The Journey of the Demon Hunter

At least, before others kill you, don’t worry about becoming an unconscious living corpse. You can fight and escape in the face of the enemy, but no one can escape the process of living corpse, just like no one can escape natural death. .

"...He fights **** with us, and I have others to deal with demons. He comes to deal with the enemies who hide in our invisible enemies. That’s good. He points out the enemy’s location and my arrow will find it. They." Vera made a shooting gesture: "I don't know how long it will help him train the apprentice, but if there is a fight, I will not be absent. The children here can be trained, they are very...very flattering. . Have you ever fought with him?"

"I can't stay away from the believers, I can only wait for Qing to come here to meet me in his spare time."

"Is he always so busy?" Vera asked curiously.

Suddenly, she realized one thing. When she was in the castle, she thought that those people were employees and servants of the castle, but maybe she was wrong. Until now, she didn’t seem to understand it. What happened. And what have the people who lived with him experienced?

He knew her past, but she still knew nothing about him.

"He's coming."

Gwendelin said suddenly.

"Where?"

Gwendelin raised her head: "Heaven."

The Griffon swept across the night sky, skipped the silent swamp town, and landed on the high **** next to the town. Gnaiya slid down the saddle and fell to the ground after blowing a cold wind all night. She shook her hands and put her hands together and let out a sigh of relief.

"Ah, I've heard of it before. Every time I pass by Willen or go to Novigrad, people are talking about this town." Gnaiya pinched her waist with her hands and bent her back to move her joints: " What you did surprised everyone, did you know? They were all saying that the orphanage here was actually set up by a group of witches, and the purpose of adopting orphans was to eat them on the night of the full moon to maintain their own lives. Longevity and face."

"So your friend still does this kind of thing?" Vera's voice appeared in front of the **** leading up, and the demon hunter walked up to the griffon and raised his head to look at the flying behemoth: "You still say it's not a demon? "

"That must be the rumors of the eternal fire, Vera, I am glad to see you again, how about it, I promised you that it won't be too long, I will come to you again." Zelin moved his shoulders and bowed his head. Take out a piece of bacon from the package and hand it to Griffin. Griffon grabbed the meat, swallowed it a few mouthfuls, spread its wings and flew into the sky. After so long of cooperation, it has become clear that the meaning of Zelin's action is - it can leave temporarily.

Gnaiya frowned, gave Zelin and Vera a white glance, turned her head, and stopped looking at them.

"Well, you kept the contract for the time being." Vera shrugged: "Would you like to hear about my training results?"

"Of course, it just so happens that I have something to discuss with you."

Chapter 2836: Sheila's Reminder

The candlelight flickers--

"If you want to listen to the truth, I have to say that these girls are not suitable to be demon hunters. They lack the most important point...Hate, hate. They have no hatred for monsters, only fear and fear."

Sitting in the cathedral, the maid Sheila filled the glass on the table in front of them with cherries. Unlike other religions, Gwendelin has no opinion on whether the soldiers of the Blue Church drink alcohol. Perhaps this will become the first religion in the demon hunter world that does not oppose drinking. Of course, the rules of the Eternal Fire Church also oppose alcoholism, but how many people follow it is another matter.

"It is normal for people to have fear of monsters..."

"But only a strong enough desire for hatred and revenge can guide them to fight against a group of monsters." Vera shook his head: "Otherwise, they will never find a reason to fight. Why should they risk their lives and take the initiative to fight with them? Fighting powerful monsters? They can't get the answer. Sending such a confused girl to the wild is just giving those monsters a dinner."

"But this means that they can make money with their own hands, support themselves on their own strength, and gain fame and wealth. Isn't it good?" Gnaiya scratched her head: "In the chaotic era, they have a skill. Perhaps you can control your own destiny at certain dangerous moments. Not to mention, the money earned by hunting a monster may not be earned by many villagers for half a year or even a year. Help a village drive out the nearby water ghosts and blow them up. The money given to me by the villagers to destroy the neighbouring ghost’s lair allows me to live comfortably for half a year."

"But they seem to want to be clerks, priests, and maids." Vera expressionlessly: "Then fell in love with the son of a soldier, farmer or businessman, or shoemaker, and finally got married and had children. They treated training as a task given by the youth church. , Not a personal desire. If you don’t want to do something, you will never succeed. They don’t want to be demon hunters, and I can’t train them to be qualified hunters.”

"Don't they have any ambitions?" Gnaiya sighed: "These are orphans, or the girls abandoned by their parents, they don't want to become stronger and be able to dominate themselves?"

"You can't force an ordinary person to become a demon hunter." Vera said word by word: "And there have never been so many natural heroes in the world. You may be the most special person..." Female The Demon Hunter paused.

"My name is Gnaiya." Long Yi saw her embarrassment: "It doesn't matter, I just asked Zelin about your name on the way here. We haven't gotten to know your name at the banquet that night."

"...Gnaiya, it's nice to meet you, but most people are ordinary people. You may be a rare hero in your world." Vera raised the cup and raised her head into the cup. I drank the cherry wine in one fell swoop, but because I drank it too quickly, I choked and coughed.

Long Yi stretched out his hand and patted her back, Vera coughed twice, raised his hand to signal that she was okay.

