God-level Demon Hunter

"Since then, Sir has become a loner, drinking all day long, his temper has become more and more irritable, and his mind has become abnormal. There are rumors in the village-some people say that Sir is possessed by the devil and will kill everyone around him."

After hearing this, Roy sighed slightly, "Poor people must have something to hate. On Florian's tombstone, there is only a general record of a suffocation to death. It turns out that he was forced to death by his father."

"Once..." Grant continued on his own, "Sir was drunk... broke into a...wedding feast in White Orchard, forcibly exercised the right...of the bride...to the bride, and cut off the One... the head of the unlucky one who took his hat off too slowly."

His tone was intermittent, and his voice became softer and weaker.

"Sure enough, it's absurd." The two demon hunters looked at each other, and they both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes. "Hasn't this kind of right been abolished long ago? How dare he?!"

"Next?"

Grant didn't answer this time. He closed his eyes and mouth, his upper eyelids squirmed for a while, as if he was having a nightmare, and then suddenly widened his eyes, and his eyes became clear again.

The demon hunter on the opposite side sighed secretly, slightly disappointed, but unfortunately he couldn't use the Axii sign on one person in a short period of time.

"Masters, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now." The butler wiped the inexplicably fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and sighed, "Once this person is over 40, he sometimes seems to be sleepwalking during the day... By the way, Where did I say it before?"

"Just in case, you have to take us to check the servant's room," Roy rolled his eyes, and didn't dare to make it too exaggerated, "and the basement."

"Did I say that? The two of you wait a moment," the butler frowned with reluctance, "I'll wait until the news from the tomb comes back."

Chapter 11 The Same Brand

As Grant said, the guards returned to Amavett Castle before noon to confirm that the witcher had killed all the monsters in the tomb. At that moment, the butler was much more enthusiastic about the two of them.

"At noon today, I will order my servants to prepare a sumptuous luncheon for the master. The master usually wakes up at two o'clock in the afternoon, and he will naturally thank you both in person."

Grant no longer objected to the witcher's request to search the house. "With my butler's power, at most two people are allowed to inspect the rooms on the bottom two floors of the castle. As for the higher floors, sorry, it must be approved by the master."

"Alright." The demon hunter didn't expect more, and then followed the middle-aged maid assigned by the butler to start a big sweep.

The process was as expected, except for a little bit of evidence of petty theft by the servants, no signs of magic power fluctuations or banshee activities were found.

But it was not fruitless. The two found the kitchen where the basement was located, roughly figured out the structure of the first and second floors of the castle, and secretly recorded the time when the soldiers were on duty.

……

At noon, after enjoying a special lunch in the style of White Orchard, not long after, the butler led the two of them to the living room on the third floor.In the spacious hall, braziers were set up all around, making it warm and bright.

On the bearskin sofa in the center, leaning on a fat middle-aged man reeking of alcohol.He was wearing a saffron overcoat and a white fox vest. Under the dark red hair, his face was swollen and his skin was loose. His black eyes were slender like a fox with evil spirits, and there were two thick dark circles hanging on the eyelids.At this moment, he was spreading his legs, listless and yawning, and behind him was a maid massaging his shoulders vigorously.

Ignacio Villeres

Age: 32

Status: Baron of White Orchard, member of the Viriles family

Roy observed the Jazz's various attributes again. He has been hollowed out by alcohol, and his physique is weaker than ordinary people.

"Drink it again, this guy won't live for a few years."

"Dear Lord of White Orchard, we are..."

"Grant mentioned to me that the witcher of the Snake faction...Master, Roy and Leto." Ignacio smiled weakly, sat up straight on the sofa,

"You are too much, we are just two little people wandering on the mainland, we can't be called masters."

"I'm not kidding," Igna corrected, "The two of you can completely eliminate the monsters entrenched in the tomb. They are so much better than those wastes before. This honor is well deserved." He emphasized his tone. , "For this, I am very grateful."

After speaking, he picked up a small ticket with his fingers and handed it behind him, and the maid immediately held it in front of the two of them.

"This is a check for two hundred crowns. It can be cashed at any Vivaldi bank on the mainland. It is a small favor."

"It's not in vain that I let go of your ancestor's coffin." Roy and Lei Suo smiled knowingly, and readily put the check close to their bodies.

Ignacio nodded with satisfaction when he saw this, "From now on, the two of you will be guests of the Viriles family, and you are welcome to visit Amavite Castle at any time. Besides, I will host a banquet tonight to entertain you personally. Two masters."

"It's an honor..." Lei Suo stroked his belly and bowed.

But Roy was very surprised. The current lord's behavior is not at all like what they heard, doing whatever he wants and being unreasonable.

Few nobles are willing to lower their stature and warmly entertain demon hunters.

"Could it be that in the past two years, Ignacio has come to his senses and reformed himself?"

"However, with his frail body... the brand marks on the three skulls may not be left by him."

