God-level Demon Hunter

"And now we don't accept apprentices, and we don't need someone to help catch mice."

"boom!"

"boom!"

There were two loud bangs in succession, and two weapons appeared on the wooden square table originally used for kneading dough, a delicate hand crossbow and a steel sword gleaming with cold light.

Old Huck was taken aback, he hurriedly took two steps back, and picked up the rolling pin next to him.

"Relax, if I'm here to rob you, you'll be lying flat like bread now. Let me tell you a fact." Roy was very satisfied with the other party's performance, and said nonsense without changing his face, "Because of my elf blood, I look Relatively young, already an adult, and has dealt with some tricky commissions."

As he spoke, he took out the tip of his ear under his hair and showed it for a second. As soon as Old Huck turned his eyes, he retracted it again and said seriously,

"The disappearance of your son is very strange, right? So you need an experienced demon hunter. And the sooner you find him, the higher the chance of survival. Do you want to give up this opportunity? Wait for another demon hunter, maybe a month away Xiner."

Lao Ha's lips moved, the witcher spoke to his heart, and now he has to race against time.

"I didn't come here this time to ask you for an advance payment. Tell me more specific information." The young man raised his chest, his eyes full of confidence and approached him a step, "If I can't help you find Basheer, I won't take any money!"

The wrinkled complexion of the baker owner finally relaxed, and this is the point of the conversation, so why not tell the other party?Anyway, I have nothing to lose, and I can have one more free helper.

Old Huck took a deep breath and led him to the front hall of the bakery. He took off the white soft hat on his head, revealing his withered and messy yellow hair, and sat comfortably on the chair.

"Brother Roy, do you want some bread? It's just baked and still warm."

"I've already eaten, let's stop talking nonsense!" The young man folded his arms around his chest, with a straight face, trying to make himself look dignified.

"But why are your eyes different from other witchers? Don't they all say 'beast's pupils', but you look like us?"

"Because I have elven blood...I bet all the demon hunters you have seen before were transformed from humans." The young man stared at him with a piercing gaze, and his words were full of power, "Let's get to the point!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you straight." Old Huck wiped his forehead and cheeks with a sweat towel, temporarily dispelling the doubts in his heart, and said slowly, "The missing person is called Bashir, my son, just this year... "

"I don't need to say much about what's recorded on the order... When exactly, and where did you disappear?"

"The day before yesterday, that is, on December 12th, at about one o'clock, Bashir took a fishing rod to the Wigan River outside the south gate of Ireland... It was an old place, and he would go there every two weeks Sitting on a rock for a long time is his only hobby!"

"My poor child is still unmarried, and still lives with me, and has nowhere else to go." Old Huck's tone became low, and he lamented, "He used to be home before seven o'clock in the evening."

"But he didn't come home at nine o'clock that night." Huck couldn't help clenching his fists and knocked on the armrest of the chair, a trace of panic flashed across his dry cheeks, "I knew something must be wrong! Al Rand has a curfew at nine!"

"It's also possible to spend the night at a friend's house." Roy guessed, "Isn't it normal for an adult to spend the night outside occasionally?"

"I asked all his friends, but no one saw him!" Huck said worriedly, "I even spent a lot of money to ask all the guards on duty that day, and the boy did leave the city around one o'clock in the afternoon. door, but never returned to the city!"

"Irland has a large number of people coming and going, the guard may not have noticed..."

"No, no!" Huck emphasized, "I have solid evidence... I found his fishing rod by the river, and it was tied with red cloth strips. It was his favorite fishing rod that he had used for ten years. Root 'Emti' right."

"But there are only things, but no people!"

"Except for 'Emti'..." Roy asked, "I didn't find any other clues by the river? Bloodstains, cloth strips, things you carried with you?"

"Yesterday, I got a few old buddies to search outside the city for a whole day, but there was no other clue," Huck said anxiously, "That's why I hung up the entrustment and turned to professionals for help."

