The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Have you come here to look for business, Demon Hunter? I must say you found a good place, Willen. There are monsters everywhere, but in this era, monsters are everywhere, and the Battle of Vizima is over. Later, the dead bodies were piled up outside the city and burned for a day and night. The ghost knew how many demon spirits and monsters were attracted there."

Picking up the beer glass, Vincent raised his head and drank the beer, wiping the froth from the corner of his mouth. "It's really miserable. In the winter, the ghouls in Vizima's cemetery rushed out like crazy. I said I was going to find a demon hunter and a warlock, but Chief Nilfgard didn't believe me at all and thought I was He is using superstitious legends to prevaricate him."

"For people who have never seen a monster, this is indeed the case." Zelin drank half, then put down the wooden cup, and Vincent together with Vincent picked up the kebabs placed on the iron plate, there were still chopped pieces left on it. Sing Cong: "Then what?"

"What else can there be? The Nilfgaards thought that there was a thief pretending to be a ghost, so they took a group of people in to catch them, and they all got into the stomachs of ghouls. But they still made some contributions, at least the ghouls were full. It didn’t come out within a month.” Vincent sighed, “What’s the matter with you demon hunters recently? I have posted urgently needed demon hunters at every intersection near Vizima. The hunter’s notice, but no one showed up. I know that it was difficult to find a demon hunter in the winter. Most people stayed at home and would not go out in the wind and snow, but now it’s almost May, you It was the first demon hunter I saw this year."

"Do you still need to ask? Of course it is war." Zelin sighed, a touch of helplessness appeared on his face. He rolled up his sleeves to avoid oil stains on his cuffs: "You know, the situation is unstable now, plus the Nilfgaards... I sold Mahakam’s castle to a Kerviel People, after dividing the money with my brothers, I went to Serekania. It was very hot and I was short of money. Those merchants are really good at making money when people are unlucky. So I I stayed in the hot desert for a few months, and only returned after making a fortune."

"The world is difficult."

Jingle

Vincent and Zelin touched their cups.

"It's not so good these days? Shouldn't it. Outsiders don't necessarily know about monsters and demon hunters, but they must know the importance of sheriffs." Zelin picked up the beer bottle, refilled Vincent, and then again. Pour himself a cup: "As far as I know, the Nilfgaards who came to the north this time are only one-tenth of the previous time."

"Yeah, people say that since the last war, the Nilfgaards have been killing each other. Civil wars are everywhere in the empire. The army kills people from city to city, and slave traders pick up children and throw half dead. Enter the arena to feed the beasts. I don’t want to care about these things, but these southerners are really too... They executed 30 nuns at the Rebbioda Hospital and asked everyone to convert to the Sun God religion. , Otherwise the end will be the same as the nuns. Alas, the gods curse them."

Vincent seemed to want to talk to people about this period of time, and he took another sip of wine. He and the demon hunter were sitting in a separate compartment. There were wooden boards nearby. Outside, there was the sound of soldiers clinking glasses and a lively noise: "Recently, a merchant opened a slave market in Xiacheng. Gods, sell the same kind, can Are the creatures that do this kind of thing still humans? Some people always say that Nilfgaards are more civilized than ours, except that men’s clothes are cleaner and women’s skin is more supple. I really can’t see the other things. And that’s just Because there are slaves working for them, Nilfgard’s men don’t need to farm, and women don’t need to wash clothes. To be honest, I really don’t want to work for those pseudo-gentlemen!"

"But you have to keep going."

Zelin and Vincent lightly touched the cups: "Only lucky ones can enjoy life by what they want to do, and the rest are just making a living."

"Yeah, Carmen is pregnant. I want to raise her and raise my future children. Without a job, I can't even stay with Vizima. Living in the city walls has a price. I'm not afraid of monsters in the wild. , But I can’t put Carmen in a dangerous place. Superheroes have to support their families.”

"Yeah, raising a family, men's work."

Zelin drank another half a cup. He doesn't like beer, this thing never makes him drunk, it only makes him feel bloated, and then can't eat anything when he is hungry. But here only beer is served. The small inn in the country can provide meat this year. That is to say, the forest area of ​​Willen is large, and there are as many wild animals as monsters in it. If in Island and Maribo, he can only eat turnips and turnips.

"But at least I am a sheriff, the captain of the security team, and slave traders dare not send someone to my house in the middle of the night to kidnap. There have been several kidnapping cases recently, and these slave traders did everything for money." Vincent A little drunk, he hiccuped and waved his hand vigorously. There was another cheering from outside, mixed with a few wailing inside, and the soldiers who followed Vincent were playing cards. It was obvious that some people won a sum, and some lost a lot. "There are also those Nilfgaards who know the death penalty all day long. Hanged, hanged, you know hanged, do you know other words?"

"I remember that the Nilfgaardians have a code?" Zelin recalled what he had seen in Towson: "Don't they respect the court?"

"Of course, the courts, the codes, they are for the real Nilfgaards, and we are not worthy of those of us in the north. Arson, the death penalty; theft, the death penalty; peeking at women to take a bath, the death penalty; alcoholism, the death penalty, When the Nilfgaard convoy appeared, they did not evade in time..."

Vincent paused: "Well, there is no death penalty for this, because it will be crushed directly to death. Who will hang the corpse on the gallows?"

Zelin came to the conclusion that Duchess Anna of Towson is indeed a good person, a good person in every sense.

"If everything is sentenced to death, what is the law for? I remember they did the same during the last Civil War." Zelin sighed and chewed a few bites of barbecue. The meat taste was all greasy and sweet with the seasoning. The smell is obscured. But this is also good, at least he does not have to consider whether this so-called string of lamb is rat or not: "The people of Nilfgaard just don't know how to learn from it."

