The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's Kartan, a farmer," the guard said. "Can we come here to clean up the corpses? The smell is almost drifting to the market."

"Sure. But if you see anything wrong or unusual, you must notify me immediately, understand?"

"Of course, Master, we won't move."

Zelin walked out of the house, the sun had already climbed to the top of the mountain. He stood on a high **** and looked at the market in the distance. But surprisingly, there are not as many people in the market as he expected. Several farmers ran in the direction of the third father's castle. Zelin turned his eyes and found that more people were gathering towards the third father's castle.

"Guard."

"What's the matter, master?" The captain of the guard was directing the others to move the cloth-covered body out. "Move to the tomb, hurry up, and put it in when the sun is strongest."

"What happened to the Three Fathers Castle recently?"

"Thing? No. I haven't been notified."

"Oh..." Zelin frowned. "I see. Go ahead."

Seeing the guards carrying the corpse and walking away, Zelin walked down the stairs and walked to the third father's castle with the farmer who was surrounding him from all directions.

The first thousand eight hundred and thirty-eight chapters of riots

The people under the three fathers' castle got together more and more. Some have just walked over, and some have followed to watch the excitement. Even a fool can tell what is going on in the castle. The nobles who followed Prince Sdennis stood by the gates and corridors of the castle, with sabers hanging around their waists, looking nervously at the more and more crowds outside the castle. At the beginning, there were only people in the crowd talking quietly about the poisoning of Saqiya, the agreement between Prince Sdennis and King Henset. Soon, these talks became louder and louder, and people began to talk publicly, suspecting that Prince Stannis had poisoned Saqiya's cup.

Zelin heard these noises before he even got there.

"Devil hunter."

Philippa walked down the side steps, her brows couldn't hide her fatigue. "Did you see the castle?"

"Yes." Zelin glanced at the crowd gathered under the castle, like ants attracted by desserts. "How about Saqiya?"

"Sakia's situation is temporarily stable. How is your progress?"

"The Rose of Memory has been found and is on the way to be delivered. This morning, some adventurers went to the mine to find mountain rat and grass. I believe someone will deliver what you need before night falls. As for magic items, There is a crystal in my castle that was originally inlaid on a magic wand. I have someone to send it over. Maybe it will come in handy."

"There is too little magic in the gems. What I need is the sun, but you want to give me a campfire?"

"It was removed from Wigwarts' staff."

Philippa was silent for a few seconds.

"Maybe it's okay." She sighed. "Then leave it alone. Have you seen the castle? I suspect someone is preparing to make trouble."

"Only people with a stuffy nose can't smell the blood in the air." Zelin carefully looked at the crowd around the castle gate, and their emotions were becoming more and more agitated with what they were talking about. From the very beginning, Prince Stannis and Saqiya went to negotiate with King Hensett, and they became accusations that Stannis poisoned Saqiya and tried to sell Upper Aden to Kodwin. "It's like a pile of white phosphorus and saltpeter in front of you, you just need to throw in a flame..."

Zelin closed his mouth abruptly.

Suddenly two farmers rushed out of the crowd in front of the castle. They pushed aside the guards who were caught off guard in front of the door. The rest of them immediately yelled and rushed in with them. The guard, drowned by the crowd, crawled out from the edge, clutching his head, with a few more bruises on his face. But Zelin knew that thanks to the small number of people rushing in the first time.

"When we talked and had dinner in our free time, Enid joked that as long as you say something is good, then this thing may become very bad." Philippa raised her eyebrows, and then closed the joke again. Expressions. "Go and stop them, Demon Hunter, or I suspect that these mobs dare to burn Fort Fjian before Hensett arrives."

"Why don't you go?" Ze Lin asked rhetorically. Facing Philippa's eyes, he opened his hands. "No other meaning, out of curiosity."

"I let Eofis pass. He has a certain deterrent power among humans. And you are a neutral demon hunter. If you go in the past, anyone will listen to you, but you can't pass." Liba shrugged. "Don't you understand the reason? These farmers are like this. Anything they don't understand will be processed into a conspiracy in their minds. The conspiracy must be done by the wizard. If you fall down and die, it is the conspiracy of the warlock. The conspiracy of the warlock, catching a cold is the conspiracy of the warlock, and quarreling with his wife is the conspiracy of the warlock. Maybe they choke on drinking water one day, they will doubt whether a warlock is cursing them behind their backs. But in fact, they earned it for a lifetime. I don’t have enough money to buy a spell-casting material."

"That's because your reputation is not very good."

"The reputation of a demon hunter is similar to that of a warlock." Philippa retorted. "If I go there, even if it can be calmed down, it will only plant the seeds of more chaos. People will only speculate the whole thing with a more vicious mind."

"Well, I have to admit that." Zelin straightened his collar. The clothes on his body hadn't dried yet, and he didn't have anything to change and wash. As a result, the damp clothes stuck to his body, and it felt like a piece of bristlegrass was stuffed in the collar. "But I believe that our reputation is getting better, and as long as you don’t get rid of politics, or continue to fall into politics so deeply, your reputation will continue to be bad. Dogs bark at cats and cats catch mice. This is instinct. In the eyes of the farmer, the sorcerer is no different from the nobleman riding on them."

