The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Passing through the wooden door is a corner, after passing the corner is another new alley. The road is very narrow, only fifty meters, and low houses are located on both sides of the road. At the end of the alley is a circular open space. Two or three-story houses are located all around, crowded together. There is a well in the open space. A few crows landed on the road sign beside the entrance of the square. The name of this place was written on the board-Mouse Lane.

The seven cultists carried it and moved the sacks to the largest house. A dilapidated statue was erected in front of the house, which looked like a church.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

One cultist stood at the door and waved his hands vigorously, while the other greedily rubbed his hands: "Let's see what good things we found!"

The sack was thrown on the wooden floor, the mouth of the bag was loosened, and a pile of gold and silver utensils and coins flowed out of it and fell to the ground.

"We are rich, haha!"

The cultists cheered excitedly, and their hands covered with calluses and scars stretched out towards the treasure, rubbing these expensive utensils like a lover. Several people took advantage of others' carelessness and stuffed one or two gold coins into their pockets and the inner pockets of their robes.

Suddenly, a person put down the silver cup in his hand: "We have to hide them all." The man opened his eyes and covered his face. The edge of the mask can see the abscess left by the sickness: "Don't forget, a month later. For more gold in the east, we have to find someone first, sell these things, exchange them for gold coins, and hide them in a box!"

"The Thieves' Guild." Another man with a gold plate gazed at the treasure in his hand with joy, and couldn't put it down: "The people from the Thieves' Guild can help us wash all these things and convert them into money. Those gold coins are all Safe, I know someone is collecting these gold and silver utensils, they don't care where it comes from!"

"No one noticed, right?" A cultist slammed his gold necklace into his arms, pretending to eagerly ask other people: "No one is following?! We have been stealing for so many days and digging so much. Tomb, if it attracts guards..."

"Yes." A cultist squatted down and arranged his boots: "We have been robbing and stealing tombs, if we get wanted by those nobles..."

"What are you worried about? Who cares about the broken place?" A cultist sipped to the ground: "There are no guards at all, and there are no residents there. Everyone has gone clean! Who cares so much now, can you? To make money, to rely on a truly powerful existence is what we care about. What is our task? Isn’t it to dig some **** noble graves, and then send the money to the east? Just leave it to the people in the dock. , When you are farming, can you make so much money in a day?"

"Don't worry about the guards." A cultist laughed, and he gestured towards the others around him: "Quietly tell you that the guards are in the same group as us. I mean, the thieves' guild. Which guards Don't kill me, dare to provoke the thieves' guild? I have arranged with the person in charge on the dock a long time ago. If anyone dares to inquire about this, let the guard find a reason and throw the nosy fellows into jail. When you get to jail, how to make arrangements, is it not up to the people in the thieves’ guild to have the final say? They are not polite to the guys who influence making money."

"Also, don't forget, we have someone on the noble side to help." One person added: "Yesterday, didn't someone go to contact them?"

Suddenly, the door of the room was knocked.

The cultists subconsciously protected the treasure in their arms. They looked at each other, and the person closest to the door walked over, removed the door bolt, and opened a gap slightly.

The door was suddenly pushed open, almost knocking the person behind.

"Why did you come so late?" The cultist who squeezed in from the door slapped his wet robes dissatisfiedly: "I thought you all ran away with money!"

"Why did you come back so soon?" a cultist asked maliciously: "Didn't you go to meet those damned nobles?"

"They agreed." The cultist closed the door and kept the wind and rain out: "The promise is very simple. There is nothing to talk about. We provide people, they provide money, and they don't care about our activities here. It's that simple. I think that **** nobleman is almost driven to a dead end. He is very rich. I think he can buy a village for the price of a woven blanket in his villa!"

"That was all snatched from us!" A person stamped his feet angrily: "If it weren't for their lackeys, how could that group of wastes that struggle with walking have money?"

