Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 24 Ambush the Hunter
Light shines from the depths of the green forest, and the dawn has arrived.

A small tavern near the town gate. There are not many taverns in the town, and this is one of them.

It was inconspicuous, but there were quite a few people in it, including residents of the town, merchants, guards, and some hunters who came to take a break from selling their goods.

The dishes are very cheap, and there are also some ordinary food and drinks.

"Squeak-"

The door opened and a figure walked in.

Then, the lively atmosphere in the house suddenly became quiet, because almost everyone in the town knew this visitor.

Because he is - a witch hunter!
Even after being patched up, the witch hunter's hunting clothes still looked tattered.

On his body, countless obvious threads stitched up the dense bloody wounds, which mixed with the original runes on his skin, making it look even more terrifying.

But the most terrifying thing was that one of the witch hunter's arms and legs were replaced with the limbs of a tiger.

At the fracture, you can still see the hideous suture marks!
"Master Witch Hunter...what would you like to eat?"

The tavern owner asked.

"A glass of wine."

The witch hunter said.

A metal wine glass was pushed in front of the witch hunter, with a layer of foam floating on the wine in it.

But the witch hunter didn't look at the glass of wine. His bloodshot eyes stared at the boss:

"Has this tavern changed owners?"

"Yes, the previous boss has been ill recently, so I'm taking care of him for the time being."

The boss spoke calmly, but the witch hunter did not take his eyes off him:

"You ever met me?"

"Which townspeople don't know the great righteousness of the witch hunter who is ridding the people of harm?"

"Then where does your murderous intent come from? And... it seems like the other people in your tavern also have some opinions about me?"

The witch hunter looked around, and the bloodshot in his eyes twitched as if alive.

"That's it..."

The tavern owner nodded and said, “Eight years ago, my brother was a guard in the town. He was sent by the bishop to set fire to the forest and died.

Five years ago, my sister entered the church, and now I know that you murdered her."

"So, you're here to seek revenge on me?"

The witch hunter narrowed his eyes slightly, and the muscles on his face twitched. "Oh... Since you can't deal with the bishop's magic, you want to deal with me first, since I was seriously injured in the battle with the witch?"

"Yes, Master Witch Hunter, it will be much easier to let the Bishop go after you die."

As the tavern owner spoke, the next moment he raised his wrist, pulled out a dagger from under the counter, and stabbed at the witch hunter in front of him!
But then, the dagger was cut off, and at the same time, a large amount of blood spurted out from the tavern owner's throat!

And the moment the action started, the whole tavern was boiling!
Everyone stood up and took out the weapons they had hidden in advance!
In the seat closest to the witch hunter, a man disguised as a guard pulled out a heavy sword from under the table, stood up, and was nearly two meters tall - it was the guardian knight!
Everyone rushed forward using the posture they had practiced beforehand.

They didn't care about their own lives at all, and their faces burned by drugs were filled with rage for revenge!

"What kind of mental magic can't even handle this kind of thing?"

The witch hunter's monster-like face twitched a few times, and his scarred hands grabbed the hunting knife.

"Heh... so many people are dying. Fortunately, their wounds have been stitched up. Otherwise... it would be really troublesome!"

……

"Puro, can they... succeed?"

Looking at the street in the distance, Lake asked with some worry.

"It's difficult. They've been locked up in the dungeon for too long, and their bodies have been severely damaged by the drugs. As for the witch hunters...

I don't think such a ruthless guy would come back without any strength!"

Just then, a priest walked into the hall and approached the Poro who looked like a bishop with an anxious look on his face. "Get ready, Lake.

Seize the opportunities…that those people created with their lives.”

Outside the church, the witch hunter limped in, carrying a bag stained with blood.

His face was gloomy. The two animal limbs that had been temporarily connected had broken apart and could no longer be used. Many of the wounds on his body that had been stitched up had also reopened.

There were even a lot of new injuries.

Drops of blood rolled down from the hunting knife in his hand.

"Has anything happened in your town recently?"

The witch hunter stared at the Poro-disguised bishop for a few seconds, confirming that there was no mistake in his aura and appearance, and then asked.

"A witch in red came from the forest, raided my dungeon, and released many of the 'experimental subjects'."

Poro explained, "She is immune to my mind control and is very difficult to deal with."

"It's okay. I just killed all your 'experiments'."

The witch hunter said nonchalantly, and with the hand he could still raise, he took out a green, shining crystal core from the bag behind him.

"I've retrieved the Heart of the Forest. Your...will-forging potion, should we be ready to start now?"

"Of course, my materials are ready, and I can start refining today."

Poro looked at the crystal core, then turned to the expressionless Lake and said, "Lake, prepare some healing medicine for the witch hunter."

After hearing this, the witch hunter shifted his gaze to Lake's face on the side.

Looking at that flawless face, the witch hunter's already red eyes suddenly surged with an uncontrollable murderous intent!
"Is this... the new meat dish you found? Do you still use it? If you have used it - can you let me destroy it?"

The witch hunter stared at Lake, his words revealing undisguised murderous intent.

He knew that under the Bishop's mental control, no one would care what he said.

Lake, who was standing aside, did not change her expression, as if she had not heard it.

"Of course, if you're in a hurry, you can come with me to the room now... I've also prepared appetizers."

An imperceptible chill flashed across Poro's eyes, but he still had a smile on his face, disguised as a bishop.

"You are still so particular."

The witch hunter's skin and flesh began to tremble slightly, and Poro and Lake both felt the icy murderous intent that was as tangible as a substance!
"I can't help it, right now! I can't wait—to kill her!"

Poro didn't know why the witch hunters always had such murderous intentions towards beautiful girls.

But he still deduced this characteristic of the witch hunter from the contract, clues and records left by the bishop!
"Okay, let's go to the room now and welcome you!"

Poro said this without surprise, as if he really had been friends with the witch hunter for many years.

Deep in the church, there was still the room filled with blood and wronged souls. Poro led the witch hunter into it, as if it had been repeated many times.

The witch hunter walked into the room and took the "healing potion" handed to him by Lake and drank it all.

Lake's appearance made him feel no wariness at all.

What I do have is just the irrepressible murderous intent!
"Where's the appetizer? The one on the bed?"

The prey looked towards the bishop's large bed. Under the covers was a human-shaped bulge.

"Yes, she was a very beautiful and virtuous woman. I didn't change my cognition this time. Her crying made me a little annoyed, so I let her fall asleep first."

Poro explained, leading the witch hunter to the bedside.
"Wake her up and start. Tell me what torture instruments you need and I'll send someone to get them for you."

Poro spoke naturally, as if he was a pervert who regarded human life as worthless!
And with the murderous intent in his mind, the interceptor's misleading words, the news that the mental potion is about to be refined, the Poro's disguise and acting skills... plus the influence of Lake's [Little Red Riding Hood·Cute Girl] power.

The witch hunter didn't suspect anything and leaned over, reaching out to grab the bed sheet.

Lift it hard!

(End of this chapter)