The Journey of the Demon Hunter

A young girl sits motionless on the left under the steps of the church, leaning on the unnamed plant with her back. She is very slender and pale, like exquisite ceramics. The style of the clothes is not what Zelin has seen. The dark brown simple long skirt extends to the calf, revealing the cowhide leather boots underneath. If the decoration of the lower body is understandable, then the clothes on the upper body make Zelin a little unpredictable and loose. Shawls, sleeves like trumpets, layered together, may some people agree with the artistic sense of this kind of clothes, but in terms of practicality, it is estimated that no one would be willing to wear this clothes through the forest or bushes.

She has a beautiful appearance, with long and soft white hair hanging down from her temples, shaking gently, Zelin's vision is a bit blurred, he is very sleepy, sleepy and tired, took a few deep breaths, but found that it was full of flowers. The smell not only didn't make him sober, but instead became more sleepy

"Where is this..."

Zelin stood up and patted the dust on the knees of the leather pants. The surrounding area was still quiet, occasionally a little wind blew, but it only brought a slight coolness. A fence from Zelin's location was an open space. The white petals under the huge oak tree moved slightly with the breeze, and in conjunction with the endless mist around it, it was like a fairyland. Maybe it's not fog, but...clouds? Many huge columns stand around the garden, but they are far away from here, and the shape can only be seen roughly through the white mist and forest.

"Hello"

Zelin raised his hand, greeted the girl kindly, and walked towards her at the same time. When a few fallen leaves on the ground were stepped on, they rustled, but when they stood in front of the opponent, the eyebrows of the demon hunter were disappointed. He noticed the ball-shaped joints on the fingers of the doll. This doll is too realistic. If you don’t walk into the observation, it’s hard to imagine a doll that can do it like this.

It's just a puppet

"It's a pity"

With a regretful sigh, Zelin turned and looked at the small church ahead

The doll’s eyelids quivered slightly, but no one saw it

After bypassing the doll, Zelin stepped up the stairs step by step. He knew there was only one puppet around him, but this still couldn't eliminate his vigilance. He has heard that some sorcerers have the ability to affect dreams. It only takes a few days to prepare for the spell, and they can make the target dream of what needs to be dreamed. Although this place seemed a bit out of place as a warlock’s lair, he absolutely didn’t believe that someone would be able to leave the Yusevka Clinic without realizing it and come to a place he had never seen before.

But all of this is too real. Zelin stepped on the stone slab under his foot, and the clear touch always told him that this place is real, whether it is a garden, a church, a stone road, or this wooden door that is about to be pushed open.

The church is still empty

The church is very small, in other words, it can only be called a chapel. A humanoid statue stands in the deepest part of the church, about ten steps from the door. There was a thin layer of dust on the ground, and the action of pushing the door made them fly into the air again. The candles are still burning. It stands to reason that it should be very dim here, but the interior of the church is extremely bright. It seems that only the candles and the moonlight shining through the skylight can compare with the sun's rays.

When Zelin saw what was inside, he realized that instead of calling it a church, it was a chapel that was used as a warehouse. Some old boxes were lying on the ground. Their material was very strange. They were not wood or steel, but something similar to paper. This kind of paper was very hard, but it could still be torn apart, so Zelin tore off a piece. Tuck it inside the waist belt. It’s unbelievable that some people would use paper to make boxes. These can be torn apart and are neither waterproof nor set fire. The paper is used as storage boxes. It can only be said to be strange thinking.

Compared with the box material, the dim red stones flowing out of it are not so attractive.

Excluding the box, there are still some dusty bookcases around. It seems that there is still a place similar to a workbench. Maybe someone is processing it here, but many tools, either Zelin doesn’t know it, or the same as his cognition, are already there. It is so damaged that it cannot be used. The candle was burning, and he did not see the wax tears. This place is probably abandoned as a chapel and workshop for a long time, but the air in the chapel does not have the stale smell of uninhabited people for a long time.

Strange, what other words can describe here besides strange

Reading the book he pulled out of the bookcase, Zelin shook his head and put it back.

Can't understand a word

Obviously he had no problem communicating with Yusevka and Amelia and others, but these strange words looked like graffiti, which made people uncomfortable at all. He thought this place would be the same as the books on the Yusevka bookcase. They were all praises to the Healing Church. However, Zelin was wrong. All of them were symbols similar to hieroglyphs, peculiar symbols.

The Griffin insignia of the Demon Hunter begins to buzz

"Hmm... I know that my feelings can't be wrong, whether it's looking for monsters or investigating evil spirits, my instincts have always been very accurate." Zelin pulled out the silver sword behind his back and turned around. I don't know when, the church The small door on the left was pushed open, and an old man sitting in an old-style wheelchair with a wide-brimmed hat appeared at the door. He was holding a cane in his hand and one foot was broken, leaving only A wooden stick used as a prosthesis.

The old man looks very capable, although his age makes him no longer what he used to be, but Zelin can imagine how strong he looked when he was young. He coughed a few times, and his hoarse and low voice sounded weird. "Well, don't get excited, I'm just an old man without any threat, an old man, come to his garden and see who the intruder is. Not too much."

