The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What do you think of those squirrel parties? Do you know where they are?"

"I don't know, Demon Hunter. Since you don't know, how can I know." Sevik shook his head. "But you are asking about the Squirrel Party, which hopes to restore our race to its former glory, or the Squirrel Party who is fighting for survival and committing suicide revenge? Honestly, in any case, they are just shadows of the elves’ past glory. , Cling to this delusion until they end their lives under the sword or on the gallows. I really hope that one day they will understand that this land is no longer a world of any single race, and all of us must learn Coexist on this land or be eliminated."

"There aren't many elves who can think like you, Sevik."

"Before your castle was built, I lived in a floating port. There are not many demon hunters like you."

"Do you know which section of the river where the octopus monsters often appear?"

"Going east, you can see a broken bridge, and someone saw the giant monster lying on the beach under the broken bridge."

"Thank you for the news, see you later, Sevik."

"Goodbye, Demon Hunter."

Ze Lin had planned to go to the north immediately to check the traces of the octopus monster. He was also curious as to what kind of mutations had occurred in this monster that could lead to this kind of result. If he can get a mutant of the octopus monster, maybe he can do some research and add it to the mutant of the demon hunter. But surprisingly, when he just left Robin Dan, the telescope in his jacket pocket lit up.

Francesca hadn't used this telescope to contact him for a long time, whether in another world or in his world.

"Enid?"

"Zelin, you are in the floating port, right?"

Francesca's voice appeared in the faint telescope. "Are you still drinking with your friends?"

"No, no. Oh, yes, Enid, I found a commission to solve the octopus monster in the river, so I don't have to wait for dinner."

There was silence on the other side of the telescope for a while before Francesca spoke again. "Well, it's a pity, it seems that you can't enjoy the feast I carefully prepared. But it doesn't matter, we have time in the future."

"What's the matter?" Zelin knew that Francesca came to find herself, and would never simply ask him if he wanted to go back at night. "Help buy something to go back?"

"No, it's actually like that. There is an elf, his name is Shiran Isinilan, and he has lost track and news in the floating port." Francis paused. "I suspect he might have been kidnapped. Can you find out about him for me? If you can, help me rescue him."

"Silon Isni Blue?"

"Yes. If you rescue him, send him outside the floating port, and someone will **** him to a safe place."

"Do you know who might be the one who kidnapped him?"

"I don't know the specifics, but the mayor of the floating port, Bennard Rolledo, is most likely to do these things. You can ask about it, but don't disturb anyone when you go."

"Well, just because of the octopus monster, I also want to meet Mayor Lorrido."

"Also." Francesca added. "Shir has also gone to see Raleigh. Don't let the members of the Sorcerer's Assembly Hall know about this, okay?"

The first thousand and ninety-one chapters of Dandrien's judgment

"Are you going to meet Bennard Rolledo?"

When Dandrine heard about this, he almost knocked over the wine glass next to him in surprise.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

After Zelin inquired about the news, he planned to come back and call Dole Gare to fight the octopus monster. After all, this was escaped from the laboratory of Ben Ade Academy. Dole Gare was the dean of the academy. He couldn’t expect the demon hunter to deal with it alone, while he was sitting in the tavern and drinking fresh squeezed. Juice, waiting for Zelin to drag the corpse of the octopus monster to the shore. Moreover, according to Sevik, this behemoth octopus is likely to escape in danger. Once he enters the lower reaches of the Ponta River, it may be difficult to catch it. He needs the help of a sorcerer to confine the beast with spells.

When he returned to the tavern, only Zoltan and Dandrien were left here. The three jackdaws didn't know where they went, they might have gone back to accompany his two beautiful desert guards. Dole Gare is said to have gone to the south of the town to study the social structure and living habits of the Angled Swarm.

Zelin knew that he shouldn't pack a ticket after drinking a few more glasses and say that for the sake of previous cooperation, the investigation of the octopus monster was left to him, the demon hunter.

There were several people around Zoltan's table, and the dwarf was competing with a human. Dandrien had just finished a performance. Had it not been for Zelin to stop him and ask him about Rorydo, he suspected that the bard would be dragged to the second floor of the tavern by two beautiful women in the next second.

"I know that Rogliedo is a villain. Someone wanted to kill him. If you plan to get rid of this **** at night, please allow me to understand the whole story. In this age, this will be people's favorite story. "The bard said excitedly. "When are you going to act? Tonight? Bennard will hold a banquet in his fortress. The tyrant who was assassinated at the banquet, my readers will love this story."

Zelin looked up and down at Dandrien, as if seeing him for the first time.

"I never knew you were still an anarchist in your heart."

