The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Gryphon demon hunter Zelin is willing to work for you, Lord Knight" Zelin smiled lightly. He was hired more than once to clean up the corpse, or burn the corpse that had begun to decompose. Facing these tasks, the demon hunter Will not shirk, because only they can face these corpses indifferently, and only they will not be infected by the plague, ordinary people will only retreat when facing untreated corpses. Thanks to the mutation brought about by the trial of the grass, the demon hunter will never have health problems, and will never contract diseases.

After explaining to Altria the demon hunter's resistance to the disease and plague, the girl finally allowed Zelin to go to the plague site to investigate the specific situation. In the afternoon, Zelin found Mordred who was about to lead his soldiers to encircle the village. He didn't know the way, so he could only go with Mordred. Zelin had the order of the Knight King, and Mordred had no reason to refuse.

"You are a demon hunter" Camelot Knight Stables, Mordred wearing a mask while taking care of his horse, suddenly asked Zelin who had passed by him lukewarm, "You and my king are here. Live together for half a month"

"Yes, Demon Hunter" Zelin stopped, somehow Mordred's tone was mixed with obvious jealousy. Before that, Zelin had asked Altria about Mordred, especially about why he had to wear a mask all the time. What surprised him was that the girl was silent about it and didn't want to talk too much. Maybe there is something unspeakable, Zelin respected her privacy and didn't ask much. So Zelin turned to other servants and guards to extract a lot of Mordred's information.

Mordred came to Carmelo City on the recommendation of King Arthur's sister Morgan. He demonstrated outstanding sword skills and became one of the masked swordsmen of the Knights of the Round Table. Although his origin is unknown, he was still given a saber because of his outstanding ability and his dedication to the spirit of chivalry. Mordred has never shown any words and deeds that are not in line with the spirit of chivalry, and everything seems to be a perfect knight out of the legend. But jealous... This does not match the news that Zelin found

Zelin was convinced that Mordred was not jealous of him, but jealous of him being able to get along with the girl

"You seem to be recognized by my king, why, why would he recognize you"

"It's not difficult to get her recognition. To be precise, she got my recognition." Zelin shook his head. "She is very talented. No matter how complicated it is, it only takes me to understand it. And she also likes the Gwent card, which is much better than the many brazen swordsmen I have seen. To be honest, if it were not for the king, I would have liked her to be a traveler."

"You said...wait, you said Myfa...Myking, what does she like" Suddenly, the neutral voice under the mask suddenly became anxious, Mordred threw the bucket of washing horses on the ground, turned around and grabbed Ze Lin's collar asked, "What do you like?"

"Uh... what are you asking about this?"

Mordred seemed to have noticed his gaffe, he coughed slightly, let go of Zelin, his hands behind him, and he recovered his previous appearance. "Devil hunter, you want to go to the village with me, but there is no one in my team. Excess tent, you can only live in my tent temporarily if you want to join, understand?"

"..." The naked threat

But this is also an opportunity

"Well, let's talk about it before going to bed at night, **** it, I don't have any teaching tools!"

Thank you for the generosity of the other party's speed, and plan to add more tomorrow

Chapter Twenty-Three: Do you sleep together?

The Plague Village is not close to Camelot. To be precise, it is almost at the southernmost tip of Britain, close to the Strait. Zelin almost didn’t find it on the map. If it weren’t for this suspected plague incident, I’m afraid this village would not have been mentioned.

Mordred left Camelot with fifty soldiers. All of them were well-trained and well-trained soldiers wearing standard equipment. Such a number of soldiers were sufficient for garrisoning bridges, transporting logistics supplies or guarding small-sized bridges during the battle. The camp is more than enough to surround a small village, but in the face of the plague, no one dares to be careless, not only soldiers, but Mordred is the same.

The journey from Carmelo to the village is about one day and one night. Fortunately, the soldiers have to face not the enemy, but a group of unarmed farmers and fishermen. Mordred does not need to consider the physical strength of the soldiers when urging the march, otherwise the soldiers are tired. When he was panting, he suddenly encountered an ambush from the enemy, no matter how strong the knight was, he could only catch it with his hands.

Leaving Camelot at noon, after an afternoon march, Mordred finally set up a camp about forty kilometers from Camelot and prepared to rest for the night, and then entered the plague-infected area the next morning. Sometimes things infected with the plague will drift away with the wind, and a plague appears in a village, which means that the village within ten kilometers has become very dangerous, whether it is the people or the animals in it.

