The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Enough is enough, I'm going to get the share that belongs to me."

Zelin and Guksat were chatting as they walked to the barn on the hills behind the village.

"Why are you coming to the north? It is not a wise thing to come to the north at this time. Tamoria is fighting, and Kodwin and Aden are also eager to try. Unless you want to follow the army to take orders, after all, during the war, you will never be missing. The job of a demon hunter."

"It seems that at this point, the South and the North are the same. However, the Imperial Army prefers to cooperate with bounty hunters rather than demon hunters."

"Why? They should know that we are experts in dealing with monsters. Bounty hunters know how to catch prisoners, but in dealing with monsters and demon spirits, they are no different from ordinary warriors with silver weapons."

"Why? Because they are humans, and we are not." Guksat waved his hand. "But I didn't come to the north to make money, I came to find a traitor."

"Traitor?"

"Bren." Guxart's face was serious, as if he was about to kill. "Two months ago, he came to our academy and said he had a business and hoped that we could help. He was very humble and polite, as if he had changed himself. So he saw that he belonged to the same academy in the past. We allow him to spend the night in the courtyard of the castle, sit together and tell us what he thinks."

"Bren?"

"Someone called him Lelo's Cat."

"I understand, I have heard about it." Zelin had heard of the fame of the cat of Lelo. It was twenty-seven years ago. He carried out a massacre in Lelo's city hall. All town officials including the mayor died. No one knows why this demon hunter did this, and he didn't care. Redania issued a wanted warrant to search for him, and the amount paid was enough for the idle bounty hunter in the north to hear the wind. The final result of not returning was that no one caught him. Several bounty hunters died violently. Rumors appeared more than once that Bren was dead, but after a while, he would reappear to break the rumors. People often compare this with Balvikan’s butcher, but Zelin knew that it was a misunderstanding that Geralt was called the Butcher of Balvikan.

"He told us that someone hired him to assassinate some people and make some nasty guys disappear from this world. The employer is very generous, and the price offered will allow us to buy a manor next, which will last for decades. To live a leisurely and prosperous life."

"You promised?"

"No." Guksart shook his head. "Because of that massacre, we no longer welcome him. Not all cat school demon hunters belong to the academy. We will not take the initiative to kill people unless someone wants to provoke us. I know what you are suspicious, our reputation is very good. Bad, because we have the largest number. After being rejected, he offered to stay overnight and leave the next morning. We agreed, but if we killed him directly at that time, maybe we wouldn’t have the trouble now—— He stole a set of master's armor and a moon blade from the treasure house during the night, and wounded Hilodinger."

"So you went to the north to find traces of traitors?"

"Traitor? No, it's not a traitor, it's a thief." Guksat stretched out a finger. "He stole something belonging to the academy, and I want to find him back. There are three other people, Aksou, Joel, and Gaitan all looking for him in the north. Your home was stolen, and you too I will find a thief."

"Yes, someone has stolen it last year." Zelin said casually, but he was more interested in another point. "You just said that the academy of the cat school..."

He never knew the location of the Cat Academy Demon Hunter Academy. Like everyone else, he also thought that this academy was just a legend and did not exist at all.

"It's just a ruin." Guksat waved his hand. "Look, we're in the barn, I'm going to get my pay."

He didn't want to talk more, and Zelin wouldn't ask more.

Zelin and Guxart walked into the barn together. He thought there would be a farmer guarding it, but in fact, the building was completely dark and there were no people. Guksat thought that Zelin's Yaxifah seal might be wrong, and Zelin once thought so, how could a place where all the property of the village was hidden unguarded. But soon, he knew the reason.

The barn was empty, with only a few strands of dry rice ears on the ground. Two ruts on the ground passed through the gate and drove north. There are patterns left after iron wrapping on the ruts. This is a transport vehicle belonging to the army. Without a lot of effort, the demon hunter found an old wooden box behind an altar. The box had a lock. This didn't hurt Zelin. After turning the lock picker a few times, the iron lock opened. With a slight creak, the box opened, revealing more than thirty Oren lying inside.

"Only these?" Guksart frowned. "Will your seal expire? That farmer is lying to you."

"No, I'm very confident in my seal." If it was ten years ago, Zelin might hesitate, but now, he doesn't think there will be a farmer who can resist his Aksi without the help of any magic props. French seal. "This is their treasure."

Zelin raised his head and looked at Guksat, who looked at Zelin in confusion.

"Why?"

"Maybe the new war tax is more expensive."

"But they set up exquisite altars in the cemetery, and there is a church statue at the intersection of the village. These are very valuable. If this is their treasure, then that statue can be worth their annual income."

"Maybe they think that God will protect them and make their lord violently die." Zelin made a helpless gesture. "Or let the tax collector be taken away by a wolf halfway."

Guksat took a sip. "Ask the God of a church for help? How ridiculous."

"In addition to God, who else can they turn to for help."

The cat school hunter was silent for a while, took a deep breath, raised his foot, stepped on the lid, and closed the box again.

"Let's go."

"Aren't you taking it away?"

"Not interested." Guksatt paused. "Too little."

The first thousand seven hundred and seventy-four chapters friends of the cat school

One thousand seven hundred and seventy-four chapters

The tavern owner wiped the tabletop with a gray rag at random, lowered his eyelids and waited for the two guests to speak, his eyes were as listless as the little flame lying in the fireplace.