"I don't know why I came here"

Evil spirits? Wraith? No...not like

"I don't want to stay here anymore"

Human... it's not like human

"When the time is up, I will leave naturally, I have no intention of offending"

The sound of the Griffin's emblem stopped abruptly

"Leave?" The old man coughed in a low voice, sounding a little weak. "Well, Yanan is a hospitable place. We welcome you to join. Come on, join Yanan. You only need a little dim blood to make a deal with us. A contract, as long as you unlock the secrets hidden here, you can get endless treasures...treasures"

"It sounds like a meat pie filled with poison" Zelin's mouth was sullen, and his arm holding the silver sword did not relax at all. The demon hunter kept this old man a sufficient distance. "This is not a good idea, if it is I, I will bring out some things first, so as to better lure the prey into the trap, in fact, you might as well tell me how much money I can make for this is more exciting."

"Enough gold to allow you to stay?"

"Of course not"

"It's a pity...that is, the negotiation broke down?"

The Griffin Sign of the Demon Hunter trembles again

"It's really regrettable." Zelin pinched his waist and clearly felt the outline of the magic bomb under the leather jacket. "I'm sorry, the negotiation broke down, Mr. Kidnapper."

Chapter One Hundred Twenty Pieces of Incense

The tremor of the emblem made him a little irritable

Zelin was no longer a young man who would rush up with a sword when he saw an enemy. The hand holding the silver sword slowly lowered, but he did not retract the sword. From the outside, he was just a handicapped old man with inconvenient legs, no weapons, and no threat. But how many old people can calm down under the threat of a swordsman? The demon hunter thought that the string was pressed to the tightest, but he told him that it was just what he thought

"Maybe... don't you think that an old man who has worked so hard to take care of the garden, is not a matter of course to have some trivial curiosity when he finds pests in the garden, cough cough" The old man's walking stick hammered the wooden floor and made a sound "Nice weapon, um, silver, pure silver is not a good option"

What is his reliance on, is his own powerful force? This kind of thinking makes Zelin feel very uncomfortable

"But for some things, this is a good option." The ancient Luen characters were engraved on the Griffon silver sword, but the characters were extremely dim at this time. There is something weird here that is exerting an influence. Zelin didn't know what it was or what went wrong. He has used this long sword for a long time, but this is the first time he has seen it

"Maybe... I haven't picked up my old business for a long time." The old man put his hands on the crutches, and the brim of his hat was so low that Zelin couldn't see his eyes when he stood upright. The young man suggested, ahem, Lawrence is not coming again, I can't do it anymore, oh~ But I think if I do something with this old bone, I can still do something."

Zelin didn't say a word, he bypassed the old man and walked to the wooden door on the left side of the chapel. Stretching out and looking out, the outside scenery remains the same. On the left side of the door, there is a small water tank carved from white marble. The water tank is shaped like a goblet. Nothing

"This is really a peculiar place" Zelin leaned on the door frame and looked into the distance with emotion. The strong smell of gunpowder in the air just seems to have never existed, but the emblem is still buzzing

"This is the hunter's dream and the home of the hunters. If you are willing to make an agreement, this place can be yours, including the doll outside." The voice of the old man sounds tempting, compared with Yanan and Church Town , Here is undoubtedly paradise. Without veterinary disease, the townspeople will suddenly jump out of the corner to kill you, and there will be no mutant crows and big dogs that will pounce on you, bite you, peck your eyes, and don’t worry about whether you will suddenly be infected with the plague. , Become a terrible monster

"Dreamland..." Zelin chewed the word and reached into the pool with one hand. The water is so cold that I can’t touch it. "I have no experience in gardening, because no one would want to let a person like me deal with these flowers and plants. In fact, I understand that I don’t have the ability and experience to deal with these things, but there is I know a little bit"

"Oh?"

"I don't think gardeners will talk nonsense with pests"

The old man did not move at all, and the windbreaker on his body did not move at all.

"What are you waiting for"

"You are smarter than them, a foreigner" the old man murmured, "Why don't you leave obediently? Yes, a piece of Yanan's standard incense can burn for exactly one day."

"What do you know!" Zelin suddenly turned his head. The meaning of the old man’s words is very clear. The only thing that affects him from leaving this world is time. The old man knows this, which means he knows about the portal. This matter is very important. He came. The purpose here is to cover up the existence of the portal. However, there was no figure behind him, no old man, no wheelchair, only the doll stood in front of him, and the idol of the person considered dead stood in front of him like an ordinary person, looking at him tenderly.

"Sorry, kind hunter, I hope you can be safe"

I remember someone told him

If you think that the negotiation is about to fail, especially in the enemy's territory, then prepare for battle as soon as possible. Who knows if they will just drive you away next or whether they intend to let you stay completely. Because you can’t expect that the person who might draw the sword next moment will be kind enough to ask you to stay and drink beer and eat caviar, and you can’t expect to trust whether you can go out completely in the future and the other party will abide by the rules of war and chivalry. Up

Zelin thinks this sentence is very correct

So he woke up

His eyes were dry and painful as if burned by the sun. The cold sweat had completely wetted the inner lining of the leather armor. Zelin breathed in the warm air from the Yusefka Clinic and roughly pulled the belt on his body. At this moment, the demon hunter seemed to have just walked out of the desert, and he had no doubt that after a while, even with his physical fitness, he would not be able to avoid dehydration. He just wants to take off the leather armor now and let himself radiate excess temperature like a burning body