The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Of course not" Zelin pulled out the wooden chair to face the elf.

"I think I'm very familiar with your humans. I haven't been to any of your human countries, haven't you?" The sorcerer put down the mug and waved her right hand in front of her, as if she was drinking some bitter herbal juice.

"He will lie outside, and then the people around the tavern will pass and take away the valuable things from him, a coin or two, a silver ring. Then, there will be the idle townspeople, who will take the leftovers. Something underneath, such as cowhide hats, moccasins, and the like. In the end, there will be some curious children who will run over, surround him, take away some more fun things, some small things that can be used as toys. By the next day, if he is lucky, he will only feel aches all over his body. If he goes home and drink some hot water, he will be fine. If he is not lucky, he will catch a cold and even hide his life."

"Don't his family care about him?"

"You think people who care about the family, don't beat their wives, and think about the education of their sons will come and drink unconscious at this late hour."

Zelin sat in the tavern, asking for nothing. He originally asked if there was brown bread, as long as it was not dry and could be used as a brick, then the fat Longfellow with a big belly told Zelin that he could be thrown into the Ponta River for free. So Zelin shrugged and sat down in front of Francesca. It seems that because of the influx of many people, Longfellow no longer sells things like bread or apples, but instead sells meat that he doesn't know when to throw into the cellar to mercenaries. Think about it, too, when there are customers who can buy meat, why bother to recruit ordinary customers, even if they have previously provided a considerable income for this tavern.

Now, Longfellow was hiding behind the counter, bending over and carefully wiping the imitation silver plate, raising his eyelids from time to time to glance at the location of the wizard warlock. Was it because of the identity of the elf Francesca or the identity of the warlock that made him uncomfortable, wondering whether it was both. But whenever he encountered Zelin's twisted pupils, his uncomfortable eyes immediately shifted to the female singer who had only been hired in the tavern in the past few days.

It’s a pity that Zelin can’t hear what she’s singing. Maybe it’s better to hear her. The demon hunter noticed that most of the people’s attention is not on the singing. The appearance of the singer must be worth the price.

"Have you found a lodging room? I don't think Longfellow is like someone who sells under-supply rooms to elves."

"I said, I am very familiar with your humans." Francesca smiled slyly. "He told me that there was no room in the hotel, and then sold the room to two knights of the White Rose Knights in front of me, so I After the knight left, he lit his ledger and told him to think about the appearance of his hair and beard lit up like the ledger, so he said, I can find my room on the second floor."

Zelin had been to the floating port, so he knew this hotel and knew this tavern.

"So you didn't find the room~ Come to my room tonight. I just want to tell you about the other world and the portal, although I can bet that it is definitely the narrowest room against the corner. But there must be a warm bed that will not freeze the bones, and I also have a lot of questions to ask you. "Zelin turned his head, Longfellow started staring at the female singer's chest again." It seems that someone is very interested here. "

"Vatt\'ghern, don't you understand my lingua franca?" Francesca's slender fingers crossed together. "My room is on the second floor, Dh\'oine. He is really unfriendly, but I think he I don't have the guts to run out of my room to eavesdrop."

"So you really don't understand this, and you don't understand Dh\'oine in your mouth" Zelin shrugged.

"Is there any problem? I haven't visited the room yet, but I heard that the second floor is not so noisy. It must be good..."

"The second floor is a brothel."

"..."

"The invitation is valid so far."

"Dh\'oine... let's go, go to your room."

PS: The frantic exam week has finally passed, eh. Until July 10th, it won’t be as short as in the past few days...Is it really short that more than 2,000 words are really short?

Chapter 126 Night Talk

This room, how can I say it, compares well with the environment in the castle, at least there is a solid wood bed that will not fall apart when you lie on it. There is also a wooden barrel. The hotel provides hot water. Although the price is expensive, it is almost the same as the price of beer, but the travelers who bumped down the road will not mind how much money they spend. They are happy to soak in the hot water and wash off the boat. The river water splashed on the body from time to time, as well as the sweat on the body. Especially women, they seem to prefer to clean up their bodies. Zelin can responsibly say that the rumor in the southern empire that northerners never bathe is absolutely false.

"That world feels terrible to me, or that town feels terrible to me."

With a towel around Zelin's waist, he told the wizard warlock most of the things he had encountered in Yanan, especially about the plague and dreams. Zelin selectively ignores some less important things, such as the clinic, the priest and the chapel. Francesca probably wasn't in the mood to listen to the story.

"Sounds bad".

The wizard wizard was across the street, but not at the wooden table, but in a wooden bucket filled with hot water. What is being recorded with pen and paper, of course, does not require human control. This is the convenience brought by magic and the convenience for the warlock. She said that these were all things to be presented to the Order, although Zelin had reservations about how much the Elf Sorceress would tell the Sorcerer Order of the Sneider Island, just as he did not tell the Elf everything. .

The demon hunter faced the barrel. He heard the sound of water splashing, he also saw a sponge floating in mid-air, and he could even hear Francesca's voice, but there was only a wooden barrel and hot water in front of him.

He leaned back on the bed, his body was rare to relax. Francesca gave him a part of gold coins from the Warlock Order, a thousand fraternities. According to Zelin's exchange rate before he left, it could be exchanged for more than three hundred crowns. But compared to Krone or Oren, Zelin hoped that the warlock could directly give himself Oren. First of all, people still like Oren coins in the floating port. Secondly, taking out the coins of the Nilfgaard Empire here is tantamount to telling others that there are empires from the south. Although Zelin is not himself, he does not Suspect, if he let the people around him know that he had Nilfgaard's coins, he would definitely not be able to stay here.