"No, I've never been any ist, even if it is, it is just a citizen of this world, and a potential hero."

"Hero?" Zelin raised his eyebrows: "You?"

"What's your accent? Can't a bard be a hero?" Dandrien raised his chin. "After I buy a mansion that belongs to me, I will hire a painter to draw all the heroic deeds I have done. I guess it must be expensive because I have to buy a lot of drawing paper to fully record everything."

"You seem to hate Rolledo?"

"Because the eyes of the poet can see many places that people can't." Dandrien whispered. "Look at what is happening in this town. There are legal crimes and robberies that are recognized by the law. The guards laughed and seized the goods, but said they brought order to the town. I saw a drunk villain beating a man. The elven woman was unheard of. The dwarf blacksmith and the bookstore were smashed, and the guards stood outside laughing and laughing, as if watching a comedy. Even if it were humans, anesthetic powder dealers controlled the entire market, and the merchants at the trading post wanted It takes half the price to pass through the river channel guarded by the ballista. What is the reason for all this? Because of Rogliedo, as long as he is here, the town will continue to get worse. What the previous mayor did was For the development of the town, but he just wants to fill his pockets."

"I thought these things had nothing to do with a bard."

"Everyone can say that this has nothing to do with me." Dandrien straightened his chest, holding Lute in his arms as if he was holding a peerless sword. "But when I see these injustices and evils, I cannot punish Rorydo like a warrior or a powerful nobleman, but his gallows cannot prevent me from expressing disgust and disdain for him, and let more people know that they What the **** is the mayor doing?"

"Okay, but you might be disappointed." Zelin sighed, "There is an elf named Silang, who may have been kidnapped in the floating port. I'm going to see Loliedo and ask him if he has any clues. , Or his guards can help me find the kidnappers. And, now that Tamoria is so chaotic, I don't want this chaos to spread to the floating port for the time being. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless Loretta does something irrational."

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was smashed open, six heavily armed soldiers rushed in, a maid screamed, and the people who were still drinking put down their wine glasses and looked at the fierce guards in surprise. The table next to Zoltan had just cheered, but the cheers were swallowed before they left the corner of his mouth.

"Bard Dandreen?" The leading soldier looked at Dandreen, who had a distinctive dress, and then at Zoltan, who seemed to be in trouble with his friend, and walked over. "And the dwarf Zoltan?"

"Yes, I am." Dandrien raised his chin and looked at the soldier arrogantly. "What's the matter with Lorrido's lackey looking for me?"

The soldier took out a piece of parchment with more than a dozen lines of densely packed small characters written on it, and underneath it was a signature painted by a dog's paw. Before Dandreen could take a closer look, he tucked the parchment back into the parcel around his waist. "According to the order of the mayor of Rolledo, the bard Dandrien and the dwarf Zoltan colluded with the Squirrel Party outside the city, and you will be sentenced to hanging, at noon tomorrow. Now, you are going to follow me to the dungeon. It is us. Will you knock you out and send it over? Or will you come with me?"

"What are you **** **** talking about?!" Zoltan shouted angrily. "We colluded with the Squirrel Party? Then why didn't a few secret arrows shot into your **** when you came to catch us?!"

"Do you want to resist?"

The guards clenched the spears in their hands. Seeing that the situation was not good, the other customers immediately ran to the basement or the back of the tavern. The maid's scream seemed to break through the throat.

"Maybe Mayor Rolledo made a mistake?" Zelin stepped forward and said. "Dandreen is a famous poet in the north. He has no reason to collude with the Squirrel Party to ruin his reputation, or risk going to jail, instead of being invited to be a guest in the castles and mansions of other nobles."

"Who the **** are you?" the guard said impatiently. "You want to shield them? Hans, grab all three of them!"

"Hmm..." Zelin sighed as he looked at the soldiers surrounding him. "I just said, I hope there won't be anything irrational."

"What?"

"Nothing."

The next moment, the silver nails inlaid on the demon hunter’s gloves and the guard’s face came into close contact.

The first thousand seven hundred and ninety-two chapters of the distinguished guests of the floating port

"Did you know, Dandrine, a friend once joked with me, saying that things that I think are impossible often happen."

The Floating Harbor Tavern is in a mess. The chair was kicked, the table top was overturned, and the glass thrown on the ground was spilled with beer. The six soldiers fell on the ground, their noses and faces swollen, and they groaned while covering their cheeks and abdomen, or they fainted altogether. The tavern owner squatted behind the counter, grabbed the edge of the counter with both hands, extended a pair of eyes, and stared at the shop that was overturned in horror. A maid fell on the steps, her eyes turned white and passed out. I don't know if he was frightened or stunned by his own screams.