"Dispose of these jewels first, but I guess the money is not enough." The cultist who spoke first calmed down and put a silver cup in his package. He thought for a while and picked up a necklace: " The east side is asking for too much money, and these are definitely not enough. We will divide one point first, and then sell the rest to the thieves’ guild. It is estimated that in a few days, a new ship is coming, and we have to hand in the money in time Ruber, look around and see if there is a cemetery outside the city. Those nobles would rather die and bring their money into the tomb!"

"But some people have been inquiring about in the city recently." A sturdy-looking man shrugged: "Inquiring about a family named Akarat. I remember that house. It used to be a priest. Later, the boy from his family went out to become a Paladin. Is it to come back and want to find his grave?"

"Then let the thieves' guild solve it." The cultist snorted disdainfully: "Whether he is a Paladin or not, no one who wants to cause trouble can get out of the prison alive."

Chapter 2746: Inspiration from Demon Hunters

"Regarding the Zakarum Church, I can recommend someone to you. His name is Kane. He is a scholar. Twenty years ago, he and some powerful heroes entered the city of Trivank, which was occupied by demons. "Sitting at the round table in the guest room, Zelin took the hot water cup and sighed softly: "I once traveled with him for a while. He said that Mephisto corrupted the soul stone that sealed it, so it broke through. Imprisoned, occupied the city of Cui Fank, and slaughtered many residents in the city. Perhaps the fall of Zakarum is related to the corruption of the Hell Demon God."

"Cui Fanke once sealed the Demon God underground?"

To Zelin’s surprise, Johanna showed a surprised look: "I’ve never heard of such a statement. But I know that the Pope did eventually become the King of Abomination in full view, and that’s exactly what happened. Destroy the Zakarum faith, and this also convinced me that the Zakarum faith has been completely corroded and must be purified. Maybe after the investigation activities here are over, I should visit this old scholar. He lives Where is it?"

"He should be on his way to Bastin fortress now." Zelin frowned: "I thought that for such an important matter, scholars in the church would treat it as a top priority and record it in every book."

"I don't know the past church. I have never entered the Temple of Zakarum." Johanna shook her head. "But my master never told me about it. I think she might not know it. The Royal Highness Trevank actually buried it. Such a terrible monster. The scholar you know knows this? He must be a very knowledgeable person."

Suddenly, Zelin realized how important Kane's ideas are to the world.

People are divided by the sea and desert, scattered in various corners of the world in the form of city-states. Most of the king's authority is gathered in the capital, and the remaining places are governed by local governors. People’s communication is not so extensive, and a disaster is likely to cause much of the legacy of knowledge to be lost. Twenty years after Diablo came to Tristram, people in many places did not know this at all, at least in Karl Tim, most people haven't even heard of Tristram.

Not to mention, many people in Westmar, adjacent to Kanduras, don't know anything about it. Once Diablo led the **** demons to invade Westmar, the experience and knowledge summed up by the heroes who fought the enemy in Kanduras would not be of any use to Westmar.

The people of the Zakarum Church had no idea that their temple was sealed with a demon, and the residents of Kanduras did not understand that the abandoned ancient monastery was actually the place where the demon was sealed. It was in this kind of ignorance that Leorige chose to build his palace next to the monastery and developed the underground city of the monastery, so that he released the demons.

Kane's footprints have appeared in every corner of the world. Perhaps it is because of this feeling that he wants to leave a book before the end of his life. Once after his death, the world encounters a demon invasion again, and new heroes can rely on his books to understand what kind of enemies they face.

This made Zelin couldn't help thinking about whether the demon hunter should recruit a scholar in the future to record the history, school and knowledge about the demon hunter in the book. The textbooks used by demon hunters are basically books compiled by scholars in the Sorcerer Academy who study the creatures of the celestial sphere. But the Demon Hunter has never had a set of teaching materials of his own, or an encyclopedia about monsters and curses. Much of the knowledge and experience that followed were passed on from the previous generation of mentors and taught to the apprentices.

A hundred years ago, most of the activities of demon hunters were in the north. People knew about the world from the Dragon Mountains in the north, the Amer Mountains in the south, and from the endless sea in the west to the Blue Mountains in the east. Later, with the invasion of the Nilfgaards, the southern countries did not seem to be that far away. But who knows how far people's activities will expand in a hundred years? Many courageous explorers and navigators are sailing north and south along the coastline, trying to find more land and discover the end of the continent. In the future, ships will carry people to farther places.

