The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

Throughout the whole day, Modus did not return to Marvin, but just stayed nearby, either stopping on the treetops to laugh at Marvin's hunting skills, or flying in the sky to help him find prey.

All in all, the hunting harvest on this day was much greater than before, and the four hunters laughed so hard that they couldn't help but laugh.

After a simple meal of barbecue and wild vegetable soup, in the dark and simple cave camp, accompanied by an old lute, Facundo told Marvin more things.

The four of them did not survive independently, nor did they hunt regardless of fatigue just to fill their own stomachs.

They belong to a resistance organization called "Behaven", whose base camp is in the sewers of Tire City.

Because it has been relatively cold recently, I only need to send the prey into the sewer every other day. If the weather were warmer, we would have to deliver them every day, which would be hard work.

In the evening, Marvin would help Facundo transport prey and meet with the leader of Belhaven, who would confirm and arrange a suitable job. This is a step that everyone who joins Belhaven must go through.

As for why they were so defensive about Marvin, why did they let Marvin join without any review? There is also an answer.

In the Ain El Empire, only elves have legal status, and humans, halflings, and other races can only be slaves.

Human slaves are the most popular, followed by halflings, and dwarves are the most disliked by the elves. There are still legends of elves massacring dwarves among various resistance groups.

As for why elves hate dwarves so much? The four of them didn't know.

Most of the members of Belhaven are new slaves captured within ten years, a few people who escaped more than ten years ago, and even a few halflings and dwarves.

Most of the humans and halflings who had been captured long ago and had children here had accepted their fate as slaves and no longer resisted.

Because Marvin knew nothing about the world, and he was young and well-educated, he must not be an old slave, and it was basically impossible for him to be a spy.

There have been spies among the resistance organizations who betrayed their friends for glory, but the final results were not good. The arrogant elves hate these people who betray their friends even more than humans themselves, and hanging is the lightest punishment.

Therefore, gradually there will be no more spies. After all, no one's life is picked up in vain.

The bonfire licked the clay pot, and the boiling water gurgled...

Once a bard, now a poor hunter plays the old lute and sings the legend of the Pontal River...

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Winding around the city of Tire is the Senar River. This large river rushes under a canyon more than ten meters deep. It passes through the south of Tire from west to east, then winds north in the east of the city, and finally turns northwest and flows into the vastness. of plains.

Several other rivers pass through the city of Tire, forming waterfalls on the gorge and flowing into the Seine.

This majestic and beautiful scenery is unique to the city of Tire, and everyone in the empire wants to see it.

Unfortunately, Marvin had neither the chance nor the mood to enjoy the scenery at the moment. He and Facundo were dragging and carrying their prey in the dark towards the river valley.

Facundo and Marvin climbed down the canyon along the thick hemp rope that had been prepared, while the other three returned to the cave to sleep.

Because of Marvin, they can have one more person to rest today, which is also a good thing.

Facundo pulled out a small wooden boat from the crack in the rock, placed the prey, and rowed the boat across the river with familiarity and into the dark sewer.

After entering the cave, he asked Marvin to light the dim oil lamp and continue moving forward. It took more than an hour to get close to the destination. It was faster because I switched to Marvin for the second half of the trip.

A dim light came on in front of the sewer, and someone was already waiting on the steps.

Facundo pulled the boat over, then led Marvin up the stone stairs on the side. After chatting with the leader for a few words, everyone carried the prey and continued forward.

Among the people who came to pick up the boat, there were women and older middle-aged people. Everyone was very happy because there were a lot of prey, but everyone spoke very quietly.

In a space about 20 meters in diameter, the ground is slightly smoothed with wooden boards, at least it will not fall into the ditch below. A group of men and women were busy handling prey under dim torches, and Marvin also saw two teenagers among them.

In addition to the bloody smell of prey processing, there is also the stench of feces that all sewers have, but these cannot cover up the joy of the poor man getting food.

Marvin was taken to a sewer dead end located slightly higher. There was a simple bed and an even simpler wooden desk, and a stack of parchment was placed neatly in the light of the oil lamp.

The strong man with a brown beard sat behind the desk and listened to Facundo narrate the meeting with Marvin. Finally, he stood up and walked to Marvin, looked at his face carefully, and asked: "You are a half-elf." ?”

Marvin still doesn't know how the humans here view half-elves, nor what role half-elves play in the Iron El Empire.

But he is not used to hiding his head and tail, and he is not afraid of being discovered. The worst he could do was to be reckless. The only person he feared in this world was Avallac'h.

He nodded: "To be precise, it's a quarter of an elf."

