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

Dick frowned and used one arm to block the direct sunlight from the window.

He lazily climbed up from the bed, walked to the window sill, opened the window, and looked down. Everything in the courtyard was in order.

Coby seemed to be practicing swordsmanship with his upper body naked. He held a wooden sword in his hand and kept stabbing the practice target in front of him. Captain Fisher on the side was still instructing Coby's movements.

Dick only watched for a while and felt hungry, so he pushed open the door. Two maids were waiting, and they were pushing a tableware with an oval metal cover in front of them.

"Master Dick, you are awake. Do you want to eat now?" A maid asked.

"Can I ask what time it is now?"

"It's 10 o'clock in the morning, Master Dick."

"I am indeed hungry and want to eat now, but I want to go to the toilet before eating. Do you know where this toilet is?"

The two maids smiled at each other.

"Come with me." One of the maids who helped Dick last night replied.

"Then I'll trouble you."

"No trouble, Master Dick."

Following the maid's footsteps, Dick came to the other end of the corridor, and then turned inside to see a big door.

"This is the toilet of the castle. There will be a toilet on each floor."

Dick pushed open the door and looked inside. He was surprised. This toilet seemed to be different from what he thought.

"Master Dick, can you use the equipment in this toilet?

"Our master Odin III spent a lot of money to hire a warlock to help renovate it. Unlike the previous toilets, this can prevent assassins from taking advantage of loopholes to assassinate.

"It is equipped with various energy stones. You may not understand the principles. Do you want me to teach you how to use it?"

"No need to bother, I know how to use it."

Dick looked at the arrangement in front of him. It seemed rough, but it was similar to the equipment of the later home toilet. A smile appeared on his face.

He never thought that he could see such similar equipment in the Middle Ages, and he couldn't help feeling a little familiar.

It's just that these equipment are all made of marble, and there are energy stones shining with light green light on the wall.

"Then I'm relieved. You are worthy of being a demon hunter master. You even know how to use the latest toilet." The maid complimented.

Dick's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand, signaling the maid to go out.

Then he sat on the simple flush toilet of the Middle Ages and lowered his head to think:

Last night, I had survived the first major crisis. The broom witches were completely wiped out, and during this period, I relied on strength and actions to reverse the reputation.

And the next second crisis - the demon hunter cult, mainly the lynx demon hunter will come to ask me.

In any case, I have to continue to improve my strength and gain energy points while there is still some time.

As for Xia, anyway, I have already talked about it yesterday, take your time, don't rush.

Warlocks and demon hunters are long-lived species, they have plenty of time.

And it seems that after Xia was promoted to a formal warlock, it is very likely that her mana will surge, and her body will be invaded by the magic elements in the air, so she can't give birth to offspring.

Many warlocks are unable to reproduce because of this, but demon hunters themselves are also infertile, so there is no need to worry about this.

Even if Xia wants a child in the future, maybe by then her alchemy will be so advanced that she can develop any potion.

Oops, I'm thinking too far ahead.

The maid just said that Odin III specially remodeled the toilet to prevent assassination.

Dick thought about it and figured out the reason.

You know, in the ancient medieval West, assassins would use their long spears to poke upwards in the spacious excretion channel from bottom to top of the toilet. Otherwise, assassins in English would not be that word.

After a while, Dick left the toilet and returned to the door of his bedroom.

In the room, the maid had set the table, with a large glass of milk and a large piece of lamb chops with tempting fragrance, sprinkled with seasonings and vegetables.

"Master Dick, please have dinner."

"I also want to wash my face and brush my teeth."

"That's easy, we have prepared it for you."

After that, the maid took a clean basin.

Dick was not polite, and washed his face in a few strokes and wiped it clean with a towel.

Another maid handed over a clean white cloth with some white crystal particles on it.

"What is this?"

"It's a toothbrush, Master Dick."

Dick dipped his finger into the white crystal particles and put it in the water to taste it. It was salty.

"This is white salt."

"Yes. Just take this cloth and wipe your teeth with white salt."

Dick suddenly realized that when he traveled to become a demon hunter, he had also been troubled about how to brush his teeth.

