Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 91 Both sides think the other is too stubborn
Reso of Guleta is a cruel and cunning demon hunter, but his clumsy and dull appearance hides the truth well. Just like at this moment, after hearing his companion's boasting, the sturdy man showed a brief but obvious hesitation on his face, and it seemed that he took some time to understand.

"Did you catch any important fugitives? That's good." Reso's voice was as rough and heavy as his appearance.

"He's just a pretty boy, nothing special." The hooded man with a sharp voice said with a bit of sarcasm, "But what he did was quite extraordinary; a duke was going to dig out his heart and feed it to his wife. You still remember the rumor, it spread all over Toussaint, Anglin, and Nasir."

"Remember, Duke Raymond of Toussaint." Letho walked closer and looked Dandelion up and down. "So it was him. He actually escaped back to the north? He's lucky."

"We are more fortunate. Although we have to cross the mountain again soon, as long as I have money, my legs are still strong. Maybe I can also listen to the romantic stories of the poet and the duchess to relieve my boredom along the way!"

Several witchers looked at the poet's pale face, as if they were seeing a pile of white and golden coins; the three of them laughed at the same time.

But some people were not happy.

Lin You waved his hand and said, "Hey, have you forgotten that I was the one who discovered this person? I am the one who will collect the reward."

The boy's small stature forced him to hop while speaking, which made it easy for people to mistakenly think that he was furious, and he even ignored Milva's dissuasion.

The female archer smelled danger from the three demon hunters.

"Hey, where did this rich young master come from? Toussaint is such a far place, you can't go there; besides, you should not lack this reward money, right?" The hooded man with a sharp voice seemed to be giving kind advice, but his sinister tone was easily threatening.

It was because Lin You was wearing exquisite clothes, and it was obvious at first glance that he had a high status, so the demon hunters were reluctant to talk to him.

These Viper School demon hunters were not idiots whose brains were burned by the Trial of Green Grass; although the shirt and hunting vest on the boy were from the 20th century and were very different from the style of this world, it was easy to see that these strange clothes were all made of exquisite materials and were finely tailored.

"Thank you for your concern, but I think that what belongs to me is mine." The rich young master obviously did not understand the good intentions of the demon hunter. "If you want to take him away, you can buy him with money. Considering the risks of going all the way to Toussaint from here, I can give you a discount on the price."

"Don't you understand what I said, or do the adults in your family not understand either?" The hooded man turned his threatening gaze to the female archer.

Fortunately, Gaunter O'Dimm always likes to lower his presence, otherwise he would have been glared at by the Viper Witcher anyway.

"I understand, but I insist." As soon as Lin You said this, before the other party responded, Milva had already bent her bow and put an arrow on the string. When the female archer was alert to the danger of the demon hunter, she strung her bow in advance.

"Oh, you're actually a little troublemaker." The hooded man didn't even look at the little boy. His eyes swept over Milva, especially staying on the obviously unusual good bow for a moment. His expression and tone were much more relaxed.

An excellent archer with good equipment, but too close.

If the distance between the two sides was 200 feet, in such a flat and open place, I would definitely take my brothers and turn around and leave; but now, the distance between the two sides is only ten steps...

"Woman, take your young master and get out of here right away, otherwise... uh-huh..."

The hooded man hadn't finished his words when his lips suddenly stuck together like melted wax; he was horrified by the sudden change.

At this time, the hard training he had received since childhood and the experience he had accumulated from years of wandering around various battlefields began to play a role. The three demon hunters simultaneously locked their eyes on the boy who had always been despised, because the snake-shaped pendants hanging on their chests were frantically sending out warnings.

Before he had time to think about why the pendant had no reaction before, three vipers drew their daggers at the same time and pounced on Lin You.

But the magic worked even faster. A wall of fire that spread over ten meters and burned fiercely rose from the ground, blocking the three demon hunters and scaring away the crowd. Some of those who were closer and slower had their clothes burned by sparks. The hooded man with his mouth sealed was the first to fall to the ground. He was closest to Lin You, and he stopped suddenly to avoid the fire wall that was so close. He lost his balance and was hit by the unavoidable "fainting".

Because his mouth was sealed, he was unable to put the Quen Seal on himself.

The two demon hunters behind reacted in time. They did not run away because it would be foolish to expose their backs to an excellent archer at this time; of course, they did not foolishly crash directly into the wall of fire.

While putting on the protective seal, Reso had also put on a large linen cloak, wrapped his body in it, and rushed into the wall of fire.

The flames ignited the cloak, but the demon hunter, who seemed to be clumsy in his movements, threw the cloak away the moment he rushed through the wall of fire, and his body was intact - at this time, having no hair became an advantage, so that he would not have to suffer the pain of having his hair singed by fire.

Lei Suo crossed his arms in front of him to protect himself, the two short swords at his feet flashed coldly, and he kept moving forward; at this distance, he would not even need half a breath to kill the boy with his sword.

But when the demon hunter stepped down, his feet suddenly softened, as if he had stepped into a swamp. The originally hard road surface had turned into a bottomless mud pit without knowing when. As soon as Leiso stepped down, his heavy body suddenly fell uncontrollably.

Normally, if a person suddenly misses a step while walking, they may sprain their ankle, let alone when running at high speed? The force originally applied to the legs to stabilize the lower body has in turn become a force that hurts oneself.

Letho let out a slightly painful groan; under extremely unfavorable circumstances, this master demon hunter of the Viper School displayed a dexterity and reaction speed that was inconsistent with his burly body.

The sturdy body did not instinctively try to regain balance, but instead accelerated and fell in the direction of the missed step. In a split second, Reso made the only effective counterattack; he knew that his legs were stuck in the mud and he could not exert any strength, but his hands could still do so.

After the sprint, the witcher was only six or seven steps away from the mysterious and powerful boy in his eyes, which was already within the killing range.

Two daggers flew out of his hands, one flew to the boy's forehead, and the other flew to the female archer's heart. Even when he lost his balance, the demon hunter could still aim at the enemy's vital points.

However, Letho did not expect these two daggers to hurt his opponent. His purpose was only to disrupt his opponent's rhythm.

The demon hunter had many opportunities to deal with warlocks. The knowledge and experience handed down by the school told him that no matter how powerful a warlock was, the thing he feared most was having his spellcasting rhythm interrupted.

As long as he interrupted the boy's rhythm, the rest of the work would be handed over to his other brother, Serrit.

When Letho used his cloak to block the flames from rushing through the wall of fire, Serrit was only a little slower and leaped into the air, crossing the wall from the other side.

There was no need to remind them out loud. The tacit understanding developed from fighting side by side for a long time would allow Serrit to make the correct judgment and attack at the right time by following up with his thrown dagger.

　First update

　　Let’s not talk about how many times a day we update, let’s just calculate it by the number of words. The minimum number of words updated every day is 6,000.

　　Normally they should all be released in batches after dinner time. If divided into three chapters, it is possible that the third chapter will be released after midnight, which is late but it will be there.

　　If I have something urgent to do and update less one day, I will definitely make up for it later.

　　Believe me, I won't joke about perfect attendance because it's all about money.

　　
　
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