Roy decided to test it out, "Lord Ignacio, there are still some things that must be informed to you in advance about the tomb of your family."

Roy glanced at the maid.

Ignatius turned his face away, "Liv, go and close the living room door!" Then he faced the witcher again, "She is trustworthy, no matter what the master of secrets is, it doesn't matter."

"Then let me be blunt," Roy shrugged. "Yesterday we cleared the innermost tomb and found that the four coffins in the center had been moved..."

"The No. 15 tombs and the central coffin have been desecrated?" Ignacio's pupils became slits, and his tone couldn't help tightening up.

Roy stared at the change in the lord's expression, and slowly stated, "According to the inscription on the coffin, there is a coffin that is the resting place of your mother, Mary Villeres, but the bones are missing... and Your mother's bones... turned into a banshee."

"What!" Ignatius yelled, standing up from the sofa.Only then did the demon hunter realize that he was extremely tall, almost as tall as Lei Suo of the giant humanoid beast.But chronic alcoholism destroyed his health, and he became a bit hunched.

Ignacio quickly walked up to the demon hunter, almost roaring, "Who dares to desecrate the bones of my relatives? Tomb robbers, no, there are monsters guarding them, and they cannot enter the innermost part." He lowered his head and said to himself She murmured, "How could Mary become... a banshee? Impossible, my favorite Mary cannot become a monster!"

"What's going on? Demon hunter!" Ignacio raised his head suddenly, questioning in his tone.

"Sorry, I think about this question..." Roy took a sudden step forward, staring sharply at the lord's pupils, his fingers nimbly slid across the air. "You should know the reason, Your Excellency, recall what you have done in the past few years."

Ignacio blocked the view of the maid behind him, and the maid did not notice the witcher's small movements.

The maid only heard a vague and general sentence from the witcher, and then Ignacio's face turned pale, as if he was having an epileptic seizure, and his whole body began to tremble. He retreated all the way to the sofa and sat down slumped.

"Is this punishment?" Ignacio's face flushed red, his pupils were bloodshot, "Demon hunter, is this god punishing me for my past foolish behavior?"

The demon hunter remained silent, they did not expect the other party's reaction to be so intense.

Ignacio's voice was erratic, "John, Florian, and Mary, my poor relatives died one by one, ghosts were born inexplicably in the family grave, and the bones of relatives were desecrated. Continuing the bloodline, is this a punishment from the gods?" He lowered his head and stared at his hands in a daze, with disgust and fear in his eyes,

"I am a butcher with blood on my hands, a sinner! I killed my relatives and people..." On the other side, the maid hurriedly brought a glass of wine, "Sir, please don't blame yourself. Drink some wine, drink some Just drink and sleep!"

While talking, the maid gave the witcher a timid look, "Masters, you... what kind of magic did you cast on the Sir?!"

"Where is the theory of magic, it just makes him face his own heart."

"No... Liv, don't blame the witcher, and don't give me any more alcohol," Ignatius shook his head slowly, and said nervously, "Alcohol can anesthetize my body, but not my spirit and soul. Opening my eyes every day is a kind of torture...pain...I can't wait to go down to accompany the relatives who died...I can't bear to let the family be completely extinct."

"Do you regret it?" The two demon hunters walked towards the lord side by side.

"What's the use of regretting? I, Ignatius Villeres, have made it to where I am today. Even regretting won't help."

Ignacio inserted his fingers into his red hair, and frantically moved his hair. A big man started to sob.

The oncoming demon hunter glanced at the back of the lord's head inadvertently, and was stunned for a few seconds.

"Actually, I agreed with your idea at the beginning...My lord, forgive me!" Roy walked up to the lord, pressed the back of his head while the other party was stunned, and parted his thick hair.

"Demon hunter, stop! Don't hurt Sir, did I call someone?"

"Don't worry!" Lei Suo glanced at the maid coldly, and the ferocious look in her eyes silenced her for an instant. "It won't hurt your lord, just confirm some things."

After a while, the familiar mark buried in the hair came into view——Poswiecac sie

"It turns out that this branding is not engraved on the skull after death."

Roy and Leto exchanged a look.

"Your Excellency, do you know that there is a mark on the back of the head."

"Of course I know..." Ignacio replied, "This is the birthmark of the Viriles family, a proof of blood. All members of the direct line have this mark on the back of their foreheads when they are born."

"Including your grandfather and grandmother?"

"That's right, what's the problem? Two masters, what exactly are you trying to say?" Ignacio stopped sobbing, and the witcher's puzzled question made him inexplicably panic.

Lei Suo stared into his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"Sir, I'm sure now that your relatives died one after another not just because of coincidence and mistakes you made when you were drunk in the past. The mark on the back of your head is not an ordinary birthmark...it's a mark of witchcraft," Letho's lips moved. , "This mark means sacrifice in the ancient language."

