The Journey of the Demon Hunter

For several days, she was almost half asleep and half awake. Fresgeta thinks this is a good phenomenon, and she needs sleep to recover. During this time, villagers often came to the old hermit’s house to buy animal leather. Freystag had been selling animal skins for a living. Nearby villagers were reluctant to come to the swamp and risked catching the prey. The old hermit would often give them some wise advice, and every time these villagers came here, they would bring some good things, like this time, it was a broiler, as well as barley, bread, and two bottles of soju.

There are some news that Zelin doesn't like to hear.

Several knights appeared in the nearby villages and came twice and posted pictures on the entrances and temples of each village. For the first time, they did not allow anyone to help or hide Xili. The second time, they promised Rewards are given to those who find Xili's body. Obviously, over time, those hunters think it is impossible for Xili to survive such severe injuries in the wild alone.

"They won't stop until they find me."

With the help of the medicine, Xili recovered very quickly. Ten days after the operation, Fresgeta began to remove the needle thread from her wound. His craftsmanship was very good. The wound was sutured perfectly, but a scar was scratched. Closed her eyes. Xili had been looking sadly at her scar in the mirror, trying to not see it from all angles. Finally, she put her hair down and covered one eye to block the ugly scar.

"Don't worry, boy, they can't find this place." Vysigta dragged the net out of the water. "You can keep training here until winter passes."

"No, when I can ride a horse, I can ride a horse to find those who chase me." Xili stabbed the knife fiercely into the otter, as if this were the people who chased her. "I will kill." When they didn’t expect it, when they thought I was dead.” She looked at Zelin, who was talking with the villagers, “I’m not afraid of them.”

"You shouldn't be like this, Hiri." The old hermit shook his head. "Killing, revenge, you talk about them like commonplace, you shouldn't be like this."

"I know what I should do." Hiri threw the cut otter skin and knife on the chair. "If I don't take revenge, I will never forgive myself!"

"Xili, you are too young and you can't control yourself." The old hermit retorted. "You are just a wounded, sensitive child who is close to the edge of collapse, and is dazzled by hatred..."

"I am a demon hunter, I know what I am doing! You don't know what I have experienced!" Xili said sharply, "Don't tell me forgiveness and tolerance, no one will pay for your tolerance theory, you are a Hermit, you should put your head out and see what the outside world looks like. Theories cannot make the wicked lay down their swords, and theories cannot make the good people live and work in peace."

"Do you think you have found a way to eradicate all evil in this world?"

"No, I don't know." Xili shook his head. "But I know what evil is afraid of. What it is afraid of is not your ethics and morality, not your preaching. It is afraid of pain, afraid of criminal law, afraid of torture, and most afraid of death. When the evil is about to die, when the evil falls to the ground and sees its own blood flow out and disappear with the life, it will howl on the ground, and the evil will begin to beg for mercy and repentance."

"So you have to give an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth? Let the world flow in blood, and you can arrogantly think that you have solved a problem that all sociologists and philosophers in this world cannot solve?" the old hermit asked rhetorically, "Do you think Has the essence of the evil that you killed have changed? What are the things that you chopped down on the ground with your sword and fell in a pool of blood, have you considered?"

"I won't think about it." Xili shook her head, and she whispered. "When you start to think about it, there is no point in swinging the sword. I will go all the way until I bear the final result. I won't look back."

The old hermit shook his head and stopped the argument. On the other side, Zelin walked over after talking with the villagers.

"Another bad news, Fresgeta, we may not be able to stay here anymore." Zelin said to the old hermit, and he looked at Xili. "They organized a group of search teams to enter the nearby village. It won’t be long before they will start a net search on the swamp. No one in the village has said this, but I don’t think we can implicate you, Fystagg."

"If you really want to leave, just wait one more day." The old hermit sighed. "Tomorrow is Sophne’s Day. According to the Elf calendar, tomorrow is the new year. Although according to the human calendar, we have to wait two more Months to celebrate the New Year."

"The elf calendar is meaningless." Xili shook his head.

"No, let's wait another day, Xili." Zelin agreed with the old hermit's opinion. "Don't forget, you still need to rest now. The demon hunter can't hold the sword."

Chapter 833 The Day of Sophie

"Those patrols, they are robbers."

On the morning of Sophie’s day, a villager paddled a canoe to the hermit’s hut. After almost half a month’s training, Xili had basically recovered with the help of the medicine, the old hermit Foy Sigta made a bowl of chicken soup with a rooster that was traded for leather. Zelin wanted to leave him some coins, but the old hermit refused. According to his words, Zelin can help bring his student's letter to him, which is more valuable than how much money he can give him.

Xili was sitting by the bed, learning how to use Hidden Blade. Zelin gave her spare parts to Xili. Now she has nothing but a sword. Xili likes this weapon. Now she is more and more looking forward to seeing Geralt in Towson. Get the gift specially made for her.

The old hermit gave Xili a pair of skates. It is said that this was something from his old daughter. He gave it as a gift to Xili. Now, Vysigta is bringing the furs to the villagers who bought them. The latter is counting them while complaining about the search team sent to their village.

"They must be sent by the devil, they must be." The villagers muttered and counted the fur. A group of bandits, a group of robbers. They also killed two people in Dundal Village."

"Are they killing people publicly?"

"The village chief and the local blacksmith, because they wanted to take possession of the blacksmith’s wife, the village chief and the blacksmith wanted to stop them, and they were killed.” The villagers counted the furs, bundled them and moved them to the boat. “A villager took his His wife left. He said that he would find a demon hunter to come back to remove the evil and dirt in the village... There will be a demon hunter. The law cannot protect us. We don’t have the money to hire lawyers and soldiers. We need A demon hunter."