"I understand." Zelin nodded: "But do you think your method can train some hunters?"

"If someone wants to be trained, I can do it naturally." Vera exhaled slowly: "It's not difficult."

"That's okay..." Zelin exhaled slowly, without saying much.

"Don't be disappointed, Zelin." Gnaiya comforted: "You can always find men and women who want to be better fighters. At least, you now have a way to teach women. Wait for the news to pass, your academy Maybe there will be female apprentices."

"Maybe, maybe not, but I won't be disappointed, Gnaiya. What Vera said is normal. Even if the trial of grass becomes safer with the help of a warlock, not everyone is I am willing to endure this pain and turn myself into another human being. Not everyone wants to live a life of hunting everywhere."

Zelin thought for a while, and he waved his hand: "Of course, maybe one day they will change. Demon hunters will be stationed in a town like a warlock to protect the local farmers and clean up the dangers in the sewers. Like. A normal job and a life of his own. Maybe it will be a long time later, maybe, in the next two generations of demon hunters, someone will do this. What I can do is to prepare a better and brighter one for them In the future, a more relaxed social environment and a better academy. As for what life will look like in the future, it should be left to the future demon hunters to choose."

"I knew you would say that." Gnaiya smiled and stretched out her index finger: "Then let's talk about business. Now that we are in Willen, what do you think? Let's go to the elves of the south. Lab?"

"What are you planning?" Vera asked curiously.

"That's it, we are looking for a deformed creature... which may be covered with blisters and abscesses." Zelin considered the words and explained to Vera: "He used to be an elf mage, a mana. A profound sage. But he has been cursed in some way, so his appearance may become very strange. He is very important, and I must find him."

"...A deformed creature with blisters and abscesses?"

Sheila, who was standing by the side, suddenly said: "Please forgive my offense, Your Highness, but in Willen, I once saw a creature that fits your description, but I don’t know if it’s the person you are looking for, if not, Please also forgive me."

"Huh?" Zelin looked at Sheila unexpectedly: "It's okay, tell me, where and when did you see it?"

"It was a month ago, I went to the local baron's castle and took away an abandoned orphan that his soldiers found." Sheila said slowly, "In his castle..."

Before Sheila could finish, Zelin patted his thigh.

"I remember! Yes, Sheila, thanks to your reminder, I almost forgot!"

Just last year, before Zelin took a boat to Novigrad, he saw a witch hunter invading the Whispering Swamp, so he came here and happened to meet Geralt who was helping the Baron mediate family disputes. The final result is that the baron’s daughter is still serving as a witch hunter in Willen, while the baron’s wife, Anna, and her daughter, stay in the swamp to calm down. The baron was very happy to find his wife and daughter and got their understanding. At that time, he invited Zelin and Geralt to drink in his castle. In his castle, Zelin saw a freak creature running around.

"Uma? Is that the name?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Sheila nodded: "He is now the Baron's... the court jester."

"Gnaiya, we are going, thank you, Sheila, if it weren't for your reminder, I almost missed this clue!"

Chapter 2837: The Black Horse in the Crow's Nest

The Crow's Nest looked better than Zelin's last visit here.

He didn't know how to describe it, but it looked like a baron's territory, not a messy bandit den. On both sides of the muddy street, some farmers from the countryside below brought their only food to the market to sell. The man in black appointed the Bloody Baron as the Baron of Willen, but for the sake of a stable ally, he did not recruit troops locally. As a result, the residents of Willen were lucky to escape the winter famine.

"Welcome, Demon Hunter! And your friends!"

Bloody Baron Philip opened his arms enthusiastically to Zelin: "I think these two beautiful girls are wearing long swords and heavy crossbows. They are definitely not witches. Welcome! Sit down, sergeant! Quickly take out our good wine. Sergeant?! Oh, what about the people? I'm probably going to the village below again. Now I seem to be both the lord, the village head and the king. I have to come to the crow's den to solve everything."

"Thank you for your enthusiasm, Baron. We are here to discuss business."

Walk into the second floor of the castle with the baron. This is said to be a castle, but in fact it is just a two-story building built with red bricks. There are corridors and stairs supported by wooden frames. Maybe in Willen, this can be called a castle. , But in Redania, it’s more like a manor house near Novigrad.

"Business affairs, everything can be business affairs or trivial things, haha, did you come from Marsh Town? How is Anna's life there?"

"Still taking care of your daughter." Zelin remembered the incident: "It must be good, you know, it is far away from war and chaos, and no one dares to harass there. The supplies are sufficient. Mrs. Anna and your daughter are definitely not. Will encounter malnutrition."

"Oh, if you want me to say, I should take my daughter over. You see, I think about the new daughter's name. It's called Tiya. This is a good name. My soldiers and nearby villagers say it. !" The baron waved his hand: "It looks like a northern name. I heard that Nilfgaard also has such a name. Come on, **** good wine! Last time I vowed never to touch another drop of wine. As a result, these promises The good wine from Vigre has been kept here and hasn't been touched. You can take a look at the house I cleaned up for a while. I specially prepared a baby room for Tiya and Anna's favorite flowers."

The baron took out a jug and four glasses under his desk. He poured wine into the three glasses, and then poured water into his own glass. Philip looked at the wine, licked his lower lip, reluctantly put the jug back in.