God-level Demon Hunter

"That's it...Roy," the businessman nodded, folded his hands around his chest, and looked him over again with scrutinizing eyes, "You don't look strong enough, let's rule out most of the physical work first. Can you count? Can you read? If there are any other advantages and strengths, let’s talk about it.”

"Arithmetic is fine, but I don't know how to use common characters." Roy scanned the shelves of the merchant and observed dozens of herbal medicines. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Besides, I am very familiar with herbal medicines. For example, I know that the oldest herb on your shelf is the five-year-old datura root in the middle compartment. Datura root is very good for rheumatism, malignant sores, and wheezing cough."

The businessman was surprised when he heard the words. He didn't expect the young boy in front of him to have such sharp eyesight, and what he said was accurate. "Look carefully, what kind of herbal medicine is this?" The businessman pointed to a khaki, conical tuber in the grid on the left of the datura root.

"This is aconitum," Roy winked at the shopkeeper. "It's about three years old. It's mainly used for...well, it has a miraculous effect on impotence."

The businessman asked him about more than a dozen kinds of herbs on the shelves in one breath, and Roy answered all of them fluently.

"Can you recognize the flowers of this ghost needle grass? The little brother is really insightful," the shopkeeper stretched out his hand to him in admiration, "Roy, right? You can just call me Tross. I run a herbal medicine shop in the market. For several years, both the person and the store have had a good reputation, do you want to consider helping me? Judging from your accent, it is obvious that you are not from Edelsberg, and the dealers in other stalls are not so easy to get along with except me."

"Can you be more specific?" Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and asked calmly, "For example, job content and salary..."

"Little brother, I am 43 years old this year. In order to run this shop, I have to get up at four or five o'clock in the morning every day, buying goods and setting up a stall under the freezing wind. I will die suddenly at the age of 50. I want to find a buddy to help me pass this time period. Those who are familiar with herbs and arithmetic are the best, and they have a good memory."

"The main thing is to watch from 5:50 to [-]:[-] every morning, waiting for me to take over. If there are no problems, the weekly salary is [-] crowns and [-] copper coins."

It is not difficult for Roy to get up before four o'clock every day.After completely replacing sleep with meditation, he only needs five hours of rest a night.But the weekly salary is 5.5 crowns, which is only 22 crowns a month, which is not enough for the rent outside the city.

"Uncle Tross can't fool me just because I'm young and an outsider..." Roy pursed his lips. "The weekly salary is 10 crowns...I can start working now."

"Little brother, you can't ask for prices. Like when I was thirteen or fourteen years old, I couldn't earn so much for a month." Tross narrowed his eyes and changed his tone, "How about this?" ? The weekly salary is 7 crowns, and you will be provided with a meal at the barbecue stall next to it. I can guarantee that no other place can give you better treatment."

Roy stared into the merchant's eyes. After a long time, when the other party was about to lose patience, he nodded, "Uncle Tross, how about counting the days today? Tell me how to do it? What are the herbs now? market?"

……

Roy spent the whole morning at the herbal medicine stand, asking the price of each herbal medicine.

The price of herbal medicines often fluctuates, so Tross will record the latest information on the kraft paper next to the shelf every morning for his reference and memory.He also taught him basic weighing tools and a few precautions.

In the end, I specifically asked him to come to work before four o'clock tomorrow morning, and then let him go.

……

Roy continued to hang out in the market. The work of the herb stand ended at eight o'clock in the morning. He still had a lot of time and was ready to take another job.

The most ideal job is of course a butcher's apprentice, experience and kroner are the same, but as the miller outside the city said, Edsberg is not Kaye Village, and the butcher here has no relationship with him, so it is impossible to transfer oil and water Cheap for foreigners.

The work of slaughtering pigs and sheep outside the city is not his turn, but Roy has his eyes on another job of a similar nature in the market-a hawker who specializes in handling live chickens, ducks, geese and other poultry for the townspeople.

The experience value of poultry is only 1 point, which is equivalent to one-fifth of that of ordinary livestock, but it cannot support a large number.

The stall for handling poultry is right next to the wooden fence where the animals are kept. The owner of the stall is Ruhr, a gray-haired local old man. Roy recommended himself cheekily and showed him his skillful cutting skills. After calling the fat head goose and cleaning the hair, blood and internal organs, Ruhr agreed to accept the employee.

