The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The moonlight is very bright, Zelin can see every corner on the ground without drinking the cat potion, but the brightness makes him feel a little uncomfortable. He raised his head, several crows screamed in the sky. This world was peaceful and unbelievable to him. Even if a corpse was found in the wild, people would only say that this was a bad luck hunted by wild wolves. There were no griffins and dragons in the sky. There are no water ghosts in the river, and travelers in the forest do not need to worry that the trees they lean against will suddenly open their mouths and eat them. There are far more humans who die in the hands of the same kind than in the hands of other creatures.

Zelin sighed, the world he was in might eventually become like this. Recalling the history of the world written by Rodritzk de Novinborg, it was only three hundred years ago when people went out to harvest ripe wheat to wear armor, fully armed in groups, and the village had at least three levels of fences. Caravans doing business in different cities are more like mercenary military parades. Soldiers in the fortress are preparing to launch stone throwers around the clock, whether the enemy is a scorpion-tailed flying lion falling from the sky or a vampire or strange monster on the ground, humans at that time It's the invaders, people who want to get the land to survive, can only take them little by little from the monsters.

Now that there are fewer and fewer monsters, nobles in many places do not allow magic hunters to kill local gliding lizards, because that is the only dragon that survives within a few thousand meters. It does not pose a threat but attracts travelers and painters. Zelin once saw a troll living under a wooden bridge, where it collects tolls, and those who don’t pay will be broken a leg, but the local mayor does not allow demon hunters to solve it, because The troll regards the bridge as its home, and will repair it when the bridge is damaged, and the repair will be strong. Compared with asking the mayor to pay for the cost of repairing the bridge, that toll is not worth mentioning.

Rodritzke’s world history has many controversies, especially in the period when humans first encountered elves and dwarves, but he has no controversy---times are changing. The longer he lived, the deeper he felt about this sentence. At least when he was a child, trolls were used to scare disobedient children rather than cheap workers.

Suddenly, the crisp sound like the cry of a yellow oriole in the early morning sounded in Zelin's ear. Just as he was about to cross the atrium, the figure in the gray robe appeared in front of him at some point, just blocking the way. Zelin didn't notice how it appeared, did not hear the footsteps, as if this figure was standing there originally, the demon hunter placed one hand on the hilt of the silver sword behind, and at the same time subconsciously glanced towards his chest. But remembered that the Griffon emblem had already been given to Francesca as a relic by him.

"Your mission is over, knight, you have a letter from the king to you, don't you" The gray robe is printed with a strange pattern of pale colors. Zelin doesn't know it. It may have a special meaning, or it may be just a simple decoration. After entering a different world, Zelin’s accumulated knowledge of customs became useless. Without the emblem, he couldn't judge whether there was a trace of magic.

The figure under the gray robe stretched out a hand. The nails on his hands are slightly longer than those of ordinary people, and the surface is extremely clean. Zelin did not see a trace of dust on it. There are only knights and no nobles in Camelot, and even the mayor is replaced by knights. But this hand It's definitely not a hand that a soldier would have. The one who can stay at home all day to keep his whole body neat and tidy can never be a guard in the castle, nor can it be an ordinary knight, besides, there are only two knights in the castle, not the person in front of him. Not a knight, not a nobleman, then in Zelin's impression, there is only one kind of person left.

Warlock!

"I'm sorry." Zelin narrowed his eyes and began to consider whether to move his hand from the silver sword to the steel sword. A cool night breeze blew by, mixed with the smell of **** blossoms, and a few light gray hair strands were curled out of the gray robe, and Zelin's visual length could probably fall under the opponent's shoulders. The thick robes cannot highlight the figure, and the voice may have been changed. However, his instinct told him that there should be a female warlock in front of him, but he has lived in the castle for more than ten days. He has never heard of a second one besides Merlin. Warlock "According to the creed of the work, I will not disclose the content of the work."

Zelin is not good at dealing with female warlocks, but a certain Liviaian demon hunter might have a way. Maybe it only takes a few words, the smell of gunpowder can dissipate, and the battlefield can be moved from the courtyard to the bedroom.

"I don't need you to tell me what it is, give me the letter, and you can go." The outstretched fingers in the gray-robed figure hooked up. "I am the sister of the Knight King, Morgan. Give the letter to me. He doesn't I'll blame you." It seems to be to prove his words, it looks like Sister Altria's warlock lifted his hood slightly back with the other hand. With the help of moonlight, Zelin could see her face clearly, although it was only a moment. , The exquisite face is also enough to impress the demon hunter.

