God-level Demon Hunter

"I didn't care enough about you during this time, so people hurt you." Foltest said, "Fortunately, everything can be repaired. Tell me quickly, which bastard made you suffer from the curse, and I will He peeled his skin and got cramps, and hung it on the square to dry into a blanket!"

"No one is doing evil... As you know, no one in Vizima dares to offend me. This incident was just an accident, because I accidentally lost the amulet." Yada pursed her lips and explained, the royal advisor Neither Foltest nor Foltest clearly believed the excuse. "I will explain the specific situation to you in private."

The king held his temper temporarily and did not force Adda to tell the truth.He always does.

"Demon hunter!" Foltest turned his gaze to the three people below, "You risked your life this time to save my priceless treasure, and I want to reward you!"

"Tell me..." Foltest's magnetic voice was encouraging, "What do you want?"

"Your Majesty, can any reward be mentioned?" Oakes' lively voice sounded, and his amber eyes were full of longing.

But his naked intention blocked the king's words, and Foltest pondered for a moment, "I will meet most of your requirements, but there are a few exceptions. For example, like in a fairy tale, rewarding the princess to Rescue her warrior as a wife. It's just a joke, it's impossible."

"Um...Your Majesty." Oakes said seriously, "We are not so arrogant yet."

The king nodded, and when he saw a few more demon hunters, he was much more pleasing to the eye.

"Your Majesty, can you give us a piece of territory?" Oakes suddenly called out.

The faces of the three royal advisors became strange, while the king seemed to be blocked by a mouthful of old phlegm, his face continued to be stiff.

Reward site?

There is an underlying premise to the witcher's request.

The prerequisite for the king to reward the territory is to confer the title of nobility.If he, the king of Temeria, made the witcher a nobleman of the kingdom, he would be the laughing stock of the North.

There is but one example of this extraordinary reward.

In the not-too-distant future, Lelia and Rivia's Queen Mivi, because of Geralt's meritorious service in rescuing him, promoted Geralt exceptionally and awarded him the title of Knight of the Kingdom.

This also fulfilled the name of Geralt of Rivia.

But now is not the age of war, the price of this request is too high, Foltest hesitated for a while.

"Your Majesty, we don't need the territory." The youngest demon hunter below came out to save him.

"Three warriors, what do you think of two thousand Oren?" Foltest made a suggestion, he would rather pay more money.

"We are not greedy for money..." Roy turned to look at his companions, saw them nodding, looked straight into the king's eyes, and said in a deep voice, "If it is possible, can you help us, these humble demon hunters, a little? Let’s rectify our reputation and wash away the unwarranted infamy that has been placed on our heads.”

"Tell me carefully." Foltest sat back on the throne, his face becoming unsightly.

"You know, the reputation of demon hunters among the people has always been very bad. Residents in big cities still know how to restrain themselves, but in the countryside, many ignorant villagers spread our rumors everywhere, saying that demon hunters are perverts and freaks , blood-drinking monsters, and countless infamy made up to impose on us."

"As demon hunters, we have endured these slanders for too long... You, the king of Temeria, only need a few notices to correct these erroneous statements within the entire kingdom."

"Demon hunters don't need the reputation of a hero, nor do they need to be popular." Roy glanced at his companions around him. "We just want to be like ordinary people and not suffer from inexplicable malice and condemnation."

"That's all."

"You... are really lions with big mouths!"

Foltest felt his daughter tug at his sleeve, so he didn't immediately refuse. "I need time to think about it. When I think about it, you will naturally know the answer."

……

"Roy, is this the request you hid before?" The three demon hunters walked out of Foltest Castle side by side. "Isn't Oren beautiful and charming?"

Oakes was a little puzzled.

"It's a rare opportunity to face the king of Temeria. We must take the initiative to fight for something." Roy explained, "We want to rebuild the school in the north, and we must correct that bad reputation, right?"

"Why not start with Vizima and Temeria!"

"Actually, Roy's opinion is correct. Even if you have money and status, it is not enough to buy land..." Serrit looked at the blue sky, "There must be capital to attract students. The law of accidents alone To recruit talents, a demon hunter can only receive one or two students in a lifetime, or over a hundred years, which is far from enough. According to this rigid method, we may not be able to live until the day when the school is revived."

"How much weight does the words of a monarch of a country carry in the hearts of the people? In a word, we have been busy for hundreds of years."

