The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 52—Day and Night

Zelin's roadside innkeeper was a somewhat fat Bruno.

The owner of the tavern wiped the rough tabletop with a rag, bowed, and smiled with a missing front tooth. There was no one in the shop, except for Zelin and the owner. There have been wars and refugees everywhere recently. The news of the Sintra massacre has even put the civilians in the vicinity at risk. They can’t wait to run to Temoria, Rydania, and even Kovel in the next moment- Povis’s frozen soil, maybe someone is thinking about how to climb over the Dragon Mountain Range. Of course, the war continues, massacres can be seen everywhere, and the roadside is full of wooden stakes with dead bodies and crows, but people continue to live, just like the tavernkeeper can’t abandon his home.

Bring war to the castle, and leave peace to the village.

Since the Sintra massacre, the Nilfgaard Empire has been preaching this sentence. In fact, it is true. Many villages in Sintra have not suffered the same fate as the capital. Villagers are ordered to stay on the land and are not allowed to walk around at will. They must stay at home at night, otherwise they will be executed as spies. In addition, the man in black did not continue to do things that were angry and grieving. All the Sintra royal family were martyred, only the whereabouts of Princess Siliya is unknown. In the ruins of the city, a puppet nobleman was helped to the position of ruler. Of course, this man who was still a small nobleman in the country a month ago can only do some work to appease the commoners. The real power lies in the Nilfgaard Empire. The Royal Governor of Sintra, Menor Kochlen.

The war seems to have entered a stalemate. A large number of northern troops gathered on the Verdon-Upper Sutton line, and Skellig’s pirate ships blocked the sea port, and the northern countries succeeded in stopping Nilfgard from crossing the Yaruga River. To the south of the Yarlunga River, more imperial troops gathered along the main road down the Sutton area, hiding in the woods with their prepared rafts for crossing the river and long-range support ballistas. Everyone is sure that it will not be long before the Imperial Army will attack the defense line of the Allied Forces of the Northern Countries in the Sutton area. The cavalry regiment will tear the enemy apart easily.

"Let’s get some beer first, um..." Zelin looked at the smoked ceiling. The flame in the fireplace was a bit weak, but there were no guests in the hotel. . Zelin turned his head and glanced at the setting sun outside. "Take a barrel of beer. It will take a long time. As for the dishes that go with the wine...Is there anything sour or spicy? Let's have some grilled meat sprinkled with salt. Remember, more Sprinkle some salt." The pale wolf meat a few days ago almost destroyed Zelin's taste. It is estimated that he will not eat wolf meat again in two months, and will not touch it.

With that, Zelin put the cloth bag full of coins on the table. Although the war continued during this period, it also brought him good job opportunities. There are always one or two patrols who can't come back on time. There are woods and swamps everywhere, and there are all the monsters inside. Battles will also produce many corpses. They generally lie in dangerous places, such as the Yaluga River. The army will not send people to collect the corpses. The corpses in the wild will attract a large number of ghouls, mainly ghouls. These hungry monsters are still unable to satisfy after eating the corpses. They will actively search for food, make food without food, kill humans, and the corpses will appear. Recently, tens of thousands of soldiers have gathered in the Sutton area. The best target for ghouls.

So these corpse-eating creatures and the little fog demon hiding in the forest provide Zelin with a lot of job opportunities. The army commander has no energy to deal with monsters, and the demon hunter happens to be an expert in dealing with monsters.

"It's up to you." The barkeeper smiled more openly when he saw the jingling purse. It was obvious that he was missing more than a front tooth. "We use olive oil to marinate salted fish here. , Absolutely delicious, would you like to try it? There are also green pepper sauce and blueberries..."

"No green peppers, a bowl of blueberries, and some salted fish." Zelin thought, and suddenly, the badge on his chest trembled slightly. The words of the demon hunter paused slightly. The boss on the side was unaware of anything. He was still waiting for the guests to order food. He was still thinking about how much money he could make from the customers in front of him. Seeing this, Zelin sighed." Let’s have a grilled meat first, and a bowl of lamb soup with some roasted onions...is there any lobster?"

