Exorcist's Self-Cultivation-Chapter 613 - 610 my name is Alfaria

Chapter 613: 610, my name is Alfaria. Chapter 613: 610, my name is Alfaria. Village Chief Puton’s analysis was spot on.

He was a hunter.

And he knew many secrets.

The information he deduced from this was extremely accurate.

In some sense, Du Wei indeed had inextricable ties with the Vanity Sect.

His undercover career was slightly short.

Well…

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But even if he had joined only for a day, he was a member of the Vanity Sect for that day.

Moreover,

In the distant past, Du Wei was the mastermind behind the scenes, the owner of the Vanity Sect.

Just that…

His temperament was indeed very similar to the people of the Vanity Sect.

Deep down, both revealed an indifferent coldness from within, and that peculiar temperament mixed with coldness and reason.

Thus,

Du Wei said to Village Chief Puton with admiration, “Your analysis surprises me, I am indeed from the Vanity Sect, and my purpose here is also for that Ghost Ship.”

Village Chief Puton said with his back to him, “But why is Your Excellency the only one who came?”

“I can feel that the power hidden in your body is not strong, you might be underestimating that Ghost Ship a little too much.”

Analysis is analysis,

But the result is the result.

For Village Chief Puton, a hunter who had lived for decades, his skepticism was very strong, and he couldn’t possibly believe anyone.

In fact,

He was spot on.

Even though Du Wei was a hunter, his strength relied on external forces, and the Mark’s abilities were not meant for fighting, more akin to shaking people.

Given enough time,

He could gather a Legion of Evil Spirits that would send shivers down any hunter’s spine.

Of course…

He now looked down upon ordinary Evil Spirits.

Du Wei, looking at Village Chief Puton, said calmly, “I have never underestimated that Ghost Ship, in fact, I know much more information than you.”

“Moreover, you trust your feelings too much.”

“Why would you think I am weak?”

No sooner had he finished speaking,

A dark shriveled face appeared instantly in front of Du Wei.

Village Chief Puton did not hesitate to take action.

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His hands were like withered branches, his fingernails blackened, with a sharp cold light, stabbing towards Du Wei’s heart.

Thud…

The sound was muffled.

An Evil Spirit Scalpel appeared bizarrely, blocking Village Chief Puton’s hands.

The shadowy figure silently stood in front of Du Wei.

Those bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on the elder hunter before him.

A chilling coldness spread in an instant.

A stronger, more terrifying malice caused Village Chief Puton’s complexion to change.

The shadow’s movement occurred in just a flash, too quick for anyone to react, as it took another Dagger in the reverse grip, stabbing towards Village Chief Puton’s head.

The shadow had turned into a Demon Spirit long before,

And after leaving Hell’s Gate for the second time, it had also been amplified, stronger than before.

As a bodyguard, it would kill any being who harbored malicious intent towards Du Wei.

Village Chief Puton tried to escape.

But to his horror, he found his hands seemed to be sucked in by the Evil Spirit Scalpel, completely unable to break free.

He could only watch as the Dagger magnified endlessly before his eyes.

The tough old black skin was sliced, a sharp chill penetrating the flesh, pressing against his cheekbones.

Indescribable excruciating pain…

But at that moment.

Du Wei’s indifferent voice rang out, “Stop.”

The Dagger was about to pierce Village Chief Puton’s head, to kill him outright.

But now Du Wei had called a halt, and the shadow naturally did not proceed; it immediately retracted the Dagger, yet even so, the Dagger still scraped across Village Chief Puton’s cheek, flesh laid open.

It had barely missed blinding his right eye.

At this instant.

Village Chief Puton’s face was covered with blood, and as he looked at the shadow before him, the blood-red eyes staring at him made his heart shudder.

It was so close.

He had come so close to the complete end of his life.

The fear between life and death was the most devastating.

What Village Chief Puton found even harder to accept was that, from beginning to end, that man from the Vanity Sect stood in place, not retreating a single step.

The man’s gaze was frightfully cold.

The way he looked at him was more like looking at a dead man.

“I’m sorry, I should not have attacked you.”

“I just thought that the strength you displayed and the power shown by the people of the Vanity Sect were too far apart; I should not have doubted your identity.”

“Sir, please forgive my impulsiveness. I have had dealings with people from your Vanity Sect and almost joined you once.”

Village Chief Puton submitted right there on the spot.

The reason he attacked Du Wei was simply that he felt the person before him was not strong, and moreover, his objective was the Ghost Ship; resolving matters with him sooner would prevent him from disrupting his plans when the Ghost Ship appeared.

But he had never expected.

This seemingly frail person had a Demon Spirit following him around.

And a terrifying one at that.

Du Wei watched Puton indifferently and then kicked him in the stomach.

He sent him flying with the kick.

Puton’s hands were freed, and as he fell to the ground, he tried to run away, but before this thought even finished, an Evil Spirit Scalpel was pressed against the back of his head.

He did not dare to move.

The shadow stood behind Puton, the dreadful malice completely enveloping the hunter, ready to kill him at any moment.

“Sir, considering I nearly joined you, please spare me this once.”

Village Chief Puton’s gaze drastically changed; while enduring the pain on his face, he tried to use words to save his life.

Du Wei glanced at him and after a moment’s thought, asked, “You almost joined the Vanity Sect, was it Mercer who approached you?”

Before revealing his identity as a duke,

it wasn’t Mercer’s intention to pull him into the Vanity Sect, but rather to use him, to turn him into a masked Demon Spirit.

The real potential members had never shown up.

Village Chief Puton dared not nod and said in barely open lips, “Yes, it was Lord Mercer who found me, but after a while, a monster from the Victorian Era that had survived joined in, and I lost contact with Lord Mercer.”

Du Wei nodded.

He said, “Considering Mercer’s part, I won’t kill you for now, but whether you can survive depends on your performance from here on.”

Village Chief Puton’s eyes shifted slightly, “You want me to go with you onto the Ghost Ship?”

Du Wei spoke calmly, “You’re smart, and I like to communicate with smart people.”

Village Chief Puton hurriedly said, “Rest assured, I will definitely retrieve that Stele for you; and if you don’t disdain it, I am willing to stay by your side and be your dog.”

His attitude couldn’t have been more submissive.

But Du Wei smiled at him, “I can give you that chance.”

Then, hesitating slightly, he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Sir, my name is Puton; you can just call me Puton.”

Puton sighed with relief in his heart. Du Wei’s hesitation was noticed by him, and he had also asked his name, clearly considering taking him on as a dog.

At this point.

Puton again struck while the iron was hot, “Master, when the typhoon comes and the waves sweep across the coastline, the Ghost Ship might appear in the dead of night.”

Du Wei nodded in satisfaction, “Very good, you have a better sense of timing than my previous subordinates.”

Puton was ecstatic, “I’ll be your most loyal subordinate.”

After finishing, he added, “By the way, Master, how shall I address you?”

His abilities were related to curses; as long as he knew someone’s true name, he could cast a curse on them.

Du Wei looked at him deeply, his tone complex as he said, “You may call me Alfaria.”