Chapter 372
In fact, he is not very consistent with the teachings of the witcher.
Witchers kill monsters and don't get involved in politics.
But John is not like this. His reputation as the second king of the magical world is accompanied by the bones hidden in the soil of the garden.
After walking a certain distance, John found a place to start his own wild survival again.
There was a wizard in the city, and he didn't want to go there and join in the fun.
Finding a place to make a campfire, John sighed.
"He ate my venison and my fish." He was very melancholy.
I didn't eat anything in the morning, so I finally grilled two fish.
As a result, one was eaten.
I’m starting to miss Daphne’s meals.
Although I don’t know what it tastes like, the texture is very strange.
But at least it can make itself full, instead of having to think about where to grab something to eat now.
…
Furui came over again.
She looked at John's profile and suddenly asked, "Do you believe in fate?"
Fate?
John paused, thinking of Harry.
Speaking of it, he personally destroyed Harry's destiny, or the destiny that was arranged for him.
Furui came over and sat down, John moved a bit, but still didn't get up and leave.
"I have decided to leave here tomorrow."
John was stunned.
Just leave if you leave, what does it have to do with me?
I'm not the mayor.
Also, I remember we just met in the morning, and we haven’t even met each other for 24 hours a day.
Not that familiar, really.
But Furui didn't seem to think so. She had been paying attention to the demon hunter in front of her since she entered the city.
She turned her head and raised her hand as if to keep warm, but she quietly approached John and said, "When I was a child, my mother would poke my forehead with her finger."
"She would say she would pay a silver coin to know what was going on in my head."
John didn't want to know what was going on in her mind. Anyway, he was thinking about whether to catch two more fish.
The fish tastes pretty good.
When he came to his senses, a hand was gently touching his cheek.
What caught her eyes were those rippling eyes.
John decisively turned his head to avoid it, leaving Furui stunned.
The deflection of her hand seemed persistent, and John dodged again.
Furui was a little annoyed now.
The atmosphere is here, what are you hiding from?
There is dry wood, and there is a strong fire.
I'll bring the wine myself, and I'll be right next to you.
Fury stared at John, asking him to give her an explanation.
John didn't know why.
No, we have only known each other for less than a day.
What do you mean by this?
"I like you, Yadani." Furui confessed directly with seemingly endless tenderness in her eyes.
John was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing that he was unmoved, Furui said a little hurt: "You think I'm a monster?"
"no."
"So you have someone you like?"
"no."
"Am I not pretty enough?"
"No."
John couldn't get enough of it, and Furui went a little crazy and said, "Why is that?"
"Because I am only fifteen years old and underage." John said very sincerely.
"How old?"
Fury looked at John blankly.
Looking at the black cloak on his body, he showed his angular and handsome face.
A few white hairs the color of moonlight were faintly visible on the black hair.
The blood and violence that came from the killing gave John a wild aura.
The look between his eyebrows was ruthless and decisive.
But if you look closely, there seems to be a vague childishness on that handsome face.
Tell me, you are underage?
Westerners generally like to be more mature, but because of John's temperament and appearance, he covered up the immaturity.
Furui smiled reluctantly, "Are you kidding?"
"No," John said, "it will be considered sixteen years later."
Furui: "..." You told me that I am flirting with a little boy now?
And he almost got together with someone?
I was talking so seriously before, was I asking a child under the age of sixteen?
"I need to calm down." Furui covered her face with her hands.
John said you were free.
After a while, Furui perked up.
What's wrong with being young?
Isn't that a bonus item?
She looked at John, hesitated, and said seriously: "I don't mind."
"I mind, thank you."
John's ruthless answer made Furui's smile freeze.
Polo nudged John with his head to indicate that he was hungry.
Let this awkward atmosphere lighten up a bit.
Furui took a deep breath and said, "I'll leave tomorrow."
"Hope to see you again, Yadani."
Her voice disappeared into the forest, and the person had gone away.
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Chapter 398 I made a choice
There seemed to be a profound meaning in Furui's words.
John spent the night in the field.
He really missed the tent in the other world.
"I thought I could catch one or two magical creatures, but it seems impossible."
Unwilling to give up, John walked around the forest again, but found nothing.
There were some squirrels crawling up and down the trees carrying nuts.
John reached up and caught a falling squirrel.
I poked the squirrel's bulging cheek with my finger, and the nuts inside fell out.
Putting the squirrel down, John walked over to Polo.
The huge bear skin is still on Polo's back. He is not short of money now, so carrying the bear skin is a bit in the way.
"Just make it into a cloak."
Thinking of this, John mounted the horse with the bearskin and set off towards the town.
Although he could make it himself, with this time, John thought he could find a place to sell the ring.
There are tailors in the town, and when I left yesterday I saw one at the market.
"Let's leave when the cloak is ready."
After completing the experience without encountering any magical creatures in the town, John was ready to go to the next place.
Reentering the town, John noticed something was wrong.
He looked up and saw that the round tower was still there, and there was a bit of a bad feeling in the market.
I found a tailor shop, and the owner was a woman who still had charm.
Her eyes sparkled when she saw the bearskin.
John paid two gold coins and asked her to speed up the process for him.
The boss nodded repeatedly. Such a big business had not happened for a long time.
Walking out of the tailor shop, John was going to sell a ring.
He was used to spending galleons, so he was very generous with his moves.
This left him with little money from selling the ring.
Although Emily still owed herself a large amount of money, the money had not yet been paid.
He couldn't find a place that sold rings.
Instead, I met an old acquaintance first.
It's not right to say they are acquaintances.
They only met once.
In the pub yesterday.
Fury's men.
The fierce bald head blocked John's way.
In his hand was a two-handed knife that looked untouchable.
There were six people behind him, holding different weapons and looking at John eagerly.
"Here you are." The bald man stared at John fiercely, "The lesser of two evils, Demon Hunter."
Today happens to be a festival in the town, but no one dares to come from that direction.
