The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Are you a poet?"

"This is a verse from a retired professor at Imperial College. It happened ten years ago." The psionicist shook his head. "How I hope I won't see his verse come true when I am still alive." She rubbed her eyes. "Damn, I'm not a sentimental person."

The other hired team members tried their best to find clues near the castle. Some were looking for bounty hunters near the castle, some tried to use bribes, and some wondered if they could lure Hovennagel out and disguise themselves as The messenger went to forge a letter from the merchant's union.

"Is this really your best investigator?"

"Of course." Kenna nodded. "They can even track a fish in the sewer...Hey, where are you going?"

"Sorry, Kenna, I don't want to wait here." Zelin shrugged and walked around the moat outside the castle to the other side of the castle.

Chapter 823 The Uncrowned King

Track a fish from the sewer?

It would be more reliable to find traces of magic vine flowers in the soil.

This castle has been around for a while, and some of the corners of the towers can still see traces of past wars. The older the castle is, the more valuable it is, especially in this place where large-scale wars are difficult to recur. The castle represents more status and honor. Just like this castle, it has the same honor as the duke, because it used to be the king's castle of the Ebin Kingdom, and there are many historical relics in it.

The auction house is worth seven thousand fronds.

You can buy anything and sell everything.

The mercenaries in the castle are indeed very dedicated. They are equipped with the best weapons and equipment in the province of Ebin and patrol the castle and the guard tower. If it is in the north, these important places, such as bank vaults, will have many anti-magic measures, such as vault gates made of anti-magic metal, and guards accompanied by Dimojin headbands. But in the south, anti-magic metal is a rare thing, and magicians are all under the tight control of the empire.

The first patrol guard noticed the demon hunter coming over the wall, but he did not have time to issue a warning or make any actions. At such a close distance, Yaxie Fayin made him faint temporarily.

Zelin stepped to support the collapsed soldier, and grabbed the fallen spear with the other hand, to avoid the sound of metal armor and weapons falling on the place from attracting other soldiers. It's daytime, and he doesn't want to wait too long. If he is lucky, both Berhart and the Falka he is looking for should still be in the castle, and he can get the answer. If Falka is really Hiri, find a way to take her away.

While thinking, the demon hunter dragged the fainted soldier to a nearby unmanned room, took off his helmet and hit the mercenary on the back of the head, so that he could at least be unconscious until the night. Looking at the helmet in his hand, Zelin couldn't help but evaluate it in his heart.

The chest plate and full-body chain mail are worth at least twenty Fron gold coins, plus a spear and matching daggers and shields, this equipment can be sold for the price of thirty Fron gold coins on the market. Moreover, the monthly salary of each mercenary must be more than that of the soldiers of the imperial army. It needs fifteen fronds a month, and the monthly supply of the castle will cost another two hundred fronds.

It's really a big expense.

Compared with the demon hunter, this is the case, but for the owner of the castle, this is only a necessary expense, a small living expense.

Hovennagel made a note on the bill.

Gold coins are coming and going like a tide, but smart people know how to make more tide stay and make more water flow next time.

There are many tapestries hanging on the walls of the room, as well as extremely gorgeous wall decorations, depicting scenes in religion-hunting and country life. The furniture is inlaid with shiny brass fittings, and the carpet is very thick, and there is no sound when stepping on it.

Colorful rays of light passed through the glass window and shone on a tapestry depicting hunting scenes. In front of the tapestry stood a burly and dignified man, Hovennagel wearing a golden embroidered jacket and a long leather tunic. Although he was in his prime of life, he was already bald, and the gold-thread embroidered belt hung on the thick waist of almost two fat people, with his cheeks drooping on both sides, like a bulldog.

"Assassin." Hovinnagel closed the ledger and walked slowly to the mahogany armchair. The armrest of the armchair was inlaid with a lion head carved in gold. "Welcome to my castle, good day, please Mr. Coming."

"As a person facing the sword alone, you are very calm." Zelin's boots stepped on the carpet, holding the blade in one hand, looking at the businessman standing in front of him. "Hovennagel, I think I should I didn't find the wrong person."

The businessman, or the ruler behind Clemente, sat in an armchair, his belly straightened, like a lump of meat being forcibly stuffed into a wooden chair.

"Politeness can't be lost. I hope those loyal mercenaries are still alive." When he spoke, the fat on both sides of his face shook. "I just settled three months' pay for them two days ago."

"They will sleep till night and won't let your money go." Zelin took two steps forward. "I need something, right here with you."

"As a business person, your performance is terrible. You people always don't have entrepreneurial spirit. What do you need? Money? No, you always stare at things that you spend and never come back." He gave I poured a glass of red wine, and the gold chain on my body shook violently. "I got six thousand wooden bows from the Nilfgard quartermaster. I will sell him to hunters, poachers, thieves, elves, and others. Rebels, I can earn four to ten times the profit."

"Sponsor the rebels to start a war, and you will be hanged on the gallows."

