Demon Hunter: I became a god in the demon hunting world

"It's so sour! No wonder the boss said to drink it slowly."

Seeing Dick's embarrassment, Sia couldn't help but laugh, covering her mouth again and laughing.

Then the two started chatting here and there again, and Shia never talked about the previous topic again.

Dick also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. There was no disagreement between the two at the moment, and it seemed that the subsequent missions should be very secure.

Now I only have monsters, commissions, and energy points in my heart. The most important thing is to survive in this world first.

As for other things, let’s talk about it later!

After a while, the two finished their meal, and Dick walked to the vendor, ready to dig into his pocket.

The latter quickly waved his hand: "Master Demon Hunter, I don't charge for this meal."

"No money? Are you going to let me eat the King's meal? Bosses like you are not common." The demon hunter joked.

The original person often ate and drank at the vendors, and when Dick's soul came through, he did not directly pay the original person for the previous meals.

After all, it was another person's fault.

Of course, Dick would give the vendor a little more money as compensation every time he ate.

"Yes, ah, no, that's not what I meant. I won't accept this meal, just because those Cato people are here, eh." At the end of the sentence, the vendor covered his head with his hands, looking a little painful.

"I was once a refugee from the Bacchus Empire. Our family traveled through the outskirts of the Noldor Forest and the Cato Steppes, but in the end the rest of the family was tortured and killed by the Gato Hungry Ghosts.

"I came here alone, and it has only been a few good years, but these stupid evil spirits are coming again. I hope that the master demon hunter and Miss Shia can guard Odinburg by then.

“Only when you are well fed can you have the strength to deal with those Gato evil spirits.

"As for this meal, let's just...

The vendor looked at the witcher and cautiously asked, "How about treating it as the commission fee I gave you to defend the city?"

Dick smiled casually: "Okay. Then you can stay at home peacefully. After this is over, I will have breakfast at your place every day."

"Yes, the food you cooked is really good, except that the wild grape juice is a bit sour. After you improve it, Dick and I will come to your place for dinner next time." Sia looked at the witcher.

The latter nodded, "Next time, put a little more sugar in the juice."

"Okay, I understand. I will make sure you are satisfied next time." The hawker said with a happy face.

After that, the two opened the door and left.

The vendor's voice came from behind: "Master Demon Hunter, Miss Shia, please walk slowly."

The two reached the intersection again, and the would-be warlock raised his head: "Dick, I'll go back first."

"No, I want to go back with you."

Shia tilted her head and looked at the witcher with a questioning look on her face.

…

After a while, in a bright laboratory.

"Dick, you've made a lot of progress. Yes, yes, move your hands faster, yes, faster.

"Your potion-making skills are much better than last time. You are so capable, I always feel comfortable all over."

The corners of Dick's mouth twitched. Sia seemed to be a little too open-minded since she was rescued by him.

However, he did not stop what he was doing. He finally ground the materials for several bottles of swallow potion, carefully mixed them, and finally put the finished product into the medicine bag before looking at the quasi-warlock:

"Xia, how is your magic bomb doing?"

"You can only mix it slowly. Now that the dandelion is almost ready, the next step is to mix the ingredients together in even proportions.

"Speaking of Dick, this Stamford Dust and Best Matrix are expensive, so you owe me a big favor. How about exchanging the fat and glands from the petrified cockatrice you hunted before?

"Of course you can."

Dick nodded seriously. He knew that no matter how expensive the petrified cockatrice material was, it could not compare to a magic-blocking bomb that cost about 100 crowns.

Shia just found an excuse to help herself.

As for why Sia wanted to do it by herself instead of letting Dick do it, it was just because he had not yet started to develop magic bombs.

This magic-blocking bomb is expensive and dangerous. If the proportion is not careful, it will damage a large area of ​​things in the studio.

"Speaking of which, Dick, why do you want me to help you make the magic bomb?

"You have to know that what we are going to deal with is Cato's army. At most, this bomb is effective on the priests who exist in Cato. It is a waste of the silent casting effect of this thing to deal with other people."

Dick pondered slightly, "I always feel that the next step is not that simple, and it is necessary to make more preparations."

"Okay, just do as you say." Siya took a spoonful of small, light yellow metallic particles and slowly put them into the beaker while wearing special gloves, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"This Stamford Dust is the core substance of the magic bomb. As long as I touch a little bit of it, I will be unable to communicate with the magic elements in the air. It is really dangerous for a warlock.

"It is said that the government will use magic-blocking gold handcuffs to deal with warlocks who fall into evil ways. Dick, do you know what the core element of these handcuffs is?"

"Stamford Dust?"

"Yes, really smart."

Shia's tone seemed to be coaxing a child, which made the witcher quite speechless, but for the sake of her contribution.

Well...it smells so good!

"Sometimes I envy you witchers." The quasi-warlock said while fiddling with his equipment.

"Envy us? Why?"

"Although demon hunters cannot communicate directly with the magic energy in the air, these naughty magic elements will be slowly absorbed by your demon hunters' bodies and hidden in their organs.

"And in this way, you will not be afraid of demon bombs and gold handcuffs.

"Unlike us warlocks, the body cannot store magic power. If we cannot communicate with the magic energy in the air, we will become as weak as ordinary people."

"But we demon hunters are born with insufficient magic power, so we can only use some magic signs that are slightly stronger than your warlocks' tricks."

"Dick, greed is insatiable. Demon hunters have better physical fitness than ordinary people. Are you still not satisfied?

"Besides, warlocks have powerful spells, but their physical fitness is mediocre. If they are approached by skilled warriors, they are basically dead.

"So some people say that our warlocks are siege crossbows made of glass. They are powerful, but they will break at the touch."

"According to what you said, demon hunters are indeed good." Dick stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Don't be so proud, Dick. I'm going to start preparing the materials now. I suggest you go back first." Xia chuckled.

"It takes a long time to prepare a demon-blocking bomb. I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning. If I can do it quickly, I can bring it to you this morning."

"Thank you very much."

After being captured, Xia rushed all the way. Although she had eaten but had not rested, there were some bloodshot eyes, but she still prepared the bomb for herself.

Dick didn't dare to disturb the quasi-warlock, for fear that her formula ratio would be unbalanced.

He was moved and saw that Xia had started working with full concentration, so he gently closed the door and left the laboratory.

Along the way, the demon hunter thought about how to deal with the upcoming siege crisis:

Since his swordsmanship has improved again, many actions that he had never thought of before can be done at will.

And after returning later, it would be better to practice again in the yard to make the body fully familiar with these actions.

As for the crossbow arrows, more should be added while there is still time.

With that in mind, he walked to his yard, opened the gate, and closed it again.

After taking two more steps forward, Dick suddenly stopped. He felt something unusual.

Except for his own footsteps, there was silence all around.

Even though he had his own yard, there should always be some insect sounds.

Moreover, it was night, when flying insects were active.

At this time, the badge on the demon hunter's neck began to vibrate slowly, and the frequency was getting higher and higher.

The demon hunter badge was warning, and the direction of the danger was...

In an instant, Dick drew the silver sword behind him, turned his head, and took a fighting stance.