The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Lancelot's gaze was placed on the sheepskin scroll, and his melancholy eyes quickly turned into surprise. In the end, only disbelief remained in his eyes. Some of his chapped lips trembled slightly. He struggled to get up, but his head was dizzy. Let him lie down again, "Why, why, my king, he...I thought..."

Seeing that Lancelot understood the meaning of the words on the sheepskin scroll, Zelin took it away with satisfaction. "Now you know, your king, she didn't blame you, she respected your love with Gurney Vale. Do you think she is the kind of person who decides the life and death of her subordinates while playing chess? At least as far as I am concerned, she is not."

"...I wrongly blamed my king" Lancelot's voice was full of shame. "I used such an obscene idea to speculate about the greatness of my king, and I shamed the glory of the knight."

Zelin sighed, "Would you like to listen to the opinion of an old demon hunter... Don't look at me like that, I just don't like to have a beard, it makes me look unreliable and wants people to be willing to tell I and they need help, at least to give me a sense of reliability. As far as age alone is concerned, I can even ask you to call me grandpa. Well, we don’t need to struggle with this kind of thing. Let me teach you. How to apologize, first of all, it's useless to escape. You'd better meet your king, apologize to her, and tell her how much you like Gurney Vale."

"I, I don't have the face to meet my king... my king's mind... how should I face it..."

"So next is the second suggestion, take out your deck." Zelin reached out to Lancelot.

"The deck?"

"Of course it is your Gwent card, hurry up, there is not much time." Zelin took out his deck from the package around his waist and drew out the hero cards in it. Then he took over Lancelot's deck, and as expected, it was full of **** cards like Ridanian Infantry and Alpin. The decks of the Knights of the Round Table were all obtained from Altria, and Zelin gave her the decks of Altria. Naturally, it was impossible for Zelin to give all the tools for making money to the girl of the Knight King.

"Listen well, take this hero card to see your king and tell her that you are willing to use this card as a bet to play a good game with her, and then you must lose, listen well, you must lose." Zelin explained to Professor Lancelot how to play fake cards while explaining, "The king also has a hero card in his hand. This card in my hand is great and she will definitely be willing to win it."

"But what should I say when the time comes..." Lancelot's hands gestured in mid-air, "How do I say I want to talk to her..."

"It's very simple." Zelin shrugged. "You just need to tell her your love for Gurney Vale, and then take out the deck. When she is going to say something, whether it's angry at you or planning to Forgive you, point to you, you just have to say a mantra."

"Spell?"

"Yes, just smile and tell her at this time... come to the game of Gwent." Zelin smiled, "Everything will be solved."

"You are kidding."

"Yes, well, let's go."

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Chapter 40: After a hundred battles, I have seen more

The morning sun climbed up the treetops, and Camelot City began to rejuvenate after a silent night. The cries of business travelers, the chattering of small citizens, the workers who went to work on farms outside the city walked out of the city gate in twos and threes, and the travelers waiting for the curfew to end in the roadside hotel outside the city walked into the city in the opposite direction to the workers, and lived in the surrounding villages. The villagers in villages pushed carts full of agricultural products into the city to buy a good price, and those fishing boats that sailed down the Thames came to the pier with the results of their catches, and the merchants there had long been waiting. Just be ready to swarm the coins.

Day after day, Camelot City is as noisy as ever.

Leaning on the window sill, Zelin looked out through the window of the guard tower. The sunlight illuminated the pale face of the demon hunter, and it also shone into the room. As far as lighting is concerned, the design of the guard tower is really unreasonable. If Zelin does not support the window case with a wooden stick, he must light candles in the room and put an hourglass by the way, otherwise the people inside will simply Can't tell if it is dusk or early morning.

I watched a moral and ethics drama last night, which caused Zelin to be a little unwell this morning. It is reasonable that he is not a person who watches dramas. With this kind of free time, he prefers to go to the pub to relax for two days, but the plot last night It is indeed ups and downs. The knight and the queen fell in love, and when he thought he was going to be killed by a killer sent by the king, he discovered that the killer was actually sending the king's pardon. With the permission of the great and kind king, the knight and his lover got a perfect ending.

