The Journey of the Demon Hunter

On the narrow streets, there are protruding handles or long platforms paved with wooden boards everywhere, as if a new passage was deliberately paved on the roof. Zelin couldn't help but sigh, it was like providing convenience for people who wanted to walk on the roof.

"We can't allow customers to be stolen from the hotel." At this moment, a man with a brown cloak walked out of the crowd. He calmly confronted the man facing Zelin. The wink, although everything is so obvious in the eyes of the demon hunter, he doesn't want to pick it through. It is meaningless. Why should he reveal what the other party wants to cover? Besides causing more trouble, what else can he have" Welcome to the Sleeping Fox Inn, Claudio" he shouted to the young man, "Take the guests to see the room, like a good boy, go quickly."

Suddenly, the tense atmosphere disappeared, as if the young man called Claudio didn't show any malice towards Zelin at all. The demon hunter took a deep breath, and had a partial conclusion in his heart, maybe this is the hotel that Ezio mentioned, which is called the organization of the Brotherhood. Of course, compared with other inns that closed their doors or hung the banners of the Pokiah family, the Brotherhood’s inn did sound a bit safer for Zelin. After all, he had been with Pokiah family a few days ago. Soldiers met on the battlefield, and Zelin felt uncomfortable in his heart when he lived in the Pokia family’s hotel today, just like the wizards of the Warlock Order after the Battle of Sutton Hill, no one went to Nilfgard in the south. The territory of the empire is the same.

Well, he just wanted to find a hotel, it would be better if it could be cheaper. As for what the hotel did, Zelin was not interested in thinking about it, let alone asking about it. That's Ezio's business, curiosity will bring entrustment to the demon hunter, and it will also cause trouble. Isn’t Angelina’s hotel also a flower shop? Now the demon hunter only hopes that after living here, he will not be awakened by the roar of the cannon again the next morning.

Inside the Sleeping Fox Hotel, at first glance, it is just a lobby full of seats, just like an ordinary hotel, but with some messy furnishings, it looks like it hasn't been cleaned for a while. Some were busy walking around, constantly shuttled back and forth between the hall and the courtyard. There are no problems in every aspect, but there are no guests.

Without guests, Zelin couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. No one means no gambling. But in any case, the accommodation problem for the next two months should be temporarily resolved. At least the demon hunters do not need to live in the ruins of the building like last night. The fire on which the branches ride is much better.

After all, a person's destiny, of course, depends on the continuous struggle of oneself, but one must also consider the course of history. Who would have thought that when he was an ordinary demon hunter, how could he go to Camelot to teach people how to play cards?

Just as he never thought that the King of Camelot in a different world would like to play cards, maybe the fate is here, and there is no need to specially promote it, there will be a lot of people here. If Novigrad's gambling wind can flourish to hold big gambling games, maybe Rome, which is similar to Novigrad, can do the same.

I heard that Zelin will live here for nearly two months, and the man behind the hotel counter is going to take him eighty ducats. He said that the Bolpe mentioned by Ezio was not there, and he was responsible for the accommodation of the guests. Fortunately, the coins he got from the Romulus were enough to pay for the rest. Although the food served here is very simple, just a few thin slices of meat dipped in thick soup, a spoonful of green, very light-tasting vegetables, and some legumes, but the hunter is already very satisfied.

Rest in the hotel for a night, the next morning, the demon hunter brought something and went to Rome. There are too many things waiting for him to adjust. Romulus, and Caesar, what was the thing that caused the shock of the badge, of course, he had not forgotten the cannon, a powerful war weapon. When faced with so much confusion, it is really not a wise choice to throw a lot of time in the guest room. Moreover, even if there are other guests in the hotel, they will not roll up their sleeves in the lobby during the day and play gambling. . Before night fell, he had enough time to seek out believers who worshiped wild wolves. Unfortunately, no one would pay for him to get rid of the cult.

The only clue that can be determined is that the strongholds of the cultists are basically built in the sewers of the city. Perhaps he can use this clue to find their traces. Another thing is that the believers wear leather boots that imitate wolf claws. Not all roads in Rome are paved with flagstones. The original central city and the two banks of the Tiber River are mostly mud ground, which can be traced by demon hunters. He could check the traces left by the wolf's claw boots a few days ago, and find valuable information before all the traces were destroyed by the citizens.

The preservation of information and clues has a relative time limit. Sometimes man-made destruction will increase the difficulty of clue tracking. Whether it is intentional or unintentional, villagers often bring demon hunters to the place where the monster attack occurred and let Zelin watch it. Go to a completely destroyed scene. In many cases, the attack took more than seven days and the scene lost its value. This is what the detective friend of the Demon Hunter in Tritog told him.

