Chapter 24 That Person is Me

"Okay," Alan responded after hearing Geralt's order and ran to the inner room.

When he walked out again, he had two golden coins in his hand: "Brother, here you go. When will you treat me to roast lamb leg again?"

Crown stretched out his hand, but the boy did not let go of the golden shield.

If you can't give a specific time, you won't get paid.

He smiled, calculated the time and said, "The day after tomorrow night, I will treat you to a meal at my house and let you see my real cooking skills."

As soon as he finished speaking, Alan's hand loosened and two little cuties fell into his palm.

Putting the golden shield back into his pocket, Crown pulled a chair and sat down, then asked, "Have you found any clues about the evil spirit?"

The boy shook his head. "The bodies of the victims were burned, and the house where the incident occurred has been purified. We searched the rooms where the recent incidents occurred, but found nothing. Tomorrow, the teacher and I will go to Skunk Street to visit the place where such an incident first occurred in the town. I heard that there is a survivor."

Isn't that me?! Just as Crown was about to respond, Geralt's cold voice rang out, like a winter wind blowing through an icy forest.

"According to the description of the priest and the patrol team, such a powerful evil spirit would not leave any survivors. That person has a special physique, which should be very suitable for the evil spirit to inhabit."

"Teacher, didn't Father Nick say that the man had already been baptized in the church? If he was possessed by an evil spirit, there would be no reason for him not to reveal himself, right?"

The demon hunter snorted coldly and said with a hint of mockery: "The abilities of evil spirits are varied. It is not surprising that some of them can resist the holy power of exorcists. I encountered it once a few years ago. Besides, Nick is just a junior exorcist."

"A person who was possessed by an evil spirit only had a slight fever after drinking the holy water, and he recovered completely soon after."

"Tomorrow, I will carefully check the survivor. With my strong spiritual sense after two trials with the Green Grass, the evil spirit will definitely have nowhere to hide."

"Hmm," Crown coughed twice and said awkwardly, "Actually, the survivor of the Skunk Street incident is me."

"Ah, it's you?" Alan opened his eyes wide and turned around his chair several times.

The witcher also stood there in a daze. In his spiritual perception, the young man was like sunshine, warming people's hearts.

The auras of evil spirits are all cold and chilly, and their spirits emit a foul odor.

Facing the two men's burning gazes, Crown felt a little embarrassed.

The room fell into an eerie silence, with only Alan's footsteps clearly audible.

After a brief silence, Geralt seemed to remember something and picked up a dark red wooden box from the table.

There is no decoration on the box, and the color of its wood is just dark red.

He opened the box, and Crown discovered with his sharp eyes that it was covered with a thick layer of white velvet, with several small oval glass bottles lying quietly inside.

Geralt took out one of the bottles, which was filled with fine silver sand.

These fine sands were floating inside, and under the oil lamp, they emitted tiny bits of light, like stars gathered together in the sky.

The witcher uncorked the bottle and placed his index finger on the mouth of the bottle.

His fingers were like magnets, and bits of star sand floated upward and wrapped around his fingertips.

After recorking the bottle, Geralt uttered a difficult word: "Axe."

The star sand on his fingertips suddenly became as bright as the Milky Way. Clown only felt that after the silver light in front of his eyes became brighter, the room was filled with a faint fragrance, and he felt like he was walking in a place where jasmine flowers were blooming.

Geralt's brows were furrowed, and the scar on his left eye looked even more hideous.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "There is no reason for the evil spirit to let you go. Do you remember what happened?"

Klauen shook his head. His previous incarnation had no memory of this at all.

The real 'Crown' only remembered going to bed early at night as usual, and when he woke up the next day, his soul had been changed.

After thinking for a while, he gave a half-truthful answer: "I just remember that it seemed like something squeezed into my body, and it was very uncomfortable. When the priest in the church performed a sacred ceremony for me, I felt a big octopus with tentacles and eyes appeared in my mind. The monster burned in the light of the priest's holy emblem. After a few days, I found that my consciousness could reach a magical place where there was a silver hourglass cast in bronze."

"That is to say, you did not become a warlock through blood awakening, but became a spirit control master without taking any magic potions. What exactly is your ability?"

"Oh, sorry," Geralt immediately added, "Don't tell me, that's your own secret. I'm more curious about why you are not affected by the evil spirit at all. I can feel the malice from other spirit masters to a certain extent, but you don't have that kind of malice at all."

The demon hunter was very confused at this time. Because the spirit master restrained the evil spirit in his body, the two formed a symbiotic relationship.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Even if the spirit master does not use the power of the evil spirit, the evil spirit will still reveal its evil nature over time.

Crown spread his hands and uttered a few words that represented the highest level of pretending to be confused: "I don't know."

Too much talk will lead to mistakes. Letting the listeners to imagine the answer themselves may give them a more reasonable answer.

"Then why didn't you tell the priest in the church?" Alan, who was standing next to him, asked in confusion.

His answer was a matter of course: "I think it's because I'm afraid. There's an inexplicable thing in my body. If I tell it out and get burned on the fire, who can I turn to for justice?"

"So the supernatural events that happened later were caused by another evil spirit. Teacher, where are we going to investigate tomorrow?"

The white-haired demon hunter looked serious. "Just wander around the town or nearby fields. Now we can only wait for new victims to appear."

"Sir, according to what you said, now that I have become a spirit controller, what should I do in the future?"

"I don't know much about spirit controllers. I only know that they will become more and more extreme under the subtle influence of evil spirits. As for how they become stronger, I don't know. Now that you have become a transcendent, you can integrate into this circle and ask other spirit controllers for advice. As far as I know, spirit controllers are all worried about how to stay sane. But through observing you, I found that you have no such symptoms at all."

They talked for a while, but the witcher didn't say anything.

Clown stood up and said goodbye. He still needed to practice making the boiling blood potion all night.

The bright moon lit up the way ahead, and he took steady steps, hurrying back home.

When he walked to the door of his house, took out the key and was about to open the door, he suddenly stopped.

There's someone in the room!

(End of this chapter)