"Roy, have you ever encountered such a situation?" The old father was so anxious that he originally called the other master, but the face that was too young made him unable to say, "Do you think my child is still alive?"

"There is a serious lack of information at the moment, and it is impossible to make an accurate judgment." The young man remained calm and continued to ask, "What does the White Rose Knights say? The security of Elland is also under their management."

"Hmph!" Huck spat disdainfully, "The Knights were ordered by King Foltest, and their main responsibility is to protect Prince Seward and his family. How can they have time to care for the common people?"

"They asked me to wait until the public security issues in the city were dealt with...then find someone outside the city to help me." The baker's tone was full of complaints, "I really have to wait until then, 'the bread is all moldy'! I'm sorry The Bashir will end up in the same fate as the vast majority of missing persons, being found dead by some unlucky ghost..."

The muscles on Old Huck's face squirmed for a while, and when he thought of that possibility, he felt that life would be worse than death.

"Well, isn't that what nobles do?" Roy felt the same when he thought of the unreasonable Thales.He tapped the armrest of the chair with his index and middle fingers, "Has Bashir ever had a deep hatred with anyone?"

"Impossible!" Huck said decisively, "This kid spends most of his time with me as an apprentice in the bakery... Cleaning up, carrying flour, catching mice, never complaining, this kind of honest temper can provoke To whom? If he has an enemy, I will definitely know it!"

"Even if there is something I don't know, it wouldn't hurt him so much!"

"Then let's assume that he had an accident by the river." Roy stood up and wrapped the hand crossbow and steel sword behind his back. "Let's go and see where he disappeared!"

Chapter 18 Survey

Outside the city of Ireland, in the south of the Vigan River, Roy squatted on a boulder raised up, rubbing the pebbles with his palms, his eyes swept across the sparkling river, and swept to the other side of the river, where the lush greenery was sprinkled by the river wind. Italian bamboo forest.

The Vigan River flows south through the swamp and joins the Ismina River, and flows northward through the Temple of Meritelli and joins the tributary of the Pontar River. Aquatic plants, algae plants, the river surface is green in the sun, and the visibility is very low.

"How is it, little brother?" Old Huck, who was dressed in gray casual clothes, shook his hands holding a simple fishing rod, and asked nervously, "Have you found any special clues?"

"What's the rush? Didn't I just come here for a quarter of an hour? How can it be so easy?" The young man clapped his hands, then stood up and looked around, "Confirm again, Basheer was fishing on this rock in the past?"

"That's right..." Old Huck nodded and replied, "I've been with him many times, but I've never seen him change places. Bashir is an honest boy with no fancy ideas. Something, a certain place, he basically won't change halfway."

"Then 'Emti' was also found on the stone?"

"That's right..." Old Huck inserted the fishing rod into a sunken hole under the boulder, which was a rather labor-saving fishing spot. "At that time, the fishing rod got stuck in this place."

Roy could imagine the artistic conception of lying on a boulder with the river wind blowing and leisurely fishing with his hands behind his head.

"Then let's search the river bank here..."

"But yesterday I searched the river bank up and down with some old friends, and found nothing!" Old Huck shook his head and said, "It was a waste of time to search!"

"If you want to find your son, listen to me and search again," Roy pondered, "Remember, if you find anything similar to fish scales, bring it to me immediately!"

"Fish scales?" Old Huck wondered, "Master, I asked you to help find my son, not to catch some fish? If you want to eat fish, tell me, and I will give you one for free, grilled or stewed." , with my bread, will it work?!"

"What do you know?" The boy shook his head. He didn't want to scare the father at first, but now he can only say truthfully, "Water ghosts also have fish scales! But the scales of water ghosts are different from ordinary fish. A small synapse with a smell of rotting corpses."

Old Huck's face turned pale after hearing this. Wherever a river passes by, the nearby residents have basically heard of the name of the water ghost, and if they are attacked by this thing, there is no need to say what will happen.

He seemed to grab a life-saving straw and retorted loudly,

"But Bashir has been fishing in this water for seven or eight years, and he has never seen water ghosts appear anywhere!"