"Since you are his sister, you don't have to monitor him. Tonight the crows are crying too much." Zelin's right hand released the hilt of the sword, but his left hand calmly placed it on the Foehn bomb on his waist. . If the other party thinks that they can beat Zelin by surprise, then Zelin will let her know who the final surprise is. "If I guess right, the crow in the sky has something to do with you, you use the crow to monitor the castle and King Arthur. Isn't it?"

"I have any reason to watch the king! You are just a knight, don't you feel too much to intervene in the king's family affairs?" The voice under the shadow of the hood was a little angry, but Zelin heard the eagerness that was covered by the anger. Obviously, if she is a close sister with Altria, she shouldn't be anxious because Zelin didn't give her the letter. She can go to the girl and ask her what happened recently. Either the person who claims to be Morgan is a fake, or although she is Altria's sister, the relationship is not harmonious, and the girl does not want her to know many things.

"There is no crow's nest around the castle, and no bird raised in the city will fly to the king's castle, and it happens to fall near the window." Zelin shook his head, the facts will not change because the other party admits it or not. "It may be too much. , But Miss Morgan, I have nothing to do with the royal family. I am just completing a commission. Have you ever heard of responsibility, integrity, and professional ethics? It is you who should go, Miss Morgan. It is already late."

Morgan stood there quietly, Zelin wasn't sure if she was going to leave, or if she would attack herself in the next moment, the two stood there, deadlocked. Another night breeze blew by, and the sound of birds fanning their wings went from near to far. About thirty seconds later, Morgan slowly said, "You can't complete the task, knight, it's impossible."

"You are not the first person to say this to me." Zelin smiled softly. More than once, when he went to complete the commission, someone thought he had been killed, and then hit his crooked brain on his package and horse. Because there are too many medicines, his package will always look very bulging, but the medicine inside is not a good thing for ordinary people. Zelin would be very upset when someone looked through the package and took out the contents to drink. In that case, he generally didn't get the reward he deserved---the reward would be taken to the funeral of the person who drank the medicine. .

"...Wait and see."

Thanks for the shaved tip.

Chapter 38—Convincing People with Virtue

Soon, Zelin understood why the woman who called herself Morgan would say that his mission was bound to fail.

Lancelot seemed to know that someone would come. Zellin hadn’t knocked on the door. The knight in the lake, who had been wearing armor, came out carrying a wide knight sword. I want to say hello to each other to find out whether he is eating grilled dragon tail or green cabbage root tonight. Zelin doesn't think he needs to draw his weapon out of the scabbard.

"Please don't stop me, the indestructible lake light should not be stained with the blood of non-enemies." Lancelot's voice trembled somewhat imperceptibly, but his figure was as firm as a rock.

"Relax, young man." Zelin shrugged, opened his hands where Lancelot could see, and signaled that he didn't have a weapon or attacked. "You may have misunderstood something, let's talk about it. , Put down the weapon, you don't want blood to stick to the weapon, and I don't want it either."

"I know your purpose." Lancelot raised the indestructible lake high with both hands, flattening the sword at the height of his shoulders, his left foot moved forward, his hind legs were slightly bent to move the center of gravity back, and swing out. Standard fencing posture "I'm sorry my king, please don't say anything, this is me..." Lancelot's voice struggled a bit, "Please get out of the way, you can't stop me!"

"I have a letter from King Arthur, please, I have handed it to you, don't you plan to read it?" Zelin stretched out his hand and pulled out the rolled parchment from the back of his waist, which was printed with the wax seal belonging to King Arthur. Zelin twisted his wrist. Aim the wax seal in the direction of the castle door. The candlelight exposed in the crack is just enough for normal people to see the emblem on the wax seal. "Don't be nervous, I suggest you take a look."

"Please don't insult me ​​a second time!" Lancelot said sharply, his arm trembled slightly with the voice, as if he was holding back his anger. "Please don't trample on my dignity any more! Otherwise, in the name of a god! The verdict, the blood of one of us must bleed through this land! Ms. Morgan--may fate take care of her--tell me what your purpose is to come here, Gurney Vale will be burned. If I commit a crime Sin, I will accept the trial of my king’s law, but if such a trial will also put Gurney Vale in danger at the same time, I must refuse, and it is against my oath to let the lady be punished for my mistakes."

