The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

The proceeds from killing Baroness Carney were not only a blue treasure box, but also a pile of gold, silver, jewelry and books found in the main building of the manor.

Gold coins, silver coins and jewelry are good things and can be exchanged for money anywhere, while books are magic and alchemical knowledge.

Marvin's skills are all learned. He has never seen a skill book or skill scroll. Who knows what the effect is, but learning is reliable.

Ignoring the shivering human maid in the main building, he climbed out of the window and left the manor, walked into the woods and disappeared.

We have to go back quickly and let Reglio get these maids away, otherwise the assassination will not be perfect.

Teleporting back to the outskirts of Tire, he trotted into the woods, waved the raven to land on his shoulder, and then got into the dirty drainage ditch.

He wanted to show off this time when he went back, and Modus was also part of it. And here is another exit of the sewer, which is where Marvin came out this morning.

It is really difficult to find a way out of the intricate sewers without someone to guide him, but after being guided through it once, Marvin will not get lost unless the sewers are alive.

Of course the sewers here are not alive, and Marvin successfully returned to Belhaven's base.

The dim light of the yellow oil lamp was so dim that Reglio almost didn't notice Modus. He was stunned for a moment when he stood up to greet him.

"Why would you bring a raven?"

"My partner, Modus." Before the time came for the raven to speak, Modus was as dumb as a real bird. Ma Bian pulled out a cloth bag from the air and said, "Duvini Carney, the commission is completed. "

Reglio was a little curious about the raven, but then he immediately forgot about it. He didn't see how the bag appeared at all.

He had never seen the magic package, but he had heard of it. The former captain of the Black Japanese Army was thinking about the young man in front of him...

"How could it be so fast?" Looking at the frightened head, Reglio completely forgot about his previous thoughts and asked a very poor question.

Without a horse, it would have taken a day just to walk to Mana Green Manor, but it only took less than a day for Marvin to kill a knight and elf mage, and he came back intact. No wonder he was surprised.

The captain took the head in a daze and asked with a blank look: "You, how did you do it?"

Marvin put away the bag and replied: "I have my own way, it's not convenient to say."

It seems that no matter which world he is in, he must always keep some of these convenient and practical bags, and a small quantity is not enough.

The way for Marvin to quickly reach Mana Green Manor is very simple, just let the raven fly there first, and he can teleport there according to the raven's coordinates.

As his servant, Modus can be found by Marvin as long as the distance between the raven and him is not too far. Calculating spatial coordinates and teleportation are basic skills and are not difficult.

For Behaven, Marvin has given enough now and has not received anything in return. The two parties are not even cooperating now, so of course they can feel at ease and have no comment.

"Uh..." Reglio realized that he really had no position to ask Marvin to reveal the secret, and he didn't know how to continue.

Marvin pointed to the head held in the opponent's hand, "My certificate of surrender."

Only then did the captain react, "Ahem... you surprised me again, Marvin. Phew..." Reglio took a deep breath to suppress the chaotic thoughts in his heart, "I believe you!"

This time he really believed it.

The aristocracy is the cornerstone of the empire's rule. Even if there is an undercover plan, it would not be so outrageous as to use the life of a knight as a bargaining chip. It is not cost-effective.

Gale, the governor of Tire City, has no power and will not do this.

Eredin, the absolutely hawkish military commander, was eager to use force directly and would not even consider such a troublesome plan.

The dove-like Great Sage Avallac'h doesn't care at all about rats like them hiding in the gutter, let alone any undercover plans.

Emperor Oberon basically doesn't care about anything now, and he is not in the mood to deal with these rebellious thieves.

Therefore, Reglio, who is relatively familiar with the political situation of the empire, is now very sure that Marvin is trustworthy.

He carried the head to the corner of the room, lifted the wooden board, threw the head down, and watched it being washed away by the sewage.

"Well, welcome to Belhaven." Reglio shook hands with Marvin formally, sat down behind the table again and asked, "What do you need?"

"Don't worry." Marvin pulled out a huge metal tower shield from the void, placed it on the wooden table with a clang, and said: "This belongs to Illerys. I killed him a few months ago. In Temori Ya’s Willen.”

Reglio was so shocked that he stood up. Illerith was not only the commander of the Red Cavalry, but also a hereditary earl.

"Red Cavalry" is the designation, and "Wild Hunt" is just the human name for that troop. The elves felt that this name was quite prestigious, so they did not correct it.

Illerith does not know magic, let alone a navigator. His ability to become the commander of the Red Cavalry and a powerful figure in the military is due to his family background and the result of the balance of power among all parties in the empire.

The navigators of the Red Cavalry are all students of Avallac'h, and the Great Sage's reputation in this army is quite high, even beyond Eredin.

If Ilerith hadn't stepped in, the Red Cavalry would have been almost out of the military system and out of Eredin's control.

This is something that the military, the emperor, and other factions don't want to see. After all, Avallac'h has not only become stronger, but also has a very high reputation among the mages. If he has military power again...

Reglio tried his best to suppress the confusion in his heart and sorted out the little information he knew.

If Ileris is really dead, the military will have to reshuffle power again. But why did he get the news that Ileris was injured and recuperating...

