The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 44 Returning the Corpse

  Roy could not bring Toya on the trial journey of the Demon Hunter, arrived in Sintra and then turned to Eritusa. That was unrealistic, and Resso could not agree to bring another oil bottle.

  He has to rely on the help of others.

  As for the entire Edsberg, the only big people he knows are Sevier Hogg, the dwarf wine agent, and the principal of the Cardell House, a member of the Revolutionary Army.

  Want to send Toya to Eritusa, thousands of miles away, and let her join the academy, the method fell on these two people.

  ……

  Wealthy area, Sevier Hogg's mansion, sunny morning.

The dwarf wine merchant was basking in the sun on the recliner in the yard. Almost a month has passed since the demon hunter had "eliminated the devil" for him. His life seemed to be going well, the dark circles under his eyes almost disappeared, and the waist of the bucket became more "expensive". The thick beard and hair were dark and shiny and almost greasy.

"Roy, I haven't seen you for a while, your life in Eddesberg is very moist." As soon as Seville waved, a dwarf maid with a whip and freckles on her face brought a bottle of honey. , Filled up for the two, and then left quickly. "If I'm not mistaken, you are taller and stronger. Although you still don't have a beautiful beard, you have grown a lot of manliness... Have you been nurtured with Mahakam's dwarf spirits every day?"

Roy, lying on the wicker chair next to him, took a sip of the honey wine. It had a faint sweetness and a soft entrance. He couldn't help but complimented, "Mr. Seville is right. The dwarf's wine is naturally not comparable to other crudely adulterated and fake wines. Yes. How are you doing? Have you ever had a nightmare after'Shim' was eliminated?"

"Thanks to you and Master Reso," Seville laughed openly. "The nightmare basically disappeared, and I became an energetic and strong Mahakam squirrel." He turned awkwardly on the wicker chair. With one hand on his hairy chin, he looked at Roy's side, "Only occasionally in the dead of night, I still remember that my poor brother Aken still stayed in the barrel soaking... Then the next day I can't eat anymore."

  The dwarf’s hoarse and low voice paused. Don’t say intently, “When will Aken’s body return to his territory and rest in peace?”

   "By the way, Roy, why didn't you see Master Reso today?"

  "He went out to work and hasn't come back yet." Roy asked, "Mr. Seville, how about I help you solve this trouble?"

"Roy, I heard that right." Seville stroked his thick beard with questioning eyes. "You mean someone who unknowingly helped me send the body of Akendi to the revolution. In the hands of the high-level military?"

   "That's right... Mr. Seville," Roy had bright eyes and a calm voice. He looked confident, "Would you like to entrust this to me?"

  Half an hour later, in the wine cellar.

  A pale male with closed eyes twisted his limbs unnaturally and lay silently on the ground.

  At the same time, a strong smell of alcohol and a rancid body smell that was so weak that it was almost completely covered by the smell of alcohol rushed into Roy's nose.

  He couldn't help but his eyes widened, and he stared at the long-known great man, Vernon Ryan, the leader of the revolutionary army without blinking. That is, Aken, the dwarf's good brother. The wise man who never drank but died of fine wine.

  The male corpse wore a plain gray linen coat like a farmer and coolie, and black tights. His slender limbs, slender figure, pointed ears, hooked nose, melon-shaped lower jaw, and protruding cheekbones indicate that he has a trace of elf blood.

  Maybe it was too uncomfortable before death, his expression still faintly remained a trace of fear and ferociousness, his hands were limply placed on the sides, as if he wanted to grasp something, but he could not grasp anything.

  I don’t know how long the corpse has been soaked in wine, the skin is covered with wrinkles, and a group of unsightly plaques are occasionally seen between the chest and abdomen.

  Scenes like this are similar to those of the corpse specimens immersed in formalin in the previous life.

  No, it's more intuitive, weird and terrifying.

  The dwarf wine merchant's eyes were filled with nostalgia, and he unconsciously covered his nose, "Roy, now you have moved Aken out of the barrel according to your request, what are you going to do next?"

   "If you want to sneak him out at night, I'm afraid it won't work. I heard that the revolutionary army is going to launch a second protest march on the occasion of the New Year, but there are still two barons staring outside."

"Mr. Seville, should I perform a magic trick for you?" Roy walked to the corpse, looked at the limbs, pulled over the corpse's trousers, and saw a strange tattoo on the right heel-rolled up in a circle. Dense hair.

  Squirrel tail?

  He frowned, thoughtfully, but instead of mentioning it to the dwarf, he reached out to touch the corpse, and Vernon Ryan disappeared without a trace.

"This?" The dwarf opened his mouth, his chin about to fall to the ground, "Brother Roy, how did you do this? Is it possible that besides the apprenticeship of the witcher, you are also a hidden warlock? Will cast teleportation magic. ?"

  "Secret...Your Excellency Seville, please allow me to keep this secret..." Roy said sincerely.

   "Well, the dwarves respect the secrets of their friends," Seville apologized, "Besides, please accept my apology, I shouldn't question you before. You have such a skill, the baron's dog-legs can't even think of it."

   "So the salary is still the same as last time?"

  "How about waiting for me to complete the commission?"