"Gurnivel will not be hurt, **** it! Are you not going to listen to me and finish it?" Zelin was a little upset, he should have thought of a female warlock, Morgan must know that he can't take it away from him. Letter, so what she did just now was just a drag on time. Lancelot’s personal affair was broken, and his mentality was very fragile at this time, and he would subconsciously believe that the first person to repay him kindness, Zelin is not an eloquent, after all, for the demon hunter, there is no reason. The monster will not be persuaded by you, you can only use the silver sword to solve the problem "You don't want to read or believe what I said, right, even if you don't believe a word?"

"Please get out of the way" gave the answer in three cold words.

"I won't let go."

"...Sorry."

The next moment, the shining holy sword rushed towards Zelin, and Zelin jumped a step later, dodging the range swept by the knight sword, the steel sword behind him was already in his hands, and the habit he had cultivated in countless battles made his body do it subconsciously. Out of reaction. Before Lancelot missed a hit and prepared for the second attack, the long sword made by Camelot blacksmith pointed at the tip of his nose. Zelin was especially fortunate that he had found someone in the city to make this sword a few days ago. It feels bad to have a few weapons on his body, thanks to the decision at the time, otherwise he can only use the expensive silver sword to deal with Lancelot.

The light of the indestructible lake pierced Zelin's abdomen again, and Zelin flashed a little, his body quickly turned, and the iron sword pressed against his body to open the offensive of the knight's sword. Lancelot, who was rushing towards him, also turned around, but the direction of the road was blocked by Zelin, while the demon hunter slammed into the knight's chest with his raised elbow. Unfortunately, Lancelot did not lose his balance because of this. He took two steps back to stabilize his figure, and once again raised the knight sword to launch the third wave of attacks.

Lancelot wanted to rush out, Zelin wanted to subdue the knight, maybe he could solve the problem with the Seal of Acxi, but Zelin didn't want to do this, who knows what happens when the effect of the Seal is not good. The demon hunter’s sword drew a circle in mid-air, his body leaning forward slightly like a cheetah, and he began to walk around Lancelot in a semicircle. He wanted to block the opponent’s path, and he had to be careful not to let the sword go. The swing speed is the same as the speed of the footsteps—this allows the enemy to be unable to determine when Zelin will launch an attack. This method is very useful when dealing with monsters and humans.

Suddenly, the wooden door of the castle behind Lancelot creaked, and the knight subconsciously turned around and looked at it. Zelin also stopped and stood up straight. I saw Gurney Vere's figure piercing out of the opening. She looked at Lancelot, then at Zelin, her brows were full of worries, "Lancelot...what's going on here...I I heard the sound of fighting..."

"I..."

"I'm sorry to disturb you, dear queen." Before Lancelot could speak, Zelin crossed Lancelot and said to Gurney Vale. His voice was very peaceful. "This is not a fight, but a friendship exchange. During this period of time, I heard many legends about the knight in the lake, and I admire his bravery and sense of honor, so I want to take advantage of this time to have a battle with the Lancelot knight. That’s it, if we talk about the voice I disturbed the queen’s rest, and I hope you can forgive us."

Gurney Vale looked at Lancelot with questioning eyes.

"Yes...Yes, Queen, that's it, that's right" Lancelow nodded characteristically. "This is just an exchange of combat skills between me and the knight."

"That's all right." Gnevere breathed a sigh of relief, and the nervous expression on his face softened. "I won't disturb the two of you. I hope you don't hurt each other and bless you." The queen bowed her head and returned to the bedroom. Inside, close the wooden door again.

Seeing Gurney Vere returning, Lancelot returned his attention to Zelin. In response to the gaze from the upper arm and the lower arm, Zelin shrugged, "Do you want to continue, listen, I won't lie to you, believe it or not."

"I don't like to hand the glory and the fate of the lady into the hands of others. I am very grateful to you, but I won't catch it at all." Lancelot resumed his fighting pose. Regarding this, Zelin sighed and clenched the iron sword in his hand again.

At the next moment, Lancelot jumped and quickly launched an attack. Facing the fierce offensive of the Knights of the Round Table, the Demon Hunter did not raise his sword to parry, nor did he even make any defensive actions. He just leaned on one side and easily escaped his attack again. This time the knight did not stop, but swung the sword sharply. The blade slashed towards Zelin's upper body in an arc. Zelin rolled over and avoided the blade, raising his hand to face the knight's visor and shook it. .