At that time, will the knowledge of the demon hunter also appear to be lost?

The experience of the sanctuary reminded Zelin, he should make such preparations in advance.

"I think this old scholar will bring answers to my jihad, but what do you find in the library?" Johanna put her hands on the table and looked at Zelin with concern: "You found the Knights Have you recorded it? Where did the Knights of Westmar go?"

After the rain stopped, Zelin went to the Tower of Corrison. Johanna moved her place of residence from a rural hotel outside the city to a wild boar hotel yesterday. Living next door to Zelin facilitates her investigation of the situation in the city.

"I'm sorry, Johanna, I didn't find any relevant records in the library." Zelin shrugged: "But there are many records about the activities of the Templars during this period. They are in the archives. They are in prison. According to their statement, they...remove the prisoners, but on the surface, they seem to have succeeded. All prisoners have become qualified Templar knights, and there is no record of re-offending. But said To be honest, their method of training recruits reminds me of some cults I have seen before."

In the desert of Kegistan, Zelin saw how the cultists train new people in the remnant stronghold of the Wizarding Society.

"If it were me, I would also suspect that an organization that believes in justice and light can not use this method to treat future comrades in arms. But I am sorry, from many angles, the Knights Templar seems to have no problem. .Whether it is Westmar’s official documents or their own records. There is not much doubt about this organization. It seems that many nobles still have a good impression of them, because these Templars have helped the nobles, in the thieves and bandits. Protect their manor in their hands. Perhaps, they have developed extreme ideas in their understanding of the saints of Zakarumism?"

In the Demon Hunter World, the Eternal Fire Church was originally an organization based on mutual help among believers, encouraging humans to call each other brothers, and advocating that humans should help each other in the dark age, and can dispel fear and coldness in people's hearts like a flame. But now, no one wants to understand or mention the original doctrine of eternal fire.

"But this is the beginning of corruption and degeneration." Johanna looked serious: "Besides, who can be sure that the recruits they recruited in prison are willing to join the Templars? Forcing faith is a sin in itself, Zakarum Belief has not yet been completely purified. After I remove the pollution from the faith, it is not too late for people to freely decide whether to convert or not."

Suddenly, the door of the guest room was knocked.

Zelin stood up, walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, "Who?"

"City guard."

Zelin turned his head to look at Qiao Hanna, who was a little surprised, and looked at Zelin with the same questioning gaze.

Sighing, the demon hunter opened the wooden door.

Three heavily armed guards stood at the door, followed by the panicking innkeeper.

"What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with you?"

"You are Zelin? We suspect that you are involved in the robbery of the tomb. You have to come with us." The leading guard wore the vest of the Westmar Guard, with a pair of dark eyes exposed under the heavy helmet, looking at Zelin: " Did you take the initiative to follow us, or did we knock you out and drag you away?"

"How do you know my name?" Zelin asked

"The hotel's registration booklet." The guard held out his thumb and pointed behind him: "Hurry up, don't you want to test our patience?"

"Do you have evidence that he robbed the tomb?" Johanna stood up and walked behind Zelin: "Could it be that you shouldn't show evidence before making an arrest?"

"A member of the Zakarum Church." The guard's attention shifted to Johanna behind him: "It's still a woman. You'd better shut up. There are enough people in the city who corrupt the church. It will not be a few days. Your Majesty will sign an expulsion order to drive you all out. Those black swamps are where you should be!"

"I heard anger and impulse in your words." Johanna said calmly, not at all irritated by the guard's contempt: "This is one of the sources of corruption."

"I didn't know that Akarat said such things, shut up! Woman, people in your church always like to think of their own words as the words of a saint, otherwise I will also throw you into jail and see if you After the armor is removed, how will the prisoners there treat you! Watch her." The leading guard pointed at Johanna: "She might be an accomplice. Don't let her run away."