The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A demon hunter looking for a client and a walking sorceress happened to meet by the river, and then they would talk a few words and separate from each other. A woman with a red headscarf and a black sling dress was staying by the river, staring at the reflection on the river, mumbling, not knowing what she was muttering.

"I don't think a normal walk is pacing back and forth standing still, ma'am."

Zelin walked towards the female warlock, who seemed to be taken aback.

"Oh, uh, you, uh... hello." The sorcerer raised her hand, as if she wanted to say hello, but she seemed to be hesitating whether such a meeting was ethical, so she put her raised hand on her head again and scratched her head. Hair. "Are you here to enjoy the riverside scenery too?"

"Yeah, after all, I come here often. I live in the north and know how many corpses have been floating on this river and how much blood has been stained."

Soon, Zelin realized that his joke was not funny at all. The female warlock shuddered and chuckled dryly.

"Well, Nilfgaards, if there are no other people nearby, why don't you just say what you want to say? The shorter our conversation, the better you can go back to your camp, eh?"

He could see that the sorcerer in front of him didn't seem to be as natural as Schill, or in other words, it was the first time a good student learned to secretly do bad things.

"Well, I know that Schill is confident, but I really don't like this plan. If someone finds out that I have not met with the northerners with permission, I will be dead." The female warlock sighed. "Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Ashley Anachen of Vicovaro, a Nilfgaardian. It was Schell who asked you to come, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I really envy Shier who can choose whom to meet or where to go." Ashley rubbed the corners of her eyes with dark circles. At first, Zelin thought she had applied too much eye shadow, but the eye shadow It's not as irregular as dark circles. "Her plan is too dangerous, but let us solve it as soon as possible. You can help me tell her. Although I am a warlock with the army, the warlock Van Hema in the camp is the most powerful person in the camp. He is Ambassador Hillard's. Domestic servant. I only heard a little news. Five months ago, before the mission left the Hinterlands and crossed the border between the empire and the north, Van Hema had seen a demon hunter."

"Five months ago?"

"Yes."

Zelin recalled what had happened before, five months ago, almost exactly after Buren stole weapons and equipment from the Cat School.

"That demon hunter." Zelin asked. "Has he been to Nilfgaard's camp recently?"

"There is no one else in the camp recently, unless Van Hema uses a spell to shield me. It is very likely that every time Ambassador Hillard is going to do something, he will use magic to protect the tent. But I think even the hunter The hunter has come, and he will not stay. The Nilfgaard guard has only more than 20 people, and one more person can be seen." Ashley shook her head. "Any other things? If not, I'm leaving."

"Why are you so scared?" Zelin asked strangely. "You are not like a warlock at all."

She was not like a warlock, but like a servant who sneaked out, afraid of being discovered by the master.

"Because the emperor asked us to become slaves." Ashley sighed. "It’s really bad. It’s been the thirteenth century. In the most civilized Nilfgaard Empire, no one is willing to propose the abolition of slavery in the empire. The happiest day in every province is to go to the arena to watch slave gladiators. Fight with monsters. Now, they still want to make mages become slaves. When you see Van Hema, you will understand that only when a slave mages will not worry about being handcuffed one day, maybe, When one day comes, the emperor will demand that only servants become warlocks. Without these things, how could I take such a risk. I, an academy professor, why should I bow down in front of those rude officers and be like How can they treat intellectuals like the cheapest servants who are on call like that?"

"So you can run to the north." Zelin continued. "It may be that I have never experienced the feeling of settling in a country. For me, if life is uncomfortable in one place, I can go to another place. Customs soldiers will not interrogate a demon hunter. Because they know that we are the same as the tramp and we will wander everywhere. Isn’t it the same with the warlocks? Philippa of Ridania can come to Mahakam, and Schill of Kerviel is now working in the Kodwin camp. . If you don’t like Nilfgaard’s current situation, why not go to the north, or to Serekania?"

