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

Kebi clapped his hands, and a soldier walked over holding a suit of armor.

Dick looked at the armor. It was a set of soft leather armor. It looked light and solid, and it should have good defense.

Fisher said with a smile: "It's the same as my armor."

"This is the armor of the captain of the Odinburg guard. Just put on this armor.

"I know you are a demon hunter. You have to deal with demon hunting commissions every day. Without better armor, it will be very troublesome."

"Thank you." Dick nodded and took the armor. There were only a few men around, so there was no need to avoid it and he put it on directly.

Kirby looked at Dick, who was already wearing the captain's armor of Odinburg, with admiration.

"Dick, if you get tired in the future and no longer want to be a witcher, you can come to me and I will make you the deputy captain. How about you and Fisher guard Odinburg together?"

"Let's talk about it later."

Dick knew this was Kebi's joke and didn't care. He put the two swords behind him on his back and tied his belt bag.

Just as he was about to say hello and go out to look for a commission, there was a sound of crying at the door.

"Master Demon Hunter, save my old man, save him!"

"What's going on?" Kebi frowned.

"We'd better go over and take a look."

Dick suggested, and several people came to the castle gate and looked at the middle-aged woman who was blocked by the guard soldiers.

Her eyes were red, she was crying loudly, and she didn't look like she was from a wealthy family.

"Aunt Shake, what happened?" Kerby asked.

"Master Kerby, please save my husband Jordan! He went fishing along the river before this morning and never came back."

"Don't stop her." Kebi waved his hand to the surrounding soldiers.

"Yes." the soldier responded.

"Tell me more, what's going on? Dick is here, I believe he can help."

"Oh, great, that's it. Didn't we in Odinburg suffer from the evil ghost of Nagato in the past two days? And now there are corpses blocked in the river on the west side, and there are not many fish.

“So my husband decided to get up early and go downstream to find a place with clear water to fish.

"But now it's almost noon and he hasn't come back. I always feel like something happened to him."

"It's still early, why do you think so?" Dick asked.

"Because my husband told me that it would only take two hours to come back, but now it has been six or seven hours. Please help me find him."

"Then you didn't look downstream along the river bank?"

"My fellow villagers and I went looking for it. But the further downstream, the thicker the fog, and there would be laughter, just like the laughter of children.

"But why are there any children in that place? We always felt that it should be some other monster, so we came to find you." The woman looked sad and angry.

"Well, then this counts as a commission?"

"Yes, it's a commission." The woman nodded quickly and said, "Master Dick, I don't have much money recently, can you charge a few kroner less?"

Just as Dick was about to nod, Kerby said: "I'll pay for this commission, Dick, so be it."

As he said this, he turned to Fisher, who directly touched his pocket and took out a money bag.

"Dick, this is 100 crowns, as the fee for this commission. You don't have to refuse, you witchers have rules, I understand this. No matter how close or distant our relationship is, we must accept it."

Dick nodded, took the money and put it in his pocket. "Then Aunt Shake, please take me there now."

Kerby added, "Dick, I can't go with you this time. There are still many things to deal with in Odinburg." "I understand."

"Aunt Shake, you don't have to worry too much. Dick is a professional demon hunter. He can solve any problem with him."

The woman wiped away her tears and said, "That's great, Master Demon Hunter, please come with me."

Not long after, the two came to the waterside village where Dick had eradicated the water ghosts.

A group of villagers were waiting there, their faces full of fear and sorrow. They were obviously entrusted with their livelihood. They would not be able to fish nearby for a while, and the distance was shrouded in fog, which would cut off the villagers' livelihood.

Dick had seen the leader, it was Sheriff O'Neill.

"Master Demon Hunter, please excuse me. Do you need me to describe it in more detail?"

"Anything else to add?" Dick asked.

"Nothing to add, but there is fog about a kilometer downstream along the river bank, and we discovered this."

He handed over a straw hat with two scratches on it.

"This is?"

"This is Jordan's hat. We found it outside the thick fog. It may be of some help to you."

Dick looked at the scratches on the straw hat carefully, "It's very sharp, like a sword."

He got closer and smelled it again, "The smell of fish is very strong, and there is no smell of steel, so this scratch should be..."

Dick didn't say anything, he just gave O'Neal a look.

Both knew the unspoken words: The monster did it.

But Aunt Shake was beside her, and the two of them kept silent in a tacit understanding.

"Well, it was probably scraped by a branch."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Master Dick."

"Just wait here."

"I want to go with you." Aunt Shake's face was filled with grief. "Even if my husband is killed by a monster, I want to see his body in person."

"Let's do this." O'Neill turned around and looked at the other villagers. "You stay here first. Aunt Shake, Master Dick and I will go downstream together. Got it?"

"Got it."

"Then you two stay away from me. I can't guarantee to protect you." Dick reminded.

"We understand." The latter said together.

Then, they walked downstream along the river.

But the mist in the air became thicker and thicker as they walked. When they reached a certain place, the thick fog in front and the surrounding mist were clearly separated, and no scene inside could be seen at all.

Seeing this, the demon hunter concentrated on opening the demon hunter senses and pulled out the silver sword behind him. He could vaguely hear a baby-like laughter coming from inside.

"You two retreat."

The two knew that Dick was a professional, so they did it naturally.

Dick squatted down and began to look for traces.

In just a moment, he found a row of messy footprints leading directly to the depths of the thick fog.

The demon hunter immediately used his demon hunter senses to mark the footprints. A dark red dotted line appeared in the air, winding into the depths of the fog.

Dick covered his eyes with his hands and stepped directly into the fog.

After entering, he found that the fog inside seemed to be smaller. Dick turned his head and shouted, "Aunt Shake, O'Neill, can you hear me?"

No one responded.

Dick knew that this should be a spell cast by the monster, blocking the spread of sound.

As for the baby-like laughter, it was just a bait to lure prey.