Unexpectedly, the other party was not surprised, apprehensive, or questioning, and even gave him a sympathetic look.

"It seems you are really new here."

The strong man took a step back to give each other some space and give Marvin a little sense of security.

"Don't worry, I know you can't be a spy. The life of half-elves here is worse than you think, even worse than dwarves. Gale is a smart guy, and he will not send a half-elf to be a spy."

This sentence contained too many meanings, Marvin was confused, he asked: "Can you tell me more?"

The man wore a black metal gauntlet on his left hand, with the Nilfgaardian black sun symbol on the back of his hand, and his walking and sitting posture was quite military. The furnishings in this simple "house" also showed that he missed his former military life.

He brought a chair and placed it across the table and said: "Sit down and talk, we haven't had any new members for a while. My name is Reglio Tyrconnell, a Nilfgaardian."

After discovering Marvin's realization, he touched the metal gauntlet on his left hand and continued, "I used to be a captain, huh..."

Through Reglio's narration, Marvin learned more about the Ain El Empire and the resistance organization called Behaven.

Dwarves have a longer lifespan and most of them have a bad temper, so they are very resistant to their slave status.

Several major resistance activities over the past few hundred years were mostly led by dwarves or led by dwarves. Therefore, the Ain El Empire hates dwarves very much.

On the contrary, humans have a short lifespan, and most of them will adapt to their social position after two or three generations of reproduction. At the same time, humans have strong reproductive ability, grow fast, are stronger than halflings, and can easily learn the language of Elleron, making them the most popular slaves.

Halflings were treated as inferior laborers at first because of their short stature and "ugly" appearance.

But some of them are eloquent, have a talent for arithmetic, or have good manual skills, and eventually become high-level slaves and financial personnel in plantations and workshops.

Elves and foreign slaves are strictly prohibited from marrying, and if they give birth to children, they will be regarded as a shame for the family, so half-elves are generally killed before or at birth.

Few half-elves in the empire live to adulthood, and even adult half-elves will be exiled to the northern Tar Ding Desert or the southwest Zelon Swamp after being captured.

The Belhaven Organization is one of the dozens of resistance organizations in the Ain El Empire, and it is considered a relatively small one.

The first leader of the organization is a Nilfgaardian officer, and he named the organization after his hometown. Most of the leaders after that were Nilfgaardians.

The previous leader of Belhaven died after the fire moon's raid was interrupted four years ago. Reglio Tyrconnell took over Belhaven's leadership and continued to lead this small organization of hundreds of people to survive.

According to Reglio, most of the Ain El elves don't care about politics, let alone military and livelihood...

They care more about whether their clothes are wrinkled today, whether their makeup is flawed, and are more willing to discuss painting, music and poetry, and care more about magic research and alchemy experiments.

The elves are actually very lazy and have a unique sense of time for the immortal species. As long as the servants don't affect their interests, they don't care whether the harvest in the farm is good or how much the workshop has this year.

Because of the lazy attitude and lax control of the elf masters, most human slaves actually have a decent life, except that they have no freedom and their own property. If they can still meet a kind master, the life of humans is even better than before they were captured.

This makes the resistance organization more scattered and more difficult to gather enough people.

It's really ironic.

For resistance organizations like Belhaven, the top leaders of the empire have even taken a laissez-faire attitude in recent decades.

They have always known that there are rebels in the sewers, but it is impossible to let those noble elven soldiers often enter the dirty sewers to clear out the rebels.

In recent decades, a large-scale clearing operation is carried out about every ten years. Or some bigwigs in the upper echelons see that the soldiers are too idle and occasionally come to catch rats.

Nearly a hundred years ago, the last large-scale rebellion gathered hundreds of thousands of coalition forces, but was easily wiped out by the elven army with only hundreds of thousands of people but well-equipped and powerful magic.

After that, the resistance organizations in various places completely became a mess and could no longer stir up any waves.

The Belhaven organization is currently dormant, and most of them have a clear slave status on the surface, providing various materials for the organization and selecting suitable new members.

Reglio said that they will not organize specific activities in recent years to avoid attracting the attention of the elves. Other resistance organizations are in a similar situation.

Reglio is disdainful of the current situation of the Ain El Empire.

He said that the Elven Empire's system was backward and that the Ain El tribe was a barbarian hiding under an elegant appearance. He had a different opinion on Gale, the current governor of Tir Na Lia, and praised him as the only elf worthy of admiration.

Since Gale was promoted to governor and won the support of Emperor Oberon and the great sage Avallac, he has carried out a series of policy reforms to encourage the good treatment of slaves and support the development of people's livelihood.