After learning a little bit about the regional distribution of the Roman city from the people in the Sleeping Fox Hotel, the demon hunter decided to go to a higher hillside called Capitol Hill. There is a piece of mud all around there, but it is indeed a more lively place in Rome. If Romulus spreads fear among the crowd, as Machiavelli said, and runs to a deserted place, even the demon spirit will not make people feel alarmed. As for other densely packed places, there are ancient and neat stone slabs. It is really whimsical to track the traces left a few days ago in a narrow and crowded place. Tracking Viola on Yanan's stone road was only a few hours after she left.

Capitol Hill is not only a residential area for citizens, a nearby temple-like building is more like a city hall in Rome, or something similar. Coming here, Zelin might be able to inquire about the cultists. Demon hunters are really hard to believe. When the cultists are raging inside the city wall and intimidating ordinary citizens, the city’s lord or mayor will meet Indifferent to this, at least, can hear the talk about it.

The square on this hill is very lively, with crowds and hustle and bustle. It is in sharp contrast with the shanty towns near the pier, like two worlds. The square is surrounded by beautiful houses that are well-renovated, or whose style is obviously different from that of the surrounding ruined buildings. Several men in special style robes were busy in the square, surrounded by people holding pens and papers, like assistants. Carrying the paperwork and leather belt, he followed the leader step by step, each one trying to show how hard he was. Zelin was in the crowd, acting like an ordinary walking pedestrian. The two swords were firmly tied together. Only a loose knot was left at the hilt, allowing him to draw out the long sword at any time. He pricked his ears and listened to the conversation around him.

These officials talked about a lot of things, such as how the Qianhong Rose brothel was going recently, how many shops that can collect taxes in shanty towns, or how a person they called a banker asked a man named Eki. Dior, or some other unlucky guy who pronounced it put a loan usury, and as a result, that person can't get the money now. Those who serve the good citizens should help the banker get back the loan usury. And so on, there are many, but after screening, they are all meaningless information.

At this time, a group of Pochia family soldiers walked over, led by two captains wrapped in armor like iron cans. They all had emblems on them. They were unique to Pochia family-two red bulls, decorated with Lily embroidery for background. But compared with these soldiers, a soldier wearing only the most basic chain mail caught the attention of the demon hunter.

He stayed on the left side of the square, on the lower left side of the steps of a high platform. There is a relatively remote place in the square, where several beggars in ragged clothes are lying there, lazily basking in the sun with a cat. Next to the beggars stood a man dressed as a guard, with a long sword tied around his waist, and standing near the city hall. There can be no other identity besides the guard, at least on the face of it. Zelin looked at him calmly, while the men who looked like guards kept staring at the patrol team until they disappeared completely.

When the demon hunter stood up and was about to go nearby to see if there were any traces left by the Romulus followers, the guard suddenly walked towards his location.

"Wait! I know you! Wait! Iknowyou!"

Zelin shrugged and continued to walk down the hillside

"Hi! Stop here..."

"What's the matter? Mr. Guard." Zelin turned around when the guard was five steps away from him. "Sorry, I guess you must have admitted the wrong person."

"Of course not. Your clothes will definitely not admit the wrong person." The guard took out a rolled paper from behind. "Here is a message from Mr. Machiavelli to you."

PS: It’s a bit late...Don’t care about the details_(:зゝ∠)_

Chapter 169 Only a fool can believe in Haystacks

A map of Rome.

I have to say that Machiavelli's action speed is faster than the demon hunter imagined. For him, a first-time visitor to Rome, a map with explanatory text is much more practical than dozens of ducats. It marked the location of the Roman city sewers or some underground ruins, but only these things were marked. As for the streets, most of the arterial roads and some of the restricted areas of the Poggia family are markedly indicated on the map. When the demon hunter got the map and looked at it a few times, he immediately understood what Machiavelli meant.

The demon hunter tries not to participate in the disputes in the world, but it does not mean that he is a fool.

Zelin is expected to continue investigating during this time, unless the people of Romulus are willing to greet each other with swords and explain to Zelin where their strange things come from when they meet next time, although this is possible. Sex and the grave witch will be persuaded by the demon hunter to give up harassing the residents of nearby villages, basically zero. The Brotherhood has to deal with the Pokia family, and Zelin needs to investigate the Romulus who follow the Pokia family. Perhaps Machiavelli thinks that Zelin can solve Romulus for them. But fortunately, this kind of thing is almost the same as the demon hunter's entrusted by the officer during the war to find the missing supply convoy. To say that it is different, there is only the point that there are no monsters in this world.

