God-level Demon Hunter

Lei Suo also left the steel sword and dagger in the blacksmith's shop for polishing and repairing, which was another expense.

As for Guvithir, although he has experienced several battles in the Smailk Mine, the sword produced by the goblin is not so easy to wear and tear, and the blade is still smooth and delicate enough to blow hair and break hair. You can do it yourself and maintain it.

What's more, they don't feel at ease to hand over the sword to strangers.

As the end of the purchase.

The demon hunter master and apprentice tailor-made two sets of gray cowhide armor, one large and one small, and knee-high boots in the tailor shop. After all, they can't wear thin and thin linen underwear and cloth shoes all the time, not to mention that they have no defense at all. , the movement is also inconvenient.

None of these things come cheap.

When the sun slanted westward, the city of Elland was shrouded in orange light.

Roy, who spent a day shopping in the market, streets, and shops, calculated all the expenses and income. He was taken aback. In just one day, they not only spent all the income from selling materials, but also posted a lot of money. .

"Spending money like water... Demon hunter is really a high-risk, high-income, high-consumption occupation!"

Now there is only a total of more than 100 crowns left in his pocket. Even if he does not drink and find women, this amount of money is still stretched.

"Lei Suo, should we accept a few commissions and earn some living expenses?" The young man looked at the demon hunter expectantly. His qualifications for employment are only the last magic creature, and then he can wait for the green grass trial with peace of mind. .

And after following the other party on the road, he hadn't browsed through the missions on the bulletin board seriously, and was full of yearning for that place.

How can you be called a qualified demon hunter if you haven't removed the commission from the bulletin board?

"Don't think about any commissions in the near future." The demon hunter narrowed his pupils and sized him up, as if seeing through him, "And, kid, haven't you killed enough in the Smailk Mine? "

"Life is all about movement and stillness. In the next few days, you will honestly assist me in alchemy..." The demon hunter said his plan without any rebuttal, "When the alchemy tools are ready, let's go to the temple with green grass decoction .”

……

Still like Edsburgh, the demon hunter rented a room with a kitchen in the city, called the teenagers to work together, and spent half a day transforming it into a simple alchemy room.

When everything was finished, the familiar iron pot, sand bowl, still, blower, and pestle reappeared in sight, and the young man felt dizzy for a while, as if he had returned to the horrible time when the sky was dark, alchemy with eyes open, and sleep with eyes closed .

But there was a strange longing in his heart, longing for the great sense of accomplishment after going through untold hardships to refine that small and delicate potion.

All these are urging him to pick up the iron pot and sand bowl.be a happy...

"Review the potion of calendula..." the demon hunter asked suddenly while he was in reverie, "dictate the formula and steps of the potion."

"Two ounces of shade-dried calendula, one ounce of nettle, each added to a stone mortar..." Roy blurted out, and the whole formula seemed to be engraved in his soul, which will never be forgotten.

"Not bad, nearly a month has passed, and I still remember it so clearly." The demon hunter showed approval, "Now start to practice the operation and see how much your skills have deteriorated..."

Roy's body moved uncontrollably—from behind, he looked like a senior chef.

Put a bag of marigolds and nettles on the right-hand platform, weigh out a certain amount with a scale, put them in a stone mortar one by one, mash and grind them with a pestle...

After a quarter of an hour passed by the clock, the medicinal liquid in the pot hadn't boiled yet, and there was a faint fragrance.

Roy immediately turned off the fire, held the handle of the iron pot and poured the liquid medicine into the oval earthen pot. His arm was surprisingly stable, without splashing a single drop of the liquid medicine, and finally plugged the cork neatly.

The demon hunter took the potion, shook it, and said in surprise, "Little devil, have you ever refined gold in a dream? If you don't do it for a month, your skills will not deteriorate, but will improve."

"It should be the effect of the blood of the sun," the young man thought, "it strengthens my control over my body."

The 1 point of agility in the elf talent is not for nothing.

"This is a surprise! You barely made it out of the potion of calendula. Next, practice making the second potion." The witcher paused, "To be precise, it is a poison that was used in the Smailk Mine. .”

"Paralyzing poison?"

"You're right, but it's not the simplified version at that time, but the full version with more complicated steps, which can paralyze the whole body of a person... Life is worse than death."

The boy's eyes immediately lit up. After seeing the power of this poison in the mine, he never forgot it.

In some specific occasions, poison is more practical than sword oil and bombs.

The demon hunter immediately poured cold water on him, "Before that, I need you to make a guarantee that it is not a last resort, no abuse of poison is allowed, no matter how it is, now and in the future, can you guarantee it?"

"What do you mean by abuse?"

"Using poison to harm all irrelevant people." Reso recalled those unbearable years, his eyes sighed, "For a long time in the past, the Snake School went astray, valued poison more than magic potion, and was the same as the Cat School Accepting the commission of assassination, the means are even more despicable and vicious, leading to the school's notoriety..."

