Don’t Mess with the Yordles

　　 "Of course, I rushed over as soon as I saw your news, I hope you haven't been attacked by the devil."

　　 Reid smiled and joked, but Bertrand kept his face sullen and didn't mean to laugh.

　　 "Well, let's talk about business."

　　 Reid felt that Bertrand did not receive the [Smiling Face Welcome] medal. It was really not unreasonable. After all, the medal would not work even if he wanted to give it to Bertrand.

Because it was a popular vote, it was voted by the residents of Bandel City, and everyone in Bandel City liked Timo’s usually kind Yordle even more. Bertrand was scornful all day long. , It would be weird if everyone would be willing to vote for him.

　　 Everyone respects his strength and contribution, so he can get all the other awards, but if you don’t like his character, you don’t need to give him the [Smiley Face Welcome] medal. The Yodels have such a true temperament.

　　 "Captain, that despicable demon can't seduce me, only lustful men will become her food."

Bertrand’s face was very calm, but Reid wanted to laugh a little, because he and his badger bear were so alike, it was almost like carved out of a mold, there really is any kind of owner. What kind of pet.

　　 "I know you are not interested in human female individuals, so have you found anything about her?"

Reid held back his smile and began to ask Bertrand about "Evelyn". If he laughed out, Bertrand would definitely be angry. Although it would not be great, it was somewhat disrespectful. This old friend.

　　 "It has been several days since she last ate. I think she should be looking for a new target. After all, the devil can never endure hunger for long."

Bertrand’s investigation has already had some eyebrows. The last victim was discovered a few days ago. During this period, he has been hidden in the city. He did not find any Vastaya exchange. There were no traces of the typed person, and no more victims appeared.

　　 "So that guy should shoot again soon."

　　 Reid understands Bertrand's meaning, but it is not that great for them to find Evelyn. After all, the scale of this port city is not small, and there are too many men who can be targeted by Evelyn.

"Even she doesn't only target men. If she's really hungry, the devil won't mind tasting the pain of women. It's just that men will be more convenient to seduce. After all, she cut out a good skin for herself. ."

　　 Reid couldn't help but sigh. This kind of hunt lasted for a long time. It was really difficult for them to catch the demon hidden in the dark shadow, because the range they wanted to hunt was too large, and they were always taken everywhere.

　　 "If she hasn't realized the danger, then we still have a chance. If she has found your trace, then she is probably far away from the city."

　　 Reid pondered, but he didn't give up. After all, they still have a chance to catch Evelyn here. It is not his style to give up without trying.

　　 "You have to believe in my ability, Captain, since I didn't find her, then she must have not found me either."

　　 Bertrand is very confident. As a veteran ranger of the Bandel Scouts, his stealth tracking ability is very good, no worse than his frontal combat ability.

"hope so."

Of course, Reid believed in Bertrand’s abilities. After all, if Evelyn had to say anything, Bertrand was already an elite ranger when Evelyn became conscious. Bertrand’s experience is comparable to that of Evelyn. Much richer.

　　 That young demon will be caught several times by Reed and the scouts by the tail, which has already demonstrated her immaturity, at least still a little bit tenderer than the Yordles.

　　 As night falls, Evelyn's figure and the night are perfectly integrated. She walks leisurely on the lively streets of the port city, her eyes are gleaming, but only the most venomous eyes can notice.

　　 Crowds of drunks, sailors, and prostitutes were talking on the street not far from her, naively unaware that they were being watched by the demon in the dark.

Evelyn’s gaze was locked on a man lying in the gutter. He was still holding a bottle of beet wine in his hand. If it were normal, she wouldn’t even look at this kind of person. Will take a look.

But she hasn’t eaten for several days now. She finds that she is so desperate that she is seriously considering it. Although only for a while, she is really considering whether to eat this man, because it is easy to do it, she Just take him into any alley, away from the bright lights. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Damn Yordle."

　　 Evelyn cursed. If she hadn't been hunted by the Yordle all the time, she wouldn't need to hunt so cautiously. Seeing a cockroach crawling across the face of the drunkard, Evelyn decisively abandoned the goal.

This drunk was already drunk and numb. Such a walking dead couldn’t give her pleasure at all, because she might even need to peel off his entire arm to make him let out a scream, this kind of prey simply It's not worth her time.

　　 Evelyn continued to move forward, sliding gently in the shadow of the port city. She passed the other two drunks, passed a beggar who was begging, and passed a couple who were bickering, her face could not hide the disgust.

All these people can’t bring up Evelyn’s appetite, and hurting these people is like taking off the petals that have withered. She is more willing to pick out tall and strong daisies for herself, because only such flowers can be picked. Time to bring her the greatest satisfaction.

　　 Evelyn prefers to consume her own pain, rather than to taste the pain of those people themselves, which will greatly destroy her eating experience.

　　 "Human beings are too fragile, their desires are too narrow, the time available for play is too short, and their pain is always fleeting, and the taste of clear soup and water is just barely counted as a meal."

　　 Compared to human beings, Evelyn wants to get the pain of another kind of creature more, she is thinking about it day and night.

She longed to be able to catch the Yordle with black and white fur, she would torture him fiercely, feeling every stab, every bite, every trace of flesh and blood that was plucked away by sharp claws, that kind of scene, She just thought about it in her head, and she was so happy that she couldn't breathe.