   "No problem." The dwarf said readily, "As long as you do this, you will be my brother of Sevier Hogg. I will never treat my brother badly!"

  ……

  For Cadell, the experience of the past few days really made her worried. First, to solve the hateful monster who abducted her several children, she suffered serious injuries in her abdomen and kept her aching.

   Then there was bad news from the revolutionary army, and the organization of the second protest march was very unsuccessful. The iron-blood suppression of the baron really scared off many speculators who were not firm enough in their will and conviction.

  So far, no more than 50 people can organize. With such a small number of people, walking on the streets to parade, it is better to say that it is to perform acrobatics.

   "Oh..." Cadell sighed. It would be nice if everyone was as worry-free as the new student. She is smart, courageous, and not bad at all.

  Unfortunately, he is an apprentice of the Demon Hunter, and he will leave soon.

   Thinking of this, Cadell returned to the office with a sense of excitement...

  Ke just opened the door, and there was a strong smell of alcohol immediately. She frowned and followed the smell of alcohol to the back of the desk.

   Immediately afterwards, her pupils shrank into a slit, and her eyes showed extreme horror.

  A male corpse appeared under the desk. The face of the corpse was pale, swollen, and very familiar.

  Kadell was lost in a moment.

  "The great leader, my spiritual mentor, Vernon, is dead?!"

  In the yard downstairs, Roy rubbed the hornbeam next to him with his palm, watched the headmaster enter the room, and quickly went out with a letter full of grief and anger, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

  "I don’t want to scare you either. But I only know you, a backbone of the revolutionary army...I’m sorry. Just treat it as the meal money owed to me..."

  ……

"The principal of Cardell House turned out to be a high-level revolutionary army..." The dwarf wine merchant nodded in satisfaction after listening to Roy's report. But no conclusive evidence was found. All in all, Roy, you did this very beautifully. The Baron’s dog legs were completely unnoticeable. My dear brother Aken, can be regarded as returning to the place he was thinking about."

  The dwarf reached out to Roy and said solemnly,

"I will do what I say. I have promised that the one who solves this trouble is my brother... You don't need to be polite between brothers. Roy... let's talk, what do you want? Money, wine, weapons? Just talk. ..."

  The dwarf has long noticed that he will accept the commission at this time, and he must ask for something else.

   "I still need some help from my fellow? As long as I am within the scope of my ability, I will definitely help you."

  Roy did not expect that a commission that had just come to Edsberg and was reluctantly shelved would be effective at this time, but in fact, he did not take much effort, it was only equivalent to sending a "courier."

   "Mr. Seville..."

   "Don't, Roy, you will just call my name from now on, or you will look down on my brother!"

   "Uh...Sevier," Roy immediately corrected his address. Although he couldn't imagine how he would call a 70-year-old dwarf brother, but the other party's words should be more polite.

   "Do you have a familiar warlock? Live near Eddesberg, preferably a female warlock graduated from Eritusa College."

  The dwarf stroked his beard and thought for a moment.

   "Sorry, Roy, as far as I know, no spellcaster lives near Eddesberg. There is a dark-haired sorcerer on Van Geborg, but it's too far away."

"But why did you look for a female warlock?" said the dwarf. "If you believe me, you might as well tell the truth. Maybe there are other ways to solve the problem. In this city, I'm not bragging, but I'm still a little bit energetic. "

  Roy thought for a while, and found it all right. So he told the story about Toya in the mill outside the city.

After hearing this, the dwarf looked very strange. He looked at the other side's eyes as if he was looking at rare animals. "Roy, if I remember correctly, you are an apprentice of a witcher, and you will become a witcher in the future. Why do you want to help a countryman? Ugly girl? Struggling to send her to Eritusa. After years of training, they may not remember you."

   "Because you pity her?"

"Sevier, don't you think that there is a certain similarity between the demon hunter and the warlock... A miserable childhood, life forced by helplessness, no chance to choose life..." Roy said to his heart, "I think , She should have a choice."

   "I also hope that one day in the future, when I get to that embarrassment, someone can give me a chance..."

  The dwarf looked slightly moved after hearing it, and suddenly felt that the face of the human teenager in front of him was not as handsome as the dwarf, but it was also pleasing to the eye, and he smiled heartily.

   "Roy, you are such an interesting person. Ninety-nine percent of the demon hunters I know don't care about such nostalgia...but you just got involved."

"Just say what you said, I will help you. I will send a carriage and a dwarf guard to **** the child to Sinide Island, as you said, give her a chance to choose her life! As for whether she can enter Ai Ritusa, she has to rely on her own ability and luck."

   "But it will take a few days..." The dwarf stood on tiptoe with great effort and grabbed Roy's shoulder. "Little brother, the new year is coming soon, and the coachman has the right to have a good year, right?"

   "I hope that the group of people in the revolutionary army can stop and disappear, and somehow received the leader's body. I don't know if they will make any other big movements."

"In fact, in addition to the corpse, I also left a letter to Ms. Cardell." Roy said, "The threat letter written in the tone of the sparrow gang does not expect Cardell to be deceived, but at least it can divert attention and let The revolutionary army will no longer blindly demonstrate to the baron, lest it be used by people with ulterior motives."

  (End of this chapter)