The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Take me over." Zelin put on his boots. "Hurry up."

Zelin followed the guards towards the city gate. Along the way, no matter if it was the tavern hall or the night market, there was hardly anyone in sight. The events of the day exhausted everyone, whether it was the guards or the crowd of onlookers. But there are still some people talking enthusiastically about everything they see. I am afraid it is difficult for them to see such a thing once in their lives. Even if the thing is over, people can't help but continue to talk about it and rush to express their opinions.

The guard room is located between the city wall and the destroyed village ruins below. Standing on the city wall, you can see the bonfire in the village ruins below. The guards stationed there guard the foggy passage to prevent the escaped demon spirits from entering Hard. The fog in the distance is endless, like a boundless ocean, surrounding the city of Fjian at the foot of the mountain, leaving only the endless mountains in the distance looming on the other side of the fog.

The guard trot to the wall, standing behind the battlements and waving down.

"Hurry up and let the travelers in, the master is here."

The soldiers turned the wheel on the city gate, and the heavy stone gate slowly opened to both sides. A figure came over, accompanied by two dwarves.

Marianne Hawke carried a package with one hand, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Zelin with a smile.

"The messenger Hawk is here, here is a parcel for you, sir."

"Hock, it's you."

"Well, I haven't been a part-time messenger for a long time. But this is still the first time I send something for free. As a result, the first time I worked for free, I spent half an hour outside the city with a cold wind, your beautiful The knight said these things are very important, they must be delivered day and night, and special passages must be taken. I thought that if they did not arrive in time, it would cause war or razing several cities to the ground."

"Come in quickly." Zelin beckoned to her. "The wind outside is still very cold."

"And it's abnormally cold." Hawke handed the package to Zelin and walked into the city gate. "I know why your knight wants me to bypass the river. It's colder than the cold wind blowing in the Kirkwall Strait. What's the matter with the fog? I just saw soldiers nearby. . Are the contents in the package the materials you use to dispel magic?"

"Yes, but not to lift the fog. What you just said is similar, this is to save a dying person."

After passing through the bend in Lundulin Square, Zelin stood at the intersection, looked around, and then turned to Hawke.

"Go to the hotel to rest first."

"Yes, I've long wanted to find a place to rest. I haven't slept for almost a day and night, but your place is much more dangerous than where I am. I originally found a cave and wanted to rest and eat. I ordered something, and suddenly a group of monsters like human children crawled out of the ground." Hawke held his waist and moved his neck. "Although I haven't done anything for a while, I feel that my fighting skills have not declined so quickly. Do you also have a villa here?"

"No, I'm just like other travelers, looking for a room where I can lie down and put my things in it without worrying about being stolen. How do you think I will have a manor elsewhere?"

"I won't be surprised if you have anything." Marianne looked around the city on the cliffs of the valley. "At first I thought I was going to send something to your other castle."

Returning to the hotel, Zelin put the package on the table, opened it and checked the contents. The memory rose and the staff gem are all inside, and there is also a folded letter. Seeing this, Zelin patted his forehead. He has been busy with various things lately, and he almost forgot about agreeing to write to Yusefka when he was free. Perhaps after Saqiya wakes up, he will consider writing a letter and send it back to Fojian's postman.

"I didn't expect Siris to find you."

"There has been nothing wrong with your castle recently. A few guests have gone, and your brother is there, so I want to come out and walk." Hawke leaned against the door frame and looked at Zelin who counted the packages. "If one day the lady thinks that the seal of the portal can be opened, when I go back, if I see Warrick and let him know that I have arrived in a different world, it turns out that there is nothing worth talking about in this world. I can’t tell. By then, Warrick will definitely add a character to his book, called a poor old woman who has been working all her life."

With that, Hawke laughed himself.

"How is it, is there something missing?"

Since the other end of the portal to Saidas was in the spirit world full of demons, she completely blocked the passage of that portal by magic to prevent any demons from the spirit world from entering their world. That incident not only caused other people who coveted the portal to completely give up the idea of ​​exploring the portal, but also reminded Zelin, telling him that not all worlds have sane creatures, and the creatures in some places are violent and chaotic. Communicative.

"No, very comprehensive. I will go to the innkeeper and ask him to open a new room for you. Thank you very much."

"It's okay." Hawke yawned and waved his hand. "Then we'll see you tomorrow."

"See you later."

Zelin put the magic gems, the memory rose and the mountain rat in the package, tidied them, opened the door of the hotel and walked out. Philippa said before that if you find everything, you should go to see her immediately. The principle of the magic to maintain Sakiya's life is to minimize her physiological function to delay the rate of toxins. But if it lasts for too long, it will inevitably cause harm to the human body. Therefore, the quicker the detoxification, the better, and it is best not to delay for a moment.

Philippa's residence is opposite Lundulin Square, and the sorcerer directly bought a villa as her home base. Zelin rubbed the corner of his eyes, walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, Philippa's slightly angry voice came from the door.