"Of course I like Nilfgard." Ashley pinched her waist and opened her eyes wide, as if surprised at why Yu Zelin said this. "I have lived in the empire for almost a hundred years, clean, comfortable, and courteous-at least the people in the city are like this. And my family is in Nilfgard, how could I leave my relatives? Oh, I heard that you saved Cahill from the castle in Wigwarts? Is he okay now?"

"Do you know Cahill?"

"Yes, his mother is my niece." Ashley nodded. "His father Chirac is the lord of Dan Difra and the emperor's court chief. This time he hopes that when I come to the north, he can inquire about his son's whereabouts. After all, Chirac's body is getting more and more. The worse, my niece Mowa thought her son was dead."

"He is fine now. He has a job in Eritusa Academy, and his life is pretty good. At least the wanted orders from the Empire and the North cannot enter Sinide Island."

Zelin still remembered the Nilfgaard knight. In the Hinterland, Enhill sent him to the city slaughtered by the Imperial Army and found Xili. As a result, Xili took advantage of the chaos and escaped, but Cahill's appearance became Xili's nightmare when he was young. After the battle with Wigwarts, Milva returned to the Broclon Forest, while Cahill and Angola went to Eritusa Academy. The former found a job as an **** on Sinide Island. As for the latter, the girl named Aunt Gneia and Aunt Tisaya, Zelin believes that her life in the academy will be very comfortable.

"That's good." Ashley was silent for a few seconds. "If you can, find an opportunity to tell him that his eldest brother was killed when he suppressed the Nasser rebels last year."

"Okay, I see." Zelin nodded. "I will tell him, good luck to you, Ashley."

"So are you, Demon Hunter."

Chapter 1822 Desmo

Officials of the Imperial Intelligence Agency may have seen Buren, the most likely kingslayer's demon hunter.

In this regard, Zelin and Schell have the same views. Zelin didn't think anyone or organization could support such an important assassination activity except the Imperial Intelligence Service, but they had no evidence and could not accuse the Nilfgaards of being the masters behind all this. Schell hoped that Zelin could find such evidence, whether it was personal or physical evidence, that the imperial assassination activities would unite the North even more.

Back in Roche's camp, Zelin found that most of the blue iron guards were not there, only four guards were left. In order to prevent the soldiers from being bored while waiting or having nowhere to vent their energy, Hensett organized a contest in the camp. Every soldier and knight is eligible to sign up. Of course, Only wooden swords are allowed, otherwise one-third of his army will die before the war begins.

"Zoltan, ready to pack up, we are about to get ready to go."

Lying on the wooden box with his hands behind his head, Zoltan, who was blowing the night breeze and smoking dry cigarettes, sat up all at once, but accidentally slipped off the box and sat on the ground.

"What, Zelin? Where are we going?" Zoltan stood up and patted the ashes on his ass.

"Go to Fujian." Zelin walked to the tent and picked up the luggage on the ground. "Let’s meet the Dragon Slayer and Prince Sdennis, and see if the King Killer will be there. Don’t bring too many things, Zoltan, we can come back again. And, we have to Through the fog, it’s best not to bring anything that will drag your legs."

According to Schill, this amulet will form an energy field. Once the demon spirit enters the energy field, due to the interference of dimensional interference in this area, their bodies will continue to collapse, sometimes at a fast speed. Sometimes it was slow, maybe Zelin would need a sword to speed up the process.

"Have you found a way through the fog?"

"Yes, it may not be so easy on the road."

"I've been prepared long ago. My axe blade was plated with silver. It was when I was in Vizima, and Kalkstein helped me make it." Zoltan patted the one next to him that is about the same height. Weapons. "Silver can cause harm to those **** demon spirits, right?"

"Silver can hurt the demon spirit, but it must be when it is not defocused. If you rush over when it is defocused, it can easily pass through your body and crush the internal organs and intestines at the same time." Ze Lin Never thought that the key to dealing with monsters like demon spirits was weapons, otherwise anyone could hold a silver candlestick to kill the monster. "In any case, I don't think we need to fight too much. When the time comes, just follow me."