"Every new apprentice will be asked to keep a pet, such as a cat, a dog, etc. Before the end of the training, the instructor will let them personally kill the animal companions they have cultivated for several years in order to exercise their cruel and ruthless character. "

A look of surprise flashed across Roy's face. He had never received training in this area since he followed the demon hunter on the road, and he had no idea that the Snake School had such a past.

At the same time, I was glad that I didn't join the Viper School in the past. He didn't want to be a saint, and he hated the inhuman murderer even more.

"you also……"

"That's right... Facts have proved that the past strategies of the school were wrong, which to some extent accelerated the withering of the school." The demon hunter suddenly looked shocked, and emphasized, "Once the power is abused, it is like 'overwhelming water', which will inevitably lead to One extreme... If you use poison to make a mistake, as a guide, I will take you back to Visgard to correct it."

He puts emphasis on correcting the word.

Roy's heart skipped a beat, and he said in a deep voice, "Then I swear, with the reputation of being a Snake Demon Hunter, I will never use poison to kill innocent people indiscriminately, otherwise..."

"But Lei Suo..." Roy thought about what this guy would do in the future, stared at the demon hunter's face and changed his voice, "If, suppose one day, you have to use poison to assassinate to revive the Viper School, would you Compromise?"

"That depends on who is assassinating." Lei Suo was silent for a moment, and said seriously,

"Like the emperor?"

"What are you pretending to be in your head?" The demon hunter turned serious and refused to answer. "That's the end of the topic of assassination. Now that you have made a promise, let's continue to study... Remember the simplified version of the formula?"

"Crush the commune, squeeze the juice from the long ruber, chop the aconite..."

……

In the next few days, apart from eating and resting for necessary meditation, Roy kept refining the paralyzing poison under the supervision of the demon hunter like crazy. Because he had experience with the potion of calendula, after dozens of failures, On the third day, I finally succeeded in refining the first dose...

And at that moment, the template shook, and a brand new skill was born——

Alchemy Lv1: A manufacturing technology covering sword oil, potion, decoction, special poison, magic bomb, etc.You are still a beginner, and you currently have: Calendula Potion, Paralyzing Poison.

Roy's face was full of excitement, and the tormented alchemy time finally had some definite results.

"Leso, do you have any other poisons for Snake Sect?"

"I will teach you slowly in the future... Now refine five paralytic poisons and five calendula potions, put them in the interspatial bag for later use, and then assist me in refining potions and bombs..."

Chapter No.17 Unveiling the commission

In the brightly lit alchemy room, a black-haired quarter-elf boy is checking the alchemy items on the table.

"Dancing stars...two." The young man weighed a green glass jar in each of his left and right hands, threw it into the air, and then dropped it. His palms were tightened and stretched, and the earthen jar disappeared strangely.

His eyes turned to a small blue can wrapped with yellow rubber bands.

"Anti-magic metal bomb... not enough opium, so only one..."

With a touch of a finger, the half-fist-sized transparent glass jar disappeared.

"Dragon Dream two..."

"Two swallows..."

"Five paralytic poisons, five calendula potions..." The well-proportioned and powerful palm passed a row of crystal-clear potions and a row of light yellow potions.

"Everything is complete." Roy looked at the big man meditating in front of the alchemy platform, with a relieved smile on his face. For a whole week, he and the demon hunter worked on alchemy day and night, and finally completed the missing alchemy items. .

During this period, they took back the custom-made crossbow bolts and maintained weapons from the blacksmith, and the whole set of leather armor from the clothing store, which was a little simpler than he imagined.

The next step is to prepare for the Trial of Green Grass...

"Okay, brat, there's nothing for you below." The demon hunter finished his meditation, and his rocky cheeks flashed a bit solemn, "I have to stay in the alchemy room for three days, concentrating on processing the ingredients of the herbal decoction. Note Stay, don't bother me."

"As for you... take advantage of this time to wander around Elland."

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and if he continued, he might really be driven crazy, and he couldn't stop his curiosity about the herbal decoction, "Actually, I can leave the chores to me."

"With your alchemy level, you can't intervene..." The demon hunter refused resolutely, uncharacteristically, "The herbal decoction is of great importance, and every step must not go wrong, otherwise it will become an absolutely deadly poison."

After hearing this, Roy became more and more uneasy, "But why do you have to go to the temple to swallow it?"

"Little devil, you got a question wrong..." the witcher said heavily, "Once the herbal decoction is brewed, it must be taken and injected immediately. In the next few days, I will only refine the herbs. It's not time for the official cooking."

"The reason why we put this step in the Temple of Meritelli," the witcher explained, "is that the high priest Nanike over there has a top-notch greenhouse pharmacy, which cultivates several kinds of herbs necessary for herbal decoction. In addition, there are all kinds of perfect alchemy equipment there, and the sorcerer who assists you in the trial should also entrust her."

"What if she doesn't agree?"

"She owes me a favor... I have other leverage." The witcher said firmly, "She will agree."

"Okay, now take your fifth prodrug and go out. Come back in three days."

……

The 14-year-old boy was wearing a black leather armor, and he came out of the simple alchemy room with sweat on his face.

