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

However, Van En also happened to want to go shopping in the Dreamland.

So he pulled his legs back and rested his head on Katya's strong, powerful thighs.

But he still felt a little strange about using a lap pillow, so he turned his head to look at Rolinsa:

"Hasn't the church improved the sleeping posture of hunters?"

Lorinsa nodded first, then shook her head:

"We've experimented with other positions a few times, but because hunters release their accumulated killing intent and bestiality when they sleep, this position is the only one that works..."

"Head to head is too close because it would harm the mind of the sleeping nun, while other positions that are too far apart would result in a poor dream-entering effect, so..."

"Okay! I understand." Van En waved his hand and then asked:

"So who invented this position?"

Lorinsa paused for a moment, then pointed at Vane, her expression initially showing suspicion, before she said with relief:

"That's true. The Hearst family has always been too lazy to teach their hunters history lessons, according to the records... even if it's history they created themselves."

Fan Enqian chuckled twice to cover his embarrassment, feeling Katya's slightly rough hand pressed against his forehead.

He took a deep breath of the peaceful and serene fragrance around him, which carried a cool, moonlit quality.

"Sleep well, sleep well, dear hunter, may you have sweet dreams..."

Katya's gentle voice reached Vann's ears, causing him to quickly close his eyes and drift into a dream.

……

Sweet Well Village.

Underground secret passage.

Ethan walked into the leftmost of the three-way intersection once again.

He held a short staff inlaid with pale green gemstones in his hand, tapping it against the stone wall beside him as he spoke:

"Are the people from Sweet Well Village here? I am Ethan, Sir Francis's butler. My young master sent me to fetch the rest of you to take refuge in Maple Leaf Castle."

Seeing that there was still no response, 'Ethan's' face hardened, and he whispered:

"Damn it, where are these guys hiding? I've been searching for a full hour and haven't found a clue!"

"Ahem!"

After coughing twice, Ethan spoke again in an urgent tone:

"A large herd of beasts will be arriving soon. This blood mist has escalated to a mid-level disaster and is no longer able to be dispelled. Come out and follow me!"

Ethan's voice echoed through the passage, but there was still no response.

After a few seconds of silence, Ethan's left corner of his mouth curled up, and he chuckled strangely:

"Hehehe, if the rats won't come out of their holes, you can force them out and crush them, whether you use water or smoke!"

Ethan took out a whistle and blew it sharply.

beep—

Beep beep—

The piercing whistle, like the pre-show din in a theater, reverberated back and forth in the underground passage.

Soon, a dozen or so blood-red beasts jumped down from the tunnel entrance, muttering nameless whispers as they began to rummage and grope around in the tunnel.

Suddenly, the butler's figure grew taller, gradually transforming into a tall, fat, black-robed monster with a mottled, old mask covered in worn-out paint.

The extra turned around, looked at the beasts behind him, and grinned maliciously:

"Mice, the fire is coming!"

A cold, piercing green flame suddenly ignited on the emerald staff in his hand, appearing particularly eerie in the dim underground passage.

Tang Ji stood quietly at the entrance to the underground cemetery, his eyes as blue as jewels, his expression cold and stern.

A blue light shone from his body, which could not be concealed even by his black robe, flowing back and forth like water.

Tanguy leaned on a copper-colored metal cane with his right hand and said in a low voice:

"Tonight, Tanguy William Gallagher joins the hunt!"

……

"This time it was much faster than last time, and we got straight here."

Van En looked up at the massive triangular stone lintel of the Blood Hunting Road Cathedral and noticed a grand relief of figures on it:

There were thirteen hunters dressed in various hunting outfits, carrying hunting weapons, and wearing triangular and round hats.

Each of them exudes a powerful aura. Although they are just simple white reliefs, one can still feel the chilling killing intent emanating from these thirteen hunters.

The faces of the thirteen hunters were mostly covered by their hats, and the faces of the ten people behind them were very blurry, but the lower half of the faces of the three leaders could be seen clearly.

In addition, these ten supporting hunters are also sculpted smaller than the first three hunters, creating the impression that they are ten surrounding the first three hunters.

Van En looked at the hunter in the middle and saw that he was carrying a meat saw that was more than twice the size of his own, and a short-barreled double shotgun was hanging at his waist.

His chin was very thin, and there was a deep scar running down from his nose.

"Doug Hearst."

Van En looked at the words under the relief, read out the hunter's name, and then looked to the side next to him.

The woman on the left is a tall female hunter with a faint smile on her face, giving off an air of complete control.

She leaned against a curved longsword under her left arm, her head tilted towards Doug Hearst.

"Maria Lenster, Katya and her ancestors~"

Van En looked at the last person.

This primal hunter stood very straight, wearing the most exquisite hunter's uniform, with a white chrysanthemum hanging on his chest, and his figure was so slender that he was somewhat frail.

His hands rested on a silver cane, his posture and demeanor calm and experienced, like a steward in charge of affairs.

Van En stared at the cane for a few seconds, then asked in surprise:

"This guy doesn't have any weapons on him? Hmm, is a walking stick a weapon?"

Finally, Vann glanced at his name:

"William McCallett..."

After sighing, Vann walked toward the entrance of the Blood Path Cathedral, only to find that the door was closed again and still required both hands to open.

With a helpless laugh, Van En pushed open the door and said:

"Who would have thought that William, the seemingly most composed and reliable Primal Hunter, would have descendants who betray the Healing Church?"

Upon entering the Blood Path Cathedral, a notification sound immediately rang out:

Congratulations! You have reached Hunter Level 3 and unlocked the History Room. You can check out its functions and uses yourself.

Van En looked to the left side of the hall, where a silver light shone.

"Unfortunately, the time for entering the dream was too short this time, and I didn't have time to look at these things."

Van En shifted his curiosity away from the history room, quickly went forward, and sat down in his seat.

He looked at the pale yellow paper on the table, smiled, and picked it up:

"When you left last time, you added me as a friend, but I didn't have time to check it. I don't know what my first friend will be like."

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"Holy crap! Where did this come from? These swindlers, they really are... hahaha!"

Fan En originally wanted to complain, but seeing such a familiar style, the tension in his heart brought about by the continuous battles dissipated by most of it.

He laughed heartily, feeling that the ferocity he felt from the killing had diminished considerably.

"Your Excellency Van En, please hurry! You'll wake up in fifteen minutes!"

Katya's shout came from above, causing Vann to shrug. After responding, he muttered:

"It feels like being dragged out of bed by my mom in the morning."