Marvin had no impression of the name Gale, but he became interested in the leader of Belhaven.

How could a fugitive slave be so familiar with the history of the Elven Empire in the past hundred years?

The pile of parchment on the table is not cheap papyrus.

Why does a former Nilfgaard captain know the governor of Tir so well? And can he also point fingers at the governor's policies?

If the Belhaven organization has a certain historical accumulation to explain it, it can be barely explained, but how can he be so clear about the noble life and political status of the empire?

Now we really need the line of Reglio, and we are not in a hurry to figure it out.

And it seems that this former Nilfgaardian captain is not suitable for playing politics because he has too straightforward a temper.

It can be seen that he has been holding these words in his heart for a long time, but he has never had anyone to talk to. Probably no one in this small organization was knowledgeable enough for him to talk freely.

The knowledge Marvin displayed was not like that of a wealthy businessman's son or a young mercenary. He simply made it clear: "Captain Tyrconnell, I am not the son of a businessman, nor am I a mercenary."

Reglio was very happy that Marvin called him Captain, and waved his hand indifferently, "It's difficult to live in this fucking world, who doesn't have any secrets."

"I mean, I'm much better than the mercenaries. I want to join Belhaven in another way."

"Oh?" The captain's interest was aroused, "Tell me about it."

"Do you have an elf you most want to kill right now? Tell me its name, appearance, and address, and I'll take care of it." Marvin was very anxious because the time for the mission was very tight.

Reglio was shocked, "Are you sure? Young man..."

"I'm sure!" Marvin spread his hands, "You don't need help from others. You haven't lost anything anyway, right?"

The captain was a little angry. The young man in front of him was really ignorant.

"Oh, okay..." Reglio shook his head and pointed to the top of his head, "There are a lot of them up there, just bring your head down and I'll believe what you say."

"Aren't you worried about me exposing this place?"

"We have been fighting with pointy ears for more than ten years, and this problem can still be solved."

"Okay." Marvin stood up and left.

"Hey, don't worry, I'll arrange for you to stay first..."

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The boat was still tied there, and it was on the sewer route map. Marvin was rowing while contacting Modus outside.

Marvin: "Fly up and look for any soldiers patrolling the city."

Modus: "Are you coming out?"

Modus: "There are no lights in the Wizarding World at night. Are they still using oil lamps and candles?"

Marvin: "Stop talking nonsense and work first!"

Modus: "Okay, boss."

To be honest, in terms of soldier quality and military discipline alone, Ain El is better than Nilfgaard, let alone the northern countries.

However, the Ain El Empire has been in peace for a long time. Even if there is an occasional rebellion, the army will crush the rebels unilaterally, so the army is not nervous.

As a third-line force, the Tire City Guards were even more lazy when they could.

With Modus's reconnaissance ability, it was easy to find a group of night watch soldiers. With Marvin's strength, it was easy to kill a group of soldiers who were patrolling the night. They didn't even manage to utter a cry the whole time.

The only trouble was that there were a lot of heads. Fortunately, most of the elves had long hair, so Marvin solved the problem with a trouser belt.

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Sewers, the simple room of Belhaven leader Reglio Tyrconnell.

The former captain of the Black Japanese Army looked at the bunch of heads and felt a little numb.

Less than three hours before Marvin left, he brought back the heads and armbands of 12 city guards.

Even the best players in Belhaven couldn't do it, and he admitted that he underestimated the young man in front of him.

"Well, Marvin, I believe..."

Marvin interrupted his nonsense, "No, you don't believe me enough. Give me a target, someone with some status."

"This..." Reglio was a little unsure, "What exactly do you want to do?"

"It's very simple." Marvin sat down on the chair and said, "I want you to believe that I am on the same side as you." He pointed to the head on the ground, "These few little minions are not enough."

The Captain sat down across the table and asked, "You look anxious?"

Marvin made no secret of it, "Yes, it's urgent, so you'd better hurry up."

"Huh...well, there is Mana Green Manor in the west. The owner of the manor is the Countess Duverney Carney. She is very cruel and often takes pleasure in killing slaves. Many of us escaped from her... …”

"I don't care what kind of person she is, her appearance, or her specific location."

"Uh..." Reglio still felt that he wanted to remind the young man in front of him, "Her lover is Count Knight, who is very powerful, so..."

Marvin asked: "How about I kill Earl Knight directly?"

"No, no, no." The captain waved his hand quickly, "Let's talk about Countess Carney."

Are you kidding me about the empire? If we really kill a count, disaster will be imminent. If the assassination fails, the consequences will be more serious.

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