Zelin approvingly watched these soldiers set up their tents neatly, inserted a few wooden stakes to delineate the camp area, and assigned patrols and night outposts. Unlike some of the northern troops that Zelin has seen, let’s not say let them do work like putting up tents. It’s hard to let them know that if they don’t arrange guard posts at night, they will be taken away in one go. It’s only from the quality and combat effectiveness. From the point of view, the imperial army is far beyond the northern army

His body was sweating from the bumps of his horseback. Zelin found the officer in charge of logistics and hoped to ask for some clean water, at least a little cleaning. Unfortunately, the demon hunter quickly understood why the short man in front of him could become a quartermaster- ---As long as it is not ordered by the direct officer, it is impossible for the Knight King to take half of his feathers from him before the time to allocate supplies. Not to mention that Zelin wanted to take a big bucket of water. He didn’t force it, anyway, the quartermaster did the right thing.

Leaning against the campfire, Zelin ate the brown bread he had brought with him, washed his throat with the water in the water bag, and thought about what to do next. What he is most worried about now is whether the wild hunting that opened the portal is still in this world. Although today is only the second day after he entered this world, it is logically impossible to inquire about things that may be related to wild hunting. Groups of ghost cavalry are not like low-key guys. Every time they appear, there will be unlucky guys who die under their swords. Whether it is a beggar or a nobleman, no one is spared. Some lucky people may not die, but they are on the eighth floor. Will be caught as prey. As for the end, no one knows, Zelin doesn’t want to think about it.

Tricky guy...

Putting away the food, Zelin walked to Mordred's tent. The pale white tent is almost the same as that of other soldiers. It is much cleaner than ordinary soldiers. Mordred seems to be cleaned frequently. Apart from that, the only difference is that there are three soldiers in the other tent. And the knight has his own separate camp

Reaching out and opening the curtain, Zelin walked into the tent, just in time to see Mordred take off the pure white armor decorated with bright red stripes and hung it on a wooden stand. I don’t know why Mordred’s armor style matches Altria. It's similar, except that the armor on the girl's body is mainly to cover the vital parts, but there is no armor on the legs and arms, and the lower body only has a layer of armor on both sides. Mordred is different. Although his armor is also in the style of a skirt, no matter whether it is shoulders, arms or legs, it is covered with heavy armor, but there is no armor on the skirt.

"According to the agreement, I am here" Zelin walked to the tent and sat cross-legged, taking off the shoulder pads leaning on his side. There are a group of good soldiers outside. He is very relieved that he will not be attacked in the middle of the night. Besides, there are not so many monsters in this world, so there is no need to worry about groups of fog monsters appearing in the middle of the night to cut everyone's throats. I have to say that in this world, Zelin feels that the whole person is a lot more relaxed, at least he can close his eyes and take a good rest and regain his strength. At this time he doesn't want to wear hard leather armor anymore

"Well, you are here, very good." Mordred, who had taken off his armor, sat in front of Zelin, wearing only a light red linen. The linen was wrapped around his chest with something similar to a bandage. Maybe Mordred suffered a chest injury? Zelin wondered. Looking down, Mordred has as little clothing as his upper body, only a pair of black shorts barely half the length of his thigh, beautiful and fair enough to make many women feel ashamed of slender legs crossed together, of course, slender is also It can only be calculated based on Mordred's height. However, compared with the bandage on its chest, Zelin is even more curious about why Modred is reluctant to take off the mask while sleeping, and its body is too clean and delicate compared to normal fighters, and Zelin is personally alone. In other words, there are no fewer than twenty scars on his body. While Zelin was looking at Mordred, Mordred was also looking at Zelin. "Tell me, my king’s preferences, I want to know, what she likes What is the Gwent card?" Through the mask, Zelin could see the unbearable eagerness in Mordred’s eyes, but this eagerness was not aimed at Zelin, nor was it aimed at the Gwent card. It was just for Altori. Ya's eagerness only

"Well, if you really want to know. Listen, the deck is divided into five types, Monster Deck, Northern Territory, Nilfgaard Empire, and Squirrel Party." Zelin put four different leader cards on Mo In front of Dredd, "every different leader cards have different effects, and sometimes these seemingly general effects may surprise you in battle, such as this one." Zelin picked up the leader card in the northern domain and attacked the city. King Foltest "He can double the attack power of all siege weapon cards in this camp, and can often catch the opponent by surprise. I used to do this often"

"Okay, okay, I understand" Mordred waved his hand impatiently, his fingers swept across the five cards in front of him, "Tell me, what deck my king uses"

"Monster..." Before Zelin finished speaking, Mordred reached out and took away the leader card of the monster deck---the king of madness, Eridin.

