The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Are they still arguing?"

"Yes, as always."

The city of Frjan has never been chaotic like it is now. The bankrupt farmer, the impoverished knight, the speculative adventurer, the nobleman who followed Prince Sdennis, the homeless and the poor who were attracted to Saqiya’s fame, the dwarf miners who originally lived here, and The Squirrel Party of Eofes. Everyone doesn't trust each other, everyone is suspicion of each other. Zelin walked through the human camp, and a pastor who used the barrels on the ground as a preaching platform was impassionedly preaching the doctrine of Cliff Great God to the gathered crowd.

"Evil, what has taken your homeland? What caused you to be displaced? And what is it that human beings as brothers must raise their swords to each other and fight each other? It is war, greed, evil thoughts, and roots in mankind. The evil in the soul! The evil whispers in the soul, causing kings to fight each other, making jesters seize power, making farmers unintentionally farming, making businessmen treacherous and cunning!" Cliff's pastor clenched the group's head and shouted with all his strength. Tao. "Only by challenging yourself and eliminating your own distracting thoughts and weaknesses can the evil stay away from your soul! Protect your life, health, soul and property, just as clear as the sky purified by Cliff God!"

"When did these pastors come?"

As Zelin continued to advance, the pastor's preaching voice was gradually forgotten and turned into some kind of imperceptible noise. An idle human is lying on the side of the road basking in the sun, and on the other side, a rat trap is eloquently promoting his ancestral formula of rat poison to the audience.

"Come with Prince Sdennis." Sheldon sipped. "No one wanted to believe these stubborn lunatics before. They asked us not to be complacent just because we dug a gold mine, not to drink beer in a tavern to celebrate something, and even stipulated that we should wake up and go to bed every day. My God. , Are they my mother? More importantly, they actually said that the maids in the tavern must wear thick clothes, turn off the brothel, and men can’t stare at a strange woman. Ha, if you follow them Life in this world is really boring. As a result, Prince Sdennis seems to have promised that as long as the church supports him and waits for him to ascend the throne, he will build the most sacred altar for Cliff Great God in Van Geborg."

"Well... In any case, it is better for Prince Sdennis to ask Cliff Church for help than from Eternal Fire."

"Yes, better than eternal fire."

Shelton rarely expresses good luck for something.

The steps under the Three Fathers' Castle were crowded with people, and Sheldon had to push a way through the crowd to lead the demon hunter up. The dissatisfied voice of protest from the squeezed was heard from time to time. People gather together in twos and threes, and many murmurs gather together and it becomes annoying noise.

"I see the Squirrel Party here, why can these **** murderers come to the castle?"

"It's a dwarf."

"Why doesn't Prince Sdennis come out to give a speech, but participates in a secret room meeting like a conspirator?"

"Today I want to go to the abandoned village, and tomorrow we will go fishing."

"I'm so hungry."

"Did you see the dragon slayer just now? She is so beautiful, I have decided. When she comes out, I will swear to follow her."

"I want to buy a mouse trap, but it's too expensive."

"I'm really hungry."

"Don't work today, go get some sun, the weather is really nice."

"Oh, who did I see?"

Suddenly, Zelin heard a familiar female voice. He raised his head and looked at the top of the steps. Philippa Erhardt was crossing his hands on his chest, watching the demon hunter pushing up the crowd from below.

"If it weren't for my eyes, I couldn't believe that the famous demon hunter Zelin would come to Fujian."

"Oh, do you know?" Sheldon glanced at Philippa unexpectedly, and then at Zelin. "Oh, if you said that you knew each other earlier, I would tell the guards directly that it would be fine to bring the demon hunter to the third father's castle to meet the female warlock, and I don't need to squeeze a sweat out of the crowd."

"Thank you for your service, dwarf." Philippa took out a few gold coins, magically wrapped the coins, flying from the hand of the sorcerer, and falling into Sheldon's hurriedly extended hands. "This can compensate you."

"Thank you, dear lady." Sheldon bowed respectfully to Philippa.

"You can go now."

Seeing the back of the dwarf leaving, Zelin looked at Philippa strangely.

"You actually know how to pay other people."

"I have always been generous."

"I don't know when the meaning of the word generosity actually changed?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I thought you knew what people think of you."

"I just like to thank others for generosity in other ways." Philip Barbara paused. "This is because I saw a demon hunter using money against southerners. I don't know what you want to do, and where you get so much money, but I find that you have a better way to win over nobles than mine. Effective. They seem to like to get how much money directly compared to letting them improve their production levels."

"Should I win over the southern nobles?"

Zelin frowned. He has never done anything like this. "What are you talking about?"

