Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

Chapter 159 Siblings (Part 1)

"Breaking news! Breaking news! The great magician Moriah Schuurst has arrived in Stag's Court and will be performing at the Grand Theatre in the west of the city in 5 days! To celebrate the 69th anniversary of the founding of the new Stag's Court."

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Hunting parties eighteen and nineteen have successfully driven away the Blood Mist scourge from Put Town and will be arriving at Deer Court tomorrow!"

"Breaking news! Breaking news! House Cavill's Lorinsa has completed her inspection tour and become the acting deputy presiding judge of the Deer Court. She will be arriving soon!"

"Breaking News! Young Master Mo Sang, the 'Golden Hat' of the South City, has been arrested by the court on suspicion of involvement in the Silver Blood Lamp forgery case."

"Breaking news! According to rumors spread by merchants from Carl Town, the Thorn Crown has reappeared, and the Hearst family's hunters have returned!"

Moria pushed open the window of the Bucks Hotel, leaned against the window, and glanced sideways at the newsboy downstairs.

The place was already crowded with steam factory workers and traveling merchants, who were scrambling for newspapers and talking incessantly about how "so many big things have happened lately."

Moria's usually impassive face finally broke into a smile: "It's a performance I'm really looking forward to. I have a large and influential audience."

"Giggle giggle!"

A silvery laugh rang out in the room: "Mr. Moriah, are you happy to see me like this?"

Moria gently closed the window, turned his head, resumed his usual indifferent expression, and looked at the bright and beautiful woman: "Miss Mireira, I am honored that you can be my assistant this time."

Mireira wore a rose-red dress, which, combined with her long, dark, curly hair, made her look like a beautiful rose.

But what makes this most famous female opera singer from Ludin the most captivating is her stunningly beautiful face.

Her beautiful brown eyes sparkled with a gentle gaze, making you feel like she was always smiling at you, without even glancing at her long, slender, and straight legs that were together.

Moria wasn't one to be swayed by beauty, but upon seeing Mireira's face, he exclaimed, "Your beauty is about to steal my thunder and make you the true star of the show!"

Mireille pulled out a feather fan, covered her mouth, and laughed, "Hehe! Mr. Moria, you're quite the joker! Your magic is hailed as a miracle beneath the moon!"

Moria shook his head and laughed, "No! You are the real star of this performance."

Mireira suddenly paused, a look of confusion in her beautiful eyes, and said, "Mr. Moria, your expression—it's a little strange, I'm a little scared!"

"Hahaha!"

Moria burst into laughter, as mad as a clown already adrift at sea.

"Mr. Moriah, please...please don't do this!"

Mireira stood up in a panic, backing away towards the door, her voice even rising in a high-pitched scream.

But suddenly, wisps of black mist appeared in the room, engulfing everything, with only Moria's eyes, which gleamed with a faint golden light and resembled those of a venomous snake, approaching her.

Mireira screamed, "Ah! Mr. Moria! You—you're kidding me, aren't you! What are you going to do?!"

This beauty truly lived up to her reputation as a major star of the opera house; her screams even shattered a wine glass on the table.

She paced frantically in her black high heels with red soles, finally leaning against the door of the room, reaching out to pound on and twist the lock.

Snapped!

Moria placed his hand on Mirera's smooth, white shoulder and whispered, "Have you had enough fun? You've only just been promoted to protagonist, so you need to control your abilities properly."

Mireira stopped what she was doing, looked at Moria with a pitiful expression, reached out and hugged Moria's waist, rested her head on his chest, and whispered, "Brother Moria, I've finally seen you."

Moria slowly untied Mireira's hands from his embrace, ignoring the beauty's tearful eyes, took a step back, disappeared into the darkness, and said coldly, "In the orphanage of Yar, over the past few decades, the two of us have been the most talented. Don't let the boss's kindness go to waste."

Mireira's gentle eyes dimmed, and she whispered, "You've changed, Moria."

Moria laughed slyly, "Heh heh! You've changed too, from a pockmarked, ugly, and dark-skinned stinky girl to a superstar who captivates Lu Ting."

Mireira wasn't angered by Moria's sharp tongue. Instead, she spun around, tilting her swan-like neck, and proudly declared, "That's a matter of my living environment. Although those magical potions helped a little, my foundation is very good!"

She waved her feather fan, dispelling the black mist in the room, then stepped forward, looked up at Moria, and asked softly, "Do I really look a lot like the little princess?"

Moria looked at Mireira's face, nodded slightly, then shook his head: "It's similar, but it's useless. You have to make that hunter from Hearst think you're similar."

Mireira smiled smugly and snapped her fingers: "I heard he's just a kid. I'll definitely have him wrapped around my little finger!"

Moria smiled, reached out and stroked Mirera's soft, curly hair, and said, "I hope so! But I'm glad to see you."

"Um!"

Mireira smiled and looked up at Moria, wanting to reach out and hug the person she had been longing for, but felt him take a step back.

She slowly lowered her arm, which was hanging in the air, and curtsied to Moria, saying, "Rest assured, besides being the most famous actress, I have also passed the advanced sleeping nun exam."

Moria turned his head and slowly closed his eyes: "I'm really looking forward to seeing him—Mr. Vane's reaction when he sees you."

Mireira tilted her head and smiled slightly, saying, "Brother, I'm more looking forward to seeing you perform magic tricks!"

In the bright and clean dungeon of the Lu Ting Tribunal, interrogators dressed in white robes and veils were whipping the prisoners in their cells with barbed whips.

Götze Cavill looked at the boy who had offended him being whipped through the iron bars in front of him, his skin torn open, but there was no smile on his face, not even a hint of pity.

He turned his head to look at Rolinsa, who was wearing the black robe of the deputy chief referee, and asked with his neck hunched, "Sister, is this really necessary? I know you care about me, but this kid has only offended me before, that's enough."

Lorinsa tucked her arms into the sleeves of her robe, glanced sideways at her disheveled hunting party leader brother, and said calmly, "This person is involved in the Silver Blood Lamp forgery case. He hasn't finished confessing yet, and it seems he still has connections with the Blood God's evil followers. It'll probably take some time—"

between."

Götze opened his mouth, swallowed, and suddenly laughed: "Then I've indirectly done a great service!"

Lorinsa's face twitched; she was still somewhat uncomfortable with her brother's shameless behavior.

She said calmly, "You are also guilty, for arresting people without a trial. Logically, you should—"

"What are you saying, little Lorinsa? Don't try that trick on your brother!"

Götze reached out and ruffled Rolinsa's hair twice, his tired eyes glowing red: "You can scare me in Moonlit City with those words, but this wretched place, Luting, your brother can demolish it all by himself!"

""

Noisy!

A plume of black smoke rose from Götze's hand, burning him so much that he quickly pulled it back.

He looked at his sister, who was carrying the Judgment Silver Blood Lamp with an angry expression, raised an eyebrow, and asked with a smile, "So, where's my birthday present?"