Chapter 1 Scene

Nangong Wuyue and Nangong Sanba sat on the sofa in the middle of the living room. Facing them sat Hao Ren and the other four, the scene resembling a court hearing, the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

However, Hao Ren felt the biggest source of embarrassment was still Nangong Sanba's flamboyant name...

"Laugh if you want to," Nangong Sanba sighed. He could naturally see the expressions on the faces of the people opposite him. Apart from Izhaks, the visitor from another world who didn't understand the situation, even Vivian had a subtle expression, "It's not been a day or two since I wanted to change this name."

"Is this your real name?" Hao Ren expressed his surprise euphemistically, "Uh, actually names aren't important, you can search online how many Wang Dachuis and Li Goudans are living well... Although I didn't expect a demon hunter to have this name."

In fact, he didn't say everything: just look at these siblings, listen to Nangong Wuyue's name, it's both artistic and elegant. How did it turn out that when it came to the older brother, he got a name like Nangong Sanba? And he's a demon hunter—originally, this profession was already a black society boss gang in Hao Ren's eyes, and everyone knows that every villain group must have a bunch of highly imposing names, but now the one in front of him is actually called Sanba, which is enough to prove that he is not a good demon hunter—just like a demon king named Wang Daquan definitely wouldn't be a good demon king.

Considering that saying this would not only greatly stimulate Nangong Sanba but might also cause Izhaks to recall his seemingly not-so-pleasant hometown memories, Hao Ren held back.

"The name was given by our mother," Nangong Wuyue glanced at her brother, her face full of helplessness, "She doesn't know much about things on Earth, so she simply named us siblings according to our birth months. My brother was born on March 8th, so he was named Nangong Sanba. I was born in mid-May of the second year, calling me Nangong Wuyue Shiwu is not smooth, so I was shortened to Nangong Wuyue... Uh, it's that simple."

Hao Ren looked at Nangong Sanba: "Actually... Sanba isn't a derogatory term, but it sounds a bit strange on a grown man, and it's not difficult to change your name now, you can go and change it."

Nangong Sanba's face immediately turned serious: "My body and hair are received from my parents, my family name is passed down from my ancestors, how can I change it casually? I just have a thought about changing my name, but I've never taken it seriously!"

Hao Ren stared blankly at the demon hunter who suddenly became serious, really wanting to pat his thigh and argue with him: as a demon hunter, can't you have some words that match your identity? At this time, wouldn't it be more in line with your persona to jump up and swing your warhammer and say "Holy light, this enemy is worth fighting" than to spout these few classical Chinese sentences?

"My brother is like this, especially stubborn," Nangong Wuyue sighed, "Sister Vivian, don't be wary, my brother is different from other demon hunters, he definitely won't cause you trouble, and he definitely can't beat any of you—oh, he should be able to beat 'Roll', speaking of which, isn't 'Roll' asleep yet?"

The black and white kitten was strolling past the living room. Hearing someone call it, it stopped and meowed. It looked at Nangong Sanba with questioning eyes, as if confirming whether this was a new tenant. Vivian beckoned and called the kitten over, holding it in her arms and stroking it gently, while looking up at Nangong Wuyue: "Is it because of your brother's mixed blood that he doesn't have complete demon hunter powers?"

Nangong Sanba was a half-baked demon hunter. This had already been confirmed when they first met in England. Vivian initially thought he was just an ordinary person who had obtained demon hunter knowledge, but now it seemed that he did have demon hunter blood, but it was just mixed blood.

"Bloodline is one aspect, and another reason is that the demon hunter inheritance in our family has been incomplete since my father's generation," Nangong Wuyue no longer concealed her family background and simply opened the conversation, "You should know, demon hunters and humans are not actually the same race, they are only partially similar. Demon hunters have lifespans almost as long as many other kinds of beings, so normal demon hunters marry within their own clan. The younger generation of demon hunters receive the activation and infusion of their parents' powers from birth, and when they reach the age of twelve, they begin to receive their parents' training and try to fight some independent and weaker evil spirits or other demons. At the age of sixteen, they leave their parents and are sent to senior members of the demon hunter community to receive three to five years of guidance and are introduced to other demon hunters. At this point, they are truly integrated into the group and are recognized and accepted by their own kind. This is the normal situation, and it was like this until my grandparents' generation.

"But something went wrong in my father's generation: my grandparents died unexpectedly when he was thirteen years old, and in the same year, there was an organized counterattack by the various races in Asia, and the local demon hunter organization was in chaos. My father was just a child at that time and had no time to be introduced to other senior members before he lost contact with the demon hunter clan."

Vivian nodded thoughtfully: "Thirteen years old... Just starting combat training, not yet an old stubborn, perhaps their stubborn prejudice against other races is not so serious. After all, demon hunters are also creatures with thoughts and feelings, and are subject to emotions."

Nangong Wuyue spread her hands: "That's the situation. From my father's generation, our family has lost contact with the orthodox demon hunters. My father wandered for several years and then met my mother, and then 'some things' happened, and they were together."

Once this girl Nangong Wuyue started talking, she poured out all the past events of her family in one go, saying everything she could say and everything she couldn't say, she just said a lot. This was probably to prove her candor in order to offset the fact that she had previously concealed the situation from others. Although Hao Ren didn't care about this matter, Nangong Wuyue seemed to care about it quite a bit.

Through Nangong Wuyue's narration, Vivian finally understood how that unprecedented couple came together, and at the same time understood what was going on with Nangong Sanba, this half-baked demon hunter: he was not only of mixed blood, but he hadn't even learned all the skills!

"The inheritance was broken from my dad's generation," Nangong Sanba smiled awkwardly, "After he married my mom, of course he couldn't go to other demon hunters. In fact, after that, the two elders always lived in seclusion in the mountains, for fear of being discovered by demon hunters or other races. I learned some half-baked techniques from my dad, and the only thing I learned relatively completely was runes and these—"

As Nangong Sanba spoke, he lifted the wide black windbreaker, revealing the silver crossbow underneath and some strange throwing knives, medicine bottles, wooden sticks, and other small items: "Exorcism tools, the only things my dad learned completely. I can make these things, but I'm not very familiar with how to use them. Many exorcism tools need to be used with specific mental drives. I haven't learned that, and my dad doesn't know how to teach it."

"What is your attitude towards other races?" Vivian felt that this question had to be asked directly.

"It would definitely seem too fake for me to say that I am a peace lover and hope that all races in the world can unite," Nangong Sanba spread his hands, "I can only say that I don't have any hostility towards most other races unless they actively come to cause me trouble."

Hao Ren still didn't understand many things about this maverick demon hunter: "Do you have contact with other demon hunters? Always alone? Don't they know there's a special guy like you?"

"Of course I'm alone. To be honest, I'm not very interested in those orthodox demon hunters. I know that if my situation is exposed, they will definitely cause me trouble," Nangong Sanba nodded, "The demon hunter structure is relatively loose. Although they are more closely connected than other races, they only maintain the minimum organizational form to facilitate the joint eradication of 'evil'. When there are no joint operations, demon hunters often operate alone, just like solitary hunters, so a loner like me won't attract their attention. Even if I occasionally encounter them, I can fool them with a few words. I'll just say that I'm patrolling another area and rushing to carry out a mission." Saying this, Nangong Sanba smiled slightly: "They never doubt 'their own people'."

Hao Ren nodded. He had no more questions, but for some reason, he always felt that the Nangong siblings seemed to have something else they hadn't made clear.

Vivian seemed to have thought of something: "Then the two of you are running around... It doesn't seem like you just like to travel, does it?"