Chapter 42 (2/2)
“I’ve already been through so much for so long so, why should I keep worrying about small matters like this? “Vivian looked at Hao Ren’s wallet forlornly as it bulged in his pocket. She then quickly shifted her gaze elsewhere as she went, “By the way, do you know how a real demon hunter looks like?”
Hao Ren perked up with interest in the topic, “How do they look like actually?”
“Based on what I’ve seen thus far, they prefer black garbs when they are out hunting. Earlier they had a hunter getup and later on, some tight-fitting, western style clothes… Those from the east wore something out of the kung fu flicks… They looked about as drab as one could be. Otherwise, they look and dress pretty much like normal people do. That aside, they are also usually rather shady and reserved, consciously hiding their identities to avoid detection. Don’t even start about divulging their identities. Some will even kill innocents if they suspect that their identity has been compromised. Additionally, the hunters are very very good at blending in, at being ‘normal’. They are somehow able to assimilate into the crowd, regardless of time and age. When people were burning witches, they joined in. When Napoleon was at his prime, they sang praises about him and so on… As you can see, they are masters at hiding their identities. How the people look like on the streets, that’s how they’ll look like with layers and layers of false impressions as well as identities. Hence, I really don’t think that Mr. Nangong is of any real threat. No self-respecting demon hunter would boast about their trade, even in the harshest of times. It’s almost a taboo in their creed.”
Vivian nodded as she finish explaining. “So… I think we are just being overly nervous now… I’m nervous about the hunters and you are nervous about your first mission… I think we just got scared silly by a swindler of an exorcist…
Hao Ren nodded in agreement. “Hmm, that’s true… but should we really just take it easy now?”
“Precautions are still a must.” Vivian shook her head. “While the guy certainly doesn’t look like a real demon hunter, I think he may have met a real one before since, he did know about their origins. The ‘work’ that he talked of seems legitimate as well. I’m guessing he could be the pawn of a real demon hunter. Those sly bastards will pull this trick at times. So, let’s just be careful not to let that Mr. Nangong detect anything unusual. Otherwise, I don’t think he poses much of a threat. We are here to look for someone not fight after all.”
Hao Ren concurred and the whole discussion on Nangong ended there.
At this point, Lily had gone through all of the channels and could not understand what was on TV. Looking bored, she threw the remote control aside and clambered towards Hao Ren’s back. “Hey, Mr. Landlord, can you talk Raven 12345 into giving each of us an MDT? You’ll never know if you will meet a new person in the near future. If that person ends up being a foreigner, it would be very embarrassing if you don’t understand him.”
Hao Ren sniggered. The dumb werewolf had finally thought of something actually useful. Well, it was more for understanding the TV program she was watching however, it was a pretty convincing argument. While he was getting ready to explain about the team system, something on the TV caught his attention. “…The Yorkford Castle near Brewshire has been attracting a good number of supernatural enthusiasts as of late…”
Hao Ren quickly turned to look at the TV program and saw that an interview was going on. A blonde, blue-eyed Caucasian woman was standing by the broadcast van with a microphone. Behind her, was a rock littered plain with a complex of ruins near the far end. Beside her was a short, stocky old man in a white T-shirt. He obviously did not look like a TV crew member. The man sported a full face beard and was slightly bald. His shirt looked a little worn. He seemed like a local farmer in the midst of being interviewed.
“…Now, we are looking at Yorkford Castle. It very much fell into ruin so, we can’t actually see the actual structure. As there are no roads leading up to the ruins, the broadcast van can only stop here. I will be going into the castle ruins in a moment to let those of you at home have a close up view of the building. The female interviewer explained the current scenario and gestured to a stocky, old man. “Mr. Angus here, was the first person who sighted supernatural happenings in the castle…”