"I know it’s dangerous to talk about things related to southerners in this kind of place, but by the standards of a demon hunter, you do very well. Invest in the territory in your own name, as a businessman and not as a demon hunter. Hunters, build waterwheels and barns. Now Ebin and many nobles and town chiefs in the Hinterlands know your name." Philippa poked her head forward and looked at Zelin carefully. "Tell me honestly, are you going to change your career?"

Philippa's words surprised the demon hunter.

He did ask the Aibin to help make money, but he never remembered that the Aibin wrote to him and told him that he had done these things.

For Zelin's hesitation, Philippa got the wrong meaning.

"If you don't want to say, I won't ask more." She retracted her gaze and turned to the third father's castle. "Whatever you want to do, you have to wait until after this meeting is over. Without this meeting, the city would be ruined by internal strife before Hensett attacked. You can come here to listen. Anyway, there will be people at the meeting. I want to see you."

Chapter 1829: A glass of poisoned wine

The passage in the Three Fathers' Castle was also crowded with many people.

The people here are neatly dressed and clean, even the farmers choose to speak quietly. Two heavily armed dwarf guards stood in the middle of the tunnel, separating the crowd of onlookers from the passage where the meeting room was located. When they saw Philippa coming, they sternly stepped aside. They didn't seem to like the presence of the sorcerer on such occasions, and they also hated the demon hunter who came with Philippa. Zelin couldn't help wondering whether it was a suitable choice for him to attend this joint meeting because of his curiosity.

This city made the demon hunter think of the Markas he saw in Skyrim, especially after seeing the stone round tables and stone chairs in the conference room. That city didn't make a good impression on him. He hoped that Fujian would change his view of the stone city.

A total of nine people were sitting at the round table. A noble representative wearing a gold chain was focusing on cleaning the ashes from his fingernails, while another nobleman with single-frame glasses watched Sakia vigilantly. The bald young man in the golden armor sullen his face and glanced calmly at everyone present. The farmer with traces of wind and sun on his face kept looking at Saqiya who was sitting in the main position, crouching and moving his hands from the table to the lap at a loss, and then from the leg to the table. . Saqiya frowned and stared straight at the desktop, but his mind was obviously not here. The representative of the dwarf with a big beard and a cowboy hat is holding an empty cup, watching Prince Sdennis and Saqiya, and the one-eyed elves on the side, wrinkles on his brows full of worry. The one-eyed elves are the only three people whom the demon hunters know here. Iofes folded his hands on his chest, his eyes closed slightly on his back, and he looked dismissive of everything in the conference room.

There are still a few nobles sitting on the benches by the corner. They can participate in the observation, but they are not eligible to participate in the meeting. Zelin looked around and didn't find the third chair, so he walked to the bench. An aristocrat who smelled like a woman's perfume gave him a seat and almost squeezed the other person. Go down. Philippa walked around the stone table and sat on the last empty seat in front of the round table.

"It's time to start, gentlemen."

Saqiya nodded to Philiba who sat down. "We have been arguing long enough. It's time to discuss some more realistic things. How many troops do we have? How many soldiers who can fight, stand on the wall and face the soldiers of Kodwin's army? "

"Sakia, that's what I said..." said the bearded dwarf in the black hat.

"Mayor Scarlen, tell me how many people there are?" Saqia asked again.

"Um... we have two hundred dwarf warriors." Scarren said hesitantly, as if worried that this would disappoint people, he added. "But we cannot calculate our combat effectiveness at the level of an ordinary fighter."

"There are five hundred farmers who will come, but the calculation of the number is not so accurate." The man wearing single-frame glasses stretched out his hand. "We will give them weapons and equipment. With a little training, they can become strong shields against Kodwin."

"Very good. Then, Your Royal Highness?" Saqia nodded and looked at Prince Sdennis.

The prince was silent, and the nobleman who was stroking the gold necklace spoke. "Fifty-three knights and two hundred armed soldiers. They are fully armed and well-trained. They are all professional soldiers. They are better than any soldier here, and Hensett does not dare to look down upon them."

"But Hensett has five thousand people, we have to fight five each." Saqiya concluded. "What do you think?"

"Are you here to join the Dragon Slayer Saintess?" the nobleman next to him asked in a low voice.

"Why do you think that?" Zelin raised his eyebrows.

"Everyone who came to Fujian came to look for Saint Dragon Slayer. They either wanted her or wanted to follow her." The nobleman cast aside his lips. "She said to help Prince Sdennis win this battle. What do you want from her? It is to liberate all the serfs who fought for Frjan. As long as the war can be won, all the farmers who come to the battle will Becoming a free man is really a strange thing that has never happened in a thousand years. As a result, all the farmers nearby ran over."

"But you are not a farmer?"