Lancelot's footsteps suddenly halted, and the indestructible Huguang crossed his chest to block the non-existent blow, which just disrupted the rhythm of his next attack. Zelin seized the time, his arms straightened out and struck out like lightning. The back of the sword without blade hit Lancelot's wrist with a rustling sound. The huge force made the knight's arm unstable, and the epee almost got out of his hand. Zelin's second light hit immediately followed the gap he exposed and hit the stall between the helmet and the breastplate. Although there was no blade, Zelin was certain that no one wanted to take the blow.

There was a muffled noise in Lancelot's throat, his legs were soft, and his body leaned forward involuntarily, but Zelin had already stepped behind him, and aimed at the unsuspecting back neck of the knight in the lake. Hit.

The darkness swallowed the consciousness of the chief knight of the Knights of the Round Table in an instant.

Thanks to the monthly pass of the wolf school assassin master

Chapter 39—The Correct Way to Apologize

The cold wind blew Lancelot's cheeks, causing him to fight in a coma. The weather in Britain has turned into warm spring, and summer will be in a few days, but the temperature in the middle of the night is still very low. Sleeping outside will inevitably catch the wind and cold, plus a layer of cold iron wall cans. After a while, the knight in the lake lying on the ground woke up with a sneeze.

"I finally woke up. I thought I was going to spend the night with you here." Lancelot had just regained consciousness, and the stiff pain on the back of his neck had not had time to reach his brain. Zelin's joking voice was first attracted. The knight’s attention "You know, I usually have the habit of cutting off the heads of prey, because they are generally very large, you can’t let me not die in the hands of monsters, but drag the monster’s body to death in half way, anyway, my head It can also prove what kind of creature I killed. Unfortunately, you are too heavy for me to move, but I can't take your head back."

"I lost." Lancelot willingly took off his helmet, dark blue curly hair hanging down on both sides of his cheeks, eyes closed on his handsome face, he knelt on one knee and bowed his head. "Allow me to keep the knight. Bring me to my king’s glory, where I will accept my king’s condemnation and judgment.”

Zelin stood up and patted the dust on his body from the tumbling. He ignored Lancelot's words, but said to himself, "You remind me of a person, Lancelot, Dennisler. "Ike" mentioned the name, Zelin whistle lightly, "Religious, kind, honest and upright Ike knight, he is very good at dealing with monsters, even griffin and manticore have been killed, there are people Saying that he killed one or two green dragons, he is more powerful than a demon hunter."

"I hate him to hear your tone?"

"Yes, because he never collects money for hunting monsters, it is always difficult for me to find a commissioned job where he is. Well, there are some things you don't know, just think I'm complaining."

Zelin's index finger tapped on the silver sword scabbard, and then put the iron sword back on his shoulders, and pulled the strap to adjust the hilt to the correct position, making sure that he could reach out and pull the weapon out of the scabbard. "You may not know, if I can find a commission to hunt the pterodactyl, three hundred Oren, even if Oren has been depreciating recently --- I heard that the exchange ratio between Krona and Oren has dropped to one to five recently. ---It can also give me peace of mind for many days, but if I can't find a commission, I can only hope that I can meet a lone wolf or find wild vegetables in the wild."

"I'm sorry to remind you of something bad." Lancelot's voice was calm. "You must want that person to die. I understand that my king will sentence me to death, and I will accept it."

"No, not at all. In fact, if he has trouble dealing with monsters, I will help him, and before leaving, my dirty mutant will show his arrogance and noble face. "Fist" Zelin looked sideways at Lancelot, who was still bowing his head, his right hand twitched slightly, and then he punched Lancelot's white face like lightning.

Bang----

Even with a heavy knight armor on his body, the defenseless knight was violently beaten and flew more than one meter away, and after marking two meters on the ground, he hit the stone fence before stopping. When Zelin walked up to him in two steps, he found a bruise on his handsome face, and the left cheek that was hit was even more swollen. Even Altria probably wouldn't recognize it at first glance. This is Lancelot, who is known for his beauty. There was even a little blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but Zelin was sure that he hadn't knocked out Lancelot's teeth, at least without the nailed gloves.

"Just like this." Zelin moved the joints between his fingers. "Ike was burned out by his sacred duty. It's a pity that no matter how many punches I use, it is impossible to wake him up. Of course, no one will be because of me. Heal him and pay me. What about you now, eh? Can you throw those boring things out of your mind and listen to me carefully?"

Lancelot's swollen face nodded.

"Very good." Zelin drew out the sheepskin roll that had been put away due to the battle, crouched down and placed it in front of the knight.