"I have been thinking of ways to work with Mayor Wesselard to reduce these absurd death sentences. As a result, there are still people behind me who point to me and say, saying that I am a traitor. Foltest took refuge when he failed. Man in black. Now I find that it’s nice to have no nationality like you. If you don’t meet, you will say that I am not patriotic."

Vincent raised his head, drank several guts of beer, swallowed it all, and then let out a long sigh.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, this little alcohol won't kill my sanity." Vincent scratched his cheek: "I used to fight criminals, but now my boss is doing the same behavior as criminals, what can I do? Damn it. In the ages, I think the pastor of Eternal Fire has only one sentence right. The gods have abandoned mankind by the **** age."

"Trust me, Vincent. Humans don't care about the social structure of ants, and the gods don't care about human disputes unless there is a naturalist in it."

"Or joined an animal protection organization." Vincent joked.

Then, both of them laughed.

"It's not necessarily. I have seen a nobleman who likes to raise birds before. His home is full of all kinds of precious birds, all of which are rare species he has collected from all over the country. If there are two in there The bird that only stayed in a cage fought, and he would definitely stop it for the first time."

After the joke, Vincent's mood improved a lot.

"Why did you come to Willen?" Zelin asked. He picked up the bottle and shook it. It was empty.

"Of course there is a mission." Vincent pushed open the wooden door of the compartment, and the noise suddenly increased by one point. He shouted to the innkeeper who was serving the soldiers: "Get two more bottles of Vizima champions!"

"What task? Is it convenient to disclose? Oh, I don't want to inquire about anyone, I'm just curious."

"Ah, it's okay. Didn't I just say that? The Nilfgaards didn't forget to kill each other when they were fighting, they..."

Vincent shut his mouth suddenly, and the innkeeper knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Your Excellency, there is only one bottle of Vizima Champion left in the store, can I change the other bottle to Cordwin's dark beer?"

"No problem, take it in." Vincent waved his hand casually: "You can go now."

After the innkeeper left, Vincent opened the bottle while continuing the topic.

"Recently, a traitor appeared in the empire. I heard that he escaped from a certain college in the south."

Zelin immediately thought of what Francesca had mentioned in the telescope not long ago.

"He came to Willen?"

"It's reported that someone saw a Nilfgaard ship on the beach in Willen, and my chief ordered me to bring someone here to investigate what's going on." Vincent chewed the roasted turnips vigorously. This refutes the conclusion of biologists that the werewolf is a mutated wolf, but is another omnivorous creature: "I guess it was reported by the spies of the Nilfgaards here. The ghosts know what else they know, anyway, I just brought people. It is enough to come here to investigate and collect evidence, and then go back with the evidence and conclusions. I temporarily sent Carmen to the mudshui village on the opposite bank of Vizima Lake, which is a good place."

"Yes."

Zelin nodded. It was the land blessed by the fairies in the lake, and it was one of the few places in the north that could be compared to Tousant.

"There is a witch doctor named Jabigail in the village who will also take care of pregnant women. Carmen will temporarily stay in her house." Vincent swallowed the turnips and drank a sip of dark beer: "I can't wait. I want to finish things here and then take her back. This is really a difficult year, the hardest year."

Chapter 2308 Psychological Contradictions

By the time Zelin returned to the room, the night was already late.

Lie on his back on the bed, the room is very narrow, there is nothing but a bed, or in other words, can only put down a rigid bed, and then there is a small aisle where only one person can stand. The sheets are clean, but there are still some traces of grease that cannot be removed at the corners. But for people who used to sleep in straw haystacks, a bed is good.

Who can ask for too much? He couldn't help wondering, if he hadn't had the adventures of the past ten years, and the battles that almost lost his life in the past ten years, would he now worry about the current situation and worry about life like Vincent did. Fortunately, he will definitely not have a wife and children to worry about.

"It's sad that I don't have a wife to worry about."

When Francesca's voice appeared in his ears, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the wizard warlock was standing by the bed, and a small bottle of cosmetics that the demon hunter could not name was placed in an unknown way. On the wooden cabinet: "Joseph heard this sentence, and he would definitely cry in his heart."

"I'm just thinking about what it would be like without this portal. And you used mind-reading to me again." Zelin sat up, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and sighed. He could smell his mouth. The smell of wine: "By the way, this deep eyeshadow is not for you."

"It's better than talking to people with dark circles under my eyes, otherwise I will only appear weak." Francesca rubbed the corners of her eyes: "This is a potion, and it will soon disappear with the dark circles."

"Why is it so late?"

"I have to explain some things. If I can't go back that night, I must arrange an emergency response. I encountered some...small troubles when I passed Vizima's node. You know, long-distance transmission is required. Jumping in the teleportation channel. Vizima’s imperial warlocks are performing a magic blockade. I don’t have to break through their barriers forcibly. It’s enough time to explain.” Francesca blinked her eyes in front of the mirror, and then With a wave of his hand, the wooden cabinet and the items on it disappeared in an orange light: "Tell me about the specific situation."

"It's just that there are a group of elves, about 300 people." Zelin lay back again, he was a little tired. Alcohol always makes you feel tired. This is a good time to rest. With one hand resting on the back of his head, he stretched out three fingers and shook: "They have many weapons and supplies, all hoarded in an abandoned mine. There is a fire element in the mine, maybe more than one. I didn't see the warlock, but They can never imprison wild fire elements by iron chains. One of my elf friends..."

Noting the sudden interest in Enid's eyes, Zelin explained in detail: "It's Eofis, you know him."

The interested eyes disappeared instantly.