If Zelin is to comment on this drama, he can only say that it is old-fashioned, second-rate comedy---but he likes it. They live in a terrible world, and there are all kinds of tragedies in the wild. Just find a lumber yard and the workers inside. Can tell you how many people have died tragically in the hands of the deer head spirits, and those poor people who were targeted by wolves when logging trees. There have been enough tragedies in the world. Why should everyone relive it on the stage? It. Placed in the theater in Novigrad, this script is sure to earn flowers and applause, tears of a few ladies, and of course, and most importantly, those papyrus with tickets written on it can be exchanged for a large sum of crowns. Currency.

"This is a very good morning." Zelin said as if talking to himself. "This is an early morning suitable for physical activity. If I can, I am willing to ride a horse outside to see the scenery. The good weather will make people walk out of their huts. , Complain to others about the annoying things that are in my heart, if I have good luck, maybe I can receive one or two easy commissions to solve the Zhuowugler hiding in the garbage dump, or to relieve the rebellious curse, but I You will never stay in a boring hut waiting to get rotten, or be forced to go out looking for work by hunger, do you know what I mean, Lord Gawain, known as the Sun Rider."

Zelin turned his head and looked at the male knight sitting at the wooden table in the guard tower. Gawain, the white knight of the round table, also known as the shadow warrior of King Arthur, another man with the holy sword, suddenly ran to the guard tower without any notice, with a series of rhythmic knocks. Disturbing Zelin's sleep, at that moment the demon hunter regretted for the first time that he hadn't the habit of throwing people off the balcony. In fact, his right hand still couldn't help wanting to do so.

Slightly glanced at Gawain’s silver-white longsword on the wooden table, Zelin walked over to the Sun Rider and sat down. "Put your weapons away. If you want to fight me, you can find a wider place. There’s even no way for me to roll twice here. If you want to connect a more interesting and smart battle, such as a game of Gwent, I don’t mind letting you understand that your brain capacity is actually second only to the water ghost. Yes, your sword is pretty good."

Zelin carefully looked at the so-called Sword of Cycling Victory. "I heard that this sword is also a weapon given by the goddess of the lake, as is the one in the hands of King Arthur. Could it be that the goddess of the lake is actually engaged in the wholesale of holy swords? This is actually a weapon made by a master craftsman and named as the goddess of the lake? Can I get two of them back."

"That's enough..." Gao Wen shook his head and withdrew the silver-white holy sword. It seemed that Zelin was insulting him by staring at him with the eyes of the stalls.

"No, not yet."

"..." Gawain coughed violently as if he was choking. "What else do you want to say."

"It's finished, you can go." Zelin shrugged and gestured to the door.

Gawain's face was sullen with displeasure, "I don't want to tell a joke with you. This morning, I met the Knight Lancelot when I was going to the palace to meet my king."

"Then greet him with the voice of a third-rate drummer?"

"...He is very happy, all written on his face." Gao Wen automatically blocked Zelin's ridicule, and continued to narrate, "I have never seen him so happy, and my king seems to have the same emotions, which makes me I was surprised. I felt that the Lancelot knights and my king seemed... like friends, not monarchs. Later, a guard told me that besides my king and the Lancelot knights, there was you in the castle last night."

"Then you ran up to the guard tower like an intelligence dealer, waking me up just to satisfy your curiosity with the drum beat that made me want to take a whip to slap me hard, just to satisfy your curiosity." Leaning back on the seat with your hands on your chest, "It’s really unfavorable for the passing years. The dignified knights have to do what bards would do. Do you want to think about going to the crossroads like me to look for orders, or say …" Zelin looked up and down Gao Wen's handsome face with malicious eyes, "Brockleron's tree spirit must like you very much."

