The Hero in Exile

"do not move."

Just as Moran was about to turn around, he was hit on the leg by the butt of the old hunter's rifle. He half-knelt on the ground in pain.

Moran was so angry that he wanted to wait for him to let his guard down before counterattacking. The old hunter also felt something was wrong and immediately increased his force and pointed his gun at Moran.

"Have we met somewhere before?" Lingyu looked at the aura and felt it was indescribably familiar.

"Don't try to get close to me..."

The old hunter took a closer look and indeed saw a familiar face. He had only a vague impression of the girl's words, but the boy kneeling in front of him was more than familiar to him...

Although their strength was sealed, the natural strength of the demons was not comparable to that of humans, but he was unable to stand up with just one shot. Even professionally trained soldiers could not do that, let alone an old hunter who sounded like he had one foot halfway into a coffin.

"You're really ruthless."

It was fine before Moran spoke, but after he opened his mouth, he looked at Moran on the ground with a hint of doubt, rubbing his eyes continuously. Finally, when he confirmed what was going on, there was excitement, disbelief and incomparable happiness in his eyes.

"Master Moran."

Moran was also stunned when he heard this address. This familiar address brought him back to the past few years. "Master Moran, get up." "Master Moran, this is today's work." "Master Moran, is there anything you need me to do?"

"Lunster?"

This name was like some kind of switch. The hunter dropped his shotgun and removed his feet from his body. He bent down and slowly helped Moran up. Moran and the hunter looked into each other's eyes, saying nothing, as if all communication was already included in it.

So when these two met, Lingyu also recalled frantically and finally remembered that day. It seemed that there was a butler next to Moran when he broke into the Demon King's Castle. It should be him. After all, he was dressed so tightly with a hooded cloak, coat and mask, so it would be fishy if he could be recognized at the first time.

Even when the hunter removed his facial disguise, Moran was still in disbelief.

Lunster is an old man who looks very thin, with the special skin color, ears and demonic aura of the demon clan. His face is as elegant as a gentleman, but the look and aura just now were as cold and terrifying as a wolf.

"Lunster, you're still alive!"

Moran, who was still immersed in joy and had not yet recovered, grabbed Swell's arms and looked at him. The mature Swell had already remembered who the woman next to him was and without giving the two a chance he picked up the shotgun and pointed it at Lingyu again.

"Why don't you listen to my explanation first." Lingyu was afraid that his hand would shake and he would accidentally make a hole in his head.

Lunster's eyes returned to their previous sharp and cold expression.

"Lunster, calm down. The situation is indeed a bit complicated. But Lingyu, no, the hero is no longer our enemy."

Lunster didn't understand why Moran said that. He was a brave man, and one of the main reasons for the demons' defeat. But when he thought about how the two of them were lying together in harmony just now and heard what he said, he could only let it go.

Lunster put away his shotgun, put on his decorations again, and looked around: "Young Master, you have suffered. Let's clean up this place and go back to my current residence first."

After packing up their things, the two followed Lunster's footsteps to the wooden house. It was the first time they had been so close to it after looking at it for so many days. It looked a bit old, but a closer look showed that it was well maintained and there were no bumps on the wood.

There wasn't much furniture inside, but the smell inside the cabin was very fresh, just like being in a forest. Swell hung the shotgun on the clothes hanger and said, "It's almost evening. I've prepared some food here. You guys can go sit in the living room."

After that, Lunster went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Lingyu and Moran walked to the living room and said that the living room was not big, with a table and four or five chairs.

The two people who were sitting together soon heard the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen, accompanied by the aroma of meat. Moran was quite confident in Lunster's cooking skills. He had eaten his meals for several years and he knew what he liked.