The boss nodded, the three-layered chin shaking with the nod.

"Sixty lobsters here." Zelin noticed a flash of surprise in the boss's eyes. It’s true that sixty lobsters are just for one adult. It’s a lot, but if it’s two people, it’s probably not enough. "Do you have fisherman soup here? It’s the kind of heat with small fish, shells and other vegetables floating in it." Soup."

"Of course there is, of course, guest." The boss nodded. "Will you have a fisherman soup? I'll order it."

"Wait, I almost forgot." Zelin blinked at the air at the door. "Here is a small bottle of fruit wine, two glasses, um, two fisherman soup, that's it, but the lamb soup will wait a while. Come up."

The vibration of the emblem is more frequent.

The coin was taken out of the cloth bag, and some of the coins were exposed from the gap between the fingers and fell to the table with a clanging sound. The tavernkeeper's mouth was almost full of grin. Zelin didn't expect a human being to open his mouth when he laughed. So big. He bowed to the demon hunter again, although he wanted to drive out Zelin, who was called a beggar, five minutes ago.

The boss is content to hold coins in both hands and walk towards the kitchen. There are entrusted places for hunters everywhere. It only takes half a month to make the money bag in his backpack bulge, especially if the entrustment is from various countries. Although they all wanted to keep the price to the lowest level, Zelin always had a way. There were blacksmiths in the barracks, and there were entertainment methods to relieve the pressure on the soldiers, whether it was a bard or a gambling game.

Gambling...

Hehe.

One commission to clean up ghouls can earn one hundred oren, repairing equipment and replenishing potions requires fifty oren, and betting back eighty oren from the hands of the blacksmith who makes money and spends a night in the casino at night, by the way Earn some extra money from other soldiers. After all, on the battlefield where death may happen in the next moment, what can be more important than relaxing the pressure? Zelin knew very well how much gambling would make everyone laugh, and how much losing would make them irritated. As long as he stopped after winning a few games in a row, he could make more money and a good impression.

Every day, Zelin felt that he was one step closer to rebuilding the Griffin School Demon Hunter Academy.

Sitting near the fireplace was very warm, Zelin untied the belt around his waist, took off his jacket and draped it on the armchair, rolled up the sleeves of the lining, and at the same time spoke to himself, "There is no need to hide. Hiding, you didn’t hide the smell on your body, I don’t know you did it on purpose, or you forgot about it, I prepared fruit wine for you, if you don’t want to come out, then I have to enjoy it myself, Ceádmil (Hello ), Francesca, it’s very hot here. Take off your jacket and relax. There is no one else here, and the boss won’t bother us."

With that, Zelin untied the belt around his waist.

Thanks to Uncle Kirito Kenshin Hei for the monthly ticket Zizi, thank you the steely Felix, the demon of Yumei Longjiaotian, and Captain Jiegang for the reward.

Chapter 53 Elegance

In the evening.

There were only two people in the hall of the roadside pub. The burning wood in the fireplace made a slight crackling sound. The cold wind roaring outside tried to penetrate through the blinds, and the wooden windows creaked, but the fire could always invade. The cold wind quickly smashed. Although the pub is very small, there are only ten short wooden tables, but the sufficient light and comfortable temperature can give customers a warm feeling. For a roadside pub that specializes in serving travelers, this owner Well done.

Zelin's pale green coat and leather armor hung by the fireplace, and there was also a dark red light gauze hanging by the fireplace. Looking at the empty wine glass in his hand, Zelin sighed, stretched out his hand to hold the bottle that was not empty on the table, and then was waved away by the wizard mage—that was her fruit wine.

