God-level Demon Hunter

"Has the water ghost been dealt with?"

At this time, the hunched village head with a goatee came out from among more than a dozen village strongmen. He straightened his neck, tilted his cheek slightly, and said in a stiff tone.

The young witcher threw two heavy blood sacks on the ground, and said flatly, "A total of 26 ears come from 13 water ghosts. You can count them all. There are no more monsters in the swamp over there." You, you are safe, at least for the last one or two years."

The village head gave a stout villager a look, and the latter immediately opened the cloth bag and counted, and then nodded at everyone.

"That's right, 13 water ghosts."

The goatee rolled his eyes, and sent someone to exchange a bag of kroner. "This is the agreed remuneration. Let's settle the property. Now the two of you can leave."

"Wait, the number seems to be a bit off." As soon as he got the bag, Roy felt something was wrong.

"It's only fifty crowns in the bag. If I remember correctly, the agreed reward was clearly one hundred crowns."

"Are you fooling a fool into thinking that witchers don't count?"

Along the way, this is not the first time they have encountered a bad guy who reneged on his debts—not all the people in the country know the power of a witcher.

Most of them are stupid villagers who listen to absurd rumors and despise and hate witchers.

They know that demon hunters are good at slaying monsters, but they don't know the blade in their hands-killing people is like killing dogs.

"He who does not know awe cannot live long."

Roy's dark golden pupils shrunk into a prismatic shape, looking around at the men present, his eyes were as sharp as knives.

And that look is like a beast picking its prey.

The bald man stood beside him with his arms folded, his rock-like muscles bulging, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his face was so cold that it could freeze people.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and the village head's thin body trembled, but the villagers behind him seemed to cheer him up, and they took a step closer to the two witchers with pitchforks and hoes.

"That's all, get paid and leave quickly! Otherwise, you won't get a penny!"

"Think that the witcher is a soft persimmon, easy to bully? You must leave another fifty crowns!"

Roy said viciously, "Or keep your head!"

The right hand suddenly stretched out behind the back and pulled out Gu Weiheer, and there was still a trace of blood on the flickering blade of the sword—the blood that was left on purpose.

When the villagers saw this, their eyes turned numb, their faces turned pale, and their IQ finally returned to normal—the demon hunter killed more than a dozen water ghosts, so how could they resist?

At the same time, the tall and burly Lei Suo got a signal and twisted his thick and short neck... Cracking his sandbag-sized fist,

"Just right, the dozen or so water ghosts just now didn't have enough fun killing them."

"Stop! We admit it!"

Goatee finally couldn't help admitting his cowardice, wiped the cold sweat off his brow, and in a panic took out another bag of kroner from his pocket and threw it over.

"A total of one hundred crowns, one point is not a lot! Are you two satisfied now?"

Roy put the money in his arms contentedly, and then exchanged glances with the big man.

"The commission is over. So, goodbye, you idiots!"

"Finally, a friendly reminder that not all demon hunters are as approachable as us."

"Next time I will renege on my debt - be careful that the whole village will die!"

……

"If the villagers made up their minds not to pay the money just now, would you do it?" Roy asked curiously, leading the horse far away from the village.

"When they are beaten until their noses and faces are bruised, they will naturally know the importance of credit, and obediently spit out the money." The witcher paused, and his face became cold.

"But if you dare to use the 'weapon'..."

Roy suddenly realized that the bald man must have killed many troublemakers in his long life.

Once the villagers are shot, it means that they must be exterminated - as long as one is released, the demon hunter will become a wanted criminal. There are many such examples in history, and Roy knows several.

However, he didn't struggle with whether to kill or not, and he would instinctively make a choice when the time came.

"It is impossible to know whether the client is a good citizen or a villain in a poor country."

"However, one thing is certain, 90.00% of the peasants have not mastered the magic skill of stabbing Geralt's waist with a pitchfork."

Chapter 4 Hotel Conflict

"Deer, Deer..."

The crisp horseshoes startled the flying dust, and two horses, one black and one brown, galloped on the path between the forests.

The leading knight was clearly superior.I saw him holding the rein with both arms, his slender and strong thighs firmly gripping the horse's belly, and his vigorous figure was slightly arched, moving forward with the rhythm of the horse's running.

His whole body seemed to be integrated with the steed under him, and he was able to control it with ease, especially with the spare energy to look back and visit the lagging knights.

The performance of the latter knight was much inferior, with his body leaning against the horse's back and his posture slightly stiff.

After a while, they ran out of the forest and into an open plain—

At noon, most of the hungry people returned home, and there were not many people on the street.

And the straw roofs in the village are billowing with smoke. Among them, in front of the yard of a spacious and majestic brick-and-tile building, there is a plaque of the hotel.

"Yuyu-"

Roy, who was wearing a cloak and leather armor, grabbed the reins tightly and jumped off the horse impatiently.

As soon as he was on his way, cold sweat covered his face.

However, he was very gentle to Werther, the instigator. He gently patted the mane around the horse's neck and whispered to it, while holding the rein and walking forward slowly.

"Wilter, Wilter, you have to be tighter next time, I will lose half my life every time I ride you..."

Lei Suo, who was leading the horse in front, shook his head when he heard the words. The wide cloak on his body covered his well-developed muscles. There were straps and leather buckles on the chest and waist of the worn-out leather jacket, and a row of throwing knives and A small medicine bag.