It's just that the wages are extremely low, and only 50 copper coins are paid for every [-] poultry processed.

Roy didn't bargain. This hard work is mainly for experience points. According to Old Ruhr, at least fifteen poultry have to be handled in the morning alone, which is fifteen points of experience points. It's even higher if you work hard.

Big cities have this advantage, there are many opportunities, and there are many ways to gain experience, so you don't have to risk your life all the time.

……

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, put down the bloody knife in his hand, and patted off the messy poultry feathers. Throughout the afternoon, he eliminated 20 "quacks", gained 20 experience points, and proficiency in slaughtering skills.

More importantly, with a foothold, even if they don't rely on the relief of the demon hunters, they can still survive in this big city.After a few days, when his job stabilized, he went to find a place to study.

……

Following the afterglow of the setting sun, Roy returned to the water mill outside the city. The smell of soil, grass and falling leaves rushed towards him. He finally recovered from the smell of poultry manure. The corners of his mouth slightly curved, his mood changed. be happy.

A hundred meters away from the mill, Roy stopped suddenly and looked into the distance curiously.

Outside the dilapidated wooden warehouse, a group of boys and girls surrounded the place where hay and firewood were piled up. Their faces showed meanness that did not match their age, and they pointed at a petite figure sitting on the ground in the encirclement, Non-stop sarcasm.

"You're ugly, you look like a camel... You don't hide in the house honestly, you dare to run out and wander around. Seeing you, I really have no appetite at all. How can I eat?!"

A tall, thin boy with dense freckles on his face kept poking the man's hair with his index finger, uttering vicious words,

"Hmph! She's not a camel, camels are so cute..." Another pretty little girl with two braids, holding a forked tree branch in her fleshy little hand, slammed toward the man's raised chest A stick was thrown in the back, and the man's body trembled from the pumping. He wrapped his hands around his knees, and pressed his face firmly against it. "She's a monster... It's full of highly poisonous sewage. If she hates someone, she will secretly poison someone's food... My grandma must have been poisoned to death by her, her biological mother He was also poisoned to death by himself!"

"She's an old hag, a freak, that's what it says in the book, she curses people every day and unleashes evil witchcraft. A witcher should be called to get rid of her... Mutants can deal with freaks. "

"Woooo..." The man in the middle suddenly sobbed.

"Ugly, weird, and crying... think we are bullying you!" The freckled boy slapped her on the back of the head violently, "We are doing justice, just like the Revolutionary Army, and she belongs to the Bad bitch from the baron! Hit her!"

Some children pulled her hair, some punched and kicked her on the back, others lashed her with branches, and smashed her with stones and mud.

"Hey! A group of little bastards, what are you doing? Don't stop!"

Suddenly there was a loud cry not far away, and the child who was doing evil was startled by the sound. He looked back, didn't care if he saw it clearly, and fled in all directions in a panic.In the blink of an eye, only the girl with her arms around her knees was left.

The old white apron was covered with footprints and mud, and under the brown hair, patches of bruises and bruises could be seen on the exposed neck.

"Your name is Toya, right, the miller's daughter. How do you feel, did those little bastards hurt you?" Roy went to the side and knelt down, reaching out to her.

The hunchbacked girl just turned her face and glanced at him, her eyes timid and wary.

There were two red palm marks on her fair face, as if two buckets of dirty paint had been poured into a delicate oil painting.The girl pressed her palms covered with chilblains and calluses to the ground, silently propped up her bony body that was bent by the huge hunchback, and limped into the warehouse and closed the door.

Roy couldn't imagine what kind of life the other party was living, so he showed such an expression... But he felt that he should do something for the other party, so he took out the processed marigolds from the space, wrapped them in cloth and put them outside the door , "Tuoya, I left some herbs for you outside, just chew them up and apply them on the wound... Believe me, the effect is very good."

……

Before the dinner table, Roy mentioned the matter to the miller and his wife angrily,

"I saw a group of stinky brats bullying Toya. Five or six surrounded her alone, pulled her hair, beat her with a stick, and slapped her face swollen. Don't you care?"

"Oh, little brother, you don't know, that girl has rough skin and thick flesh. A few slaps are not painful, but she can still work honestly." Mana gnawed on the greasy fat, her bloated face He had a familiar expression on his face.

Roy took a breath, there was no doubt that this fat woman must be a stepmother.

