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The administrator replied: "Alas... I'd rather die beneath the flowers... Even as a ghost, I'd be romantic... So how did the one in the middle die?"
"Police officer: The one in the middle... him... it's a real tragedy... he was walking down the street... when he suddenly heard he'd won the lottery... a prize of over 7 million..."
"He was laughing heartily... when he was hit by an oncoming car... and... died on the spot despite attempts to save him..."
The administrator replied: "Alas... he truly doesn't have the fortune to enjoy the rest of his life in luxury... What about the remaining one?"
The police officer remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking—
"Police officer: ...This one's death is a bit pitiful...he was struck by lightning while climbing a tree..."
The administrator had some doubts and asked: "...This is a bit strange. Why would someone who's been struck by lightning still be laughing?"
"The police said: Because after he climbed the tree, there was a sudden flash of lightning... He thought... someone was taking his picture..."
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After hearing the joke, no one spoke; everyone just clutched their clothes tightly.
It's cold, so cold...
"Hey, why aren't you laughing? Isn't this joke funny? I'll try another one—"
Seeing that no one was laughing, the clown tapped his head in frustration and began telling the next joke.
"A polar bear was sitting alone on the ice, bored out of its mind, so it started plucking its own fur to play with. One, two, three... until it had plucked out all of its fur, and then it froze to death."
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"Uncle Clown, do you have any more lollipops?"
Just then, she ran up to the clown, her innocent big eyes wide open, begging for a lollipop.
If I don't eat something to replenish my energy, I'm really going to freeze to death.
"Oh, of course, lovely lady... I have strawberry, orange, grape, green apple, natto, wasabi, and cola flavors..."
"Stop, stop, stop. Strawberry flavor is fine, we don't need the others."
The more she listened, the more she felt something was wrong, and she quickly shook her head, indicating that the ordinary fruit flavor was enough and she really couldn't handle the other things.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
"We've arrived. This should be where they're going to camp."
Rosen looked at the flat, natural terrain in front of him and said in a deep voice.
"What? Here? But there's no trace of anything here?"
The veteran frowned and carefully observed his surroundings, but found no trace of anything. He then turned to look at Rosen in confusion.
"No, I don't feel anything."
The half-demon spoke haltingly.
"Of course, there really aren't any traces, so even bringing in police dogs wouldn't help—"
Rosen crouched down, his hand gently touching the ground.
"But these are nothing compared to what I have!"
Nature Hunting in the Forest —
Merciless Hunting
This is a powerful new skill brought by Rosen's new profession after completing the mission. This profession specializes in pursuit and hunting.
"You think you've done a good job cleaning? Now, this is my hunting ground!"
Bloodthirsty Hunting -
A crimson emotion gradually filled Rosen's heart.
Several individuals with keen senses noticed Rosen's sudden change; the bloodthirsty and chilling aura made them want to step back and give Rosen some space.
Chapter 326 A Low-Level Mistake
"Hey everyone, I have natto-flavored lollipops, wanna try some? Hehehe—"
Just as the group was about to take a few steps back, they heard a voice that sounded like a shop owner promoting products. Only then did they realize that there was an even more terrifying person behind them, and they had no choice but to stop backing away.
"Hehehe, I've found you!"
Rosen seemed like a completely different person. His tone was full of mockery and bloodlust, and his grin resembled that of a ferocious animal hunting its prey, its sharp teeth seemingly ready to tear its prey to shreds.
Unless time can be reversed, I know every trace you left behind!
"Get your weapons ready and come this way."
Holding the modified compound bow on his back in one hand and an arrow in the other, Rosen bent down and walked quickly and quietly in a certain direction.
"call out--"
The sound of something cutting through the air this time was not caused by the clown, but by Rosen.
A steel arrow, gleaming with a metallic sheen, was shot out at some unknown time, piercing through the dense foliage and mercilessly piercing the head of a small animal.
After shooting the first arrow, Rosen did not rush over. Instead, he held the second arrow in his hand before cautiously approaching.
He shot a black rabbit.
"Ah, a rabbit. Rabbits are nocturnal, so it's not unusual to see one in a place like this. But should we call you lucky or were we just too stupid? We completely overlooked a very obvious problem—"
"Why would snakes appear in such a cold place instead of hibernating? It's already December, it makes no sense that they're not hibernating."
