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

The town of Putuo, shrouded in blood mist, resembled a small boat in a storm, appearing weak and powerless.

The violent blood mist scraped against the city walls and towers, like a cat teasing a mouse.

Most of the town's residents had taken refuge in their homes, but they were still trembling with fear. Only when they saw the silver light shimmering on the city walls and streets through their windows did they feel a little safer.

Many people looked toward the low hill in the northwest of the town, gazing at the brightest buildings, the town hall and the cathedral, while some prayed that the upper class would save their lives.

Some people were cursing under their breath, praying for the moon goddess to punish them, and some were even secretly plotting to break some of the silver blood lamps so that the blood mist could kill the upper class there.

But they also knew that they were just indulging in wishful thinking. Now that martial law had been declared, they would be arrested and imprisoned if they dared to go out.

……

Inside the government hall meeting room in the northwest of Putuo Town, five elderly people with gray hair sat in front of a huge brown pear wood table.

These five people were the most powerful people representing the government and the church in Putt Town.

Three of them were dressed in elegant printed white shirts and black swallowtail suits, top hats, and gloves with gold thread patterns.

Each of the three wore three gold badges on their chests, from left to right: a scale, a seal, and a wooden stick.

The three gold badges also represent their respective positions—judge, chief minister, and sheriff.

The other two were dressed simply in the most basic gray robes of the Healing Church, with only silver crescent and full moon badges hanging on their chests.

Even though there were only 5 people, they stood on two sides, staring at each other.

The man wearing the crescent moon badge is Reno Putston, the principal of the Putton Healing Church School. He is the youngest person present, only 58 years old.

Even within the healing church, they are considered young, precisely the kind of "adventure-seeking age" that older priests and scholars describe.

Renault was also the church history teacher that Katya feared the most.

He was tall and burly, with a bald head and a thick beard, and looked fierce.

Seeing that the three government officials opposite him were feigning death, Renault slammed his hand on the table, stood up, pointed at their faces, and roared:

"The hunters' scouts have returned! Sweet Well Village in the northwest has been destroyed by blood mist and wild beasts! How much longer must we wait!"

The three officials took out silk handkerchiefs to wipe the drool from their faces, and the chief administrator in the main seat glanced at the sheriff on his left.

The sheriff wrapped a silk scarf around the phlegm he coughed up, threw the luxury item—worth a month's food expenses for an average person—on the ground, and explained to Renault with a forced smile:

"Headmaster, I know you're worried about the students who go back to harvest the crops."

However, this blood mist happened very suddenly, only two days ago. Everything must be done properly, otherwise I will have a hard time dealing with the church's accusations in the future!

There are only seven hunters in our town. Five of them have been sent out hunting, and the remaining two are preparing and will be leaving soon.

"Bullshit! We're not sending you to be a hunter and drive away the blood mist. If your musketeers had set off when the blood mist first appeared, they would have brought the people of Sweet Well Village back long ago."

The sheriff's smile froze. He took out a silk handkerchief, wiped the drool from his face, threw it forcefully to the ground, crossed his arms, and said calmly:

"Sweet Well Village has only a few people, and it's nearby. They're descendants of Master Maria, and Sir Francis is also nearby; he has nearly 20 armored soldiers!"

The sheriff paused, gave a strange laugh, and said:

"Sir Francis might be leading them on their way here right now!"

"Hey! I really want to punch you to death!" Upon hearing this, Renault flew into a rage and raised his iron fist to smash it down.

But just then, the High Priest of Putratt beside him stretched out his arm, stopping Reno, and said in a low voice:

"Stop! Have you forgotten you're a clergy member of the church now?! Get out and reflect on your actions!"

"Hey! I was wrong! High Priest Claude." Reno stared with bloodshot eyes, slowly sat down, and then realized that he had been expelled from the meeting.

Renault suddenly stood up again, glared at the sheriff, strode out of the conference room, and slammed the door shut.

……

After Renault left, there was a two-minute silence in the meeting room before things started moving again.

The town judge and sheriff left one after another, leaving behind only the two most powerful old men in Putt.

Claude Lewinsky is 73 years old this year. Although he is very old, his eyes are still bright and piercing.

The high priest of the church looked at the silent minister opposite him and asked:

"Old Wells, where have all the musketeers in town gone?"

Wells Pippen, the evergreen of Putt, is 79 years old this year. He looks incredibly old, with a layer of powder on his face, but it can't cover the spots on his forehead and cheeks.

He slightly raised his eyelids and sighed:

"Claude, my old friend, you know. The two villages in the southwest of the town have the largest population, so when I saw the beacon fires of blood mist coming from Maple Leaf Castle, I sent the musketeers over there."

Claude slowly lowered his head and said:

"Is there really no other way?"

"That's all."

"Sigh!" Claude sighed, then looked up again, meeting Wells's eyes with a barely perceptible smile playing on his lips.

"Then all we can do is pray that the moon goddess will protect them."

"Yes! Their ancestor was Master Maria, one of the sharpest swords of the Moon Goddess. They will pull through."

The two nodded to each other, looking towards Maple Leaf Castle, their expressions becoming very complex.

High Priest Claude and Chief Administrator Wells stood up, walked to the window, looked in the direction of Sweet Well Village, and each pondered their own affairs.

Older people think slowly, and after ten minutes, Wells finally asked:

"Old friend, how's your grandson Karl doing with the medication?"

Claude smiled.

"Very good, that kid's strange illness has improved a lot. He can stand up now, and with the blood therapy, he should be fully recovered soon."

Wells exhaled, gazing out the window at the carriageway at the far end of his field of vision, and noticed something amiss:

"Huh? Old friend, I can't be mistaken, can I? There seems to be a silver glint of a carriage over there, coming from the direction of Sweet Well Village!"

Claude's face stiffened. He squinted and looked over, discovering the silver light gliding through the blood mist.

"Hiss! The blood mist in Sweet Well Village seems to have thinned out a bit!"

Wells's new discovery plunged Claude's heart into despair. He forced a grotesque smile, and a dagger slipped from his sleeve into his hand.

"Really? I need to take a closer look!"

Claude walked up behind Wells, gripping the blackened dagger tightly, and said:

"That's certainly true! It seems that Master Maria and the Moon Goddess really did bless them."