The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Which neuropathy is yelling in the middle of the night?!" The window on the second floor of the wooden house suddenly opened. Zelin turned his head, only to find that the light from the lantern made the face of the man on the second floor difficult to see. He could only see the outline. . The man was roaring angrily, "Pat your heads well before calling the next sentence, **** fool! Get out! Get out, you drunks get out now! Lao Tzu’s crossbow is already loaded! Whoever wants his head to bloom? Call me again!"

However, only the sound of the river water responded below.

"What a bad luck! I can meet these **** who should be drowned in the river anytime" he complained loudly, and the lantern almost lit his eyes when the window was opened, but because of this, he couldn't. Seeing clearly what happened on the riverbank, he was not interested in understanding. After all, this is a port, chaotic, dirty, profitable, and many people carry money with them.

"Hug, sorry, Master Melman" After a while, a slow apology came from the river bank, but he had already returned to his fortress with the crossbow.

Melman took a small step and checked the iron rod stuck on the sling winch again. This was a guarantee of safety. The port is not safe here. If crossing the thinker’s gate is to enter another world, then coming to the port is also entering another world. This is Rydania, a country whose destiny is determined by birth and blood. Legally, a well-born beggar is actually no different from a rich and powerful, but this is what makes Melman, this one holding an oil lamp, squatting. The waist of the man is unbearable. Until someone told him that in Nilfgaard, in the empire that the northerners hated, he could get a life many times better than now, and the price was just a little thing.

A little, trivial thing.

Looking at the closed window, Zelin can at least confirm that this person called Merman is by no means a professional spy agent, but an informant at best.

The demon hunter looked at the obese man leaning on the fence with a confused look. His three accomplices fell unconscious on the ground. "Then, you must know what the people in this house do, tell me, tell I'm about here."

"I... uh, I..."

The man struggled to stand up, covering his mouth with one hand, not understanding why he said an apology just now. The other hand touched the short sword at his waist, but he caught nothing.

"Merman, what does he do? Someone often visits him recently, what do you do, tell me, all" Zelin waved his hand again, and Yaxie Fayin once again blocked the man's eyes. Soon, many things came out of his mouth.

On the fence not far away, the owl flicked its ears, flapped its wings again, and flew into the town under the continuous drizzle.

Chapter 143 Volunteer

Night

"Meierman, his place of birth is unknown, his age is about forty, and he came to Osenfurt in the past five years. He is currently living in the port. He is a doctor. He is a bit famous. People near the port often look for him because he sells a lot of medicines. It is cheap and effective. But according to what I know from around the port, Merman, known as the master, did not a doctor but a wharf chores when he first arrived at the floating port. But suddenly one day, he knew how to see a doctor. Now, the fishy hut is filled with all kinds of medicines.”

Melman is considered a somewhat famous person near the pier, because he is the only person near him who can treat people. Although he can't give any advice on his condition, those strange drugs are always effective. It’s not that no one cares why Herman suddenly possessed these things, but after the local eternal fire priest announced that it was a miracle of eternal fire, all the doubts disappeared.

"This miracle is worth fifty crowns"

Zelin was eating crabs from Kerviel. These crabs were still crawling on the bottom of the sea the day before yesterday. They were brought to the table today. It can be seen that teleportation is a great invention. But King Wizmir’s magic tax made the price of these foods that need to be kept fresh soaring. The demon hunter was very surprised that he could eat crabs, although he even wanted to change the food he ate into krona.

The banquet hall of the college is a good place. Zelin doesn't know what philosophy people can do, but one thing is certain, people will refuse to discuss philosophy with them, but they will not refuse to participate in a banquet. Everyone likes banquets. When Zelin completes some local lord’s entrustment and returns to the castle to deliver the task, he will always find himself in a banquet. A group of brightly dressed people are waiting in line to talk to the owner of the castle. The demon hunter had to carry the cloth bag holding the monster’s head and waited behind. In most cases, Zelin entered the banquet hall because he was looking for someone, and this time was no exception.

"No benches"

Zelin shook his head

"And the food is terrible"

The demon hunter leaned against the corner. Unlike traditional banquet tables, which are placed in the shape of a horseshoe, the wooden table is placed in a T shape in the middle of the hall. There are no wooden chairs. People can only stand and attend the banquet. The professors and students in the college wear neat clothes and tirelessly. In front of the dining table, the tapestry on the wall, wandering around the carefully framed paintings, taking food from the dining table from time to time. People say that this is the latest style of banquet. This kind of decoration allows people to walk around freely and communicate with each other, instead of letting people’s buttocks be fixed on a small chair and can only chat with people around them.

