The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It's not safe at night, let's go, it doesn't make sense to wait."

"That's, what are you waiting for? I dare to bet a copper coin that he will be like Polia, with his intestines torn out more than two meters."

"Wait a few more minutes." The village chief corrected the turban that was being crooked by the wind. "Wait a few more minutes. If he doesn’t come out, we’ll go back and write a new order, which will be posted on the billboard tomorrow. No one is allowed to move the horse. If the lord comes to grab someone and serve as a soldier tomorrow, we can Use that horse to arrive. That horse is very good. Master Becky likes horses very much...Who is there?!"

"A traveler who wants to find a place to stay, someone told me that their village chief is here." Zelin pulled his cloak. "I heard who you are waiting for, or waiting for the opportunity to carve up some traveler's belongings?"

"You are wrong, young man." The village chief spread his hand. "A month ago, a monster came to this forest. Our best hunter was killed and the trap was destroyed. So we hired a demon hunter who claimed that he could help us kill the monster."

"A demon hunter?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. "What monster?"

"Ghoul," a villager said. "There may be several."

"How do you know?"

"The priest said." Another Mazilian villager added. "Too many people died in the forest. There is no eternal fire. The corpse will attract ghouls. When we save enough money, we will go to Novigrad to buy an altar of eternal fire."

"You are all pious people, but in reality, firelight can only disperse single beasts. For ghouls, firelight will attract them, as well as evil spirits. These little guys are very smart. They know that there must be places with firelight. Biological existence." Zelin subconsciously explained the knowledge about monsters to the villagers. "If there are ghouls, the best way is to take a bottle of salt on your body at noon, when the sun is strongest, and sprinkle it on your head and boots, go to the forest, and use a torch to bring the corpse in the open air with the relics. Burn it."

"Burn the corpse? Only the priest can do it. This is blasphemy and will be killed by the wraith spirit." A villager screamed, but his voice was interrupted by another person.

"Look over there, he is out!"

There was a low sound of footsteps from the edge of the forest. The sound of footsteps was very heavy. A shadow came out holding the trunk of the tree, and a **** head at his waist swayed back and forth with his steps. People began to whisper.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties. This man has a tall and wide forehead, and the sparse hair is bundled together in the back of his head, wrapped in a turban. A scar was drawn from the left side of his forehead to the corner of his right eye, and there were three scratches on his lips. The scars and wrinkles made his cheeks look like a stone sculpture. He has a complete set of armor for the demon hunter, and the style is undoubtedly belonged to the cat school. There are two eye-catching gaps in a slender silver sword.

"I killed the monster." The demon hunter threw his waist head to the ground, and the grave witch glared at everyone with his sunken glass eyes: "You told me that I was a ghoul, but what awaits me is a grave. Witch!" He stretched out **** angrily. "It trapped me with a trap. I used a lot of energy to kill it. The reward must be doubled. I want two hundred Oren!"

"How do we know, what kind of witch in the forest." The village head shrugged. "The recent witches are hiding in Novigrad. How could witches come to our forest?"

"There is a cemetery in the forest. This cemetery witch has occupied it. You idiots will actually set the cemetery in the forest." The demon hunter wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. There are a lot of blood stains on his body, all black monster blood, and a pale white scratch. The armor protects his shoulders. "Two hundred Oren, including the potion I consumed and the money for repairing the sword."

"It's impossible. We only have 80 Oren. There is no more." Several young people leaned against the village head, who hung their hands beside them, muttering. "And we have entertained you for a day, and you broke into our cemetery. Who knows if what you said is true or false? There can be no monsters in the cemetery. There is an altar blessed by the priest, one hundred and fifty o'clock. Lun’s blessing, how can a monster enter the eternal fire range?"

"Your broken altar has long been overthrown by the tomb witch." The demon hunter snorted. "Give me the money, don't forget, the price we negotiated before is one hundred oren."

"Only eighty." The village chief said innocently, with a hint of pleading in his voice. "The lord came to collect the employment tax the day before yesterday. We don’t have much money. This is the only money left in our village. Last month, our cattle were taken away because Master Becky was going to have a banquet. If we don’t want the men in the village to go to the barracks, we have to pay more. We really don’t have any money.”

The demon hunter of the cat school tightened his mouth and stared at the villagers in front of him viciously. The corners of his mouth squirmed slightly. Zelin looked at him, then at the villager, hiding his hand in his cloak. After a few seconds, the cat school demon hunter stretched out his hand, grabbed the money bag in the village chief's hand, and sipped at his boots.

"Don't let me see you again!"

Seeing this, Zelin released the gesture that he was hiding in his arms and pinching the Yaksi Fayin.

