The Journey of the Demon Hunter

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ps: It seems that the investigation is quite strict recently, so some pictures may be blocked after being sent out and cannot be displayed. I will continue to post some pictures of people normally. If not, I will refill them when this period of time has passed.

The first thousand and seventy-one chapters of double-faced people

The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, and the world is shrouded in an uncomfortable mist of water. The boiling hot water in the kettle gurgled against the lid. The fingers with red nails snapped their fingers, the fire under the kettle was extinguished, and the blast of steam gently drifted towards the roof.

"You will bring patients to my clinic, what a rare visitor."

Marty bends down and takes out a bottle of red wine from the wooden cabinet, and casts a charming eye to Zelin. However, the demon hunters have long been accustomed to this. Apart from the treatment of the patient, Marty seldom puts his thoughts on pleasure and researching potent aphrodisiacs. The figure wrapped in the gray-green cloak around Zelin moved her body uneasyly. When Marty was holding the wine bottle with questioning eyes, she waved her hand quickly, indicating that she didn't need it.

"Come out for a walk, I heard that a lot of things happened during the time I was away, staying in the castle, waiting for these news to hear, I am afraid that next year will be over. How can your clinic be in Nuo Vigre’s Lower Town? I thought you would be in one of the best villas in Upper Town."

"People here don't like mages, at least compared to the upper city, people in the lower city prefer things that can bring them convenience." Marty shrugged and pulled the collar that was about to slip off his shoulders. There was only one large leather jacket on her body, but it was too large to look like a dress. The second obsidian button from the top was not fastened, revealing the looming snow-white skin below. “It’s different from Goos Willen. People don’t seem to welcome me, especially the noble ladies in the upper city. Within a year, I have heard no less than 50 kinds of messages about me, and most of them are from them. . But they have always been my most generous customers."

"Oh?"

"Every week, a middle-aged lady wearing a cloak knocks on the back door of the clinic, hoping to buy a bottle of medicine that can help them get pregnant, or a young noble girl who wants to use magic to perform an abortion that does not harm her body." Marty Giggled. "You can’t believe it. There was a priest of the Eternal Fire who came to me in the middle of the night to buy a bottle of medicine for their Archbishop Haifam. So I sold him the newly prepared one, so that Novigrad is very calm. And it's not just me, many warlocks have bought real estate near the square in Xiacheng."

"Near the main square?"

"Yes, Alexandria, Kalkstein, Triss, Dolgaly. Compared to other places, I can say that Novigrad is the most free and open place in the north. Thanks to the most influential bishop Chapez here. , I really want to chat with him, but he always avoids me. Am I ugly?" Marty lowered her eyebrows like a creamy eggplant. After a few seconds, she waved her hand. "Oh, let's drink some red wine to moisturize our throat, and then you tell me what the **** is going on."

"Actually, the condition is similar to that of the previous patient, but not that serious. But you just said..." Zelin took a sip from the wine glass. "Kalkstein moved to Novigrad? I saw his hunting commission at the crossroads outside the city today. He is still studying water ghosts and evil spirits?"

"Yes, he is studying how to keep evil spirits away from humans by smell, but for ordinary caravans, this price is too expensive and can only drive evil spirits away. When facing deer head spirits and ghouls, his amulet It's no different from ordinary ribbons." Marty said casually, but kept her eyes on the figure next to the demon hunter. After looking up and down, she noticed the bare palms wrapped in bandages. "This patient, has her hand hurt?"

"It's serious, so I came to you for help. Altariel, this is the doctor."

Alta Reall took off the cloak, took off the bandage wrapped around her hand, and Marty took a deep breath.

"Oh, is this left in the war? Wait, don't you want me to help and cultivate a few fingers again? Oh, please, this kind of thing is laborious, I have to do it for the first few days Standing in front of the petri dish, using spells and spells to adjust the growth of biological tissues, dispense nutrient solutions, and prevent bacterial infections. Except for the mandatory missions of the cult in the past, I am not willing to do this kind of thing... Oh, but since it is yours Entrust, I will do it again. The payment you gave me last time allowed me to buy this place. I plan to buy a villa to live in like everyone else. The potion here is too strong and I don’t want to go out. The smell of medicine in the back."

Marty tilted his right leg up and placed it on his left leg, leaning forward, looking up and down at Alta Reall, and then showing an unpredictable smile. She looked at Zelin. "I think... you left Mahakam Castle, it's not because..."

"I don't know that you also write stories in order to make money." Zelin said stiffly.