He couldn't count how many times he was surprised today, his head was buzzing.

But he didn't know that Marvin was going to pretend to be so cool today...

The captain stroked the metal tower shield with his ungloved right hand, and it seemed that he couldn't see clearly, so he wanted to get closer.

Snap, Marvin snapped his fingers.

A ball of illumination light lit up, the light was very soft and would not hurt the eyes. Marvin's control of magic has improved again, but the temperature in the room has inexplicably dropped a little.

Legrio was shocked again, "You!..."

Marvin spread his hands: "I'm not just a mercenary, I'm also a good warlock."

"Who are you?!"

There are no human mages in the world of Ain El, not even one, let alone a warlock who is a natural caster.

"Ahem..."

It was Raven's turn. He jumped onto the table. His jet-black feathers reflected colorful halos under the illumination, making him look quite handsome. There was blue light in his small eyes.

If there were a cyborg doctor from the cyberpunk world, he would definitely recognize that it was just a data stream.

Raven stared at Reglio, speaking without opening his mouth: "My boss is the prince of Temeria, the heir of His Majesty Goydmar, the student of Tishaya, the dean of Aretusa Academy, the friend of the demon hunter, the savior of Appalachia, and Amavit."

Only the first three were said by Marvin, and the rest were added by Modus himself. Really. But this raven didn't say anything nonsense.

Former Nilfgaardian captain officer, Reglio Tyrconnell sat back in his chair, pointed at Raven, and opened his mouth without saying anything.

After waiting for a long time, the other party did not speak. The raven became impatient and turned around to ask: "Hey, boss, what's wrong with him?"

Marvin did not speak, but sent a text to Modus: "I am too excited and temporarily speechless."

Modus: "Not enough memory, stuck?"

Marvin: "You are right."

Modus: "Tsk~!!!"

Marvin grabbed the raven and put it back on his shoulder, saying: "I can also be considered a druid. This is just a smarter animal companion."

After all, he was a professional soldier. After a few deep breaths, the former captain finally calmed down and said with difficulty: "I think I have to find someone to take a look at this, and I have to discuss you with others. Your business."

Marvin made a gesture of please go ahead and sat in the room waiting.

He did not wait, because there was a pile of parchment on the table?

But there was no valuable information.

The city defense army deployment map is a little useful, but not much.

The shift schedule of the granary guards is useless.

The list of mistresses and bribery records of several minor officials are useless...

Half an hour later, Reglio came back, followed by four people.

A dwarf with a white beard, a middle-aged woman dressed like a laundry worker, a very strong young fisherman, and a young man who was dressed very neatly and was very smart.

The six people filled the small house.

As soon as he entered the door, the old dwarf pushed the fisherman and Reglio away, suppressing his anger and growling: "Where is it? Let me see."

He was not only short, but also very thin, but his fists had thick joints, and it can be seen that he must have been very strong when he was young, but now...

"Don't worry, Brick..." Reglio hurriedly asked the young fisherman to support the lame old dwarf, and lifted the tower shield to the ground with some effort.

Marvin raised his hand to light a ball of light, lighting up the room.

When the very smart young man saw Marvin, his eyes showed uncontrollable excitement, and then he handed over a very hidden question.

Marvin didn't understand, but the man looked familiar. He had met too many familiar people recently, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The look in the eyes of another person was also very interesting, the young fisherman, his look was quite provocative.

The old dwarf lying on the tower shield cried and said, "It's this! It's this, son of a bitch, you're finally dead."

He wiped his face fiercely with his sleeve, stood up and stared at Marvin: "Did you really kill him?"

Marvin nodded: "Yes, I killed him myself."

"Great, great, Todd, Nia, Luo Luoer, Buck... woo woo woo, that son of a bitch was killed... woo woo woo..." The old dwarf knelt down in front of Marvin and curled up, "Thank you! Thank you, woo woo woo... Thank you..."

Marvin didn't help him, but just moved aside.

Others should not interfere in this situation, just let the person involved vent.

The atmosphere in the room was very depressing. In this damn sewer, even crying and shouting could only be lowered.

The middle-aged woman patted the dwarf's back and silently shed tears.

A few minutes later, the middle-aged woman gave Legorio a look of affirmation and helped the old dwarf away.

The former captain wiped the tears from his eyes and asked Marvin: "Are you sure you are the prince of Temeria, the son of His Majesty Goydemar?"

Marvin nodded: "I'm sure."

Legorio turned around and asked the clever boy: "Tony, then you must know this 'Prince'!"

The boy looked at Marvin, his eyes full of anxious questions.

Hearing the name, Marvin finally remembered where he had seen him, and also understood the meaning of his eyes.

Marvin nodded slightly.

The young man's eyes lit up, he smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, walked respectfully to Marvin, raised his chest and bowed slightly, with a trembling voice, "Your Highness, why were you arrested too?"

Marvin asked back: "Are you Tony? The Tony who went home to visit relatives and disappeared?"

Having said this, there is another interesting detail. The young fisherman's eyes no longer were provocative, but became timid, and he no longer dared to look at Marvin.