Well, the people in the college have a lot of whimsical ideas in all aspects

"I guess I have found where the missing medicine from the college went, and I inquired about the selling price of Herman. It is too cheap, and any fisherman can afford it. This can only prove that he got the price of the medicine. Cheaper than this"

Zelin glanced across the table, and finally stopped on a large green peas. There are no barbecues, no bonfires, only beautifully decorated foods placed on more exquisite silver plates. They are better than the works of the masters, but Zelin found himself still that way after eating a lot of things. Hungry, he really doubts whether the chefs only consider making the food look good and not considering whether it can satisfy their hunger. He would rather smell the torch and grilled meat and sit at the traditional table soaked in beer and gravy.

He originally thought Milo was here, but when he came to the banquet hall, he was told that Rasti was still in the laboratory. However, two biology professors wanted to discuss with him certain creatures fifty years ago. The two professors were children at that time, but Zelin has almost traveled from the Dragon Mountains to Vikvaro, and to the west coast. All the land in the Koraz Desert. So he was invited into the banquet hall

It turns out that the demon hunter is not a good storyteller

Fortunately, just as Zelin was about to leave, he ran into Milo who was pulled over by a few young enthusiasm, so that he could eat crabs. Originally, Rasti didn't want to come

"If you have access to medicines, you will go to the docks. The scope is getting smaller and smaller. You only need to inquire and you can know who it is."

Zelin clapped his hands and looked at Professor Halfling, "I need to go to the dock and wait until the next time I can catch it directly at the dock."

A flash of lightning flashed in the night sky, and the cat lying on the attic screamed, the hair of the whole body upright, waving its paw threateningly at the intruder at the door. There were no candles or other lighting tools in the wooden house. Raindrops hit the roof one after another and made a thumping sound, like the footsteps of ghosts, but also as if hitting directly on the heart, causing Ollie Ruben to shrink his neck subconsciously. Fortunately, When he opened the door, he didn't have a machete to take his head, or he was slammed from behind. He is very old, still working for the intelligence department of Redania, and he has not tasted the taste of being stabbed in the back. It’s really lucky.

Closing the door like a normal person, Ollie Ruben's long-term professional habit made him repeatedly confirm whether there are stalkers in the alley behind him. He has been working for Dikoscher for many years. In this country where value is judged by descent, it is surprising that Dikoscher, as a civilian, can climb to the position of the leader of the Redania agent, but it is because of Dikoscher. Koscher, Ollie will stay here to continue working when he is old, instead of finding a remote place to prepare for retirement. Although the place where he came at this time is remote enough, but for the underground stronghold, behind the hotel 'S warehouse is really not a good meeting place

"What's the news from above"

The man with burns on his face walked out of the shadows. Ollie knew him. The spy in Osenfurt, the scars on his face were bestowed by the Kowinders. He was veteran and experienced. For Osenforte, who was close to Tritog, he was a qualified person in charge. Spies from other countries, since they have entered Osenforte, it is inevitable that they will not think about entering Tritog. The task of Ollie Ruben and these spies is to defend the country’s capital from being secretly protected. All kinds of people invaded

"The most reliable news, those Southerners have reached here too." Ollie cleared his throat, but his voice was still so low that he had forgotten what a loud speech was. These things have nothing to do with him. "It's on the dock." Come on, but I don’t know how many of them are and who they are. Beggars, merchants, fishermen, sailors, but it’s not important, you know what I mean.”

"Wharf? That dirty place." The man sipped on the ground, his face began to distort the scars. I can’t run away either. When the day after tomorrow, Orsenfurt’s gallows will be able to hang a new corpse.”

"Don't be so excited, knocking down a wall will scare all the rats away." Ruben touched the corner of his mouth. "Find some capable people and dress up. Treat it as an accident. It has nothing to do with Ridania, but there are rumors about the dock. Someone in the area colluded with the empire, so the enthusiastic patriots attacked the dock. Bring weapons, find the man who coveted Nilfgaard’s gold, the floating house, and all the people who would go there, and grab his accomplices. . But remember, it’s not Radania’s actions, but the voluntary actions of the patriots, understand?”

"Understand, act voluntarily"

PS: Hmm.... The update is a bit slow in the past two days, no way. I have just cleared Warhammer Total War in the past few days_(:зゝ∠)_If there is no problem next, the update speed will be restored.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Four

Liander is an old man, once a messenger

He is old, he still remembers the days when he worked for the brawler King Berhat, and he still remembers the appearance of the bald Ladovide IV when he died. Because as a messenger he must have a golden mind, remember all the things that need to be remembered, and forget certain things as quickly as possible. Some things are too important to believe in the paper, so the messenger must narrate them in person. A messenger can be intercepted, killed by robbers, eaten by beasts, torn to pieces by monsters, and is likely to die in the next moment. At that time, letters with important information will be lost, but if all the information is recorded in the messenger In the head, at least it can be ensured that it will not leak. But the messenger must be able to jostle all the way, and be able to narrate all the words completely after sleeping and sleeping.

So Leander’s memory is very good. The golden mind and the bones that will never be broken apart by the horse's bumps allowed him to serve Redania for more than forty years, until magic and warlocks took away his career.