When he talked about clothing style and weapon style, the quill of the record suddenly stopped.

"Well, it's very interesting. The flashy flintlock is not even as practical as the most basic magic."

"That thing is called a musket, it's a kind of...".

"Don't pay attention to these details, Demon Hunter. The records on Ain Dixie's white boat far exceed what you have seen, well, go on."

Zelin sat up and continued to tell the rest.

More and more soap bubbles appeared from the hot water in the tub, and the bath water splashed out of the tub. Suddenly, something caught the eye of the demon hunter. He looked closely and saw a curvy silhouette wrapped in soap foam. The perfect curves and contours are like exquisite statues of masters of art, whether in terms of art or other aspects, this is something to be admired.

"Go on" came a urging voice from the void on the curve.

"Well, let me think about it, the weirdest thing is probably the moon...".

The wooden scoop pours down the hot water again. He recalls the last blood moon, while subconsciously touching his forehead and the corner of his eyes. Try not to add your own subjective guesses in the narrative. Sometimes it is useless to join. Warlocks generally have a long lifespan. When he once chatted with some female warlocks, they even mentioned that Novigrad was still a forest. The long life has brought them a lot of useful knowledge, at least not a demon hunter who has only lived for more than a hundred years and spent most of his time thinking about how to solve the food problem in the future.

Especially in front of me, this is not only a sorcerer, but also a more long-lived elf, although Francesca’s age is considered young among the elf.

The following narrative is plain and unremarkable, and the elf occasionally interrupts the demon hunter and asks a few questions, but sometimes her questions are too profound, and Zelin can't give him the answer. Not long after, Zelin heard a snap of his fingers, and the thread pulling the quill pen seemed to be broken. The pen was lying on the table and the papyrus paper was rolled together.

"Your contribution is worth a thousand francs."

"I would prefer it to be three hundred crowns."

"It's not likable to pretend to be stubborn." The towel fell on the edge of the bathtub with a snap, and the water splashed on the floor. From the damp footprints on the ground, the female warlock's footprints could be seen.

"You have spells, right, open a portal for me and go back to the castle." Zelin turned his head and looked at the cloth bag that was placed aside, containing a lot of gold coins. If you are just lying on the bed and counting the gold coins, these numbers will indeed make people happy physically and mentally. But once he considered the problem of getting on the road, Zelin was very worried about whether the **** could run with so many gold coins. One thousand Fron coins can't be compared with the most valuable Krona in shape, size and color, but the weight of a thousand coins should not be underestimated, at least it is not a problem to smash people to the head.

"Demon hunter, do you know that, once, an Al Sadoen named Arawak put forward a theory" The clothes hanging around flew onto the invisible figure of Francesca as if they were attracted , But only a part of the clothes that came flying. "Do you know what is the biggest weakness for the longevity race".

"Boring".

"No, it's the enjoyment of the body." The female elf's figure gradually emerged from the air, and she waved again, and the water splashing on the ground in the room disappeared. Typical elves cast "the celestial spheres converge, and then two races with similar appearances and aesthetics appeared, at least for Ain Dixie. Those elven men who were tired of boring elven women began to like those who reacted strongly. The human women, and the elven women, began to indulge in the human men who are always full of power and vitality. We began to believe that the two races can coexist peacefully until the tragedy of Laura Hidfield appeared."

Zelin dragged his chin with one hand and leaned forward slightly. "You always like to lament the past, Francesca, this is not a good thing. Personally, the past is the past, we can remember it, but indulge in history. , It will only be regarded as eyes that should have been sober."

"Hmm~ Demon Hunter, I think it is necessary to give you some historical knowledge." The Elf Warlock rubbed his forehead. "Let's go, I will open the portal so that two people can pass through. We'd better stay in the castle tonight. , It’s quiet there, and I prefer the environment there.”

"Do you like the wilderness more than a warm bed?" the demon hunter asked rhetorically.

"You don't need to go" Francesca glanced at the wooden door.

"I don't think I'm stupid" Zelin shrugged.

"Do you have any plans to stay in the floating harbor" Francesca asked as she walked into the portal.

"Well, compared to solving the ghosts in the floating port, I want to go to Kyle Mohan first...".

The eavesdropper outside the door failed to hear the next conversation. Longfellow tipped his ears tightly to the door panel, and the money bag embroidered with the emblem of the Knights of White Rose was hanging around his waist.

PS: Alright, okay, I will try to be as long as possible until the holiday starts (=.=)

Chapter 127 Relics

The Pontal Valley is not a good place for fishing.

Sometimes it’s not a catfish that bites the hook, or a water ghost with an empty stomach, or a monster that is really interested in bait, such as an octopus monster, which is almost the same as an octopus. Can a creature that is several meters in size be attributed? Monsters have always been controversial. Some Biologists in Osenfurt believe that these monsters did not come here with the celestial spheres, but were native creatures. But the warlocks believed that the octopus monster contained toxins and water ghosts. The monsters are similar, they may come from the same world. Of course, scholars’ controversy is meaningless for the demon hunter. Someone issues a commission for the octopus monster, and the demon hunter will accept the commission and kill them. This is enough.

Local people are aware of the dangers in the river, but it does not include those who have just arrived in the floating port, such as those who have no money to stay in a shop but do not want to be hungry.

"Oh! I caught it, I caught it!".

Suddenly, a brown bearded dwarf yelled happily.