Lord of Cinder in American Comics

In response to this explanation, Geralt gave a rather complicated remark.

"If Lloyd saw this, he'd be furious. You can't even use a little healing spell?"

Geralt's words made Ed feel somewhat ashamed. As a clergyman, he had to be well-versed in the sacred texts, and the name Lloyd belonged to the chief god of the White Order. Kalim, on the other hand, was a member of the White Order.

"Still practicing, still practicing..."

Ignoring Eddard's excuses, Geralt gestured to Clint and said towards the tree, "Go, cut that tree down. Hunters never bother with these formalities; they usually just take action."

With a goal in mind, Clint rubbed his hands together and headed towards the big tree. But as he drew his fire-enchanted longsword from the tree, the sky changed.

A dark cloud loomed over the area, making the whole environment gloomy.

"Ignore everything else and get started!"

Geralt urged Clint on. Clint, regaining his composure, swung his sword at the tree.

A wailing sound, like that of a banshee, pierced the heads of everyone present, causing these unprotected ordinary people to crouch on the ground and cover their ears.

Clint was also stimulated in the same way, but his body was no longer that of an ordinary person. His flaming longsword attacked continuously without stopping for a moment.

As the gap in the tree widened, the wailing subsided.

Now, those who could endure it watched as Clint's sword slashed flames through the trees, while the trees oozed black sap in an attempt to extinguish the flames.

But the sap couldn't keep up with Clint's sword swings, and the gap grew larger and larger until finally, the tree fell.

Geralt, you have to see this!

Clint seemed to have discovered something and called out to Geralt.

Curious onlookers gathered around and discovered that the center of the tree was actually composed of human bones; what were originally tree rings had become pillars of human bones.

Rowling, one half of the Warrens, was in a trance upon witnessing this scene, and she kept whispering the events that had occurred.

"Sacrifice, the witch sacrificed her own children, separating their flesh and bones. The bones were buried here to strengthen her sacrificial site, while the flesh and blood were buried inside the house to attract the next victim..."

Rowling, who was spouting strange things, seemed to everyone as if her psychic abilities had been discovered, and she kept dodging them.

Her husband, Ed, hastily used his half-baked miracle to light a ray of light next to Rowling.

Stimulated by the light, Rowling snapped out of her psychic state and let out a long sigh, saying, "I was almost discovered, thankfully the Darkness shielded her eyes..."

The Warrens' actions sparked even greater panic. The homeowners wanted to leave with their children, but after Ed's explanation that demons could not be eliminated, they could only place their hopes on these exorcists.

Geralt was examining something by the fallen tree, and he called Hill and Clint over to see if Geralt had discovered anything.

Geralt pointed to the tree's shape and said, "This tree is wrong, it's been pruned..."

A huge side branch extended from one side of the tree, which was where the witch hanged herself by strangulation, while the other branches were very thin.

"Uh... isn't this obvious to everyone?"

"What happened to the other branches of the tree that was brought to life by the witch's sacrifice? Have you ever thought about that?"

Geralt's words resonated in everyone's minds.

"So, the witch isn't the only demon?"

"Who knows? Besides, this witch who sacrificed her entire family can hardly be called a demon, just a lackey of hell..."

Geralt's words, though spoken casually, made everyone present hold their breath.

Rowling had recovered by now. Clutching the necklace at her chest, she said, "Before coming here, I obtained the Saintess's contact information. I can contact her; perhaps she can offer some help..."

Geralt was unaware that Salvador had given Irina's contact information to the couple, suggesting that they were quite important to Salvador's research.

Geralt paid no attention to Salvador's plan, but instead shared his own opinion on the decision.

"It's too late, it's getting dark soon. The saintess is talking about Irina, right? Ego wouldn't let her travel alone at night. Besides, there's simply not enough time to fly here from NY..."

Geralt's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on everyone. Facing the setting sun, everyone felt as cold as the approaching night.

"However, the most important thing now is to cook a good dinner. Leave the rest to me..."

Geralt twisted his neck as easily as if he were doing a stretch, and then walked toward the house.

Halfway there, Geralt turned around and said, "Oh, right, Clint, dig up that tree and burn it all..."

Now that Geralt is the pillar of support, the atmosphere in the house is not as heavy as before, and the owners of the house and their children have done their best to prepare a sumptuous dinner.

When Clint returned to the house covered in mud, the sumptuous dinner was already over.

Looking at the messy dining table, Clint's sad and tired eyes made everyone present feel sorry for him.

"Stop pretending, go to the kitchen yourself, I've left you some food..."

Upon receiving Geralt's reply, Clint excitedly rushed to the kitchen.

Not long after, Clint, carrying a bowl of food, walked and ate as he went, and came to the group.

"This is so delicious..."

