Chapter 167 White Cat and Demon Hunter

Then, he put down the steel sword and drew out the black sword blade, and then exclaimed: "Dark Night Meteorite! Where did you get this thing? Did your employer give it to you again?"

Dick shook his head: "I got this after I killed a werewolf. What is this Dark Night Meteorite?"

"It can actually kill a werewolf!" The disabled demon hunter couldn't help but look at Dick more, and began to explain patiently:

"Dark Night Meteorite is an extremely rare meteorite from outer space. It is said that it comes from the depths of the distant starry sky. When it passes through the atmosphere, it is baptized by extreme high temperature and high pressure, and its internal structure has changed.

"Well, the best attribute of this Dark Night Meteorite is its extreme toughness and it is difficult to be destroyed.

"So, if you want to melt it, the process will be difficult, right?"

The broken-legged demon hunter laughed, "It's difficult for others, but for me," he said this, with a proud look on his face.

He snapped his right fingers, and a large cluster of flames about half a meter long appeared at his fingertips. After more than 10 seconds, it slowly dissipated.

"I have a very high level of attainment in the Fire Seal. I can slowly use the furnace to melt the Dark Night Meteorite, and then integrate the Dragon Tear Gem into it. But it will take a little longer."

"How long will it take?"

"Are you going to melt both weapons?"

"Yes, except for Ivan's steel sword."

"It will take about 5 days."

"By the way, I also want to make a set of Lynx armor." Dick took out the fork-tailed dragon leather he had hunted before.

"Good stuff, good stuff!" The two demon hunters praised in unison.

"This can make two sets of Lynx armor, but if you want to improve the quality of this armor, you may only make one set of armor."

"What do you mean?"

"We need to have both the flexibility of light armor and the defensiveness of medium armor, so we may have to try and make mistakes." The blacksmith with a broken leg said concisely.

Then he looked at his armless companion, "I will be responsible for smelting the long sword and making armor this time, you come to help me, understand?"

"I understand, you big head ghost!" The armless blacksmith kicked the good leg of his legless companion, and the latter, in turn, used both hands to scratch the ball-shaped itchy flesh formed on his arm.

Dick saw that the two had a very good relationship, and took out the crab limbs of the [Crab Spider Queen].

"I have this one, please take a look."

The two stopped thinking, looked at the materials and began to evaluate:

"This is a good material for making heavy armor, but it is useless to you."

"Okay, how about the fee?"

"For our peers, we only charge a very low cost fee. How about this, you give us this pair of crab limbs as a fee?"

"Deal."

"Then I will pick up the goods in 5 days."

"Go, go, don't bother us two disabled people anymore."

Dick left and went to the castle of the Lynx School.

At the door, he met a person.

Alexander glanced at Dick with a sly look and smiled, "Dick, you're back too."

Dick knew that the reason for his change in attitude towards him was because of his previous conversation with Bell and his group, which made Alexander think that Dick had been valued.

But Dick didn't want to waste more time with such people, "What are you doing here?"

"Raven needs my help. It is said that there is only one child left out of the dozen children who went there last night, and that child is still a little old. I don't know if he can survive.

"I still have to deal with those bodies later."

Dick nodded, opened the door and walked in.

And Alexander also knew that Dick didn't want to talk to him more, so he went straight into the living room and turned left to the basement.

Just as he was about to go back to the room, Dick heard a meowing sound from the corner.

Looking over there, he saw a big snow-white cat tilting its head and looking at him, with confusion in its blue eyes.

Dick learned from his memory that this was the white cat he had raised, and it should have been nearly 6 years old, if converted according to the age of ordinary humans, it is already a middle-aged cat.

He walked in front of it, squatted down, and stretched out his hand. The white cat did not dodge, and let Dick scratch his head at will.

Dick thought about it again, took out some dried meat from his bag and handed it to the white cat. The white cat held the dried meat in his mouth, tilted his head, stared at Dick with his blue eyes, and then ran to the side with a cat-like step, chewing and swallowing carefully.

Dick watched it eat food like this, and suddenly remembered that every demon hunter in the Lynx School had to raise a pet. When they finished their studies, they had to kill their pets by hand to prove that they had become hard-hearted and would not hesitate.

But now considering his relationship with Master, he would never force himself to do such a thing.

This white cat also survived.

"By the way, what is the name of this cat?

"I remember I haven't given it a name yet."

Dick muttered to himself, and then thought:

Since it is snow-white and furry, very cute, like white jade, let's call it... 'Snowball'.

He glanced at Snowball's hind legs again:

Oh!

There are actually two bells, it seems to be a little princess.

After a while, in the basement, Alexander pulled a cart with a tightly tied corpse and walked up with difficulty.

The bodies of the five or six children on the cart were only eight or nine years old, and the youngest was five or six years old. They all died in a miserable state, with naked upper bodies and cracked skin. Some of them had even become alienated and no longer looked at.

Dick only glanced at them and didn't look at them any more.

Alexander wanted Dick to help, but he knew it was hopeless, so he didn't say much. He pulled the cart panting and took the bodies outside the door to deal with them.

He forgot to close the door of the basement, and Dick could clearly hear the painful screams inside, which were the wails of the only remaining children.

"Ms. Raven, I... I can't hold on any longer, please kill me! Ah ah ah!" His voice was sometimes weak and sometimes excited.

"Carter, hold on a little longer, I will use my magic to comb your body's tissues and organs." Raven said gently.

"But Ms. Raven, the other companions are dead, I will definitely not survive, I..."

Dick felt a little upset when he heard this. He admitted that if Master wanted to disgust him, he did achieve it.

He was about to go back to the room, but Alexander's words came from the basement, which made him stop.

"I...actually I want to survive, I want to become a demon hunter and repay Dick for saving my life!"

...

There are several neatly-made iron beds in the basement, more than a dozen of which are covered with blood and meat, and the bodies of seven or eight children are lying on the rest of the iron beds.

The surrounding walls are filled with various flashing energy stones to keep the inner room clean, bright and at a constant temperature.

Raven looked focused, frowning, with both hands facing the boy on the iron bed in front of her, with a faint light on her hands, and she was continuously casting spells.

The boy looked very ordinary, and looked to be twelve or thirteen years old. He was the child soldier Carter that Dick had saved before, but he was actually only 10 and a half years old.

He was now full of needles, which were connected to a blood transfusion hose and finally connected to a translucent glass container on the iron cabinet beside him. The container was filled with an unknown, turbid liquid with bubbles.

There were two ports on the instrument. The inlet would inject the liquid medicine in the instrument into his body, and the outlet would inject Carter's own blood into the liquid, thus completing the circulation.