"Who is outside?"

"It's me, Zelin." Zelin knocked on the door again. "I have found everything you need for detoxification."

It took a while before he heard Philippa's answer.

"Come in."

After Zelin entered, he understood why Philippa was so angry. After all, the night is not too deep, and people who have the money to light candles usually don't go to bed so early. He thought it would not disturb others to rest at this time, but he forgot that it might disturb another thing.

On a soft big bed, Philippa sat on the edge of the bed with a bath towel rolled in, looking at the demon hunter who walked in dissatisfiedly. On the bed, a beautiful woman **** with a rope was lying on it, her face flushed, and some welt marks remained on her body. This is not like kidnapping, but a more peculiar way of binding. Of course, everything seems to be able to call itself art these days. A crimson leather whip was thrown at the foot of the bed, and there were some things that only women could use. Considering the rumors he had heard before, Zelin knew what he had disturbed in an instant.

"Perhaps... I should come back tomorrow morning?"

"No, it's important to save people. Take out the magic props you found and let me have a look. If possible, I'll leave immediately." Philippa stretched out her hand in an annoyed manner. "If it doesn't work, you'd better not bother me these days."

"One of Wigwarts' relics."

"I don't like hearing this name."

Even though she said that, Philippa took the gem carefully. She lifted the gem, and a cloud of white light appeared from the fingertip of her other hand, and she looked closely with the light.

"It's like a mouse will run away when he hears a cat's voice?"

"It's like making someone who just vomited hear the portal again."

Staring at the gem, Philippa gradually glowed with joy.

"How is it?"

"Very good." She stood up, put the gem on the table, snapped her fingers, and the rope tied to the young woman retracted into the shadow like a snake returning to the lair. "Cynthia, you are here tonight to continue to review the first section of the spell about Azura's Thunder, and I will examine you when I come back tomorrow. Demon hunter, when I put on my clothes, you go and inform Mayor Cecil and Eofi Si, we meet in Saqiya’s resting room. By tomorrow, she needs to come out to preside over the first real war meeting."

Chapter 1843: Detoxification and Doubt

After hearing that Philippa could finally heal Saqiya, Eofis and Cecil rushed over immediately. The former cared about Sakia, Sakia promised to build a new country regardless of race, Stannis went to Frogen to sign a treaty with Sakia. The rebels will help him defend the upper Aden area, and he will recognize the independence of Fjian and the legitimacy of this new independent kingdom. If this is the case, Fujian will become the first racially equal country in the entire continent, even surpassing Baihua Valley, because Baihua Valley only accepts elves. The latter cares about his town. As long as Saqiya is alive, anyone in Fujian will obey her, or so on the surface. If the saint is still there, Fujian will be fine, whether it is facing internal or external threats.

"That young woman is your apprentice?"

"That's right." Philippa walked on the road, adjusting her collar. "Cynthia, the most gifted student I have ever met. But if no one teaches her how to control her own power, her magic will burn her to death."

"So you give it to your best young student, Azura, a magic like Thunderfall?"

"Don't worry that my apprentice will suddenly utter a spell to flatten Fujian to the ground." Philippa finally folded the crumpled collar of his clothes again. "We are totally unable to recite such profound and complex spells as the Thunder of Alzu. It is said that the sound of Alzu is like a hunting horn, like a big Lu Huangzhong. The lightning he casts can destroy the city and cause landslides, but we can only summon ordinary lightning. . And also have to pronounce a long spell. So don’t worry, if there is no complete spell, most apprentices can only make themselves hiccup."

"Okay, but you said we can save Saqiya, but the blood of the king."

"Stennis is in the dungeon. Just add some hypnotics to his dinner, and the blood of the king is in hand." As he said, Philippa shook the syringe in her hand. "Dilute with enough water, with the correct spell and potion, you can have the correct effect."

Outside Sakia's room, the Squirrel Party guards there day and night. Cecil took Sheldon, and two dwarven guards stood at the door, waiting for Philippa to arrive.

"Sorceress." Eofes shouted to Philiba who was walking up the stairs. "Your spell is ready to be completed?"

"That's right, get out of the way, Squirrel Party, you can go in with me. When Sakia wakes up, there are people she knows around her, which is good for her spirit." Philippe opened the door and she just left. Go in, turn your head again, and glance at the crowd following. "A few people will do, not too many."

In the end, Zelin and Iofes, Cecil walked in, Sheldon and a squirrel party.

Saqiya was lying on the bed with her back face up in her shirt, her lips purplish, there was no movement, her chest did not rise, just like a corpse.

Philippa took out the potion made with mountain rat koji grass, walked over, helped Saqiya to sit up, opened the corner of her lips, and poured a bottle of potion down her throat. Then, she took out the syringe the same size as her forearm, and the needle of the syringe was shining coldly in the candlelight. A dwarf guard stepped back in fright.