The Journey of the Demon Hunter

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Chapter 88—Warm Home

The woman with the same face as Yousefka took a few steps back with her arms in her arms, a sharp knife cut open the sleeves and stuck it on her forearm holding the scalpel. She didn't seem to expect another person to appear, she was shocked. After a while, he threw the scalpel away, took out the stick again, and looked at the unexpected guest in front of him vigilantly.

Zelin stood at the door, and threw the knife with his hand on the steel sword hilt. The state of the crossbow was too slow, and he could only use the knife as a throwing knife in desperation. Just glance at him and understand what happened here. Yusevka doesn’t use weapons. From the time he met a werewolf, he could tell that the female doctor didn’t know how to use the weapons in her hand to fight. The holy choir hunter mentioned by Leah, as well as the twin sisters, then this looks the same as Yousefka, and it is self-evident who the woman holding the hunter’s weapon is.

"Damn... really in trouble." Zelin wiped the corner of his mouth he had touched when he turned the window, and took a sip. He dragged Amelia into a semi-comatose state to the Yusevka Clinic, but no matter how he knocked on the wooden door at the top of the second floor, he didn't respond at all. If there is no silver-haired bishop beside him who seems to be dying in the next moment, maybe he will turn and leave as before, but now he is only glad that he has not left. "Doctor, can you hear me, Yusevka?"

The female doctor did not respond. She closed her eyes and sobbed, seeming to be hit hard. The only answer to Zelin was the indifferent voice of her sister.

"Shameless outsider, get out of here right away! This is to cure the church, either leave or die here!" She obviously has the same beautiful face as Yusevka, but the female doctor's face has never appeared before. Gloomy makes this beauty greatly compromised. The younger sister’s eyes flashed with anger. Was it the anger of being interrupted by her reunion with her sister, or the anger of being prevented by the experiment in his hands? Zelin didn’t know, and he didn’t want to know, because he also had reasons for anger.

Zelin ignored her. Instead, he walked to the cart and started to untie Yusevka's belt. He did not look at the angry woman, but at Yusevka. "Listen, let me Tell you the reason why you should shut up now" The voice of the demon hunter is calm, like the sultry air before the storm. "It took me a lot to come here from the cathedral in Mission Town, along the way. Encountered a lot of troubles and dangers, but also to protect a girl who is about to die next moment. When she just over the wall, she scratched the corner of her mouth. Now I am tired and angry, and I have to meet someone holding it when I can rest. The woman whose weapon yelled at me..."

"Go away from my sister! Don't touch her with your dirty hands." Yusevka's sister held the iron weapon that can spray flames at Zelin's head. Amelia explained this before. The thing is called a musket. It seems that she was worried about splashing on Yusevka. She looked at her sister, and the twisted anger on her face instantly turned into a drunken, sweet and sick smile. "Wait for me, sister, wait for me, I will immediately, immediately Allow you to get sublimation, the most perfect sublimation, and then we don’t have to worry about any plagues, any terrible things, we can always be together"

"...Some people outside want to burn me with torches and stab me with pitchforks. They want to leave me with enthusiasm. Of course, they leave my body and the body of the girl next to me. I don't like these things at all." Zelin's fingers touched Yusevka's skin when he untied the belt, and the touch was very delicate, just like the belt that tied her. Some buckles are so precise that Zelin doesn’t know how to unfasten them quickly, so he has to use brute force

"Maybe under your constant provocation, my reason is like this belt." The demon hunter pressed his hands, and the last belt tied to his abdomen snapped and broke in half. Drop your head and throw it out like garbage"

"Go to die..."

The finger on the trigger couldn't be squeezed in the end, the angry voice stopped abruptly, and Zelin's right hand, which had just cast the Seal of Acxi, slowly lowered it. With the sound of the glass breaking, the sister's terrifying expression seemed to be erased, leaving only a dazed sluggishness on her face, and her arms holding hands were weakly slumped on both sides of her body. Zelin doesn’t know if it can be effective against those veterinarians who are irrational, but if the opponent is not completely crazy, Zelin doesn’t have to deal with him, because there is no time to waste here.

Kicked away the cane and musket on the ground, Zelin walked around behind her and slammed the back of the head with the sword hilt.

"You should learn to listen to what the elders teach"

Hearing the muffled sound of sister Yusevka slumping to the wooden floor, Zelin didn't even look at it again. He walked to Yusevka, put his hands on her shoulders and asked the doctor to sit up, and then said to her. With the flustered and helpless eyes of the female doctor

"Sister...why..."

"Yusevka, Yusevka"

"My sister...why is this..." Zelin's hand could feel Yusevka's body trembling.