"I understand that you are kind." Henk also chimed in, "But our family is just an ordinary family, so we can't protect Toya like a princess? There is no way in this world. With her appearance, she can't Where can I not be chewed and gossiped? Toya can only survive if she suffers more setbacks and grievances, and suffers more crimes. More than ten years have passed, and that girl is very strong now."

A little grievance and frustration?

Roy finally understood. The couple who didn't even let Toya serve dinner didn't treat her as a daughter at all. They were probably just free laborers who were beaten and scolded?

"Don't mention that girl. Little brother, have you been in the city for a long time today, have you found a job?" Mana asked curiously, more interested in this question than Toya.

"found it……"

Both husband and wife have joy in their eyes. If the job is stable, then this kid will have the money to continue renting the room...

After dinner, Roy took a special look outside the warehouse door, and he was relieved that he didn't see the calendula. When he returned to the room, he suddenly found a fresh, wiped clean one on the bucket in front of the door. Clean apples, with the blue cloth wrapped in herbs underneath.

"Is this a return gift?"

He seems to have found a way to communicate with the girl.

No.17 Chapter Vivien

"What would you like to have today? Beef brisket sprinkled with basil?" Beside the barbecue stand, a young man with red hair and a big nose in his 20s quickly brushed spices on the meat skewers on the grill with both hands, and the smell of meat wafted far away with the wind. , the young man next to him couldn't help but move his nose.

"Then you recommended this. Emile, remember to add more peppers, the weather is getting colder." Roy, whose cheeks were flushed from the cold, brushed his feathers in the cold wind, and looked at the gloomy Sky.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was not far from November 11st, the new year recorded in the elf calendar.

In the past three days, Roy has completely adapted to the work in the market. The poultry stall can provide about 30 experience points every day, and the work of the herbal shop is also very smooth.He also got acquainted with Tross, the Emil who sells barbecue, and the old Ruhr at the poultry stall, and his life is extremely regular. Except for the routine training every night, he is just an ordinary young man who goes to the big city to hunt. Traces of the devil seem to disappear from life at once.

"Here, your meat is ready," Emil handed over a string of sizzling roast meat that was as long as his forearm. "You can be regarded as a regular customer, so I added a little more."

Roy took the meat skewers and walked to a remote corner to enter the space. The meat skewers were not prepared for himself, but for others.In the evening, he was about to leave the market and return to the mill, but he was stopped by Tros from the herb shop.

"Well... Roy, there is a washerwoman named Cuilin who ordered a pack of honeysuckle, how about you bring it to her for me?" Tross said casually, "She lives in No. I can't go to the shop."

During this period of time, the other party often asked him to help run errands.But it was the first time he asked to be sent to the lower city. Roy thought of the reminder from the Sparrow Gang and Henk.But several days have passed, so I can't be so unlucky, right?

"Row."

Roy walked through the market in Midtown and towards the slums to the east.The sky was gloomy, large dark clouds gathered in the distant sky, and the orange sunset in the past was hidden.

Across a narrow and turbid stinking ditch, there are endless low-rise shacks, which constitute a slum that is full of filth.

After a few steps into the slums, Roy frowned and covered his nose. Most of the houses were dilapidated and connected together. Sewage poured out from the sewers to pollute the ground. Household garbage piled up in a mess in the dark and narrow alleys. mouth.

The people who passed him were wearing cheap clothes, with disheveled faces and anxious expressions. When the cold wind blows, their flushed faces flashed with confusion.Some men are young, but their backs are deformed by heavy physical labor.

The smell of fish, human and animal excrement intertwined into an indescribable stench in the air.

Compared with the clean and tidy rich people's area, here is the difference between hell and heaven. The mess is not enough to describe, even Kaye Village.

But this scene is the norm of the times.

Resisting the urge to turn around and leave, Roy came to the destination of the trip and handed the herbs to the skinny woman who was washing the sheets in the yard outside the house.

But on the way back, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart, and a feeling of thorns in his back spontaneously arose.Roy deliberately walked to a corner, and secretly glanced at the direction when he came and went from the corner of his vision.

As expected, there were two gaudy looking men hanging far behind him.

"What are these two guys doing, why are you following me?" Roy remembered Henk's warning from the miller.

"Is it so unlucky to come to the lower city for the first time?" Roy took a deep breath and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

The two stalkers had no idea what was hidden on the seemingly harmless targets.