Harmful... the feudal era...

Every year, the Palace of Vizima receives official reports and folk rumors of wild hunting and arrests, ranging from three or four cases to more than a dozen.

With the current speed of news dissemination and execution capabilities, whether it is to use the army to arrest or wait and see, nothing can be done. There is absolutely nothing we can do.

The Wild Hunt wouldn't visit big towns, and it couldn't harm the lords, so they didn't bother to care about it, and in the end they had no choice but to let it go.

"Yes, Your Highness, I was caught here. You..."

Seeing that he couldn't stop the former palace attendant's curiosity, Marvin simply said, "I came here on my own, not because I was captured."

"Ah!" The three remaining people in the room were surprised in unison.

"I have my own methods and purposes." Marvin turned to the captain and asked: "Are you sure that's what I said?"

"Huh?" The captain realized after a moment of reaction, "Oh, Tony, Fisher, you go back first."

"Yes, Captain." The fisherman turned and walked away, forgetting to even salute.

Tony looked at Marvin and bowed after receiving approval.

"Ahem..." Reglio cleared his throat uncomfortably and gave a Nilfgaardian military salute, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, for being so offensive to you before."

Marvin waved his hand to indicate that his past identity was not important, and then said: "First send people to rescue the slaves in Mana Green Manor. Several female slaves have met me, and I don't want them to be caught by Long Ears and ask questions. "

"Understood, I'll make arrangements right away." Reglio turned around and walked out.

I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here, which was a stroke of luck. Now that the initial goal is achieved, the next step can begin.

When the captain came back, Marvin sat at the table and said, "You don't have to worry about how I got here. I have my own way. I want a map of the important locations in the palace. It's best to indicate the meeting hall, the emperor's palace, and the library." Where is the location?"

In this era, the nobles naturally suppressed the common people. Even if they belong to two separate countries, the common people must still respect the nobles. This is the "orthodox" thought that all countries maintain.

Even if the world changes, this kind of ideological imprint is difficult to erase.

Reglio was not a noble, and the rank of captain was worthless in front of a prince.

Marvin was confident in refusing, but still adhered to his principles. The stamp of his thoughts is the Chinese red from his previous life.

Reglio was shocked, "I'm sorry, Your Highness..."

"Call me Marvin, Marvin of Vizima, I am not a prince here." Marvin pointed to the paper on the table, "Expensive parchment, the new policy of the Governor of Tire City, the living habits of the elven nobles …This is not something a runaway slave can know.”

After a pause, he continued: "It's not something that a rebel leader who lives in the sewers can know."

Reglio was about to say something when he was interrupted by Marvin, "Listen, Captain Tierconnell, I'm not interested in your sources. I just want the layout of the palace."

Reglio was silent. As for the layout of the palace, it really wasn't difficult. He already knew part of it.

But does it really reveal that he has sources from the upper echelons of the empire?

This Temerian prince is so shrewd. Why didn’t he hear this when he was a soldier?

It seems to have been exposed...

Modus couldn't bear it anymore, "Hey, my boss has proven his sincerity in cooperation. You can tell me if we can do it."

Reglio wanted to win over this powerful prince, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes, but I can't get the palace guards' deployment and defense changes."

"No need, I just need to know where those important locations are."

Seeing that the captain was still standing slightly respectfully, Marvin pointed to the chair opposite the table and asked him to sit down.

Reglio finally relaxed, sat down and asked, "Your Majesty... uh... I'd like to ask, what exactly do you want to do?"

Marvin replied: "I was hunted down twice by the Wild Hunt, so I came to kill them, including the palace of this ruined empire."

"ah!?"

Reglio naturally didn't believe such a fantastic statement, even if the person facing him was really a Temerian prince.

He had used coercion and pretentiousness, but it was still difficult to obtain key information. Marvin was too lazy to argue and used the last resort, inducement.

"Captain Tyrconnell, you give me the layout of the palace, and I will give you 1,000 kilograms of grain."

Food is Belhaven's biggest shortcoming today. The imperial capital was the most densely populated, with the most slaves and the greatest oppression.

Recruiting people has never been a problem for Behaven. The question is how to support so many people?

The management of the imperial capital is relatively strict, the grain-producing areas are too far away, and the grain is all stored in the granary, which is not easy to handle.

Therefore, even though four years have passed since the last eradication campaign, Reglio still does not dare to expand his team.

The mission of hunting teams like Facundo is also to help organize and feed these members who are active in urban areas.

But meat is not easy to store, and it is unpalatable when cooked without spices. Food is always a necessity for rebellion.

1,000 kilograms is 1 ton. 1 ton of grain is not much, but it is enough to solve a big problem. Reglio is very excited. Note①

"Are you serious?"

Modus said with disdain, "Tsk, the boss always keeps his word."

With no loss and a batch of food, the captain had no reason to refuse, "Is it a deal?"

Marvin nodded, "Of course. But hurry up, give it to me tomorrow morning at the latest..."

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Note ①: The average density of wheat is about 0.78 tons/cubic meter, while the density of paddy rice is slightly higher, about 0.85 tons/cubic meter, which is really not much.