"Everything is changing. If it didn't exist before, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist now... If you talk nonsense for two seconds, maybe he will lose a finger!"

"I search!"

The disappearance by the river, if not man-made, is most likely caused by water ghosts. If traces of their presence and scales can be found nearby, the matter will almost come to light.

He is also not what he used to be, he is no longer the rookie who was beaten to the crap by a water ghost, the space is filled with dancing stars, dragon dreams, and almost continuous firing hand crossbows.As long as he is not surrounded by several heads, he has the power to fight.

But reality often runs counter to expectations, an hour later.

Roy looked helpless, and the two searched the river for nearly a mile. They found a few fish scales, but they all came from ordinary fish and had nothing to do with water ghosts.No rags or shoes were found on the water.

Whatever he does will leave traces, and he can almost conclude that there are no monsters in the nearby waters.

Old Huck, who was traveling with him, heaved a sigh of relief, and ruled out the water ghost, so his son still has hope of living!

It's not a monster, so why did it disappear?

"The fishing rod was still stuck on the rock at that time?" Roy thought, "So Bashir should have had an accident during fishing..."

There is no shelter by the river, it is too empty, it is really not a good place to launch an attack.

Roy looked back and looked at the dense euonymus and grass not far behind him. This watershed is remote. If the murderer attacked in the bushes, it would save time and effort to cover up many traces.

"Did you search the bushes yesterday?"

"I also searched..." Old Huck hesitated, "but I didn't have time to search carefully, because I went to the bulletin board to post the entrustment this morning. I planned to come back in the afternoon..."

"That's not good!"

The two spent half an hour uncovering almost every bush and examining them carefully.

Thanks to his extraordinary perception, Roy actually smelled a faint smell of urine from a verdant boxwood, and was overjoyed, "Old Huck, there are often other fishermen, The washerwoman?"

"As far as I know, no," the baker shook his head. "People living nearby live in the north, close to the shore of the Meritelli Shrine. Further south is the swamp, and no one goes there! Except for my Ba Scheer, few people come."

That is to say, the extremely weak smell of urine is likely to be left by the missing person, and of course it cannot be ruled out that it was the person who helped old Huck search yesterday.

Roy searched through the bushes near the smell of urine again. This time, he didn't even spare the grass that had flooded his ankles. He separated them all with his hands and checked the parts that were close to the ground.

The effort was not in vain. After working for an hour, the boy found a dry bloodstain on the grass... The bloodstain was radial, not a natural form formed by spraying the wound, it was obviously squeezed by something...

He had smelled evil ghosts, water ghosts, deer head spirits, and human blood. Although his sense of smell was not as keen as that of a demon hunter, he was [-] to [-]% sure that it was human blood.

No more than three days.

At the moment when Bashir disappeared again, there is no doubt that he couldn't get rid of the relationship!

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"Roy, did you find something?" Old Huck lifted a row of tall elephant grass, squatted down next to the boy... Following the position of his palm, he could see blood stains at a glance, covered with bloodshot eyes His eyeballs were full of horror, and he stuttered nervously,

"Blood, blood? Has my poor child been murdered?"

"Don't be too pessimistic..." Roy comforted him without looking back, "Whose blood is still uncertain..."

In fact, he could almost conclude that something attacked Bashir when he peed here.The thing was fast and powerful, and Bashir had no power to resist.

"Follow me." The two searched along the bloodstains, and soon found a small fingernail-sized, white floc, which didn't smell any peculiar.

Putting two fingers together, pinching and then pulling apart, a white brushed thread is formed, which is very sticky.

"Mixed with blood, what is this?" Roy had a strong premonition that this floc should be able to identify the murderer.

Some kind of monster?But for a while, he really couldn't think of the source.

The two continued to search along the bloodstains... Every time they walked a certain distance, they could find a few drops of dried blood on the tip of the grass, extending inland away from the Wigan River.

They tracked for half an hour with great effort, and the blood stains became less and less, and became lighter and weaker.

