The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"As far as I know, no." The tavern owner shook his head.

Customers at a table in the distance clapped their hands angrily. "Where's my beer? Come up soon."

"Come here, my lord," the tavernkeeper replied loudly.

"If you remember something." Zelin sighed lightly. "Or if you get the latest news, just write it down and go outside and tell me that I may stay here for half a day, and I may come back several times later."

"As long as I think of it, I will tell you immediately, my lord."

The boss leaned slightly, then put the wine glass on the tray and walked to the customer who had just yelled.

Zelin didn't plan to go directly into the forest to find him. Many people might think that if you are missing in the forest, you have to go to the forest to find him. Demon hunters don't think that a well-equipped royal guard will be solved by a few monsters. If it is a powerful monster, then so many people will find it in the forest in the past two days. But now, except for some creatures that may be ghouls or evil spirits, there is nothing more dangerous in the forest.

The most likely answer is a carefully planned ambush.

Chapter 1871 The Hidden Dark Line

"Herrick?"

"Who?"

The farmer lying on the truck basking in the sun raised his eyebrows.

"You sell goods here."

"Who are you?"

"A dozen days ago, a convoy came here to camp, and you sold them something."

"Who said that."

The farmer yawned and asked, "There are campers everywhere. I have sold a lot of goods. How do I know who you are asking?"

"The Tamorian who camped here more than ten days ago." Zelin pointed his finger to the ground. "How long have you been in contact with them?"

The farmer yawned again.

"Forgot."

Zelin squinted his eyes and stared at the farmer in front of him, who turned over and changed to a more comfortable position to continue basking in the sun.

"Okay, but I want to tell you something." Zelin stretched out his finger and said solemnly. "You may not know who the people in the convoy are. Today I am looking for you. Tomorrow, Tamoria’s jailer will go to the dungeon to have tea with you. You'd better not let us find suspicious things in your house. ."

Of course Zelin would not find a jailer to solve the problem. A jailer is likely to find the wrong clue and lead the investigation on the wrong path. After all, soldering irons and leather whips will make a person talk gibberish, just to reduce pain. If necessary, he would say that everyone he knew was involved in the kidnapping.

The farmer turned over again, smacked his lips, rubbed the corners of his mouth, and said nothing.

After a few seconds, Zelin walked towards the stable. Throw a Ducat copper coin to the horse boy, take the cleaned horse, and walk towards the woodland. While walking, the demon hunter listened carefully to the movement behind. When he walked into the forest path, there was a sound from the truck. The farmer slowly sat up and looked at the direction where Zelin disappeared. After a few seconds, the farmer jumped out of the car and walked towards the village.

When the figure of the farmer disappeared behind the thatched hut, Zelin walked out between the two trees and looked around, making sure that no one else nearby followed him.

The farmer walked into the village, and a farmer woman squatted by the wooden basin to wash clothes. When she saw the farmer, she greeted him across the fence.

"Herick, are you going to Lomugne today?"

Herrick did not speak, he shrank his shoulders and walked straight over.

"Hello? Didn't you hear me?" The peasant woman frowned as she watched the other side disappear behind the corner. "What's the matter with this person?"

When he approached the corner, Herrick suddenly turned around and looked behind him, his eyes full of vigilance and suspicion. Zelin hid behind a house, his back pressed against the wall. After Herrick retracted his gaze and continued to move forward, he walked out of the hiding place and followed.

"Hey, sorry, excuse me." Zelin walked to the fence and asked the woman who was washing her clothes with her head down. "Are there any groceries sellers in this village?"

"Selling man? Of course, did you see the guy who just walked by?" The woman raised her wrinkled fingers and pointed in the direction where Herrick had disappeared. "The man who just walked by is that he has the most goods in the village. If you want to buy nails, hammers, or pottery bowls, go to him to buy them. Recently, he has been shipping goods to Lomugne and made a lot of money. . But when you greet him, be careful. This guy’s nostrils are almost up to the sky, and he ignored me when I greeted him just now. Anyway, since he came here, he rarely talks to other people."