Demon Hunter

Zelin's fingers were separated from the leather, clutching the dark green cloth strip that wrapped the long sword, he could feel the rough feeling. The scorching sun in autumn hangs high in the sky, the cloudless sky cannot stop the tyranny of the sun, and the withered weeds on the roadside indicate that Rome has not tasted the smell of rain for a long time. The dust blown by the wind drifted over the ruins exposed on the ground. These stones have experienced long-term wind and rain erosion, and even Zelin could not even imagine what it looked like back then. This is a big city, a big city of existence and memory, scrolls and ruins. Now, a demon hunter is wandering in it, caught in a dense spider web.

Don't deal with them, otherwise you never know if you will face the gallows when you walk out the door.

When he took the horse for the first time, polished the badge under his neck, and left the old demon hunter who taught him with two swords on his back, he was advised like this. Just kill those monsters with peace of mind. You have a good skill, and the villagers will be willing to spend money to hire you to solve problems, and you can support yourself.

Oh~ That was a hundred years ago. Zelin raised his head, and two agile men jumped over from the top of the narrow street, and the people on the street did not notice the acrobatics just happening above their heads, and no one even heard such obvious footsteps-- -The thumping sound made by stepping on the wooden board. Shaking his head, Zelin carefully controlled the horses. The horses made the narrow streets more crowded. Although riding a horse, he could only move forward slowly, leaving time for the citizens who seemed to have trouble eyes.

At that time, the **** Foca Rebellion ended less than ten years. The rebels led by Foca had bloodbathed the entire northern kingdom. The king was killed, many warlocks were killed, priests were killed, and then nobles, rich men and lords. Being killed, in the end, as long as they were alive, all people were killed. The wilds were full of bones. From Upper Aden to Hidaris, from Nimna to Temoria, the corpses filled the wilderness and the village was gone. It was crows, corpse-eating creatures everywhere, and monsters attracted by the smell of blood. Both the demon hunter and the person who claims to be able to solve the monster problem can earn a lot of commission fees.

Of course, that was a hundred years ago.

Two more figures passed over the roof. One of them had a white robe that reminded the demon hunter of Ezio, maybe it was him. Along the way, he saw a lot of people rushing past the roof. They moved quickly and would only leave a momentary black shadow on the ground, but this was enough for Zelin to judge whether the person or a bird passed above his head just now.

What's wrong in Rome? Is it because the streets are too narrow, so many people choose to pass on the roof? It is still said that the ruler of Rome is planning to build a road suspended in mid-air with wooden lanyards. The demon hunter seemed to be amused by his whimsical nature. How could a road in mid-air exist? Rome is not strange Yanan.

There are fewer and fewer monsters, and sometimes he has to accept commissions from local nobles, which are all commissions that can be done. Now it is only 1264, what will it be like in a hundred years. The purpose of a demon hunter to kill monsters is to create a world where there are no monsters, but a world where there are no monsters will naturally not have a place for a demon hunter. The ultimate goal of a profession is to destroy itself, which is amazing, but There is no doubt.

There was a faint and low muffled hum from the top of the building, and the surrounding voices were noisy, otherwise Zelin could hear more. The unlucky guy was stabbed from the back. The voice was so familiar that he subconsciously raised his head and looked up, but naturally, there was nothing. Only the passing figure, the white robe looked particularly dazzling in the sun, maybe it was Ezio and his assassins.

When getting along with Ezio's brotherhood these days, Zelin had new ideas. The Brotherhood of Ezio may be inferior to those noble families, but Zelin started from Monteriggioni, and his cooperation commission did not conflict with the iron law of the demon hunter. Perhaps dealing with people like them is not as dangerous as imagined, at least for the time being, he hasn't seen any impact on the path of the demon hunter.

But sometimes the trouble is always hidden, elusive, and impossible to find immediately, just as Zelin didn't know what kind of trouble the riot that broke out in front of him would get him involved.

This is a small market, and the tower with the flag of the Pokia family not far away is temporarily unharmed. Like other places, most shops are closed. Only a few taverns are still open. There are many customers. Many people choose to stay in the shade for a drink. But alcohol can make people's brains not so good, behaviors become uncontrollable, can make the most conservative people sing dirty songs, pull the collar of their clothes to the chest, of course, can also make some timid. People challenge soldiers with weapons in their hands, such as what is happening, which seems to perfectly confirm this theory.