A gust of cold air gushed out of his body in an instant, choking Ignacio's heart. He opened his lips, unable to speak, and the flesh on his face began to tremble.

The little maid timidly moved a little away from the lord. "Sacrifice? The gods are above! Has the master's family been sacrificed by the devil?"

To country dwellers, witchcraft is far more terrifying than the word magic, because it is associated with evil.

Ignacio's voice was dry and hoarse, "The Virileis family's bloodline is about to be cut off from my generation. This is also the reason? You... What evidence do you have?"

"Do you still need evidence?" The demon hunter squinted at the lord, and threatened, "Recall the death of your relatives! When you massacred those old and weak women and children, and committed those atrocities, it was only because of drinking, Or is it involuntary, controlled by something?!"

At this moment, the memory in Lord White Orchard's mind was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, tumbling and surging, he remembered what his grandfather and grandmother told him when he was a child, "Ignacio, this is a symbol of family blood, a birthmark that brings luck .”

The weird experience of the earlier generation, and the mental state that seemed to be out of control.

He began to believe, and began to blame his guilt on the unknown devil.

"No, it's not the birthmark, there's something else at work!" Ignatius murmured, grabbing the witcher's wrist,

"You will help me solve the problem, right, master witcher? I will give you a reward, I promise with the honor of the Virileis family, it is definitely much more than cleaning the tomb!"

"Money can't buy everything." Lesso shook his head and backed away.

"What do you mean, Master Lei Suo?"

"You need atonement, Ignatius..." Roy stood in front of him, "Do you still remember the witcher you wronged and died tragically in the family vault two years ago?"

"His name is Colgrim."

Ignacio opened his mouth wide, and then he saw Roy reach out and wave his hand, and a pile of dead bones appeared out of thin air on the floor in front of him.

The maid rolled her eyes and almost fainted.

And Ignatius still barely maintained his composure.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a simple magic trick. Demon hunters also have friends who know magic, understand. What I'm going to talk about next is not a threat, but a deal."

Leto grabbed Roy's arm, but the latter ignored him, and his voice was still loud, "Nobleman of Temeria, lord of White Orchard, Sir Ignatius Virireth, would you like to ask the king who was killed by you?" The dead Snake Demon Hunter Colgrim... kowtowed to apologize..."

"Cough..." Ignacio's face flushed with humiliation, and a sound of unknown meaning came out of his throat.

As for the young demon hunter, his dark golden pupils stared at him, and his voice pierced Jazz's heart like a bayonet.

"As long as you sincerely kowtow to Colgrim to apologize! Then we will show mercy and consider taking over your commission to find out the source of the Virireth family's misfortune for you."

Chapter 12 Genealogy

Is the continuation of the family blood, or the dignity of the nobility more important?After a long silence, Ignatius chose the former, and slowly knelt before Colgrim's bones, the beard around his lips trembling, and his head hit the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Three in a row.

Out of nervousness, fear, and shame, Ignacio's head was wet with sweat and tears on the ground in front of the corpse.

Roy nodded with satisfaction.As a time traveler, he never felt that nobles were superior to others—since he made a mistake, he should use the honor they are proud of to apologize!

Seeing this scene, Lei Suo briefly lost his mind.

His original idea was just to teach Ignacio a profound lesson, or simply to kill him decisively.After living for decades, Lei Suo also had some noble blood on his hands.

It never occurred to him to seek revenge in another way.

Demon hunter, what a vulgar and despicable word, a freak, a mutant that even ordinary people dare to despise and despise, an existence whose status is so humble that it is in the dirt.

But just today, at this very moment—a dignified Temeria Kingdom, a legally recognized lord, unexpectedly, in an extremely humiliating gesture, lowered his "noble head" to the demon hunter they despised , Kowtow to apologize.

This kid has no concept of superiority or inferiority in his mind?

The bald man took a deep breath to calm down his agitated mood, but the youthful back in his eyes became inexplicably blurred.

"How? Leto," Roy looked at the Lord of White Orchard, who was lying on the ground, and lowered his voice, "Do you want to continue?"

Korgmling's life wasn't something that could be undone by just a few bangs.

"Find out the whereabouts of that banshee first," Lei Suo shook his head, "and then decide Ignacio's fate."

……

"There, Ser Ignatius, I think the undead of Colgrim have felt your repentance."

Hearing this, Ignacio breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up with the help of the maid. His face was gray and his figure was hunched, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, "Demon hunter... I... I Sincere apologies...it's your turn...to fulfill your promise."

"Of course, but one yard is equal to one yard...this is a commission...we have to talk about the reward." Lei Suo's voice joined in.

"Two masters, don't worry! The reward will definitely satisfy you!"

"In order to thoroughly understand the source of the mark of witchcraft on your body. Sir Ignatius, I have some questions... What does the unnamed coffin in the innermost part of the tomb have to do with you? Whose child is the baby in the coffin?"