Rosen mercilessly pulled out the arrow, wiped it clean with a piece of paper, and put it back in his quiver, ignoring the rabbit on the ground.
"Although I really want to show off my outdoor barbecue skills, I dare not eat anything here right now. Everyone, we still have a long way to go."
We've already guessed what kind of enemy it is.
It should be a nature profession like Druid.
What a tragic fate!
Hunters and druids are both professions related to nature.
The relationship between these two professions is also quite complex.
One belongs to humankind, the other to nature.
There are hunters like the Ranger who protect nature, and there are also hunters like the Merciless Hunter who kill indiscriminately.
(Moreover, every hunter's dream is to capture a druid as a pet.)
enemy.
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On the other side, the old man was deep in thought with a gloomy face.
He naturally heard what Rosen said.
This forest is full of his eyes and ears.
He knew everything about these people's every move.
That's why he has such a gloomy face here.
As a high druid, he actually made such a basic mistake.
Although he was a druid specializing in plants, he also had knowledge of animals.
But, but——
He actually made such a basic mistake!
how can that be!
Even without these mistakes, the hunter boy would have been able to find his way back, but this error is unforgivable.
No, no...
I shouldn't have made that mistake...
The old man carefully recalled when he set up the "sentinels," but found that he had no recollection of it!
He took a deep breath, inhaling the slightly chilly air and feeling the oxygen penetrate his body and react with certain organs. He then exhaled a gas of unknown composition.
The old man stretched out his hand in front of his eyes; his weathered hand was covered with uneven wrinkles, like the mottled marks of trees.
He has lived for a very long time.
Before that, he had lived in seclusion in this forest, detached from worldly affairs.
He ignored all sorts of people—explorers, tourists, campers, and those creating animal/plant specimens—except for occasionally picking up trash left behind by these people and helping to treat the animals and plants. He maintained a reclusive lifestyle.
Until the last meeting held at the Druid Headquarters, which required all Druids stationed abroad to attend.
There, he saw—he felt—
He found it, he finally found it—
A mission that belongs to me!
Praise be to my Lord!
He muttered to himself, then his hand pierced his own eyes and pierced into his brain.
"Ahhh-"
An aged yet resolute roar resounded, and the fingers inserted into the brain transformed into countless tentacle-like branches, spreading densely along the brain's grooves throughout the entire brain.
.......
Ten minutes have passed...
An hour has passed...
The ruptured eye discharge had long since dried, turning into a stain that bit into the old man's face, but was almost invisible because of the wrinkles on his face.
Finally, the old man made a move.
He removed his fingers, which were covered in some kind of dried liquid, from his eye socket, and a cloudy eye quickly regenerated in the empty socket.
"Something was interfering with my thoughts at that time. If I hadn't thoroughly examined my memories like this, I probably would never have realized it..."
"Unforgivable! How dare anyone offend the Lamb of my Lord!"
The old man angrily waved his fist at the air to vent his anger.
Although he longed to tear apart a sacrifice's body and drink its blood, the sacrifice was clearly more important, and he couldn't afford to make any more mistakes.
"Phew, have those people tracked us down there already? There's no way we can hide any longer."
A fierce glint flashed in the old man's eyes. He plucked a leaf from his belt and handed it to the vines climbing the wall.
"Tell them to launch a full-scale attack and hold off that group! If possible, kill them."
A large mouth with teeth opened on the vine, swallowed the leaves, and disappeared. The old man, unfazed, walked to the lower sacrificial site.
We need to speed things up.
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"Gentlemen, prepare for battle! Something is coming!"
Rosen was examining the marks when he suddenly looked around, his expression changed, and he instantly nocked an arrow and aimed it with a back-and-forth motion.
"A lot of things, further on, to our side."
The half-demon's expression changed as well. He quickly checked the magazine in his submachine gun, then crouched down and looked around.
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Even magazines/clamps are considered sensitive words...
Chapter 327 Invincible Wind and Fire Wheels!
"Oh ho ho~ It seems we've become unwelcome guests... Ah, wait a moment, I'll show you something good."