Some people are preaching that magic is a good thing, but Liandel really can’t get too much affection for magic and warlocks in advance.

It takes half a month from Van Geborg to Tritog. If the messenger's horse is lame or dead, it will take longer for the letter to be delivered. Any error can lead to incomplete information, but magic does not have this. Worries. Magic information will arrive at the destination accurately, complete, and efficiently, without getting lost or lost. Now there are warlocks everywhere, who cares about an old messenger, even if he has been on the road for decades

So the old messenger was fired, and he could only stay in his own home, a wooden house near the port in Osenfurt, sitting at the door, blowing the sea breeze from the west. He is really old and can no longer rely on physical strength to make money. As for his two sons, one died on the battlefield, the other started a business on the sea, and it took a long time to come back to visit him.

"Meerman" the old messenger was smoking a cigarette. "He is a good person. At least he will sell me medicines instead of messy things. Are you going to buy medicines too?"

"Well, I went to him for medicine." Zelin came to the dock early the next morning, waiting for Herman to put down the suspension bridge. The next thing is best done silently. The demon hunter does not want to attract too much attention. "When will he open the door? I have been waiting for a long time. How long will I have to wait? This **** weather is always there. It might get the clothes wet" he complained like a normal person.

"Don't worry, young man." The old messenger flicked off the ash at the end of the cigarette. "Are young people so impatient now?" Zelin ordered a razor last night to clean his beard and save the cost of a haircut. "Doctor, They all have all kinds of things, but they always make sense. Just like when I broke my leg when I was young, a doctor advised me to treat it with leeches. Another time, I got caught in the rain while sending the letter and sent it. I had a high fever. A doctor gave me bloodletting treatment. They never told me why I did it, but in the end I got better. Young people nowadays always use weird words like science and medicine, as well as the magicians. It’s a miracle that the old man is outdated, they don’t understand tradition at all, and respect the doctor."

"Maybe you are right." Zelin didn't want to argue with others. "Merman...Master" met the eyes of the messenger, and the demon hunter reluctantly added the title of "Master" to the quack doctor's name "Is there anyone who won't open the door one day?" At that time, I was wondering if I would just catch up with a bad day"

"I don’t know." The messenger’s attention was again on the cigarette. "You can knock on the door, um, do you see the rattle on the fence? Take a few hard shots, and Master Melman will come with a crossbow. Entertain you, and then quickly state your purpose before the **** blooms, and it’s okay."

"It seems that his medical skills are as famous as the crossbow?"

"At least after he often came out with a crossbow, I rarely heard drunk drunks singing and cursing loudly at night. They sang and cursed sounded like the same thing," the messenger said unhurriedly. "Some people didn't believe me at first. , Said he was going to burn Master Melman’s house, and then received a few arrows, and then they were honest. You ask me what I think? What else can I think. The crossbow can’t shoot me, can someone give those guys One lesson is a good thing. They swayed the city all day in the province, and almost forgot that this pier was for the loyalty of His Majesty the King, not their territory. Alas~ young people nowadays"

"I'll take a look elsewhere. It's better for you to leave the words to those young people who need such persuasion."

The demon hunter walked more than ten meters away, and he could still hear the voice of the old messenger

"Oh, young people nowadays"

He walked around randomly, all the roads were narrow, the roads were paved with small stones, and some steep places were paved with steps. Demon hunters can hear the faint sound of bellows in the blacksmith's shop, they are making a fire, preparing for today's forging work. The demon hunter carefully mobilized his keen sense of hearing, the cats fighting for turf, the dogs looking for bones in the garbage dump, the singing and laughter in the tavern were never interrupted, the sound of iron boots stepping on the stones, and someone blowing on the deck. Playing the flute, the voice is crooked, and the tune has already gone to the Kolazi Desert

Through an open door, several women were weaving inside. Behind the door next door was a man working at the pottery wheel. His hands were covered with clay, and behind him was a burning brick kiln. A few nearby were surrounded by the brick kiln and received the finished ceramic pots. All of them were wearing gray coats and trousers. The arrangement is very strange. There is a weaving shop next to the brick kiln. But that's it. Only people with noble bloodlines are qualified to trade and train thoroughbred horses. People under the bloodlines can only engage in handicrafts or go to the country to be a farmer. In addition, Rydania’s urban planning is not based on function, but based on birthplace to consider the place of residence, so this is the case.

The demon hunter was waiting near Melman's house. As time went by, many townspeople began to appear on the pier. The fishermen untied the iron chains that had been tortured by wind and rain all night, loosened the fishing boats and prepared to go out fishing. People were busy with their own affairs, Zelin planned. Waiting to see if anyone comes to Melman to buy medicine, but unfortunately, today seems to be a day when Doctor Yong is unwilling. But before long, when there were not too many people at the pier, he saw a figure of someone he knew