The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Don't worry, Geralt." Zelin, who was standing on the bow and looking at the river channel, turned and said. "When this matter is over, I will take you to Erethusa College to see Ye Naifa. Maybe, after you see Ye Naifa, you can remember all the things you forgot."

Ye Naifah's memory was restored much faster than Geralt, but her memory loss was also more serious than Geralt. According to Tishaya, at least for now, Ye Naifah will not behave like a college student who has just left a rural village and got in touch with a little good education. Geralt was looking for the thief who stole the mutant formula of the Demon Hunter in Vizima, but now he encounters the Assassin King again. It is estimated that after this matter is over, he will have time to see Ye Naifah, and the two will be reunited.

"I don't have any impression of this name right now." Geralt rubbed his temples irritably. "Triss told me too, but everyone knows what's going on, everyone knows me, but I don't know anything about everything."

"This is just a temporary amnesia, and it will be restored after a while...Wait, what is that?"

Suddenly, Zelin's eyes noticed a special place on the shore. He quickly waved to the elf at the helm. "Slow down, slow down."

"What's the matter?" Zoltan quickly raised the axe beside him. "There are robbers?"

"I don't think the robbers will rob him so close to the front line of the war..." Dandrien said uncertainly, subconsciously holding Lute in his arms. "What did you see, Zelin?"

"Don't be nervous, guys." Zelin waved his hand. "It's just a shipwreck."

"Shipwreck." Dandrien breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s not worth noting that there are many sunken ships on the Ponta River. They will be washed to the shore by the river water, and then they will be found by fishermen. They will remove the remaining wooden boards from the wreckage and go home to repair the house until they become rotten in the mud. Wood. But we have to slow down and don't hit it. If the fishing boat hits a hole, we can only rely on two legs to cross the swamp and rainforest."

"I didn't mean that." Zelin stared at the wreckage of the ship. "Look over. Look at that ship, look at its half-broken mast, the cloth underneath that is soaking in the water should represent the ship's ownership."

"It's Tamoria White Lily." Geralt narrowed his eyes slightly. "It's a Royal Mail ship."

"Let's get over and let's see what's on this sunken postal ship."

When it comes to this kind of thing, no one on board objected. Everyone likes to have an ownerless treasure chest in front of them. It is best if this treasure chest is filled with all kinds of expensive materials and jewels. The wreckage of the sunken ship was right by the river. The helmsman controlled the ship carefully and stopped about five meters away from the fishing boat. Then the others put down a small boat and approached the sunken ship.

"Guess what will be inside?"

Zoltan asked loudly. "The monster waiting inside, or the mermaid trapped in the water plants?"

"The former and the latter are essentially the same." Geralt said coldly. "Some mermaids have more beautiful appearances than humans and elven women, and they have wisdom, but for them, human flesh is no different from the flesh of other sea creatures. If you don’t have protection, you will be caught by her before you see her. Controlled by his magical magic and very confusing singing."

"Oh, Geralt, it would be better if you forget all these unpleasant knowledge when you lose your memory." Dandrien yawned.

"I did forget."

"But you still remember."

"I read the book again." Geralt shrugged. "This knowledge is easy to remember."

But when they approached the shipwreck, there were neither monsters waiting inside nor mermaid trapped. There were only some skeletons pinned between wooden planks and broken keels, a large box, and some rusty iron plates and cups. There are some coins and rotten books in the box. They divided the coins evenly and gave a copy to the elf helmsman. But compared to these, another thing aroused Zelin's interest.

Most of the pages of a diary found in the corpse were soaked up, but there were still a few words in a few pages that could be read beforehand. In the diary, Zelin figured out the reason why the Temoria Royal Mail ship appeared here.

This is an archaeological operation sponsored by Foltest.

The first thousand eight hundred and twelve chapters

Just when the group of demon hunters was still dealing with the harvest in the wreckage of the ship.

April 27, 1271--

Lou Mark's Valley

The leather boots made a crisp clicking sound when they stepped on the ground where bones and gravel were mixed.

"This is really a massacre. Three thousand people were instantly burned to ashes." The blond girl in knight armor frowned and looked at the bones that covered the valley path. "Evil, chaotic, the sorcerer acts exactly like the king who hired her."

"I remember the situation, Sakia."

Behind the female knight, a young bald man dressed in golden armor followed behind, staring at the remains of the massacre with the same palpitations. "When the news reached Van Geborg, everyone was unbelievable. The palace, the streets, the houses, and the whole city fell into silence, as if they could still hear the cry before death."

"I know, Prince. I was on the other side of the mountain when the massacre happened." Saqiya said. She sighed and stepped over the corpse on the ground. "How Hensett wants to have another war like this, we are as he wishes, but this time, the corpses lying on the ground will only be Kodwin people."