"Sorry, personal habit." Marty smiled, her teeth gleaming behind bright red lips. "But we all understand, eh? We are all grown-ups, even if you plan to stay here tonight... Okay, okay. No kidding, come with me. Before designing a treatment plan, I will collect data first. "

"I also brought her severed finger." Zelin took out a vial from the package and handed it to the female doctor. "Can this help?"

Marty didn't reach out her hand, she glanced and rolled her eyes. "Broken, prolonged hypoxia, muscle necrosis, decay, please throw it to my pet dog. Its cage is on the right side of the door. If it doesn’t eat, throw it in the sewer. Don’t put it in the trash can, otherwise it will be tomorrow. There will be rumors that I have conducted human experiments in the clinic, and then every poor person with missing relatives will throw his anger into my clinic this year. Okay, patient, come with me, let me use Magic creates a new palm for you."

The clouds are boundless, from the Dragon Mountains in the north to every inch of land between the Yaluja River in the south. The pouring rain seemed to vent enough anger and turned into a soft drizzle, but it was even worse, which meant that the rain might not end so easily. But for the ladies standing under the eaves and staying in the fortified castle, the uncomfortable sound of rain is not even the background sound during small talk, because Kayla is about to lick the caviar out of the bowl.

"You absolutely can't believe that in Maribo's court, I can even see cockroaches and mice, mice! There are mouse dens under the bed where they sleep!"

"So I like to keep cats. However, in the Empire, it is difficult for you to see mice in a big city, because mice carry infectious diseases and bacteria, and they are prone to plagues when the garbage decays faster in summer." Tentatively speaking out what she had seen and heard in the empire, on the one hand, she hoped that these enlightened witches might understand that the empire would bring civilization, a stable social order, political system, and good welfare to the northern continent. On the other hand, she didn’t know how she would react if her homeland was trampled and destroyed by the army of other countries, and she was always worried that one day she would become a slave due to bankruptcy, or be burned by accidentally offending the emperor and nobleman. What is the mood of death.

At least in the north, a warlock and a baron don't need to be cautious or bend over constantly when talking to a baron. In an empire, class hierarchy is always the most important thing. But if these can be ignored, the living environment in the empire is better than in the north.

"It's been a long time since I had a good dinner, and I have to set up magic around the room before going to bed, just in case..."

Philippa glared at Kyla. "Shut up, Kayla, he's here."

The dripping rain dripped down the gaps in the armor, with wet hair clinging to his face. The man in light blue and light leather armor stepped up the stairs of Montivoka Castle, with golden eyes glowing. Hidden in the shadow of the hood, the two swords behind him are hidden in the scabbard, and the runes branded on the shoulders are shining in the gray sky. If Zelin stood here, he would be surprised to find that this was not any kind of cat school armor he knew.

Standing in front of the dark porch, the cat school demon hunter stopped. No one can enter this castle, anyone who walks into the shadows will only find him hitting an invisible wall.

Suddenly, azure light particles appeared out of thin air in front of the demon hunter. They floated in the rain, as if attracted by some kind of power, and gradually outlined the appearance of a witch. The rain passed through the phantom and hit the ground.

"You are here."

"I heard that someone is willing to offer a higher bargaining chip." Lilo lifted his hood, revealing his ears with mixed elf characteristics. "I'm here for this, and I hope you can pay the price that makes me willing to betray the empire. Moreover, I don't want to say anything else. The remuneration proposed by the Imperial Intelligence Agency is a noble title and a salary of 5,000 Francs per year. A castle, and a piece of land with five villages. What can you give me, woman? Don’t talk about bad checks. People who hire me but don’t want to pay usually pay their debts with their heads."

"Of course we will give you a bargaining chip that satisfies you." Mirage said. "I can pay the bonus that the empire gives you immediately, and for the rest, when you prove your ability, you will find that you can get more rewards than the empire immediately..."

In the secret room, several witches were talking to each other, discussing the next bargaining chips and plans. Francesca did not participate in their discussion, which was normal in the eyes of the other witches. Once it is related to Hundred Flowers Valley, the Elf race, or her personal interests, Francesca will show her eloquence and persistence. When the issue itself has nothing to do with her interests, the Elf Warlock will rarely take the initiative to speak. But this time, the witches didn't know that the reason the Elf Warlock didn't speak was not because it had nothing to do with her vital interests.

Francesca and Ada exchanged glances, and the latter rhythmically tapped the carved eagle on the top of the armchair. After a few seconds, Francesca looked back, with a gentle smile on her face.