Zelin held the reins and waited not far away. The surrounding crowd was frightened and fled. At this time, the horses may lose control when they walk. Horses running wildly in the panic crowd are extremely dangerous. As for the chaotic scene, the demon hunter can see it more clearly from a distance. The combat effectiveness of the soldiers of the Pokya family is really no compliment, perhaps they are facing a group of organized thieves. Pokya soldiers were knocked over to the ground, and the shabby thieves quickly climbed onto the roof and fled into the alleys. Some even lay in a pile of haystacks.

This method of hiding is really refreshing for the demon hunter.

But then, a heart-piercing voice made the demon hunter frown.

"Who can help him! My son is injured!"

Zelin had already turned over and dismounted, because he saw that in order to deal with the thieves who climbed on the roof, the soldiers of the Pokia family pulled out a musket that looked like a reduced version, which could be used with only one hand. In order to prevent the bullets of the musket from flying on his body, he felt that he should not ride on the horse, but hold his back. Hearing this sound, Zelin frowned, but saw that the guns raised by the soldiers were not aimed at the sky, but at a child with a wounded leg.

The demon hunter secretly made the gesture of Yaksi Fayin. At this distance, maybe he can give it a try, and if a little confusion occurs, he can let the child escape. Although his knee was injured, the impact of his actions may slow down his actions. Demon hunters have seen many soldiers with arrows in their knees on the battlefield. In the end, they can only stand guard at the gate of the city or on the road near the town. The thieves should be able to help. Maybe it was like the thief hiding in the haystack, and he was clearly close at hand, but the soldiers of the Pokia family were indifferent to the pile of weeds lying in the middle of the street.

But at this moment, he saw an incredible thing.

On the roof behind the soldiers, a figure that Zelin knew appeared. Ezio, still wearing the obvious clothes, leaped against the weed stack on the street with open arms at the top of the second floor, and then fell silently into the haystack.

He actually jumped directly from the top of the second floor. Zelin never jumped straight down at a height of more than three meters, or where there was no **** where he could slide. Danger, since he knew the danger, he should avoid it. He didn't want to be the first demon hunter who didn't die on the monster but was thrown to death. Perhaps Ezio possesses some peculiar skills, such as the landing posture, which prevents him from being injured by a fall. The only thing a demon hunter can be sure of is that the close contact between the face and the ground is definitely more dangerous than the first landing with the soles of the feet.

Can the haystack resist gravity? If Zelin believes in this kind of thing, his teacher will punish him to run on the murder trail for three days and three nights, and feel the threat of gravity with all his heart.

Then, Ezio quickly climbed out of the haystack and rushed to the three soldiers on the left. At the same time, another man in a cloak rushed out from unknown place and pounced on the other three.

Seeing Ezio and the two of them attracted the attention of most of the soldiers, Zelin used part of his knowledge to carefully walk along the wall and leaned toward the location of the injured boy. Just to save people, the purpose of the demon hunters to kill monsters is also to save people. The same person is saving people, and saving people from the mouth of monsters seems to be the same as saving people from the guns of the soldiers of the Pokia family.

But when he walked around the corner and came to the location of the injured child. A soldier with a halberd came from a distant street just in time. This kind of long-handled weapon is very strange, but also very practical. It can either stab like a spear or slash it. Zelin not only saw the soldier, the soldier also saw Zelin.

At this time, there were a few more corpses of Pokia family soldiers on the street. Ezio’s weapon is not the expected long sword or anything else, but a short knife hidden in the sleeve, maybe a dagger, but using a dagger to fight a soldier equipped with this long sword and spear is really not in the eyes of a demon hunter. A wise choice. But Ezio proved that the dagger can still maintain the advantage in the melee. The corpse with the throat cut on the ground and the heart pierced is the best proof. The sharp dagger can easily break through the body of the Bogia family soldier like cutting through the sand. Protection.

Just when Zelin was about to use the seal of Aksi to make the soldier turn around and leave, when he didn't see anything, then the soldier seemed to have really hit the seal of Aksi. He was stunned for a few seconds, as if he would touch him. When the demon hunter was surprised, he immediately turned his head in the other direction, as if nothing happened.

Zelin could not help but feel a little strange. There is no possibility that there will be a second demon hunter nearby that can release the seal of Yaxie, and there is no trace of the magician cast. As for the young man, he is now holding his knees in pain, let alone There may be a way to confuse this soldier.