"This will bring me rich coins and more land, and, who would believe the words of a tramp, an assassin, but not me as a philanthropist?" He giggled. "It's funny, I'm from They earn 10,000 Fronds from their land, let them get out of their homes, and then take out a thousand gold coins to donate, and they will be grateful to Dade for calling me a philanthropist, a great entrepreneur and a patriot. "

He put down the wine glass heavily, and the wine bottles on the table clinked.

"I have met people like you several times and want to do something that I think is right. They will all be caught by my guards. This is the first time you can walk in front of me alone. Your ability To make you more money, all you need is... a little help from my philanthropist. Tell me who asked you to come, and the Merchants Union will hire you ten times the amount of gold."

Zelin walked in front of him, and the blade knocked on the wine bottle on the table, forcing him to put back the hand that was about to pick up the wine bottle and pour a glass back.

"I don't care about gold."

"It's just that the price is not enough."

"I can be sure, merchants, north and south are the same." Zelin pushed open the bottle with a knife blade. "You are not the first person to say this to me. I said, I need a message, Burhart, you Do you know him?"

"He is my friend." Hovennagel retracted his hand cautiously.

"Where is he?"

"You want me to betray my friends? Do you think you can let me betray my friends like this?" The businessman raised his head arrogantly.

Zelin looked at the businessman in confusion, and after a while, he said, "Is your life worth five hundred francs?"

The 824th chapter is gradually dissipating mist

Zelin still found the news. Berhart had left Clement City with Falka before. No one knew what the bounty hunter was thinking about. He had no family, no relatives, no living. Set a place, all alone. The reason why he came to Clement was because Hovinnagel owed Burhart a favor, and his original plan was to throw the Falka he had caught into the arena of Hovinnagel. Fight as an extremely valuable gladiator, because this will bring you a steady stream of wealth and gold. Hovennagel would give him enough coins to make him live a decent life every month.

If you have to rely on mud, earthworms, and feces to feed yourself, it might be easier for the bounty hunter to hack him with a sword. In order to make Falka more valuable in the arena, he even bought a goblin-forged sword for her in the hands of the dwarf blacksmith in Fano Town. Falka is the odd thing he relies on to earn his pension.

Until a few days ago, Berhart suddenly became interested in some things that Falka had concealed. He kept kicking her and torturing her, but Falka refused to say until Berhart took Falka with him. He went to a dental clinic, and then he took Falka and left Clemente.

Unfortunately, Zelin was one step late again.

But the demon hunter believed that the dentist must know something.

Of course, he didn’t need to tell Stephen Skellen about the news. He didn’t know what the royal coroner thought, but mobilizing so many excellent adventurers to work for him, the Intelligence Bureau certainly didn’t just want Skellen finds a bounty hunter.

Zelin found a few passers-by and asked them about the location of the dental clinic. But before he could find it there, he heard a chasing voice on the side street.

"Why, why are you leaving?"

The psionicist Joanna Cerbery chased up from behind. Seeing the demon hunter heard her own shout, she slowed down, panting heavily, and walked over in small steps. She apparently ran after her, and the black leather shoes configured by the army clashed on the ground.

"How did you find me?" Zelin raised his eyebrows. He looked at the panting psionicist and stretched out his hand to her. "Don't answer first, let's find a place to sit down and talk."

They found a pile of rocks that had fallen near the street. This seemed to be the wall of a house that was broken during the war to quell the rebellion. However, after the house was rebuilt, people did not care about the rubble scattered on the corners. . As the night got dark, candles and oil lamps were lit in the houses one after another, and the warm light through the windows cast shadows of people and window bars onto the street.

"As an adventurer, your physical strength is too weak."

"I am a psychic, engaged in investigation, research, and clerical work. It's really bad luck. If I hadn't taken over the case of the Southern Pearl sinking, I should still be in the Imperial Capital, sitting in a detective office, judging lies, and screening out scams." The teacher tugged at the collar to cool himself down. Military uniforms are designed to be more suitable for action in the wild, and the upper body straps on the body ensure that anyone can wear the same type of clothes as tights. I will meet a strange demon hunter."

"Why do you have to take over Skellen's commission?"

"After two investigators who were investigating the case with me died accidentally, I didn't want to walk down the street and be smashed with a vase thrown out on the second floor on the side of the street." She sighed and let herself relax." Why are you leaving?"

"You haven't answered my question yet." Zelin leaned against the stone fence on the side of the street, spreading his hands. "We pay attention to first come first."

"It's easy to find you. I can read the thoughts and thoughts of everyone in the Aibin. This is like a map. Everyone is a bright spot. I can understand the thoughts of all people covered by psychic energy at the same time. , Except for you. A black hole appeared in a map full of bright spots, and the black hole kept moving away from us, so I came here." Kenna leaned forward with her legs up. "Please tell me why, oh I almost forget that you are a demon hunter, not a human. If this question offends you, please forgive me."

"I climbed the castle and saw Hovinnagel in the castle. I have already got the answer." Zelin explained to Kenna. "I don't think there is any point in staying. I hope I will be trapped by the collar."