"Two bottles of beer, take them, don't mix them with water." Zelin looked at the pattern on the old tabletop like a precise map of the terrain. "Come some meat, fish, sheep, rabbits, everything is good, and then..."

"Sorry, sir." The tavernkeeper clenched the rag in his hand and said in a low voice. "We have no meat here, only some cheese, carrots, jade pepper, roasted garlic, it's delicious, you can try it."

"No more meat? We didn't come to eat grass roots and tree stems after a day's journey." Zelin frowned and said, "We will pay."

"Sorry, sir, I also want to make money, but my inventory was levied four days ago." The tavern owner wiped his hands on his dirty apron. "There is going to be a war. The soldiers have to eat, and the quartermaster collects grain everywhere. So they took away the meat and beer from every tavern nearby, as well as the food stocks of every tiger hunting. This year has not yet reached the harvest day. The farmers don’t have extra wheat at home. If you want to eat meat, you have to wait a month before the hunters in the nearby villages have returned."

"I saw a forest nearby." Zelin tilted his head and looked out the window. "It takes them a month to hunt?"

"This is Lord Krupa's hunting ground. Follow the road outside the door and go west for a hundred meters." The tavernkeeper made a gesture to look west. "You can see an old locust tree, and now there are three dead poachers hanging on it. Master Krupa is very angry, especially some time ago, a villager wanted to escape and fled to the east of Malaville. The master’s land went up, so the three unlucky ones were hanged. Poor Pas, only married for three months. Don’t talk about it, something went wrong in the last night. Would the guests want something to drink? But We still had some wine left. When the quartermaster came, the car was a little small, and a barrel of beer was left."

"Then come a little bit." Zelin said uncertainly. He suspected that the barrel of wine was left not because it couldn't fit, but because it was too bad to drink. "Some more, uh..."

"Garlic?"

"Yes, garlic. But don't use it too much, we have to hurry tomorrow."

"Would you like some grilled tails? You can sprinkle onions and coat with olive oil..."

"Okay, come on four skewers." Zelin knew what a grilled tail was, and voles had always been a kind of reserve food for farmers. "Come up as soon as possible, we have to be in a hurry."

Five Oren coins fell on the table and made a clinking sound. The tavernkeeper opened his mouth and looked tentatively at Zelin. Seeing that the demon hunter didn't take it back or say anything, he quickly swept into the apron bag, nodded and bowed, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Thank you for your kindness." Guksaat looked at the back of the tavernkeeper disappearing behind the door frame and shook his head. "The North defeated the Empire at the Battle of Brenner. In the later stages of the war, they performed better than some imperial troops. I thought they would leave enough food reserves before the war. What kind of war is this? Inheritance? Rebellion? Uprising? Or is it a slave riot? Everyone has been talking about war since I disembarked at Hidaris."

"If our king could control his lower body, this war shouldn't have existed. Of course, even if there were no illegitimate children, the nobles would find other reasons to set off a rebellion. I believe that after this war, whether you win or lose, you should next There will be three to five years of peace." Ze Lin picked up his teacup, took a sip, turned his head and spat out through the window. "Damn it, he might as well not add tea."

"Why?"

"Because they can no longer squeeze more food out of the land, especially now that there is no threat from the empire in the north, they will at least wait until the farmers grow food. It is only a few years since the end of the Battle of Brunner. I very much doubt that if the temperature is as cold as last year, how many people will not be able to survive this winter. Okay, stop talking about this, let us eliminate these foods, and then go on the road immediately, and we should be able to arrive in Island before dark Duke of Germany."

They quickly settled one-third of the beer and all the roasted garlic. Guksat thanked Zelin for his petition. During this period of time in the north, his wallet had been in a dry state. Guksat's knowledge of northern prices remained before the First North-South War, and he did not expect that the Oren coin had depreciated more than three times, so that he had to find a trust along the way to solve the bread money. Unfortunately, he hasn’t found many notices posted urgently in need of demon hunters. Most people don’t have money to afford them. When the situation is so urgent that demon hunters must be hired, they usually wait for someone to see the notice. The matter is over.

In the past few days after Zelin came back, George also told him that apart from the nobles in the barracks and castles, it seems that no one is willing to hire a demon hunter to solve the trouble, especially in the land of Temaria to Hidaris. On.

"If you need help in the north, you can find me at Mahakam's castle. You know where that place is, and Aiden and Gaitan of your school also know."

"Oh, thank you. I didn't expect to see such a passionate face in the north." Guksart chewed vaguely with his golden tail glowing black, and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth. "But I'm going to visit one person first, Marut of Temoria. I saved his life by the forest of Brockleron 30 years ago. If this family is still alive, I want to get from them. Ask for some news. The person Bren wants to assassinate must be noble, otherwise his employer will not pay such a high price."

"That price can indeed afford the best killer, but I doubt if he is deliberately exaggerating."

"No, it's not possible." Guksut paused. "He is an ambitious bastard, pretentious, and he was born noble and competitive before the mutation, but he won't lie. If anyone had to pay such a high price to assassinate someone in the north, he would definitely leave a trace. This is a game between nobles. I will find the traces left by him, and then follow the clues to find him. The master armor is the only two sets in the academy, the two swords in the other set are lost, and we There is no money and technology to build new ones."