Such a scene appeared on the dirty street.A young man bowed his head and sprinted ahead, followed by two men with gloomy faces sneaking behind him.

On the second floor of the dilapidated house on the roadside, some residents who were collecting clothes on the balcony noticed something strange, but they just propped their chins and looked like they were watching the show. Can't go fast enough.

No one's own business.

Roy quietly focused his attention on the hidden hand crossbow, estimated the size of the remaining space, accelerated his speed, and jumped forward.

"Hey, little brother, come here!" A sudden voice interrupted his plan, and when Roy looked up, he saw a beautiful young woman not far in front of him waving to him.

are you calling me?

He glanced back at the two stalking guys, hesitated for a moment, "Forget it, there are too many people, and it won't end if there is a big commotion."

He approached the woman, and a faint fragrance hit him. He felt his eyes go dark, and his left arm was embraced by Wen Xiang Nuanyu in an instant, "Little brother, don't be afraid if I'm here, those two bastards don't dare What to do with you!"

The woman blinked at him, and while speaking, the two people following her stopped as she said, and the man with a large tattoo on his neck spat thick phlegm at them with a "pooh".

"Boy, you are lucky!"

Hasty footsteps sounded, and the two men left cursing.

"Well, thank you for your help." Roy's face was stiff, and the soft touch on his arms made him uncomfortable.

"Sorry, did it hurt you?" The woman let go of her arms and touched Roy's hair affectionately. She is about 5 by 8 inches (1.7 meters) tall, 24 years old, wearing an emerald green top and The pleated skirt above the thigh fully highlights the beautiful body curve.

Long wine red hair is tied behind her head, a silver pendant is hung on her slender neck, her legs are straight and fair under the pleated skirt, and her waist is tightly wrapped by a belt. The most attractive thing is her moist eyes Her bright eyes and slightly thick red lips gave her a charming look.

This bright face smiled brightly, and in an instant, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be dispelled.

"My name is Vivien. You little brother? Why did you come down to the city alone, and no one told you that this place is dangerous? The guys from the Sparrow Gang will do all sorts of stupid things for money."

The woman's voice is very gentle, and her attitude is surprisingly good.

Roy was taken aback by her bright eyes, but his body was immature, so he quickly recovered, and smiled gratefully at the other party, "Sister Vivien, just call me Roy, I will replace you." Sending a package of herbs, I didn't expect to be so unlucky, this is the first time I have encountered such a thing."

"Oh, I thought those two bastards were waiting for you..." Vivien murmured, "Where are you going now?"

"Go back to the herbal shop in the market."

"I happened to stop by to buy something, let's go together..."

Roy was sure he didn't feel threatened by the two villains, so he agreed.

The two walked side by side, and it didn't take long for Roy to notice that the woman's hands were far less delicate than the skin on her face, full of chilblains, dead skin, and calluses.

"Sister Vivien, what happened just now often happens in the lower city? No one cares?"

"Recently, the Revolutionary Army has made a lot of trouble. There are too many things in the central city and the rich area to manage, and the lower city is basically left unattended. In the future, you must be careful and don't come here alone."

Roy asked worriedly, "You helped me just now, will those two bastards retaliate?"

The woman stopped suddenly when she heard the words, a gleam of relief flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she was looking at a junior in her family, "Don't worry, they don't dare to do anything to me."

Roy was surprised when he saw this, and the other party seemed to have a good impression of him for no reason.

The two chatted as they walked, but when they arrived at the herbal shop, Vivien waved at Roy, urging him to hurry over, then turned and left freely.

Tross noticed Roy and the women with him, his eyes flashed with surprise, and his expression quickly returned to normal.

"Have things been delivered?"

"Well," Roy paused, "Uncle Tross. Do you know Vivien? It's the woman just now."

Tross raised his face, his small eyes were narrowed into slits, his face seemed to be dreaming about something intoxicated, "Vivien is a good girl." He drew a gourd curve in mid-air with his palms facing each other, and licked Dry lips, "I'm taller than ninety-nine percent of the women in this city, right?"

"She's still warm and kind. I was stalked by two sneaky guys in downtown, thanks to her for helping out."

Tross's eyes suddenly dawned, and he blamed himself, "It's all my fault. I should have warned you earlier that the downtown area has not been peaceful, especially recently."