"Don't be like that, Zelin, be elegant." The female warlock held the wine glass with the **** of her right hand. Unfortunately, there is no beautiful goblet here. There is only a rough wooden cup with a notch. Francesca seems to have poured too much. Fruit wine, his face was a little reddish, but compared to the drunk female warlock, Zelin was even more surprised that Francesca, who was named elegant and proud in his mind, would actually take off his coat and wear only gray-green. Lace-edged dress, sitting on a crude wooden table, drinking from dusk to evening, instead of hurriedly returning to the laboratory or mage tower after saying a few words to him.

"Don't make a crackling sound when eating shrimps. We are not here to eat and drink. We eat and talk like educated people. Let's say something." Francesca ate a lot. Shao, she spends most of her time focusing on fruit wine and blueberries. When the boss brought the last bowl of mutton, she asked for a plate of grapes and bread. For mutton and lobster, the elves didn't touch them.

Being with the warlock is a torment for Zelin. Most warlocks will look at him with academic eyes. It often reminds him of the eyes of the biology professor at Oceanford College looking at the specimen, but luckily So far, Francesca has not shown this kind of expression. "Recently, the soldiers under the king are talking about a demon hunter, running between different camps with terrible monster heads all day long, but I didn’t expect It will be you, Vatt'ghern (Devil Hunter), you seem to have earned a lot of gold."

"Of course" Zelin lowered his head and glanced at the purse, and smiled softly, "As much as you gave me at Mahakam."

"If you plan to establish a new Demon Hunter Academy, the help I will give you is more important than gold coins." Francesca also smiled slightly. She did not look directly at Zelin's suspicious gaze, but stopped her gaze. On the fireplace behind him. Zelin was taken aback for a moment, he understood what the sorcerer meant.

Just as the original demon hunters were created by wizards Azurie and Cosimo Malaspina, the two wizards fed orphans with excellent physical fitness various potions that caused body mutations, and then the magic When the medicine took effect, the two simultaneously cast a stabilizing spell on the orphan, cleverly controlling the mutation process. A long time ago, the renegade warlocks living in Kyle Morhan would use concoctions and potions to transform human children into demon hunters, but now, there is no demon hunter academy with the help of warlocks. They have herbs, There are laboratories, there are formulas for trials of grass, but there are no warlocks.

"I have nothing to pay you. The most important thing I have is a horse and two swords." Zelin shook his head and began to deal with the barbecue in his hands. "If you want to get anything from me, sorry, I I can only say, I can't give you anything."

"The price you have to pay was already paid at the time of the Van Geborg massacre." Francesca said seriously, "You helped the elves avoid the slaughter of the human mob. That's enough for me." , And I hope you can continue to help the elves you see while accepting my help."

"Even the Squirrel Party?"

"..." Francesca took a deep look at Zelin, without answering, lowered her head and continued to drink the fruit wine.

Upon seeing this, Zelin smiled, and started peeling the lobster shell, picking out the snow-white meat inside. The salt water flowing from the shells made the fingers aching. "Ten days ago, I met Dulle Gare. A pterodactyl was forced to a dead end and was about to tackle it with his hands, and then Dole Gare suddenly rushed out and yelled at me, saying that I shouldn't hunt endangered species for money, **** it! That's the pterodactyl. Dragon, not a seal on the Skellig Islands, and then he used magic to unlock the trap I set, and three hundred Oren escaped with wings."

"For a nature protector who holds the title of warlock but is more stubborn than a druid, I have no doubt that Dolgaray will do this." Francesca seemed to feel a little cold and leaned against the fireplace.

"Five days ago, I met old Graz. He was in a place full of corpses, studying an autopsy from a ghoul he burned to death, and I just received a commission to clean up that area. The ghoul. When he saw me, he threw down the ghoul body, and ran over and said that he was willing to pay 100 marks to check my eyes, and wanted to know what was different inside. If he could, he would still pay for one. Kilogram performed an autopsy for me, and then he told me that it doesn't have to be today." Zelin shrugged, put down the wine glass in his hand and took a sip of the cold lamb soup. "He is also a warlock, and another warlock."