"Very good, I will use this." Mordred looked at the card in his hand with satisfaction, and reached out to Zelin with another pale hand, "Give me all the cards in this deck."

In response, Zelin shook his head, "I only have three monster decks, and I don’t even have a strong hero card. Seriously, I also want to get all the monster deck cards. I will definitely play all over the northern border. Invincible"

"Hey?" Mordred was a little surprised. "Why don't you have it. These are just ordinary cards. What can't you get?"

"Do you think it's really just a simple card?" Zelin smiled lightly, picked up a card and shook it before Mordred's eyes. "The professors at Oxenford College developed the Gwent card back then. Use your clever mind to design a set of very reasonable rules, and then design 199 cards as game units. As long as you use them properly, there is no strongest card or weakest card. It all depends on the strength of the user. "

"At the beginning, this game was only used by the students in the academy when they were bored. In order to prevent someone from making cards privately-think about it, if everyone has a pile of hero cards in their hands, no matter how hard you work, all People’s strengths are always the same, which is boring-the professors decided to reclaim the Gwent cards in their hands when the students left the academy, so as not to let the cards flow to the outside world. This situation continued until thirty years ago. A student riot"

"After the riots ended, some students were directly expelled, but the Gwent cards from them were not confiscated in time. Seriously, I have to thank those professors who were extremely angry, otherwise I would not be able to play this kind of thing. "Zelin picked up the water bag and drank, moistening his throat." When the Gwent card was passed outside, its interesting gameplay and reasonable rules quickly attracted many players, not only civilians who would play cards between work, many Aristocratic and wealthy businessmen also became fascinated, and then, there followed the imitation Gwent brand that the professors were worried about."

"So, the clever but not shrewd professors absolutely invited the mages and the sorcerers to participate in the production of the Kwant card. Since then, only the Kwant card that has been marked by magic and is painted by the most famous art professor in the academy. It will be recognized by the people. Because the Academy trains talents in various fields for the North and the Empire every year, no one can exert influence on the Academy. In addition, the Academy strictly limits the number of Gwent cards each year, especially the Hero cards. So the value of Gwent cards has become very high, because they are not just a card, but also a painting by a master of art.”

"The characters that can be painted on the Gwent card are all famous, whether they are famous or notorious." Zelin clamped the leader card of the Nilfgaard empire deck---Emperor Enhill, even the emperor. I don’t care about being painted on the card. To be precise, it is an honor to be painted on the Gwent card. Many nobles want to prompt the college to paint their own statue in the new issue of the Gwent card. Unfortunately, they have not succeeded. It can be said that this also represents honor, do you understand, Mordred"

Zelin looked at Mordred expectantly. He hadn't explained to others in such detail for a long time. In the demon hunter's expectation, Mordred should understand whether the Gwent card had any interest. How important, it's worthwhile that he said so much

Mordred tilted his head, and a neutral voice rang out from under the mask "I don't understand"

"..." Zelin silently put away his cards, "That's it for tonight, sleep."

"Hey? Wait, you haven't told me..."

"I'll be here tonight" Zelin stretched out a finger to interrupt Mordred's words, took off his armor and lay on the sleeping bag in the tent "Sleep, understand?"

Chapter 24: Teaching Life Experience? At night

Zelin had a nightmare

He dreamed that he met an adult female monster. This giant monster with a height of more than three meters and an extended length of nearly five meters with arms can be called the best killing machine in nature. Any part that can be used for combat has evolved to the extreme, and all over the whole body shows that it is a specialized killing machine. A monster born to kill. In the dream, the demon hunter tried his best to kill the monster, but in the end the dead body of the monster pressed Zelin to the ground, unable to move. After thinking about it, Zelin decided to use Alder's seal to move the monster a little bit. But just when he was about to bear the seal, the nightmare was over

Slowly opening some dry eyes, Zelin glanced around, and soon he understood why he dreamed of such a stupid thing as being held down by a monster----Mordred didn’t know when he kicked it away. Its sleeping bag, because it might feel too cold at night, so he put Zelin on his side as a sleeping pad and fell asleep.

Sighing and rubbing his eyes so that he could see his surroundings clearly, Zelin reached out and picked up the water bag beside him. The cold water rushing into his stomach made him shiver. But it also made his head awake, which had become dull from sleepiness. Soon, after returning to work, he smelled the fragrance of Mordred next to him. Zelin frowned. He didn't quite understand that Mordred looked like a child from beginning to end, although it With a mask on his face, Zelin could imagine Mordred under the mask drooling and slumbering based on the way he was sleeping.