"I think the first thing we should solve is Demavin, right?" The other witches looked at her, and the elf continued. "According to the information I have received, at the end of this month, Dermavin will take a boat to hold a sightseeing parade on the Ponta River. During this period, there may be some Squirrel Party bandits." She emphasized the pronunciation of the Squirrel Party. "Haunted the forest near the river bank."

The rain has never stopped, and the wind blowing from the north has become even colder.

The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-two chapters cats from the south

The spring of 1271.

After the Battle of Brenner, people's expectations for peace were finally shattered this year without a trace. The people hiding under the eaves and leaning against the stove used strong alcohol to dissipate the chill in the air while cursing the continuous rainy days. Everyone’s mood is as bad as milk that has been stored for more than a year. Perhaps the best wine and the most beautiful lady cannot separate people from the bad mood. Someone smells an incorrect smell in the air, like some kind of rotten smell, which belongs only to the tomb, but what else can people do? Most people know that danger may be coming. Everyone on the street seems so abominable. There are so many poisonous snakes who hide their appearance in the shadow of their hood. Even dogs and cats have lost their fighting spirit and left them on the **** heap. The mouse is proud of it. A strange atmosphere filled the air again, causing stupid thoughts to grow in some people's minds. People who are numb can only repeat the same life day after day, indifferent to the danger that is coming.

The kings and nobles stared at their neighbors' land, and the generals looked forward to a war that would make them immortal.

War will always be war.

When people thought that this year's war would break out between Aden and Kodwin, the **** civil war in Tamoria shook everyone's nerves.

A group of heavily armored warriors rode through the canyon on horseback. The armor and weapons on their bodies clanged, and a large dust was raised behind them, covering the shield soldiers running behind. The demon hunter hurriedly pulled the reins, let the horses walk into the weeds beside the road, and waited for the soldiers to run past. The soldiers' faces were firm and sweat was flowing, and the dusty white lily banner was flying above their heads.

Zelin looked at their flags and emblems, and if he did not mistake the badges on the soldiers' shoulders, these soldiers belonged to Lord Sven, southeast of Vizima.

"It's terrible." Zelin murmured. Of course, no matter whether it was a horse, a sword or a ring, he would not give him an answer. "They never stop."

Watching the soldier's back disappear at the other end of the forest trail, Zelin shrugged and urged the horses to return to the road. The situation of Altarel is different from what the demon hunter thought. The ebony blade is different from the ordinary weapon, and the cut scar is naturally different from the broken limb cut by the scalpel. So Altarel will stay in Novigrad for a few days, and Marty will use some minor operations to remove the infection left in the wound. At least she claimed that it was simple and cheap, although the demon hunter was very skeptical, the concept of money by the sorcerer was obviously different from that of ordinary people.

In the afternoon, Zelin found a village. It may be the only village within a radius of tens of miles. During this period, he saw more than three groups of soldiers on the way, and the officers kept urging them to march north. This is why the demon hunters did not return by boat like they did when they came, because the civil war caused the Ponta River to pass through the baronial La Varetti to be blocked, and the ships heading upstream from Novigrad were crowded in the port. In China, the idle sailors consume a lot of inferior beer every day and send people to hospitals and prisons every day.

The demon hunter rode close to the fence fence of the village. He turned over and got off his horse, holding on to the edge of the fence, watching the villagers vigilantly and slightly curiously.

"I am not the lord's tax collector."

The vigilance in the eyes of the villagers slowed down a bit.

"It's not a knight who came to recruit soldiers."

A woman standing under the clothes rack breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the clothes that fell on the floor by mistake, and threw them into the tub, not knowing what she was muttering.

"Where is your village chief? Where can I buy some food and water, and a place to stay, I will pay."

"The village chief is in the forest clearing to the east." A young man called to Zelin. "Everyone else is there."

Zelin looked to the east of the village, and the dense birch forest swayed in the shadow of the setting sun. He did not speak, and led the horse to the forest. Before leaning into the clearing at the edge of the woods, he heard a loud noise.

"...He has been in for so long and hasn't come out yet. He must be dead."

Several villagers gathered in the clearing beside the forest, whispering while watching the shadowed forest. A tough but old man stood at the front. The others are holding pitchforks and axes.

"Either they just ran away. These swordsmen are like that. They cheat and eat and drink with their swords on their backs, and run completely clean when they encounter danger. I heard that Lord Earl hanged several liars last month. "