"The demon hunter does not kill, you may be disappointed." The old hermit shook his head.

"No, they are not humans, respectable hermits, they are villains, monsters from hell, we haven't seen a demon hunter in a long time, a demon hunter..." The villagers rub their hands together "Alas, It’s too cold, I should go now, good sir, I wish you peace, the lake will freeze soon, and I will come to see you when the spring starts next year."

Looking at the villagers who were rowing away, Xili led the Kelpie out of the hermit's stable. Zelin had already made preparations for a long time, even if they were to leave, first of all they had to solve the enemies surrounding the Baihu District. When I leave Ebin and arrive in Towsonte, no matter how much power the Merchants Union has in the province of Abbing, it is difficult for it to condemn the Duchy of Towsonte, especially the last time the Duchess Anna was concealed because of the druid report. , After a thorough investigation of the merchant union in the Principality. If the mercenaries of the trade union want to break through, they will not only face the demon hunters in the Towsonte Valley, but also the Duchess' personal knights and the Towson garrison.

"Then go. I am very happy to meet you, very happy, goodbye, Little Demon Hunter."

The old hermit smiled softly. "You remind me of my daughter. I separated from her when she was sixteen. Don't forget your backpack and map. When you walk north, you cross the mountains. . Avoid the road, there are troops everywhere. Then you will come to a big river, its name is..."

This was the third time Vysgta had repeated the same words, and Xili was still listening, nodding. The time to say goodbye seems to be long and short. Vysigta asked Zelin to take back a letter and a book.

"If you encounter threats, remember to come back. You can stay here until winter before leaving." The old hermit exhorted at last.

"Don't worry, I will solve those threats. Also, I helped you clean up the demon spirits wandering nearby. Don't worry about this winter, they will still wander nearby."

"Thank you, Demon Hunter."

"It's me who should thank you, Fresgeta, take care."

"Take care."

Facing the dusk of Sophnei Day, two demon hunters rode horses, and left the moss-covered hermit hut, heading north, along the gut path between streams and bushes.

And on the other side, on the night of Sophie’s Day, on this night of ghosts, nights of monsters, and nights of ghosts, Joanna Cerbery didn’t know how many times she was awakened by the cold wind hitting the window. She got up in a cold sweat, and subconsciously touched her neck. She wore a light green jade necklace on her white and beautiful neck, but she didn't know when she would change it to a thick hemp rope, whether it was hung on the gallows or by a horse. The horse is pulling.

Skellen became less and less concealing his purpose. Berhart, Skellen, Rains and a mysterious, hoarse, inhuman voice kept ordering them to look for the girl's whereabouts or the corpse everywhere. As time went by, the hope of finding a girl became less and less. Berhart and Skellen became more crazy and more angry. Everyone was scared to approach them. Burt Bredden, an officer, just one sentence The casual complaint made Skellen beat him with a whip.

This time it's a whip, when will it be replaced by the executioner's axe?

The madness made their thoughts full of loopholes, and Kenna's psychic energy provided her with more information unconsciously. Conspiracy, assassination, treason, so many people, she dare to say that she can make a list, one by one dukes, counts, generals and governors, just one person can make her a little psionicist in the world without knowing it. Evaporated, and until today, she was shocked that there was a rebel force of such a large scale in the empire. And these people's opponents, the emperor can take her head openly, just like Enhill did to so many nobles who opposed him in the past.

Who should she loyal to?

Skellen called her Ms. Cerberney, and he would definitely promote her.

It is also possible to kill her for other things.

She rubbed her hair that was messed up from sleep. She found that something was getting worse in the village. Everyone might be working for someone she didn’t know. Everyone might stab her in the back for secrecy, or For other **** things. She didn't want to be choked to death on the bed by the blood flowing into her lungs.

But at this time, the alarm bell in the village suddenly interrupted her thinking. She was stunned for a while, and then realized that she shouldn't stand stupidly. She had to put on that troublesome military uniform and go to the square as soon as possible. Collection. Candlelights were lit in the silent rooms around, and then she heard Skellen's shouting.

"Gather! Everyone gather at once! Right now!"

Chapter 834 The Bait Sprinkled

"What's the matter?!"

"Our people were attacked." Kenna fastened the belt on the military uniform and walked out. There were running figures everywhere. She saw a soldier next to Skellen reporting "A search team in Dundal Village." We were killed. Demon hunters attacked us. We are contacting search teams in other villages. The messengers have not yet returned."

"How much?! Is it a girl?!" Skellen asked excitedly.

"Not just a girl, there is a girl, there are other demon hunters, the villagers don't know how many..."

"Enough, that's enough!"

The Sentinel's report was not over yet, Skellen waved excitedly and walked towards Berhart and Rains.

"That girl should have been found by a demon hunter, and then survived." Skellen said to his partner. "Now, they are estimated to be uncontrollable and ready to break out of Baihu District. This saves us a lot of trouble. , We can’t procrastinate any longer, Wadier may have noticed here, we must act as soon as possible. I want to gather everyone and surround them. My team members will find them."

"Then Rains and I will kill the demon hunter." Burhart held his sword under his elbow, gnawing on the bread cubes and a roasted chicken leg in his hand, and the corners of his mouth reflected oily light under the torch. "This **** My son! My last battle will actually need the help of a fancy warlock! I will kill the demon hunter, and then I will appreciate what Master Wigwarts will do to the little princess."

Rains showed dissatisfaction at Berhart's complaint.