The five words "Don't provoke me" are written all over the body.

Recently, seeing this guy talking to horses all the time, the witcher began to doubt his mental state.

Can a horse understand?

……

The two led the horse along the street to the door of the hotel. The man greeted him and took the reins from them graciously.

"Feed them some soybeans, peas and corn, and prepare some water."

Roy instructed, "Don't worry too much about money. Good horses on the road must be fed with first-class goods. Don't fool us with moldy and spoiled things, understand?"

"Don't worry, the guests are welcome to come in..." The man looked at the young and handsome face under the hood of the other party and said,

"Strange...what's the matter with this guy's eyes?"

He glanced at the strong man like a hill again. Both of them had strange faces, and their accents were obviously foreigners.

And Vizima is not a friendly city.

"Don't let any accidental fights happen again." The man prayed secretly, "I just finished the renovation last month, if I come again, the boss won't have the money to hire me."

Roy looked at his back, and suddenly felt a slightly stinging stare on his skin. When he turned his eyes, he saw a dirty and sloppy male beggar outside the alley on the right side of the hotel, looking at the two of them in a daze. Preoccupied.

"In these days, even beggars dare to discriminate against demon hunters?"

……

The hotel owner raised his head and looked at the visitor. The stranger was still wearing a cloak, standing stiffly in front of the bar, expressionless and silent.

"What do you two want?"

"Wine, the dark beer from Vizima..."

When it comes to good wine, the bald man finally has some emotion in his Chinese tone...

"Well, two glasses..."

The proprietor wiped his hands on his canvas apron, then filled two cracked earthenware cups with golden, rich wine.

The two sat in front of the bar and took off their cloaks.

Others in the hotel noticed that they all carried swords.

Wearing a sword itself is normal. Almost all adult males in Vizima carry weapons, but no one carries a sword like a crossbow.

The two strangers did not find a table to sit down like the other guests, but still stood in front of the counter, and the young man with the sword stared at the boss—the boss, whose eyes were also not very friendly.

So he took a sip of the sweet wine and said, "We need two rooms for the night."

"Sorry, not here." The boss said angrily, looking at the boots of the two of them again and again, they were dusty and dirty,

"Go to the temple area in the city and look for it. The believers of Lebioda are willing to receive you there."

"But we're going to live here?" Roy insisted, and then he felt the witcher take his hand,

"No need to stay in the hotel, just eat something and rest for a noon, we will be on the road immediately."

"Can't you live even if you pay more?" Roy continued to ask, he wanted to see the bottom line of this group of people.

"This place is full..." The tavern owner looked into his dark golden eyes and refused to budge.

The scene was deadlocked.

At this time, a short man with pockmarked and acne-prone face came towards them, followed by two weird attendants.

"Do you not understand human language..." Harsh bluntness squeezed out from the voice of the man with acne, "Vizima is the center of Temeria, a great city, freaks and mutants like you are not welcome people."

"If I remember correctly, this is the suburbs."

"The outskirts also belong to Vizima, and we are glorious Vizima people."

The young witcher's face turned cold, and he lowered his head, quietly pressing his arms on his back.

He was thinking about whether to hit the left cheek or the right cheek.

But the man with acne still said aggressively, "Now I give you two choices, either get out immediately and leave Vizima by yourself. Or, we will send you a ride with our own hands!"

Facing the man's scolding and insulting, Lei Suo quickly drank the wine in the glass, and then slammed the glass heavily on the counter with a muffled "bang".

Everyone present was taken aback, but before the man with acne got angry,

A person suddenly rushed in outside the hotel door—the guy who had led the horse for the two before.

Confused, he stammered,

"Two guests, you... one of your horses has been let go!"

"What! Which bastard did something good?!"

Roy suddenly got up and rushed forward. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, he hit the acne-pit man on the shoulder.The strength twice that of ordinary people exploded in an all-round way.

The latter only felt his body lighten, as if he had been hit head-on by a mad rhino, and he couldn't help but fly backwards a long way.

When he successfully landed, he felt his butt fell into eight petals, and his bones fell apart. As soon as he stretched his legs, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

……

Roy and Lei Suo rushed out of the hotel gate, and a horse had already run away without a trace—the old black horse that belonged to Lei Suo.

"Wilter, good boy... really did not disappoint the master..." Roy's mount, the brown horse, was still standing obediently in the stable, nodding his head when he saw the master.

The guy who watched the horse timidly stepped forward and said, "I was negligent when I was preparing feed for your horse just now... I didn't watch it... But it should be that old and ugly beggar next to the hotel that scared your horse away."

"Okay, we got it."

Roy's dark gold pupils shrank—out from the stables, several "ribbons" of different colors appeared in midair, and he locked on the brightest and richest one.

"It was only 10 minutes before and after entering the hotel, and he couldn't escape our palms."

"I want to see what gave him the courage!"

……

Naviron lay quietly in a pile of garbage between the two houses.

He clenched his yellow and rotten teeth, enduring the pervasive stench all around him, not daring to breathe.

He knew that those two witchers had eyes sharper than eagles and noses sharper than dogs,

Just make a little noise and you'll be caught.

If their horses were let go, if they were caught——Naviron rubbed his right calf, which was completely unconscious, he might lose the other leg as well.

"Demon hunter... I, Naviron, have fallen to where I am today, all thanks to you!"