"Saqiya." Prince Sdennis looked at Saqiya's back with a complicated expression. "What do you want?"

"I want to prevent Aden from being betrayed." Saqiya said without looking back. "The fate of this place should be decided by the people who live here, not the aristocracy who betrayed everyone. They can't even sell this land and the residents in exchange for their wealth and future."

"With Hensett, we can't fight this battle." Prince Sdennis sighed again. Since his father was assassinated by the assassin, the wrinkles and sighs on his forehead have become more frequent. "We must negotiate..."

"Prince, please leave the war to me." Saqiya's tone was full of confidence and determination. "You concentrate on dealing with King Henset's affairs. Alpen Chigrin said that he has a bad temper. We can inspire him to attack. If he wins this battle, he has to negotiate with us."

"You are right, Saqiya, as long as he can defeat his offensive, King Henset will return to the negotiating table." Sdennis sighed while holding his forehead. After noticing that he was moving away from Saqiya, he quickly followed suit. "I still don't understand why the nobles would betray me."

"Fuck his nobleman!" Saqiya snorted disdainfully. "Since my villagers and I defeated them at Defens, they have long been insignificant."

When Fujian's rebellion broke out, several nobles in Aden also formed a coalition army, trying to defeat the rebels and put Fujian into their grasp. But unlike Tamoria, Aden’s aristocratic coalition forces were obviously lacking in organization and mutual suspicion. As a result, this force was ambushed by the rebels led by Saqiya in the village of Dafenni, and almost the entire army was annihilated.

When Saqiya was talking with the dwarf guard who was walking in front, Pastor Cliff took the opportunity to walk to Prince Sdennis and whispered.

"You can't believe this woman, prince."

"Why?"

"She is no different from a monster, Prince," the priest said eagerly. "The Cliff God entrusted me with a dream. In the dream I saw a snake-shaped female demon devouring your inheritance rights."

"Oercon, I want you to pay attention to two things." Prince Sdennis held out two fingers. "First, this girl has a name and a surname; second, she is the best commander I have ever seen, and everything else is unfaithful to me."

This is a strange team, a prince who is not worthy of the truth, a female rebel leader, and a pastor from Cliff Church. It was not a knight who guarded them, but a dwarf mercenary.

Compared with them, the team on the other side of the hill looks much more normal.

"Look at this powerful magic. If I were there, I would find a way to figure out how this magic works." A man who looked more than 40 years old looked at the bones on the ground enthusiastically. He was dressed in a heavy wool robe, and his face was wrinkled like a dead locust tree. "Such a terrifying force kills thousands of people in an instant. If I can fully master such magic, Saqiya and her mob will be vulnerable to your majesty's army."

"Desmo, seeing such a tragedy, do you think of only power?" Sher frowned, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes. "This is a lesson, Desmo, tell us what kind of disasters can be caused by the abuse of magic. We must be cautious to avoid the same disaster again."

"She's right, Desmo." said the strong man walking in the front. His body is like a bear, and his voice is like that. The red dome crown on the forehead is decorated with bright gold carvings, and the heavy gold chain on the neck rustles with the moving crocodile boots. No one would fail to recognize his plump cheeks. This was the King Hensett of Kodwin. "Among these dead bones, there are also knights who are effectively loyal to me. Although Sabina is dead, her actions must be taken as warnings."

"Of course, Your Majesty."

Desmore immediately lowered his head, and Schill glanced at Desmore, and then expressed his support for Hensai.

On the mountain road, there will be several Kodwin soldiers standing guard every ten meters. Seeing the king approaching, they all stood up and saluted Hensett, while the knight leading the soldiers knelt down with one hand on his shoulders.

"Your Majesty." A knight paid tribute to Hensett. "Baron Feltea, Baron Hosier, and Baron Colin are waiting for you on it."

"They are not late, very good."

Hensett walked straight up the hill, and the two magic consultants behind him quickly followed.

A stone disk full of cracks was erected on the hillside, and the craftsmanship of ancient dwarves clearly remained on it. This is where they used to measure time. A red-topped tent was set up next to the stone plate. There was a table in the tent. On the opposite side of the table stood three men, with a bald head on the left and a red leather cap on the right. The one standing in the front looked like Unremarkable, only the forehead hair on the temples shows that his age is not as young as the cheeks that are so well maintained. The only thing they have in common is probably the heavy gold chain worn on their necks.

Seeing Hensett coming up, the nobleman in the front raised his hand.

"Salute to you, Your Majesty, may your body..."

"How much do you want?"

Hensett asked directly.