"I'm not here to inquire about the news. This is not what the Honest Knight did." Gawain shook his head. "The relationship between the Lancelot Knight and our king has always been... delicate. The invaders from the north are preparing to plunder south, the Gaul province of the empire. There are traces of legion movement in this situation. In this case, if my king and the chief knight... I shouldn’t say that. Maybe it’s my illusion, but you made it better... And last time, I also listened to the devil. Having said that, you seem to be proficient in handling similar things, why are you so proficient."

"Because I have seen a lot of battles." Zelin raised his eyebrows. "If you want to find out why I know how to deal with monsters, I'm sorry, I can only say no comment on this. So you really want to tell me What."

"Knight Mordred said that you have refused the invitation of my king, but I feel there is hope." Gawain stood up and looked at Zelin with a serious expression. "I hope you can stay, even if you don't want to be The Knights of the Round Table can also stay in Camelot. The city is so big that it can accommodate one more person."

Hearing Gao Wen's words, Zelin sighed, stood up, and walked to the window sill again. With his hands behind his back, he subconsciously dilated his pupils so that he could see things outside more clearly. The sun is shining and a peaceful scene, but the sense of crisis is like a shadow, just like many warlocks and druids often talk about it. The sword of destiny has two blades. He is not a person who believes in fate, but this kind of The feeling of coming to ruin made him have to reconsider "Sorry, I don't want to say the same thing again."

"...Is there no room for negotiation?"

"Please go back, Sun Rider, please go back, and don't rush in so recklessly next time, thank you."

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Chapter 41 I will come back again

Time is fast. Every time the sun goes down, Zelin will tie a knot on a twine. Sometimes the memory may be confused, especially the longer the time, the more likely you will not be able to tell whether today is the twentieth day or the twentieth day. The twenty-first day. When traveling in the wild, Zellin saw a druid from the Skelliger Order using a knot to calculate time, and he has kept this method in mind ever since. Francesca’s vision said that he would find a way to get him back on the night of the thirtieth day. It could only be the thirtieth day. One more day or less one day would not work. He didn’t think he could make a big one. After missing the first opportunity, the mage wasted another thirty days to pick himself up.

At the south gate of Camelot City, Zelin is riding on the back of a sturdy mare. The travel packages are drooping on both sides of the mare. On the left side is a food purse and some tools and materials, and on the right side is a whole The neat potion decoction, and a spare steel sword hung on the iron buckle of the saddle. Stroking the horse's mane with satisfaction, Zelin could see that this is a good horse, no worse than the good horse produced by Kovind. When he returns, he can find it in Mahakam and sell it cheaply. The dwarf blacksmith who gave him the horseshoe, after all, is definitely much cheaper than Novigrad in the place of origin.

The young lady of the Knight King standing opposite Zelin was wearing a uniform and riding on a war horse. The dark blue sheepskin cloak enveloped most of her body and covered her hem up to the tail of the horse. Today is the thirtieth day set by the wizard wizard, and the girl is here to see him off. Of course, seeing off is only one of the things she has to do. After bidding farewell to Zelin, Altria will lead the Knights of the Round Table and mobilized more than 7,000 soldiers to go north to fight the enemy who rushed down from the Scottish Highlands. .

Although the weather is relatively warm, there is a breath of murder in the air. Zelin knew that at the north gate of Camelot, nearly four thousand professional soldiers were waiting for the Knight King to inspect, and then led them to the battlefield. Not only Camelot, but other local nobles will also lead the standing soldiers and mobilizers in their family realms to the northern front to join the army of King Arthur. The victory or defeat of the battle will determine the future fate of the kingdom. Victory and thousands of enemies can be killed on the battlefield. Then the north can be peaceful for at least two years. If it fails, the villages and wheat fields on the English plains can only be robbed. Looting, maybe you will lose a few castles, and then many people will starve to death in this year's cold winter due to insufficient food supplies.