The wizard mage didn't say anything, it seemed that the cup aroused her interest more.

"Three days ago, I met Dagbot of Wall, and after meeting I gave him a punch first as a price for him to steal his hands in the Novigrad gambling game, and then we gambled for half a day. , Leaving behind all the entrusted work and everything, I finally left him a dress so that he can walk back to the barracks from the soldiers, well, he is also a warlock and a warlock." Zelin lightly "Today, I saw Francesca, Elaine-Seidhe (beautiful elf), and another warlock. I thought it was not Sutton, but Goswellen, who was in Senny On Tokushima."

As if guessing what Zelin wanted to say, Francesca put down the cup in her hand and straightened her waist.

"There are at least ten or more warlocks here, maybe more. Don’t you think that for an occasional outdoor dinner, these are too many. You warlocks, you want to make big news all day long, maybe I should Go to Vizima and get some flyers? What are you going to blow up today?"

"I like to inquire about secrets, typical human style." Francesca smiled slightly. "Don't you think these fruits are too few? You should ask for more. Let someone fill the fireplace with some wood. It's a bit cold here. If you Don't mind if I want to put on my coat."

"The awkward way of diverting eyes... I think I can do everything but I find that I can't do everything well. A typical elf style." Zelin shook his head and looked at the valley daisies with some regrets putting his coat on him. "But you think it will allow Am I throwing away the suspicion in my head? Sorry, I don’t think you can distract me."

"..." Francesca Fantabe, or to use her Elvish name, Enid Ann Greina stared at Zelin with sky-blue pupils. "Do you think I can't?"

"Of course not."

"MotherFucker? (Do you come to the game of Gwent

"...Fuck♂ME! (Just come

Thanks Heaven Dior, For#5105, Achin for the reward, thank you Red has triplex speed, For#5105 monthly ticket Zizi.

Chapter 54 The Wonderful Night in the Tavern

"It's not fair."

Francesca frowned and looked at the situation on the table. A set of Northern Territory decks and a set of Nilfgaard Empire decks were spreading on it, but this time the user just turned it over. Zelin didn't. Using the northern area of ​​expertise, but holding a handful of imperial squad and Nausica cavalry, the Nilfgard imperial army is almost filled with the entire melee space, and the elf mage has only a few poor infantry and Ridani in his hands. The runner-up, placed in front of a group of soldiers in black, looked very pitiful. Indeed, as Francesca said, this is not fair.

"Yes, it's not fair."

Zelin repeated, without the slightest sense of shame that he was the culprit of unfairness. Both he and the elves threw away the weather card, and Zelin only allowed his opponent to leave a few simplest Radania infantry. These cards are as bad as the real Radania soldiers. Most of them are Temporarily conscripted into the army before the war, many people couldn’t even avoid the spear hilt from knocking out their front teeth when they stabbed the enemy with the tip of a spear. . But even so, Redania is still the country with the largest number of standing soldiers among the northern countries. The king of the Tritog family is recognized as a strategic genius across the continent, whether it is Vezmir II or his son. It is precisely because of this that the alliance of the northern countries is vaguely headed by Wizmir II.

"This is not a fair fight at all." The sorcerer tightened her lips displeasedly, her gaze raised slightly, and the eyes of the female deer praised by countless bards gleamed with dangerous light. Thanks to Zelin's own rules, the Sorceress lost 23 consecutive rounds tonight. Obviously, in the 24th round tonight, Francesca has no hope of winning, no matter how good the temper is. It's inevitable that the mood will get worse for this kind of rules that are obviously aimed at oneself. People say that it is unwise to anger a wizard or female warlock, and anger a powerful archmage, then you can inform your family to prepare for funerals, if you anger a long-term knowledgeable and powerful The high-powered wizard archmage, although no one has said that it will cause any consequences, Zelin doesn't think anyone is willing to try.

Maybe he was the first person to eat crabs?