"Are you thinking too far?" Oakes rubbed his chin. "There is no sign of the new Snake School base, and the foundation of the house has not been laid. You have already begun to think about recruiting apprentices? Roy, you are still just an apprentice."

"Of course I understand that this is just an extravagant wish," Roy shook his head and sighed. "Foltest will most likely reject my request. After all, that request is too vague. I'm just giving it a try."

"In the end, we should still get a sum of money."

"Money is enough," Oakes said.

"Even if I get paid, I will keep it."

"..."

"Roy, do you understand how to respect seniors?! You must leave us some money for drinking."

"Don't worry, I remember. In the past three days, have you two visited the sewer, don't tell me that you have been with Ms. Keira all the time."

"If you don't get out of bed for three days, you think I'm a brown horse? Of course I've been there, and it's a waste of time. Abigail is not in the secret room or the temple area, and has long since fled without a trace."

"Where are her parishioners?"

Serrit shook his head and paused, "We searched the residences of some believers of the God of Omens based on the list, but there was no one there."

"Just right, Leto and Berengar are still forging, let's continue to search, how about earning some extra money?"

Chapter 34 Death

Near noon, a few dark clouds suddenly appeared in the clear sky, and the dark clouds spread rapidly, covering the city of Vizima and blocking the sun.The weather in Vizima turned from sunny to cloudy, with a howling cold wind, and it didn't take long for a drizzle of drizzle to fall.

Autumn's first rain.

Even as the season approaches autumn in Temeria, temperatures remain low.

Most of the residents hid under their eaves, shivering to avoid the rain.

There is such a wonderful scene in the rain, three suspicious figures wearing cloaks are running fast on the empty street, once the falling rainwater touches their bodies, it will be bounced off by an invisible film and slide from the sides.

But the rain became heavier and heavier, and gradually turned into a torrential rain. The whole world was left with nothing but noise and a silver curtain that stretched from sky to earth, completely blocking people's sight.

In the end, the three suspicious figures on the street could not escape the fate of being drenched, and ran to a house on Rongshu Street in the Temple District to take shelter from the rain in embarrassment.

One of them took off his cloak and dusted off the rain, and looked at the transparent glass-like water curtain falling from the eaves to the ground.

"What a hell! Could it be that the lion-faced spider is casting a spell to stop us?"

The heavy rain came too suddenly and at the wrong time, which greatly delayed the progress of the investigation of the three.

"Do the couple live near here?"

"No. 120, Banyan Street..." Oakes stared at the house number of the building, "That's right, just a few steps to the north."

The witcher put on his cloak again, and braved the pouring rain to arrive in front of an old brick-and-tile two-story house.

The house has a spacious courtyard scattered with wooden poles and ropes for drying clothes, blankets, and large tubs for clothes.

But all empty.

The gray-black wall bricks on the side of the house are covered with moss, scratches from broken stones, and there are several children's graffiti. One of the graffiti depicts a family of three, with parents standing on both sides with red smiling faces, and in the middle A little girl with shofar braids held their hands and smiled sweetly.

"The little girl in the middle is Abigail."

Then, this couple was the washerwoman's family that had adopted her, but since Adda's curse relapsed a few days ago, the family had disappeared from the world together with Abigail.

In order not to alarm the target, the witcher didn't go through the main entrance, but climbed over the wall to the second floor, and then got in through a half-closed window.

The corridor on the second floor was dimly lit, only the scattered light from the cracks in the windows illuminated the mottled and decayed wooden floor.There was also a dirty table by the window, with a large oil lamp on it, half of which was left of oil.

This is the norm for poor households. Families with a little money in Vizima all use magic lamps for lighting.

The witcher first listened carefully in the corridor for a while, but there was no sound.They bowed their heads and searched in three directions.

Oakes searched the two bedrooms upstairs, saying they were bedrooms, but they were actually simple floor coverings, wardrobes, and dressing tables.

And Serritt and Roy stepped on the old wooden escalator on tiptoe to the first floor.

A wooden sofa was placed against the wall of the hall, covered with a dirty red blanket, and in the center of the hall was a wooden square table with one corner missing.

Serritt moved his nose, he caught a trace of rotten smell in the air, turned his eyes, and saw a half-eaten meat pie on the dining table.

This is anomalous, and it is unlikely that poor people would waste such expensive food.

