Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

Fortunately, when he was dealing with the body of the petrified cockatrice, in order to remain vigilant, he still did not turn off the demon hunter's senses, allowing him to clearly feel that there was some kind of powerful monster coming here a few hundred meters behind him.

Judging from the scene just now, it should be a high-level monster like a deer-headed spirit.

The deer-headed spirit is a lover of nature and peace, and it used to only move around in one-third of an acre of its own land.

It seems that the fight between him and the monster accidentally alarmed this powerful monster.

"Okay, let's go back. Huh? How did you take out the head of the petrified cockatrice?" Dick looked at Bunyan standing aside in surprise.

"I don't know, I'm just doing it casually. This thing can't be eaten, so why don't we throw it away?"

"No need." Dick smiled, "This is a good thing and can be sold for a good price. By the way, are there any big merchants in Odinburg?"

"Huh? Master, why do you ask this?"

"Because this head is our common harvest, the coins will be divided equally after the sale."

The two returned to Odinburg and came to the market.

Because Bunyan said on the road that a dwarf jeweler passed by recently and he might be interested in the head of the petrified cockatrice as a collectible.

The surrounding vendors looked shocked when they saw the woodcutter and the witcher entering the market together.

One of the vendors was a little brave and shouted: "Bunyan, where were you last night? Why are you with the master witcher?"

"Hey, I'm going to the Black Forest to chop wood." Benyan stopped, and the witcher also stopped.

Then Bunyan said loudly: "I encountered a monster. Fortunately, my boy was smart and found Master Demon Hunter Dick to save my life. Otherwise, I would have become the monster's food."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true." Bunyan put his hands on his hips, "Look at the Master Demon Hunter. He pointed at Dick's body. Did you see the scar exposed on the leather armor on his front?

"It was hurt by the monster called the Cockatrice. He was injured all because he was trying to save me."

"Is this true? I'm afraid you're not making this up, Bunyan, right?"

The vendor's voice became quieter and quieter at the end, because he felt that these words might offend the witcher.

According to the past nature of this demon hunter, he would teach himself a lesson. Unexpectedly, Dick did not move. He just opened the bag containing the petrified cockatrice head and displayed it to the surroundings for a week.

The vendors exclaimed one after another, and some diners buying food also gathered around.

"This is such a big chicken head! Is this a petrified cockatrice?"

Dick said solemnly, "This is what Bunyan and I hunted together."

"What? Benjen can help too?"

Dick nodded slightly.

"Of course I can help. Although the effect is relatively small, I still helped the master demon hunter." Bunyan said proudly.

At this time, the crowd started to stir, and two tall and strong guards opened a path, and out of this passage came a dwarf dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing a jewelry ring.

Dwarfs are also a race in this world.

There are humans, dwarves, dwarves, and elves in this world, but humans are the main body.

"As expected, it is the head of a petrified cockatrice. Demon hunter, please give me a price. I, Val, want it."

"Are you Val, the great jeweler?"

"Not bad. I didn't expect good luck to come to me. I was looking for some monsters to collect recently, so I came here and met you. Isn't this just fate?"

"For 50 crowns, will I sell you this petrified cockatrice head?"

"make a deal."

Val waved his hand boldly, while Dick secretly smacked his lips:

Oops, I didn’t expect this businessman to be so generous. I just asked for more. I always feel like I’m at a loss.

Of course, the witcher did not suffer any loss, it was just that Val happened to not care about the value of this collection.

After taking a money bag, Val warned again: "Witcher, your name is Dick, right? I know your reputation. Although..."

He laughed a few times, "But seeing is believing, I can see that you are a very good demon hunter.

“If there is another giant monster head in the future, you can still come to me.

"Of course I may not be in Odinburg, but my servants will be stationed here for a long time.

"Don't worry, just hand over to them. The address is..."

Then he gave the address of his jewelry store here.

"I understand. Goodbye then, Val."

"Goodbye, Dick."

Waving his hand, Val left under the escort of his entourage, while the people around him were talking about it:

“Wow, 50 kronor, you can get 50 kroner at once, I can’t make that much money in half a year!

"Half a year? I can't make so much money in a year."

"But who knows that he is a demon hunter and has great abilities?"

Then a weak voice sounded: "Didn't Dick like to bully us in the past?

"Why is he risking his life to save a woodcutter now? Has he really changed?"

There was so much noise around here that Dick wouldn't have been able to hear it if it weren't for his keen senses as a demon hunter.

And a weak voice sounded from the side: "Keep your voice down, don't let Dick hear it.

"Let me tell you, he has really changed. He has always paid for breakfast at my place these days.

"Others say that a prodigal son never returns with gold. Doesn't this come true for him?"

When Dick heard the voice, he knew it was the same boss he saw every time he went to breakfast.

He smiled slightly and looked at Benjen again: "Follow me next."

Then the two found a corner, and Dick handed 25 crowns to Benjen: "Count it."

"Master Demon Hunter, I trust your credit."

Benjen laughed, took the purse, reluctantly, and hesitantly let go and handed it over.

"What does this mean?"

"Master Demon Hunter, I always feel that I don't deserve so much money, and I didn't do much."

Dick was about to persuade him, he really didn't want the person he saved to be wronged, although they were helping each other, and he did more.

At this time, a boy's voice sounded behind him: "Benjen, you old man, you are finally back."

Benjen immediately turned around with a look of surprise: "George, you bastard boy!"

...

It was dark, and Dick was eating in a small house of a family in Odinburg.

They were eating the meat stewed by two chickens, mixed with some other unknown plants, and chewing on white and tender bread.

Dick held out his glass and clinked glasses with the woodcutter opposite him.

George, a young man on the side, ate the chicken leg in his bowl without saying a word. He put all his energy into the food on the table.

Ben Yang laughed: "Master Demon Hunter, I didn't expect that the merchant would pay so much money for the monster's head. You actually gave me half of it. In fact, I still think I can't take this money."