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

Chapter 176 Götze's Ideas

Fan En swallowed hard, took a deep breath to suppress his grief, and continued reading:

After spending a year in Niujiao Town, I roughly figured out the route to the bottom.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to work in the mine, I located the site and dug a hidden downward passage at the ruins of the Pantheon.

The path to the Luting Ruins is complicated, but since you can read these words, it means you can also find the marks I left.

I actually met with Mr. Leslie three times in total, and finally realized that my mentor was beyond redemption and had turned into a monster.

Later I realized that my whereabouts had been exposed, but I didn't make a fuss and pretended that I was still looking for the way.

But actually I had already begun looking for a way to help Mr. Leslie rest in peace, and finally—I found something, hidden in the sewer.

Follow my mark to find it, then kill Teacher Leslie! Though I am dead, I will bless you with eternal peace and health in the Kingdom of the Mother Goddess.

Fan En let out a long breath, lowered his head, and remained silent for a moment.

Although this information was limited, it revealed Carl's determination and struggle. To confirm that his mentor was truly beyond saving, he took three risks.

In order to fulfill his duty, he even found a weapon that could kill Leslie.

Fan Enguang imagines Karl repeatedly venturing into underground ruins to ascertain the situation of his mentor, making it difficult to fathom the determination he must have possessed.

"It's time to go! Let me end this!"

Van En moved his feet, quietly left the stone house, and concealed the traces of his presence.

Upon returning to the Thorn Crown, Vann's unusual silence worried Katya.

But Katya didn't say anything. She walked over to Vann and sat down next to him, gently leaning on his shoulder and hugging him.

Van En smiled with relief, put his arm around Katya's shoulder, and enjoyed the tranquility of the moment.

New Luding City.

A hooded priest, concealing his face, hurried up to the third floor of the Buck Hotel and pushed open Moria's door.

He frowned as he looked at the "magician" sitting at the table, fiddling with props. "Why are you still dawdling? Your Excellency informed me yesterday that we needed to take action!"

"Your Excellency?" Moria raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Huls just suffered a great loss, and instead of learning his lesson, he's already overstepping his bounds?"

Upon hearing this, the priest's eyebrows shot up, and he hissed, "You evil scoundrel, watch your mouth! The throne in Winged Moon City was originally a throne of honor; the one on it now is nothing but a puppet!"

"Hehehe!"

Moria laughed loudly, scoffing, "With such a foolish subordinate as you, no wonder Hurst was demoted to the Deer Court!"

"you!"

The priest's face was already flushed. He pointed a finger at Moria, his expression turning fierce, and his fingertip gleamed with silver light.

call!

A dark shadow flashed through the room, and the priest's finger was cleanly severed and fell to the ground.

"hiss!"

After letting out a low cry of pain, the priest looked at Moria with a hint of fear, but even more so with hatred.

Moria shook his head, fiddled with the mirror in front of him, and said, "Go back! Tell Hulls that he has to deal with things on his own, and everything will proceed according to the original deal."

The priest did not answer; he healed his wounds, turned and left.

Moria waved his hand, closed the door, and looked in the mirror.

He gazed at the rushing Crown of Thorns and smiled. "As expected, Edmund's scripts never go wrong. My performance in three days will be a resounding success!"

By the time Van En returned to the east gate of the Old Deer Court ruins, he had completely composed himself.

He stepped down from the carriage and saw Götze still leisurely lying on the grass chatting with Anona. He immediately realized that this "Lord of the Moon" had a very good attitude.

After a brief chat, they boarded their respective carriages and prepared to head to the Pantheon.

Before getting into the car, Van En's gaze inadvertently drifted to the forest to the west, sensing a massacre that had taken place there, and he thought to himself...

Götze, as expected, is not the spoiled brat he seems; he quietly killed so many people.

Van En had already realized that a storm was likely to break out in Luting City soon.

But he didn't care about any of that, because at that moment, Vane only wanted to descend to the ruins of Stag's Nest to fulfill Carl's last wish: to let Teacher Leslie rest in peace.

The two men's carriage circled the city wall of the old Luting ruins before stopping near the west gate.

Here is a set of remaining stone steps that leads directly to the Pantheon.

The road was overgrown with weeds, but Vann and Götze could clear it away with a few swings of their weapons.

As he walked, Van En's gaze remained fixed on his right.

The ruins of the old Stagington Cathedral are located there, and that area has the most architectural ruins in the entire Stagington complex.

Although the towering clock tower had long since collapsed and the huge square painted with the pattern of the full moon was buried by weeds and ruins, it still matched Vann's memory.

Van En recalled his experience in the Lu Ting mystery:

He drove the Forbidden Crown here, crushing herds of skinned beasts, and had his head chopped off by Leslie's "time-stop" technique. His face...

But he always had a smile on his face.

Götze, standing to the side, seemed distracted, but he was actually keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

The fight in the woods just now, though easy for him, had still taken some effort.

But seeing the nostalgic smile that lingered on Van En's face, he couldn't help but tease, "You look like one of those historians, so interested in exploring historical sites?"

Van En glanced at Götze and smiled slightly. "Don't you feel a sense of sacred desolation here?"

Götze blinked, thinking, "Where is the sense of holiness?"

But he still chimed in, "That's true to some extent, but a full 187,653 people died here!"

Van En was somewhat surprised and asked, "How—how do you remember these numbers?"

A glint appeared in Götze's eyes as he said in a joking tone, "Young people always have better memories than the elderly, so they are also more radical and have more courage to make changes."

Van En's eyes widened; he understood the deeper meaning in Götze's words.

He swallowed hard and said, "You'd better not drag me into what you're planning to do, or I'm afraid of getting blood on myself."

"Hahaha! You're afraid of that!"

Götze laughed and said, "I now absolutely believe you are a member of the Hearst family! Your personality is just like Master Doug's; you can't be bothered with these power struggles."

Upon hearing this, Vann smiled and said, "I have a more important task, but—"

Halfway through his sentence, Vann turned to the side and extended his hand to Götze.

Snapped!

Götze extended his hand and shook hands with Vann, asking, "What are your instructions?"

Van En smiled slightly: "I wish you success."

Götze laughed heartily and said, "We young people will create a new era."

As he finished speaking, Götze's expression became exceptionally resolute, and the light shining from his eyes was as sharp as a unique sword.

Looking at Götze, Van En thought to himself, "He seems like someone who can get things done. This guy is definitely not simple."

Turning around, Van En realized they had reached the platform of the Pantheon ruins.

Remembering that two Blood Hunters were once buried here, he couldn't help but sigh, "The old era always has to pass."

A light rain began to fall, nourishing the tender new grass on the ground.