"Then don't talk about nature now, stop them before the rats kill the dogs."

"I try my best."

Zelin didn't know if he could stop a riot, but he would go even without Philiba. He didn't like such things at all, especially after he remembered what had happened in the past.

"Also, remember." Philippa turned her head suddenly before leaving, and whispered. "If tragedy happens... we need royal blood."

Zelin did not respond, and went straight to the third father's castle.

When the demon hunters walked to the castle, people had entered the tunnel inside the castle. They gathered in twos and threes. The excited people stood at the front, but most people just stayed behind to watch the excitement or want to figure it out. What is going on here. Each knight drew a sword, and the shimmering blade calmed many people. In the past, the nobles only had to let the knights swing their swords, rush into the crowd on horseback, and beat them with whips and sword backs, and the mob would disperse in no time. But this time was different. Although the knights and nobles took out their weapons, the people did not back down. Instead, they took out a cleaver and a wood axe, in a posture that they wanted to let their weapons see blood.

"Zelin!"

Zoltan stood on the doorstep and waved to Zelin.

"Why are you here too, Zoltan?" There are many people here, and almost no one pays attention to one more person, whether he is wearing a weapon or not, because almost everyone here is equipped with self-defense, of course, at any time. May become a murder weapon. "I thought you didn't like to mix these things."

"It was Cecil who asked me to come here. He wanted to maintain order, but the people here didn't want to listen to him, but instead listened to Kartan."

"Who is Kartan?" Zelin looked at the two humans standing in front of the nobles and the farmers at the forefront. "In brown clothes?"

"No, it's the black clothes man, and the white clothes man is called Love, a butcher." Zoltan said, pointing to the opponent's back. "The people firmly believe that Saqiya’s poisoning is related to Prince Sdennis, and they are going to kill him. If it weren’t for the noble landlords of Aden, people might have dragged Sdennis out of his room. People all believe in Karl. Tan, he is a rough man, he will use all kinds of reasons to launch attacks. He especially likes to find nobles to start. I heard that he buried the treasure and gold he snatched from the landlord in a certain valley. Oh, Cecil Bringing Fojian's guards over here."

While Zelin was talking with Zoltan, Cecil Burden came with more than a dozen heavily armed dwarf guards and inserted them in the clearing between the nobleman and the farmer.

"I'm Cecil Burden, I am responsible for maintaining the order and law in Aden! Put down your weapons immediately. You have all of them. Put them down for me. Aden is not a stinky pit. Anyone can come over. Shit, did you hear that?!" Cecil shook his fist. "This is a place to make sense. It's not whoever has a better voice is right."

"That's a good place," said the farmer in black sarcastically. "When Saqiya was poisoned, where were you? Now that we are going to catch the murderer, you will jump out to preside over justice? You and the nobles are in the same group!"

"Hand over the prince!" Love shouted, shaking his fist. "Get your weapons ready! We want justice!"

"Stop!"

An angry and cold voice interrupted the people's yelling. Eofes came with his squirrel party. He swept over every human being present with murderous eyes. The originally excited crowd immediately seemed to have been splashed with cold water. Everyone knew how many people Eofes had killed in Aden, and they might continue to kill.

"If you want to get out of this courtyard unscathed, put down your weapons! I don't care if you are a farmer or a noble landlord, if necessary, I will kill you all!"

There is no doubt about the tone of Iofis and the Squirrel Party that has bent its bows and arrows to aim at the crowd on the courtyard. As long as the leader gives an order, the Squirrel Party will immediately turn the courtyard into a slaughterhouse.

The farmers who stayed behind curled their necks and slipped away.

"You can't kill all of us." Kartan said to Eofes. "We are numerous."

"Then I'll start with you first, idiot!"

"So before the blood flows into a river." Zelin walked over, gestured to Eofis, and then looked at Kartan and Love. "Why not leave two mouths and tell everyone what is going on?"

"The slave who was in charge of pouring the wine at the dinner said that Prince Sdennis and Oercon poisoned Saqiya! We want to get a justice!" Kaltan's voice is no longer so fanatical, but still firm. "Saqiya fell down like a dead man. Prince Sdennis and the nobleman want to sell us to Hensett! We won't let him succeed."

"You are lying, Kartan." Among the nobles, the man with the three knights standing at the forefront said disdainfully, his voice was like reading a verdict. "No one will be betrayed, and the poisoner will be caught and severely punished by the law."

"Is your law? So what? He will pay a fine and then be released! Every nobleman has immunity, and he only needs to pay a bag of coins if he kills. Saqiya doesn't talk about nobles. According to your law, the poisoner only needs to pay compensation for a pig to be exonerated. To me, the poisoner should be flogged and whip his throat with an axe!"

Zelin frowned.

"Where is he?" he asked. "Where is the slave who said the prince and the priest joined forces to poison?"