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

When we returned to Odinburg, it was already four or five in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, Dick suddenly thought that since he had collected so many materials today, he might as well go to Shia's place to refrigerate them.

He did as he said, turned around, and walked directly towards the would-be warlock's home.

"Sia, is Sia here?"

Outside the courtyard gate, Dick shouted.

No one responded.

I pushed the courtyard door gently, only to find that it was not locked.

I walked to the door and tried again, but it was also unlocked.

Looking inside, the living room was extremely tidy, and Dick shouted again: "Xia, are you in the laboratory?"

Still no one responded, and the witcher frowned because the living room was so clean, as if all necessary things had been moved away.

Dick directly pushed open Sia's bedroom and found that the bedroom still smelled of a faint fragrance of flowers, but the two dolls on the bedside had disappeared.

Dick quickly turned around, quickly came to the living room, and opened the door to the laboratory, but there was still no one.

No Shia.

No Barbara.

After lighting the surrounding oil lamps, the witcher sat quietly at the experimental table. A square leather box was placed on the left side of the table;

On the right side is a small waist bag similar to what a witcher usually wears, with a lynx pattern clumsily sewn on it with thin threads.

And in the middle of these two objects is a piece of paper. To be precise...

It's a letter.

Dick picked it up and read slowly and carefully:

Dick, by the time you read this letter, I will have left.

My internship in Odinburg has ended.

The master is very satisfied with my breakthrough. Now I go back to take the official warlock assessment.

As expected, I will become an official warlock in one year, and I hope to see you again then.

I really enjoyed my internship with you in Odinburg.

Although you were a bit of a jerk before.

When Dick read this, he could imagine Sia's face that couldn't help laughing when she wrote this sentence.

He continued to look down:

However, although this period of time was short, we experienced a lot. We hunted water ghosts together, developed potions together, dealt with broom witches together, and defended the city together. I miss these days very much.

See that box?

It contains everything you need for hunting monsters later.

The potions and the like in the box were all developed overnight by my master. I think they will be enough for you to use for a while.

As for that little witcher pocket, you need to put a drop of blood into it.

By the way, the lynx pattern above was sewn by me, so don’t find it ugly.

Both of these are given as gifts to you.

Finally Dick, remember what you said - stay alive, together.

Quasi-warlock from the Magic Academy - Shia, stay.

The witcher put down the letter and opened the leather box on the left. Dozens of test tube potions were neatly arranged inside, and there were labels next to the potions:

[Swallow] potion to reduce injuries;

[White honey] potion that reduces the toxicity of magic potions;

…

There is even a blizzard potion that can temporarily greatly improve the witcher's reflexes and agility.

Although Dick didn't know how to make the blizzard potion, he also knew that this material was very precious.

On the right side, there are a total of ten bottles of various sword oils such as [Beast], [Remnants], and [Ghoul].

There is even a magic-blocking bomb in the middle, and two pitch-black balls that are smaller than the magic-blocking golden bombs - [Foehn] bombs, which can be used to blind monsters and blow up monster nests.

"Sia." Dick whispered softly to himself.

Then he closed the box again and took the fanny pack on the right side of the table in his hand.

Looking at the somewhat ridiculous lynx pattern, a warm current surged through my heart.

I was about to open my pocket bag to see what was inside, but found that it seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier.

Dick suddenly understood, and immediately took out the dagger from his waist, slowly made a small cut with his index finger, and squeezed out blood and dripped it into the pocket.

Then he tried again. This time, his palm reached in without any obstruction, and information came to his mind that this was actually a spatial pocket, with a full cubic meter of space inside.

Although the original body was uneducated and incompetent, descriptions of space objects were also recorded in his memory.

In this era, space items are extremely precious. Each one is worth tens of thousands of crowns, and there is no market for it. This is because making such space bags requires a great deal of energy and magic power from a warlock, and requires energy stones of different grades. And it can only be made with cumbersome formations.

Without saying a word, Dick silently replaced the belt bag on his waist and put all the contents into the space bag.

Finally, he put all the potions and sword oil made by Shia into the space and tied them around his waist again.

After doing this, he looked around the laboratory. It seemed that in a corner, Shia was slowly grinding herbs and looked over with a smile on her face.

…

After closing the door and walking into the yard, I realized that the wind was freezing tonight and heavy snow was blowing everywhere.

"Is it going to snow so soon?"

Then, Dick murmured and walked towards Odin's Fortress. There was a sound of "treading" in the thick snow, and a row of clear footprints were deeply engraved on the white snow.

"Xia has already mentioned that she will succeed in the assessment in one year, and she will become an official warlock at that time.

"The brief separation is just for a better encounter.

"Then I," Dick clenched his fists, "have to work harder.

“When I first came to this world, I only became stronger in order to survive, but now it seems that I have another reason to become stronger.

"Xia, wait for me."

…

Early the next morning, Dick got up and finished his meal under the service of the maid.

The maid handed Dick a spacious cloak again, "Master Dick, Master Kebi asked me to give this to you. He said that the weather is cold now. Although you are a witcher and your physique is better than ordinary people, but you have this bear skin. The big cloak can also block the wind."

"I'm interested." Dick took the cloak and put it behind him, then went downstairs.

But in the hall, Kebi frowned and was sitting at the long table discussing something with Fisher.

The stove at the end of the long table has been lit, dispelling the cold air of early winter.

Seeing the arrival of the witcher, Kebi and the two looked relaxed.

"Dick, when Sia left yesterday, you were carrying out a demon hunting commission. I didn't call you, but I sent them away myself." Kebi smiled.

"I know about this." Dick found a seat and sat down nonchalantly, and asked: "Kerby, you are really busy with work. Why are you starting to study something with Captain Fisher so early in the morning?"

Fisher smiled bitterly and said: "Dick, you don't know the impact of this Cato siege. Not only were there many villagers who were unfortunately killed near Fort Odin before, and they needed Master Kebi to appease and provide some supplies, but also Odin There is also a little trouble in the black forest on the east side of the castle. It is said that there are always strange branches that are constantly bending and spreading outward, seeming to prevent nearby woodcutter from cutting firewood. "

Dick leaned forward, "There are indeed monsters in the black forest, but as far as I know, as long as the deer-headed spirit does not invade its territory, it will not harm others.

“Did those woodcutters go too far?”