"Yusefka, look at my eyes, look at me." Zelin shook the female doctor, letting her gaze rest on her body, staying on the slender eyes of the demon hunter. "Look at me, you Sefka, doctor, listen to me." The demon hunter said softly and solemnly, "There is a patient here, she needs help, she needs your help, if it weren't for you, she would definitely die. You are the only one here. Doctor, she needs you, only you can help her"

"...I'm the doctor here"

"Is the only doctor here"

"...A patient needs my help"

"Yes, she is outside, you are a doctor, we have no time"

Yusevka closed his eyes and sighed bitterly. She put one hand on the rough back of Zelin's hand, and resolutely pushed away the palm that held her. "Please help me get the clothes at the door. Your patient needs a doctor in a robe instead of just wearing white gloves and People in boots...I’m fine, go ahead and help the patient in, no, I don’t need help, I can stand up, really, I’m fine, I’m really fine"

Zelin sighed, turned and walked out of the room. The cold wind roaring outside is beating on the thin glass, constantly turning in from the gap of the window, extinguishing the last warmth in the world, extinguishing every light in Yanan, and letting it fall into the cold night forever

It blew over Yanan’s towering city spires, stroked dusty graveyard tombstones, with a peculiar stench from the forbidden forest, and knocked on the window of another hut not far from the clinic. The oil lamp outside the window swayed like a bell with the sound of the wind, like a bad omen for life, and like a pendulum clock for funerals. In the cabin, a beautiful woman in her thirties was carefully pouring fuel into the outside through the iron pipe in the house. Inside the lampshade of the oil lamp

The hut is not big. In fact, hunters are not among the wealthy people in Yanan. Not only are they not rich, they have a bad reputation. Compared with the white-robed priests in the Healing Church who are in charge of blood treatments, hunters in black robes are often criticized. Because of this, many local people in Yanan are unwilling to become hunters, and the church has to hire foreigners to become hunters. The discrimination against foreigners by the Yanan people has deepened this point, just like Father Gascoyne’s home. There were no neighbors around, a bed, a vertical cabinet, a round table by the fireplace and a few wooden chairs almost filled the entire cabin

But this is enough. As long as the husband is still there, and the well-behaved daughters are still there, whether it is a splendid castle or a board house built with a few wooden boards, it is a warm home.

The woman rubbed her straight and somewhat stiff back for a long time, and looked at her two daughters who were sitting quietly by the fireplace in love. They wore two ribbons, one white and the other red, both of them inherited the sweet appearance of their mothers when they were young. The younger sister with the red ribbon is as brave as her father Gascoigne, but it is because of her bravery and gentleness that this Yanan girl falls in love with the young Gascoigne. As for my sister, although she is a little afraid of life, everything will be fine in time.

Through the glass window, Viola-this is her name-can see her reflection, the street scene outside, and the veterinarian who wanders from time to time. How many of them are there? Fifty? One hundred? Two hundred? Or is it endless? Gascoigne left his home in the afternoon and went to the streets to fight these numerous townspeople who had been mutated due to veterinary disease. Although her husband did not stay at home with her family on such a dangerous night, Viola did not blame him. She knew that Gascoigne was saving Yanan and protecting her family. All she could do was in her heart. Pray for the safe return of her husband

But time has passed so long... Viola's face couldn't help but worry a little, she would not show it in front of her daughter, but whenever she looked out the window, the reflection of reflection kept reminding her, plus Skyne has been outside for a long, long time...

Where is he? What is he doing? Has his hunt been successful? Maybe he is celebrating his victory with other hunters, but the number of veterinarians outside is increasing. The bright moonlight seems to laugh at this poor wife who thinks the night of hunting will pass. Gascoigne will not Will already...

Viola hurriedly stopped her cranky thinking, she didn't dare to think about it anymore

Maybe she should look for her husband. The daughters will be safe to stay at home. Maybe Gascoigne is injured and needs someone to take care of him. Viola knew that he shouldn't cause trouble to her husband, but when her husband is in danger, how can she stay at home with peace of mind...

Besides, the incense at home is running out

"Mom, mom"

The daughter's voice interrupted Viola's worries. She turned her head and saw that the daughter with the red ribbon had walked behind her at some unknown time, "Mom, when will he come back Dad?"

At the round table, although the younger daughter's sister was lying on the table, she couldn't hide from Viola's eyes. She's also worried about her father

"Don't worry, my dear" Viola knelt down and stroked her little daughter's forehead like a pet. "Your father, he...he will be back soon. Maybe he was just chatting with Uncle Henrik so he was delayed. Some time, don’t worry, if you are sleepy, go to sleep for a while. Mom will go out and call your father who forgot the time to chat with your friends and call home. It’s late and he can’t stay outside anymore. When you grow up, you must remember to tell your husband not to come home late~"

"Mom..."

