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

Feeling the strong wind coming from behind, Shia's exclamation came from behind.

The old woman actually picked up the steel-like broom and hit Dick hard on the back of the head.

At this critical moment, the witcher threw the dagger from his waist backwards, with the target being the old woman's heart.

but……

There was a "boom", and Dick felt a huge pain in the back of his head. He had been hit by a witch.

He managed to get up and turned around, only to find two Cato soldiers holding shields appearing next to the broom witch, blocking the daggers.

"How is that possible?"

Dick was very puzzled. He had clearly marked the heart position of everyone in the aisle just now, so why did two Cato soldiers suddenly appear?

"Demon hunter, your end has come!"

With a grin on her face, the old woman swung the broom down again. This time, Dick was extremely weak and unable to resist.

There was a "bang" sound, and the sound of skull cracking was heard.

At the same time as the severe pain came, Dick fell into darkness.

…

Dick gasped loudly and sat up suddenly from the bed.

I touched the back of my head and found no wounds or any pain.

Is it a dream?

Why do you dream about the broom witch again?

What's going on? Is it just because I didn't get any rest?

Dick lowered his head and found that he was still wearing the nightgown he had worn before going to bed, not the lynx sect's witcher armor.

Then he put his left hand into his right shoulder and touched it gently:

kindness?

The hollow part of the flesh torn by the giant mantis has slowly grown out.

Moreover, I can feel that the outermost layer of fleshy membrane has gradually become thicker. I believe that it will return to its original appearance in a few days and fully recover as before.

Dick stood up and looked around. The wall lamp had been lit and the room was bright.

He opened the door. Outside the door, the previous maid was waiting, still holding folded clothes in her hands, with a respectful look on her face: "Master Dick, you're awake."

"What are you doing?" Dick pointed to the object in the maid's hand.

"We will be attending the celebration banquet soon, please change into these clothes."

Dick nodded, picked up his clothes and returned to the room.

After changing into this dress, he walked out again.

The little maid's eyes suddenly brightened, and then her cheeks turned red again.

"What's wrong with you?" Dick lowered his eyes.

"It's nothing, I just feel that Master Dick, your daily attire is really handsome."

Dick pursed his lips and smiled: "Then you will lead the way."

"I won't go, Master Dick. We are only on the third floor. Can't you just go straight to the living room along the stairs?"

"Oh, too."

Soon Dick came to the lobby on the first floor.

Looking forward, in the hall, Kebi was sitting on the chair in the center of the long table.

There was an empty seat on the left side of the long table, which he probably reserved for himself.

Sitting on the right is a lady with two thick braids draped over her shoulders. She is Shia's master, the illusion master Barbara.

Next to Barbara was sitting the quasi-warlock Shia.

When the latter saw Dick arriving, he looked over with a smile.

The other guests near the long table were Captain Fisher, the dwarf blacksmith, and the dwarf jeweler Val, but no one else.

"Dick, you're here, sit down." Kerby said, pointing to the empty seat next to him.

Dick was not polite and sat down directly.

He then quietly looked at Barbara across from him, who had a meaningful smile on her face and said nothing.

Dick wanted to ask Sia some questions, but it was obvious that the scene was not right at this time, because he knew that next Kebi should give a solemn speech and distribute pensions to the families of those soldiers who had died in action.

Unexpectedly, Kerby clicked on a small wooden box in front of him and pushed it directly to Dick, "Dick, this is your reward this time."

"50 gold crowns?"

"How do you know? Dick, I didn't expect you to be able to predict things like a god."

Dick didn't answer, but opened the wooden box. There were 50 gold crowns neatly arranged inside, and he put them directly into the bag without being polite.

But Kebi and the people around him were already raising their glasses and eating and drinking.

"Dick, why don't you start eating and drinking?" Kerby asked.

"Huh? Kebi, don't you still want to give a speech, and the businessmen in the city, why didn't they come?

"By the way, are the pension blond hairs of those fallen soldiers?"

"Dick, do you think I'm just a living wage? All the pensions have been paid out while you were sleeping for such a long time."

It seems that after experiencing this life-and-death battle, Kebi became more casual and approachable when talking to the witcher.

"As for the other businessmen you mentioned except the big jeweler Val, I thought they were too formal in their speech, so I didn't let them come.

"And Val doesn't need my pension, he will personally pay it to the families of the strong men guarding Odinburg."

Speaking of this, a trace of sadness flashed across Kebi's face, probably in memory of those dead soldiers.

"Yeah, Dick, I have money, I don't need to spend any money." Val smiled at the table.

"Kerby, don't be too sad. Things are fickle. Just like the eight bodyguards I recruited, all died in the battle this time, but the pension is enough to keep their families covered."

Kebi nodded slowly when he heard this.

Dick looked shocked. At this time, he already guessed that it was probably not a dream, but he couldn't tell for sure.

In fact, the previous scenes were too realistic, and now Dick still feels a dull pain in the back of his head.

"Okay, this time we are just a few acquaintances. You see, even Zeus didn't bring his apprentice. Let's have a good drink. In fact, according to my wishes..."

Having said this, he looked at Barbara with respect on his face, "I don't even want the illusion master to attend our celebration banquet, but who would want the master to come and have a look?"

The latter just nodded after hearing this, raised the cup and took a sip lightly, then looked at Dick again.

When the others saw that the illusion master had already drank, the dwarf blacksmith couldn't wait to speak: "Then let's get started, no more ink stains."

After saying that, the others also raised their wine glasses, and for a while, they drank and drank together, and it gradually became very lively.

The main reason is that Captain Fisher is good at complimenting others. He keeps talking and won't repeat his words. First, he praised the witcher like a flower.

He also said that Kebi was a wise man, Barbara and Shia had boundless magic powers, the master blacksmith was extremely brave, and the big jeweler came to the rescue in times of need.

In short, everyone present praised it.

Finally, Fisher concluded: "The warlock is tall, the witcher is tough, and Master Kebi is tall and tough!"

The blacksmith Zeus was also inspired by the atmosphere and started chatting loudly with those around him.

He is a cheerful person and likes to chat constantly.

"Dick, do you know how many forces there are on this continent?" Zeus asked, his face red from drinking.

"There is our northern territory, which is the Crow Kingdom." Dick, who was also a little drunk, began to stumble, "There is also the Bacchus Empire and the Lion Hunting Territory.

"By the way, Gatu Grassland also counts."

"Son, you know quite a lot. In fact, there are other forces, such as the Noldor Forest, where the elves never let humans enter." Zeus burped.

"I was passing by on the outskirts of the Noldor Forest, and I was almost shot into a sieve by those long ears."

After saying that, the dwarf snorted coldly, "Besides, there are also southern countries on this continent, and their forces are mixed. The most powerful person there calls himself the king, and the others call themselves leaders.

"What's interesting is that the names of the leaders are various, such as monster, red hair, straw hat, and fat man.

"It is said that because the southern part is close to the sea, many leaders are pirates, so even if they become the leader of a party, they still get their nicknames from their pirate days.

"And the leader known as 'Red Hair' likes to break up fights and always likes to say to others, 'Can you give me some face?'"