"Come here?"

"Yes, he came a month ago and said he wanted to make money from the adults in Lomugne. There are such people everywhere these days, but only the gods know why he came here to ship the goods, but he is from We bought a lot of gadgets here. Some people say that he doubled the price ten times and sold it to the adults in the mountains above."

"I see, thank you."

After passing through the entire village, Zelin saw him walking into a small wooden house. After Herik arrived in the village, he rented a wooden house from the local hunters, saying it was used for temporary storage of goods and rest. The demon hunter stood under a poplar tree twenty meters away from the house, looking through the windows of the house to observe the situation inside.

The room was dark, the light in the hut was not good, and he did not see the candles.

Zelin held his breath and listened to the movement inside. But he heard nothing.

Cautiously walked to the door of the house, Ze Lin used the ebony blade against the door of the house, and then he stopped—there was a thin line between the door and the door frame, looming in the shadows.

This is by no means something a village merchant would have.

The demon hunter reversed his fingers and traced the rune of the Aden's seal on the door frame. Lilac runes covered the door frame, and then he gently stirred the silk thread.

There was a slight hum.

The three ejected arrows were covered in purple and suspended in mid-air. Zelin stretched out his hand, grabbed the arrow, and threw it to the ground.

There was no one in the room.

Zelin looked around, then lowered his head. In the eyes of the demon hunter, he clearly saw a footprint left in the mud, walked to the inside of the wooden house, and disappeared under a wooden board.

"Interesting."

Zelin waved his hand, and Quinn's seal covered his body. He squatted down, the tip of the sword pierced the wooden board, knocking hard, the wooden board lifted up, revealing the wooden ladder leading down.

Climbing down the ladder, the basement is full of packages. A wooden table is placed in the deepest part of the basement, and the candle in the upper right corner of the table top is the only light source in the dark basement. Under the candle, lay a yellow old letter paper.

Zelin took a step forward.

The blow came so quickly, but unexpectedly, the wooden stick made only a small wind noise in the dark, so fast, it brushed the demon hunter across in front of it, hit the wooden box fiercely, and the box was torn apart. The attacker waved the stick again and uttered a harsh yell. Zelin swung a sword fiercely, and the stick broke in two. Herrick stabbed Zelin with the broken end of the stick, but he was hit in the abdomen and was forced to bend down and threw up breakfast. Come out. Then he was hit in the back and he fell into his vomit.

"As a salesman." Zelin lifted his collar and pressed it firmly against the wall. Herrick opened his eyes and got another punch in the cheek. His head leaned back and bounced back like a spring, nosebleeds ran to his chest, staining his clothes red. "You have too many goods."

"Now." Zelin looked straight into Herrick's eyes. "Tell me, who the **** are you?"

"I don't know! You ran into my storage room--ah!"

The sharp pain in the bridge of his nose made him howl.

"You have another chance to reconsider the language." Zelin took out a gold coin from the bag on the table with the other hand. "Taxi, full weight, produced in October 1271, dominion of the Knights. The color is good, isn't it? And." He let go of his finger, the coin fell into the bag, and the jingle and other coins collided with each other. "The quantity is still a lot. Don't you explain why all your goods are sold to the Knights?"

Chapter 1872 The Detective's Report

"The people of the Knights of the Flame Rose hired me to monitor every team passing by here."

Herrick whimpered. Seeing him speaking, Ze Lin let go of his hand, he sat on the ground with a puff, coughing, and gasping for breath.

"What else?" Zelin knelt down and looked directly at Herrick's eyes blurred by tears. "Look, it's easy, isn't it? I'm not a robber or a thief. You can keep the coins given to you by the Knights, or you can keep your nose and brain. You need to leave some of your mouth and disappear into the air. It’s just a voice from inside. What do they want you to monitor? What did you report to them? Hope you don’t need me to use some other means to remind you."