Zelin stretched out his hand and stopped in front of the mask. He was very curious about what his face under the mask looked like. However, taking off the mask when Mordred did not allow him to do so was not in line with his behavior. After a long time entangled in his heart, he finally With a sigh, he withdrew the hand that wanted to take off the mask. Take a closer look, Mordred’s white arms are quite similar to Altria. Whether it’s body shape or hair color, Zelin probably wouldn’t have the same face as Altria under the mask. Surprised

When he got up, the sky outside was slightly bright, about 5 o'clock in the morning, and most of the soldiers were still resting. Last night Mordred wore a demon hunter, asking Zelin to tell him about Altria’s experience in that world, as if a star fan wanted to listen to the story of his idol. In the end Zelin talked to him I went to bed late at night. Looking down at Mordred who was still sleeping, Zelin smiled lightly, but he was just a child-although most ordinary people in Zelin are just children, a hundred years of life is not a trouble. Playful

Once in Aden, a famous heir from a noble family wanted to show his qualifications in front of Zelin. In this regard, Zelin just lightly told him about the jokes between him and the heir’s grandfather, and then entrusted his grandfather. I talked a few words about saving his father by myself, so the heir took a detour when he saw Zelin again.

Are you highly qualified? Are you experienced? Do you know what life experience is? I am not just referring to you, but everyone here is tooyoung, young~sometimenaivo~

As if feeling Zelin's gaze, Mordred's body twitched slightly, as if there was something missing around him. It touched its hands around, and finally touched Zelin's arm, then hugged it, and the whole person leaned on it. Feeling the temperature on his arm, Zelin gave a wry smile. There are really all kinds of knights in the Knights of the Round Table. If Mordred's height corresponds to its age, Zelin's eyes would have seen it only fifteen years old. Fifteen years old, just the age of a child who has just left the arms of his parents and began to try to be independent, but Mordred has been a knight of the round table for several years, so that such a young child can bear the heavy responsibility that an adult would feel. Lin inevitably has some worries

Zelin is a demon hunter, but he is the least like a demon hunter. There has never been a demon hunter who cares about many things that have nothing to do with hunting monsters like him. Maybe there are Geralt and old Vesemir, but it is correct. Because of this, other demon hunters are just demon hunters, but Zelin's name will be spread among the nobles and commoners, and he is called the master demon hunter.

However, Zelin is more concerned about another thing than these things. Mordred encircled Zelin's arm with both hands, and the touch of the arm on her chest reminded the demon hunter of a situation he had never thought about before---will Mordred and Alto Liya belongs to one type... In other words, it is not him, not it, but she...

At the same time, about 30 kilometers away from Mordred camp, there were only a dozen households in the village where Wan Lai was quiet. The domestic rooster hopped around between the fences, raising his head from time to time and crying, announcing the arrival of a new day. A few sheep poked their heads out of the fence and chewed on the grass by the side of the road. However, unlike normal times, none of the villagers woke up with the **** crowing, and there was no smoke cooking breakfast over the village, and there was no hustle and bustle of farm work. It seemed that the whole village suddenly had the choice to rest for a day at the same moment. But this is not the only strange thing about the village. At this time, Britain is approaching summer, but the plants and flowers in the village are covered with a thin layer of hoarfrost, the temperature has dropped below zero, and the ground is forming patches. Frost

"Hey, Jika, what is going on here?" Two men in Camelot militia uniforms stood shivering near the village. They had received an order before that they were responsible for guarding this suspected plague village and not allowing anyone to leave at will. Although they are soldiers, they are actually just peasants with spears and shields. They have no armor. Only the emblem on the shield can tell their camp. When the number of knights and professional soldiers is insufficient, these militias will be recruited. , As for the combat effectiveness, it is natural to imagine. If there are people in the village who want to escape by force, they may not be able to stop them.

Fortunately, under the rule of the Knight King, Britain is thriving. Generally, farmers will choose to obey the orders of the kingdom instead of resisting. If it were in other kingdoms, the two of them would have been driven away by the mob.

But today, everything seems beyond their ability to understand. Why does hoarfrost appear on the ground when it is close to summer? Why is there no one on the ground today? The autumn harvest season is approaching. It is the farmers who step up their time and busy in order to get a better result. Be lazy when you have a good harvest? Sorry, when the Kingdom’s policy is favorable, who wouldn’t want to make their pockets more full?

"Hey, do we want to... go in and see..." The militiaman called Jika pointed to a house in the village tremblingly. He knew the owner of this house and chatted with him last night. His lovely daughter said that there will be nothing wrong in the village, but today, the house is dead and there is no sign of living people at all. "Could it be the outbreak of the plague inside, everyone died..."