Every day he just found some fresh tree trunks, pulled off the bark, and put it in his mouth to fool around. He didn't expect that the people in the castle brushed their teeth like this.

He came to the bronze mirror, opened his mouth, and found that his teeth were neat and white.

He brushed a few times with the toothbrush, rinsed his mouth with mouthwater, and looked left and right.

The maid beside him whispered, "Master Dick, your skin is so good."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"You don't have any acne on your skin, unlike us."

Dick suddenly realized that it was no wonder that he felt a little different from the previous few days. He usually didn't pay attention to his appearance and didn't notice any changes.

After the maid reminded him, he realized that even the original black spots on his face had disappeared, and his teeth were even whiter and flawless.

This only shows one thing. My talent [Zhongji Self-Healing] can actually remove dirt from the body, which should be excreted with sweat.

If it were another world, wouldn't this [Zhongji Self-Healing] be named [Innocent Body]?

I was born at the wrong time. If I had this ability in my previous life, I would have been able to live with a rich woman.

After feeling secretly proud for a while, Dick sat down at the makeshift dining table and started eating.

After eating, I changed my clothes under the service of the maid.

Dick truly experienced the luxury of a medieval nobleman, and secretly swore in his heart:

Just this once, just this once, I can't be so lazy in the future.

But the smile at the corner of his mouth could not be hidden. After all, it is human nature to like to enjoy.

Afterwards, Dick walked out of the castle and came to the courtyard.

He planned to say hello to Kebi, ask if his residence was well rested, and then look for a demon hunting commission to improve his strength.

"Oh ha!" The voice of practice came from the courtyard.

Kebi's upper body was naked and stained with sweat, and the wooden sword in his hand thrust forward again.

"Yes, Master Kebi, you are really a genius, your progress is so fast.

"By the way, step back a little with your left foot, that's it. Then concentrate on thrusting forward with all your strength." Fisher on the side was obviously instructing Kerby on swordsmanship.

Seeing Dick coming down, the two of them stopped what they were doing.

Kebi gasped for air, and after a while he said: "Dick, are you awake? You are really not as good as us. We drank so much yesterday that nothing happened. Instead, we all got up very early, but you are too drunk."

Dick waved his hand and said, "I'm indeed not a good drinker. By the way, Kerby, are you practicing swordsmanship?"

"Yes," Kebi's face turned serious, "After yesterday's city defense battle, although I was awarded the official title of knight by the Grand Master, I found that my strength is still far behind, so I asked Fisher to guide me. fencing."

"I think the swordsmanship that Fisher taught you seems to be mainly thrusting, unlike the swordsmanship of our Lynx sect, which is mainly focused on swinging."

"That's right." Fisher said with a smile, "Master Dick, what I learned is family swordsmanship, which is really focused on thrusting.

"The swords in our homes are actually much thinner than those in the army, making it easier to penetrate the enemy's vital points.

"And we pay more attention to the forward and backward movement of our steps. How should I put it? In the words of my grandfather, our swordsmanship is precise and elegant." A trace of nostalgia flashed in Fisher's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be a master swordsman!" Dick teased.

But this time, Fisher did not reject Dick's words of praise, and there was a trace of amusement on his face. "Although I'm not a master, yesterday I killed three mummies in one go with my sword skills."

"But didn't you say that you were knocked unconscious by a monster while defending the city yesterday?"

A look of embarrassment flashed across Fisher's face, and then he explained: "Master Dick, I did kill three monsters. Although it was with the cooperation of the soldiers, a hole was opened in our defense. I am Caused by a sneak attack from the monster behind."

"Yes, Dick. I have sent people to check the wounds of those monsters. You know, I will establish military merit based on the number of enemies killed on the battlefield.

“There were three monsters whose eyes were indeed fatally pierced by a sword.

"And what you don't know is that Fisher used to be a member of the Falcon Order of the Knights, but he retired when he got older. He plans to stay in Odinburg for stability."

(Tip: Assassin, separate it into three, three and two, which is concise and easy to understand.)