"Okay, okay, wait at home, I will bring your father back with you soon. Then we will have dinner together to celebrate your great father saving Yanan, how about it?"

PS: Yesterday’s rewards and monthly tickets really made us flattered... I always feel that we can make a list of hundreds of words of thanks. In short, I really don’t know what to use to express my gratitude. I’d better add more as much as possible. I’m really grateful to Zizi!

Chapter 89 The Terrible Things

Fortunately, Amelia’s situation temporarily stabilized

The equipment in the clinic is not complete. Yusevka explained that most of her medical equipment here was sent from the church town, including blood therapy equipment and medicine, but it was about one before the start of the hunting night. In January, Church Town did not send anything. The Yanan Center is just like what Zelin saw. There is no factory or workshop here. The whole town is like a baby who needs blood from the umbilical cord. Everything depends on the church town. But thinking of Amelia, who was infected with the veterinary plague, and the sister of a female doctor who seemed a little abnormal in spirit, Zelin's suspicion of this healing church became more and more serious in his heart.

Amelia has been in a semi-conscious and semi-conscious state, which is normal because she has lost too much blood. The original purple bruises on her body had turned dark black when Yusevka and Zelin put her on the surgical cart, and many areas began to swell, and it felt like touching rotten tomatoes across the skin. It might be a blood vessel rupture. Zelin knew something about it. He had heard about this situation when he had a conversation with soldiers who had come down from the battlefield, or a disabled veteran. A person attacked by a hammer may not leave an external injury through the armor, but the internal injury that is invisible to the naked eye is the most serious.

The advice given by Yusevka is blood therapy. The female doctor believes in the effects of blood therapy very much. Although she is not a real blood therapist and has not had the opportunity to learn much about blood therapy, like other Yanan people, Yusevka believes that blood therapy can solve all problems. And her clinic confirmed this sentence---Zelin did not find any medicine from it, only glass bottles and blood transfusion equipment in different shapes.

"I don't think a bottle of blood can be stored for a month. Is this really... effective"

"Believe me, blood will make everyone better, it has never been wrong for decades, absolutely effective"

Zelin clamped the slender glass bottle with two fingers. Yusevka said it was a blood sampling bottle. The blood was left by a cured patient before leaving. The dark red blood inside followed Zelin's wrist. Rotate and swing back and forth.

The volume of the blood sampling bottle is not small. Normal people will feel dizzy if they take blood three times in a row, and not all Yanan people can tolerate the feeling of losing blood. The less blood is used in the first two months, female doctors used to It is hoped that patients will leave some blood after recovery so that later patients can use it. However, few people are willing to keep it.

The other hand held the puffy right hand of the silver-haired bishop. Amelia would wake up from a coma from time to time and say a few meaningless words to Zelin, but this proves that she still retains human consciousness. An Inkross sapphire worth one hundred crowns held in her hand, and Zelin had wondered more than once when this gem would be used to save a cursed noble rich businessman, or contact a relative of a minister. The curse, this commission can at least bring him a reward to buy five or even six of the same gems again

But he used it for things that couldn't be counted as a commission. Of course, Zelin would not regret it. For many years, the work of the demon hunter was to swing the sword, then swing the sword to kill more monsters, sometimes Still have to kill people, although all this is in the name of saving people.

Once when Zelin was still young, he firmly believed that what he did was right. The world is simple. Save people. Then monsters must die. Monsters in human skin must die too. To those rumors that slander the demon hunter Ze Lin always sneered. For example, they are just a group of killing machines made by warlocks. If there are no monsters, they will kill people. Every night, they will communicate with witches about human anatomy.

But later, the times have changed and it is no longer so simple. People who are well-dressed may be behind the scenes, while the ugly goblins outside will help passers-by free of charge. Everything can no longer be seen on the surface, just like sitting in a wheelchair. The lame old man named Dungar may be a **** of war, but the kind old man will actually steal your time, so things are no longer so simple

Zelin is not a pedantic person, he has experienced a lot, and he knows the necessity of change. Sometimes what really needs to be changed is not just the fighting style or fighting tools, but the heart. The original intention of the demon hunter to kill the monster is to save people, just like what he did to Amelia. If you forget this original intention, then the demon hunter and the killing machine are really no different.

Suddenly, the special touch from Zelin's palm interrupted his thoughts. There is something in Amelia’s palm. The demon hunter’s touch is very keen. He holds the silver-haired bishop’s hand. There seems to be something in it. The densely packed things are moving, just in the blood that overflows after the blood vessel ruptures, which is very strange. It stands to reason that there will be no such thing in the blood, even if it is a clotted blood, it will not give people such a touch. Zelin held his breath and put the blood sampling bottle aside, holding Amelia's right hand with both hands, closing his eyes and carefully feeling the situation inside.