It was early in the morning, the sun was shining, and people were coming and going on the streets of Ireland. Compared with the residents of rural villages and small cities, the clothes of the residents here were more fashionable, and they were no longer monotonous gray and black, full of other things. With bright colors, the body is ingeniously decorated with small accessories such as hats, necklaces, rings, belts, and hair bands.

This is a city full of life.

Roy took a deep breath, stretched his waist with a bright smile, and felt alive again. In the past, he would go straight to the tavern to have a Quint addiction, but now he has a more urgent urge.After finally getting rid of the restrictions of the demon hunter, it is natural to try to complete the commission independently.

On the side of the spacious and tidy street, the young man didn't take a few steps, when suddenly a woman with heavy make-up and a seductive figure hooked her hand at him, with a ambiguous smile on her pretty face, her shawl and messy hair dangling on her shoulders.

Roy stared at the woman twice, then quickly turned his face away, and left at a faster pace.

In this world, girls braid their hair, married women cover their hair with bonnets or headscarves, women of noble birth curl their hair into various styles, and female warriors cut their hair short. Only druids And sorceresses and - whores - keep their hair natural to emphasize their independence and freedom.

The woman in the street is obviously the last one.

Roy didn't want to develop a bad habit, so he firmly controlled it.

……

In the middle of the city, in front of the bulletin board covered with cobwebs and dust.

The originally smug young man stared at the few crumpled commissions, and his expression sank.

"It's all about... um... Looking for a lost cat?" He shook his head in disgust, "I'm not a firefighter, so I don't have that patience."

"Suspect that there is a third party, and find out the evidence of your husband's affair?" The young man complained, "Why don't you retaliate with an eye, and raise a bad boy, and have a 'love affair'?"

"Take care of the paralyzed aunt? I'm sorry I didn't master the babysitting skills..."

"Hmm..." His eyes turned to the lower right corner, and he locked on the last brand new entrustment. Roy finally looked a little more solemn, "The missing son?"

He spread out the entire notice on the bulletin board, read it carefully,

"Look here! It's urgent, please!

Bounty hunter, witcher, whoever you are, old Huck has a job worth 150 crowns for you—”

"My dearest son, Bashir disappeared from the world after going fishing in the river ditch in the suburbs... If anyone is willing to help me find it, you can come to the bakery on the east side of Elland City and talk to you... I hope you He is an experienced person, don't bother liars!"

Suburbs, fishing, missing.

Roy rubbed his chin and thought about it for a moment. The scope of this commission seems to be a bit large. It may not be caused by monsters... but it is the most reliable commission so far.

Then go check it out!

……

In the surprisingly hot bakery, the 52-year-old Huck is putting the dough that has undergone final fermentation and shaping one by one into the huge oval-shaped arched oven.

Neatly coded.

Old Huck has been running a bakery in Ireland for more than 20 years, and at least one-third of the local people have patronized his shop.In the past, every time he put the dough in the oven, he was the happiest. It was like watching his child grow from immature to mature, with perfect taste and taste. That thin and withered face Every bead of sweat on my face will laugh.

But in the past two days, his face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping water.No matter how lovely the bread is, how can it be better than close relatives?

Thinking of my missing son,

His thin body began to tremble involuntarily, his nose was sore and his eyes were red, and he couldn't help crying.Old Huck knew very well in his heart that there are usually only two endings for missing people in Ireland, either turning into corpses or mutilated corpses.

Less than one out of ten survived.

"Continue to search in the afternoon and evening!"

"Excuse me, are you Huck, the owner of the bakery?" The sudden question behind him woke him up from his painful thoughts.

Old Huck cheered up, and took off his dusty gloves, "Yes, but the kitchen is not where you should be. If you want to buy bread, go to the front hall to talk."

"Old Huck's Bakery is a fair price, 20 copper coins is enough for you to have a full meal, no cheating, no messy things like sawdust, alum, clay, pure bread," he subconsciously said to deal with the new The customer's set of arguments, "You can also bring some flour, rye, barley, or oat flour. I will keep some of it and make most of it for you to make bread."

"Sorry, I'm not a customer who buys bread." The young man noticed the other party's bloodshot eyes and thin white clothes, and smiled gently, "Boss Huck, my name is Roy, a witcher. I noticed the entrustment you posted in the center of the city, and I came here to inquire about the specific situation and help you solve your problems."

The man's face froze when he heard the words, and he looked the boy up and down again: he was wearing that kind of stitched black leather jumpsuit and knee-high boots, and the workmanship was a little rough.

Carefully combed short black hair, straight nose bridge, deep black eyes, a little handsome but not too cold to be approached.He has a tall and well-proportioned figure, his muscles are strong and he exercises regularly, and his height is about 5.6 inches (1.7 meters).But the smooth skin, smooth chin and childishness in the facial features still reveal his real age, no matter how you look at it, he is no more than 15 years old!

He waved his hand impatiently, "Little brother, don't joke with me! I'm looking for experienced witch hunters and bounty hunters. Not kids with no hair yet..."