But along the way, Zelin didn't see the seriousness of facing war in Camelot's face. Instead, everything was business as usual, as if war was not a problem for them at all. Every time King Arthur appeared, it always aroused cheers in the surrounding crowd. It seemed that they firmly believed that the Knight King would eventually lead them to victory. After all, she had never lost, whether it was in the past or the present, and it seems that she will not in the future.

"Sorry, Zelin, I can't leave Camelot at this time." Altria was a little guilty. If Zelin didn't help her, she would have no way to return to her world. In fact, if Zelin didn't happen to be right. I happened to see the commission notice posted at the intersection. If Altria hadn't chosen to go north in Mahakam, and even if her path was any deviation, they would not meet in the cave next to the small village. , Zelin will leave after notifying the village elder Xiji that no monsters will harass the village again, and continue to look for new commissions. Altria will continue to wander aimlessly, as for what will happen later, no one knows.

But the responsibility on her shoulders made her face. Since the sword of king election was removed, all her words and deeds have been considered for the country. Now is the time when the people of the kingdom need her most, and it is also the time when she fulfills her obligations as a king. When personal selfishness conflicted with the status of the king, the girl did not hesitate to choose the latter.

"I understand, no need to explain, I understand, you remind me of Queen Carrance of the Hinterland, the lioness of Sintra, she is a good person and a powerful king, and she is from Skellig Husband." Zelin stretched out his index finger to pick up the ends of the hair that was blown to his lips by the wind. "But they will get old. The strongest Skelly will have a day when they can't hold a sword. No matter how tough the queen is, she will get old. But you, Altria, you will not encounter this trouble." Zelin's gaze was placed on the girl's holy sword. "Your magic advisor told me about the holy sword."

"Merlin...Thanks to him, I can get this holy sword from the goddess in the lake." Altria squeezed the hilt of the sword. The only thing Zelin felt was that he didn't see the scabbard. Dangerous, a sharp weapon without a scabbard could easily hurt the owner, but when Zelin asked about the scabbard, Altria was always silent. She didn't want to say, and Zelin wouldn't ask more.

"No, you didn't understand what I meant." Zelin shook his head. He looked up and down at the girl’s petite but powerful body. This means that even in a few years, your superb skills will not become dull with the passage of time."

The age of the demon hunter is very long. Zelin has lived for a hundred years, and even if he lives another one hundred years, his swordsmanship will not degenerate due to physical aging. The oldest demon hunter Vesemir has lived for more than four hundred years, but his sword skills and reaction speed are not weaker than those of young adults. Merlin, the magician of King Arthur, told Zelin that the girl's body was protected by the holy sword and could not be changed by the external force exerted by the potion, but this was not a bad thing.

Altria looked at him for unknown reasons.

"I have fought various monsters and humans who are indistinguishable from monsters for ten years. I don't mind waiting for a while. If I don't die in the hands of monsters, there should be no problem living for another 100 years. Al Toria, go and perform your duties, but I don’t want to give up.” Zelin smiled self-deprecatingly. “I have a colleague, oh yes, you met him, Geralt of Livia. He once helped Queen Carrance in Sintra, and then told the queen that in six years, he would come back and take away his accidental son. Everyone knows that."

"I want to say this to you now, Altria, I don't want to wait six years, three years later, I will be back." Zelin tightened the rein of the horse. "When the time comes, let the sword of destiny break it. Right."

"No problem, Zelin." Altria held the Holy Sword Tree in front of him and kissed the blade. "In three years, I will wait for you to come back."

Zelin smiled softly, that was enough. He controlled the sitting horse to turn its head, the horse snorted, and walked towards the place where he had just entered the world. Altria also turned around and headed towards the north gate of Camelot. After walking a few steps, the Demon Hunter suddenly thought of something, and he quickly turned his head and called the Knight King Girl.

"Wait, Altria, I almost forgot about this, the gift for you, just keep it, although it doesn't look very good."

Zelin's fingers flicked, and a piece of paper was thrown in the direction of the girl, and Altria reached out and caught it in midair.