From the messy grass and shrubs in the wilderness to the far east corner outside the city of Elland, there are a few sparse pieces of deserted land.

They stand still.

There are lush and dense flowers and plants in the ground, exuding a fragrance, and some round turnips with green leaves and red skins are mixed in during the period. There should be no one living nearby, so these mature turnips have not been picked.

The eyes of the two moved forward along the trend, and they suddenly found a deep black hole strangely appearing on the high field ridge dozens of times away.

Chapter 19 Monsters

The sun shines into the cave, faintly illuminating the yellow, wet clay on the outermost cave wall, while the slope of the cave slopes downward, and it is difficult to peep into the mystery in the distance.

The two hid behind a big tree, looked around for a while,

"Roy, as far as the bloodstains are concerned, does that mean...my Basheer is in the cave?" Old Huck swallowed his saliva, twisted his hands into a ball, and said anxiously, "What the hell is this? A burrow dug by a child? Pangolins, snakes, marmots?"

"Do you think they can make such a big hole?" Roy stared at the hole, a thought flashed in his eyes, "How much does Bashere weigh?"

"176 pounds."

"That's right...that thing can drag Bashir for a whole mile, and its strength is as strong as dozens of small animals."

Roy was even more afraid to go up and check the cave. If there were any terrifying monsters hidden in it, his life would be in jeopardy.The demon hunter has reminded him many times, never to provoke someone beyond his ability.

"Think about what would be able to drag someone close to 180 pounds from the Wigan River to the field without leaving too many traces along the way."

"Could it be a wild boar?" Old Huck's face changed greatly and he guessed, "I can hear the Irishmen complaining every year in the bakery that the crops in the vegetable field have been ruined by wild boars again!"

"Wild boars usually don't drag an adult-sized target so far. And to make Bashir not resist," Roy shook his head and analyzed, "It must first seriously injure or kill the target, and there is little blood on the way Surprising. I can't see any signs of struggle, which is weird."

Old Huck twitched his cheeks, and a more dangerous object came to his mind.

"Where's Grizzly? If my hapless boy happens to..."

Although it is winter, not all grizzly bears will hibernate obediently according to the rhythm, and some grizzly bears that do not store enough fat will come out of their holes to look for food.

"In the same way, if the murderer is a grizzly bear, there should be more traces of fighting on the scene and blood left on the road." The boy's black eyes looked at the cave again. "In addition, comparing the ridge with the turnips in the field, the cave About half the height of a person. Not big enough for a grizzly."

"What exactly is that?" Old Huck lost his voice in pain, covering his face, "It actually preys on humans?"

"We can't delay any longer!" He stood up abruptly, with a look of ruthlessness shot out of his cloudy eyeballs, and said resolutely, "I can feel that he is still alive, waiting for me to go in and save him!"

"You don't even have a decent weapon now, how can you fight with the things inside?" Roy yanked hard and calmed old Huck again, "And if you rush in recklessly without knowing the target, not only will you not be able to save anyone, but you will also hit him. own life."

"I didn't have this child until I was in my 30s. His mother eloped with someone when he was born," said old Huck anxiously. What's the point of living?"

"Listen to me first, I actually have an idea." A gleam of light flashed in Roy's dark eyes.Because he wasn't sure whether the people in the cave would survive, he didn't dare to use extreme methods, such as throwing alchemy bombs into it, or using smoke to roast the contents to force them out.

But since the thing would be a mile away from the cave, it must have had a hunting instinct to bring Bashir from the river to the lair.Even green dragons can be seduced by poisoned sheep, not to mention other beasts.

"Old Huck, go and buy a chicken or duck now, hurry up, it's best to buy it from a nearby farmer's house!"

"You want to lure that thing?" Old Huck was stunned for a moment, and then realized his intention, "Will it be fooled?"

"Try it, use a poultry to probe its bottom!" Roy reminded, "By the way, remember to wrap the mouth of the chicken and duck, so as not to attract that monster in advance."

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