Before Clint could finish speaking, Geralt swiftly drew his sword and severed Clint's head in everyone's sight.

Chapter 217: Sister Varak

Geralt's action startled the homeowners, who held their children in their arms and watched Geralt nervously.

"Geralt, there's no food in the kitchen, and not in the fridge either. Where did you put the food?"

Along with the sound, another Clint emerged from around the corner, complaining that he had no food to eat.

"What's going on here? Huh? Where did this scarecrow come from?"

Only then did everyone realize that the head Geralt had chopped off was just a scarecrow. The scarecrow was wearing overalls, and you could see the wooden stick supporting its body through its neck.

Geralt pointed to the food scattered on the ground and said maliciously, "Obviously, you're too late. The food has already been ruined by these things..."

Clint, on the verge of tears, squatted down to pick up the food, but gave up because it had been contaminated.

"Alright, stop squatting. Tell me what you got from cutting down and burning trees. Did you dig up five skeletons under the trees?"

Clint looked at Geralt in surprise and asked curiously, "How did you know?"

Geralt gestured towards the family who owned the house, and Clint saw the family's five children.

"You mean, the demon specifically sought them out?"

"Or what can you do? Ask them if they can find someone to sell the house to them?"

The homeowner's cooperative shaking of his head confirmed Geralt's statement.

Geralt took out water and food from his backpack and handed them to Clint, saying, "Alright, clean this place up. Another lesson for you: a hunter should always have a backup plan..."

Just as Clint finished eating and was about to drag the overturned scarecrow out of the room to burn it,

Everyone heard the knocking on the porch, followed by the sound of the door opening. A dark shadow was cast on the porch floor, growing larger and larger.

Accompanied by the shuffling sound of footsteps, a figure wearing a top hat stopped at the restaurant entrance.

Everyone present tensed up and shut their mouths, holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.

"Playing tricks, Clint, I choose you! Go! Use your sword to strike..."

Geralt stretched out his hands, put them on his hips, and directed Clint in a pretentious manner that made the children laugh.

"I'm not a Pokémon!"

Clint, sword in hand, pressed himself against the door, turned and lunged out, then swung his sword down.

All they saw was Clint's back as he turned and left, and then no sound came from him.

A few seconds later, Clint walked in carrying a lit toy, a model of a circus, from which you could see the reflection of the revolving glass inside.

"There are no monsters outside, only this."

At this point, the homeowner's youngest son revealed the origin of the toy: "That was a toy that Valen gave me..."

Holding her child, the woman said nervously, "We just moved here, we definitely don't have any friends, and the child has never left this neighborhood..."

Meanwhile, the Warrens were nervously flipping through the documents, finally figuring out who this Warren was.

"One of the children who went missing from this house was named Warren..."

Hearing this, Clint felt that the toy in his hand had become a hot potato, and he looked at Geralt, wanting to ask for help.

"Take it to the next room, and then stare intently at the revolving lantern inside..."

Skeptical Clint left and went next door.

Lorraine Warren stared wide-eyed at Geralt, saying incredulously, "I saw a demon in that circus toy... and you just let him go like that..."

However, Geralt acted as if he hadn't heard, and simply brought over a chair and sat down in the middle of the room.

Seeing Geralt's composure, the others in the room also calmed down, scattering around Geralt and waiting in the same manner.

Not long after, Clint's exclamation came from next door, followed by the sounds of fighting and breaking wood.

Geralt, you tricked me again!

With a shout, Clint lay on the ground, kicked from one side of the porch to the other by a thin leg.

Then a tall monster with thin legs and arms, dressed in a black tuxedo and wearing a top hat, stepped across the kitchen doorway and walked toward Clint.

As the monster passed by, it even took off its top hat and pointed it at the people in the restaurant.

As the gate shattered, Clint's battle with the monster continued into the courtyard.

Ed Warren picked up the kitchen fire tongs, held them in his hand to encourage himself, and prepared to go help Clint.

However, Geralt stopped him. Looking at the puzzled crowd, Geralt simply said, "This is a matter for the hunters. The rest of you should not interfere..."

Geralt's intervention prevented anyone from leaving the restaurant. All they could do was listen to the deafening sounds of battle echoing through the courtyard, awaiting the outcome.

Finally, a black top hat flew into the restaurant and landed in front of Geralt.

“I cut off its head because I didn’t bring the children with me…”

Clint appeared in the kitchen doorway, covered in mud, with scratches on his face, and speaking breathlessly.

Applause erupted from Geralt, who for the first time openly expressed his approval and appreciation for his apprentice.

"Well done, you can take a break now. Then we just need to wait for the final monster to appear."

At this moment, Hill, who hadn't spoken for a long time, asked, "Can't we take the initiative? Do we have to wait for the demon to make a move before we can fight back? Can't you pinpoint the exact location? Like that glowing bug."