gaze quickly fading, turning crystal clear.

The winding red demon horns disappeared, and she swiftly grabbed her somewhat messy white long hair, soon calling out tearfully: "My lord, I'm here."

Seeing Furinjira unharmed, Losa sighed in relief: "As long as you're okay, how did you end up here?"

"I just wanted to ease your worries."

Furinjira pounced into Losa's arms, rubbing her nonexistent tears onto Losa's shoulder, sneakily popping her head out to make a face at Prajna behind Losa.

Losa was a bit surprised, patting Furin's back: "Thanks to you this time, the Demon Hunter milestone requires hunting demons, just a pity, it seems this daytime wraith doesn't count amongst them."

"My Lord, I just went through a big battle, and you don't care?"

Losa absentmindedly patted her head: "Care, of course I care, but there really wasn't any issue."

Having raised both Furin and Prajna to level thirty after the last battle, their power had greatly increased compared to before, Losa didn't think a single evil spirit could threaten Furin much.

The hurry to come was still holding preventive measures in mind.

Prajna suddenly spoke up: "Perhaps it's not that the daytime wraith doesn't count, but that it isn't dead yet?"

She lifted the black Ghost Face Shield in her hand, on which the ghost face relief momentarily became lively, taking a deep breath, showing a look of intoxication, then suddenly opened its mouth wide.

Among the white fragments on the ground, a translucent woman's phantom was swiftly drawn up and flew into the ghost face relief's mouth.

The ghost face relief chewed the spirit body, making a head-itching crunch.

Simultaneously, a system prompt sounded: "You have completed the milestone, Demon Hunter, gaining one special card draw reward."

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