The villagers huddled with each other and left. Someone let out a sigh of relief and stuffed the knives in their arms back. The demon hunter kicked the swamp witch's head away as if to vent his anger, his head rolled a few times on the ground, and disappeared into the bushes. Then, he noticed Zelin standing in place.

"Who are you?" He looked up and down Zelin, finally his eyes rested on the badge on his chest. "Another demon hunter? Seeing their commission came here?"

"No, I just passed by." Zelin shook his head. "They were lying to you just now."

"There is more money hidden in their arms?"

"No, I guess there are only a few Oren in the bag, all underneath are stones."

The cat school demon hunter was stunned for a few seconds. He quickly opened the package, reached in and fiddled with the coins inside, and then threw the purse on the ground angrily. Several rocks and two or three coins mixed in it rolled out together.

"These bastards, I should let them taste the fist! I want them to spit out all the money!"

"You are not from the north." Zelin stretched out his hand to him, the latter hesitated for a few seconds, and shook hands with Zelin. "In the north, a bag of money must be counted in person, otherwise as long as the two sides separate their sights, they will not recognize it in the second second."

"You just found out?"

"No, I was just curious at first, why they gave you the money bag so simply and neatly. Generally speaking, letting them pay is not more uncomfortable than killing them." Zelin scratched his cheek. "That's why I suddenly thought of this, because I was deceived before."

"Who are you?"

"Zelin, Griffin School. Are you?"

"Oh, I know you, Gaitan told me about you." The cat school demon hunter moved his shoulders. "You can call me Guksart, the cat school."

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ps: From the sixth volume of the original witcher manga "Betrayal"

The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-three chapters of ordinary corners

Guksat.

A cat school demon hunter from the south.

"I've heard your name, Zelin. The demon hunters in the south are also talking about your reputation. You killed Berhart. Everyone is happy. This villain will one day die by the enemy's sword. When I disembarked from Hidaris, I was wondering if I could see you in the north, the hunter who is most likely to become the Grand Master of the Griffin School. Your school has not seen anyone with the name of the Grand Master for a long time. Yes, Ivar of the Viper School thinks that your ambition may make the Demon Hunter suffer another ruin, but rest assured, I don't think so."

"I don't understand what you are talking about."

"You don't understand? It's normal. After the civil strife 80 years ago, only the wolf school remained in the northern continent." Guksat bent down, picked out a few coins from the rubble, and stuffed them into his pocket. "I inquired about your news on the way, and learned that your Griffin had regained a castle in the north and accepted the king's canonization, but many people said that you are dead."

"If people's life and death are determined by rumors." Zelin shrugged. "I have died a hundred times."

"Is it true to accept the king's canonization?"

"Fake. The king has been to my castle. He just wants to know if my castle will threaten his taxes."

"It has been many years since Kyle Morhan was destroyed. You are the first demon hunter who intends to build the academy in a well-known castle." Guksat stretched out his finger and shook it. "Maybe we can find a cozy tavern to chat, but before that, I'm going to find the farmers to settle accounts, and my horses and packages are still in the village, they'd better not make their ideas."

"What do you want to do?"

"In the South, if a farmer cheats me like this, they will regret it the next day." Guksaat moved his shoulders and moved his fingers, with a crisp sound in his joints. "Won’t you tell me about such boring topics as tolerance, protection, and tolerance? No, facing good people, I am a good person, facing bad people, I am a villain, and being tolerant in the face of villains will only make them worse. . If you don’t want to do this, don’t stop me. A few broken teeth or red and swollen eye sockets should let them know the fate of being a liar."

"I'm not the young man who just walked out of the castle." Zelin whistled. "As a northerner, I have my way to solve the problem."

Yaxie Fayin is always so practical.

That night, Zelin found the local village chief. Axifahin flashed in front of him, and the demon hunter knew where most of the village's property was hidden. There are thirteen households in this village. They gather their property together, buy farm tools, and ask blacksmiths in towns to build tools. In fact, most villages in the north exist in this form. They are not so much villages as they are a group of farmers gathered to deal with dangerous wilderness.

It hasn't changed for more than a thousand years.

"Their belongings are hidden under the windmill behind the barn."

When Zelin walked out of the village, Guksat was still waiting in place. He narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard Zelin's words.

"This is Yaxie Fayin?"

"Don't you know?"

"Only you Griffins can use the most difficult seal so easily." Guksat looked at Zelin's fingers. "That said, can't you easily get everyone's secrets?"

"If Yaxie Fayin can be like a warlock's mind-reading technique, I might not be able to resist the idea of ​​peeking into the hearts of others." Zelin released his hand. "But a conspicuous mutant, carrying a sword, keeps gesturing to others, and then the person pointed by the finger becomes in a trance, and fools can see that there is a problem. Also, we have to chat here. How long?"