"No problem, I will follow you closely. Shall we leave now?"

Zelin raised his head and looked at the sky that gradually dimmed with the sunset. "Wait until noon tomorrow, the night is when the demon spirit has the strongest power."

"Okay, I'll go and notify Dandreen."

"Dandreen is going to Fojian too?"

"I don't know, but it looks like he hates this barracks. Maybe he would like to take another place to breathe with us." Zoltan spread his hands. "The people here don't like me anyway, they spit at me, avoiding the place I walked by is like a plague behind me. But I still have to be friendly to them, or there will be rumors here soon. , Saying that dwarves are evil, attacking people, and mean, they can’t coexist with them at all. Let’s warn the people of Frjan before these Kodwin people find a way through the mist of demon spirits, and let them have something to do. Prepare. I suspect that they don’t know anything about what happened in the barracks here. You don’t blame me for preparing to tell the people at Frjan what happened at the Kodwin barracks, do you?"

"Although I doubt how effective you can tell them, you can do it if you want."

Zelin knew that Philippa was assisting the Dragon Slayer in Frogen. He had previously doubted whether Saqiya would be able to join Frogen’s rebel army when Prince Sdennis joined a few nobles and Van Geborg knights loyal to him. Continue to safely ensure that everyone in that city obeys her orders. But now, Zelin is not worried about whether she will have a civil strife before the Kodwinians fight over, instead he doubts who is in charge of Fjian. He understands Philippa, she is smarter than many people, so she is not at ease with other people doing anything. If this matter is related to her, she will definitely do it herself, or control the relevant personnel in her hands to rest assured . It is estimated that even if Zoltan can tell Sakia how much about the Kodwin barracks, I am afraid that Philippa has already known and made corresponding countermeasures.

"Then are you waiting here? Or go to the tournament? I heard that Hunset prepared a lot of bonuses for the tournament. If they didn't allow dwarves to participate, I would definitely go forward and hand it over to those who carved the saber. What is the practical fighting skill of the knight?"

"No, I plan to meet someone and learn about some things."

Schill had her views on the Kingslayer, and she didn't believe Desmo, suspecting that Desmo might be related to the mist of demon spirits that appeared, but Zelin would not listen to his words. He won't divulge what Schill said, but he will meet Desmo and hear what another warlock guarding the king has about the mist and the kingslayer.

The male sorcerer’s tent is to the right of King Henset’s tent, opposite to Schill’s. Perhaps this is exactly why Hensett wants two magic consultants in his court. Two competing magic consultants, neither Desmo nor Schell can control the court’s right to speak, let alone. Schell is a foreigner, and after all this is over, she will return to the court of Corville to take up a post. Let a foreign sorcerer who will definitely leave to contain the court mage of her country, at least there will be no situation similar to Sabina again.

Before he got close to the tent, Zelin heard an angry roar from inside the tent.

"...I've said it three times, three times! I don't care how many people will die in that camp, as long as you all stay at the intersection, understand!? There is also a mage on the opposite side of the mist, maybe hidden elsewhere. More mages, if they suddenly open a hole and attack us, everyone will not want to survive!"

There were no guards in the warlock's tent, only two guards were in front of the king's big tent decorated with golden chains. Zelin still remembered someone saying that if you want to find someone in charge of a place, you should look for the largest, most gorgeous and most eye-catching building, and then you can catch the most casually dressed guy after entering.

Then, a messenger ran out embarrassed.

Zelin stood in the tent and waited for a while. After making sure that nothing flew out, he asked tentatively.

"Desmo is here?"

"What?" The figure in the tent looked up. The tent is not big, but you can't see anything inside it, and it's some kind of witchcraft that sorcerers like to use but don't have much practical significance. "Oh, I knew it was a demon hunter here when I saw your eyes."

The figure waved his hand, and the shadow blocking his vision disappeared on the rough fingertips like water in a hole.