The pie has been placed for a long time, and a cockroach is attracted to eat it.

Other than that, there are no bright spots in the living room.

The demon hunter walked through the living room to the inside. The layout of the first floor was extremely simple, except for the living room next to the door, which was barely a kitchen.

In the crowded cubicle, there is an iron pot on the stove surrounded by stones.

Roy stirred it with a spoon beside the iron pot. There was still half a pot of red cabbage soup left in the iron pot, but like the pie, it had been completely spoiled after at least three days, with a strong rancid smell.

"Did you find anything?"

Oakes walked in from behind, "Don't talk about people, there are no ghosts. I only found this thing." He casually threw a cowhide book.

On the cover of the book is a lion-faced spider in a giant web, and its name: Black Grebar, Zollan Akh Tra.

Roy took the book, flipped through it roughly, and found that the beliefs and dogmas of the God of Ominous Omens were recorded in the book, and there were several lines of records after each dogma.

It is probably the experience of the owner and the couple.

For example, they found that most of the members of the Church of God of Omens have encountered misfortune in their lives, such as losing a loved one.

Or people who often deal with death and love pain, such as executioners, soldiers, or bandits, they are attracted by the religious outlook of the Lion Face Spider Cult.

They believe that death is eternity, and that life should suffer.Even if they are separated from their loved ones, it is only a short separation. Sooner or later, they will meet again in the eternal web woven by the lion-faced spider.

And the family lost their daughter, so they adopted Abigail and believed in the lion-faced spider.In the notes, between the lines reveals their longing for the deceased daughter.

"According to the book, demon hunters who are engaged in dangerous work and usually end badly are also suitable for worshiping the god of ominous omens." Oakes muttered,

"Will you enshrine it?"

"I only believe in the sword in my hand!" Oakes said. "As for them, if they are true believers, they will definitely carry the scriptures with them. Even if they want to flee, they will not leave this book full of writing."

"That's right, even death can't erase the devout heart of believers." Out of doubt, the witcher searched the house again, and found a locked basement in the corner of the kitchen wall.

Because he couldn't find the key, Serrit simply blasted open the wooden door with Alder's seal. In the next second, thick dust rushed in, and there was a damp and moldy smell in the air, as well as a faint rotten smell.

The three demon hunters who waded out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood immediately recognized that this was the rancid smell from the corpses, which was very light and fresh.

human corpse.

The three jumped into the basement one by one, and there was only a pile of old debris in sight.

They followed the path indicated by the smell in their senses, walked to a corner of the basement, where the smell of corpses was the strongest, and then knocked on the wooden floor directly below.

"Boom, boom—"

"empty……"

The demon hunters exchanged glances. The gaps in the rectangular wooden floors were so large that they were directly covered without hammers and nails.

They inserted the blades in the gap and pried lightly, and the floor was pried open, revealing a big dark pit below.

The smell of blood and the smell of spoiled meat accumulated to the climax.

The demon hunter was stunned. In his field of vision, less than one meter from the ground, two middle-aged men, a man and a woman, lay quietly in the wet soil.

They were wearing thin, close-fitting gray linen trousers. There was no trace of blood on their peaceful faces, and there was an ominous black tinge to their pale skin.

Among them, the two hands were held together until death, and the gap caused by the sharp weapon could be clearly seen on the wrist. The blood coagulated near the wound. The wound was large and deep, revealing the severed and blackened blood vessels and pale bone residue .

Blood stained the nearby soil, and half of their sleeves, and a rusty dagger was stuck in the pool of dried blood.

Roy jumped into the kang, and then a bunch of scalp-numbing insects and ants came out of the corpse's clothes, and fled into the invisible darkness underground in an instant.

Roy didn't care. He had seen too many corpses, and his expression didn't change at all.He focused on observing the fingers of the two, the bones were prominent and covered with rough calluses.

Obviously doing some dirty and tiring work for a long time.

"The washerwoman and her husband."

"Suicide in fear of crime?" Serrit lifted the man's clothes and examined his body. "Could it be that he is afraid of Princess Adda's revenge?"

When the witcher finished examining the body, no other trauma was found except for the cut wound on the wrist.

"If there is no accident, they committed suicide. They died due to excessive blood loss. The time of death was more than three days. It is very close to the time when Adda's curse relapsed."

"I can't figure it out..." Roy was still a little surprised, "Those three days were enough for the believers to abscond and start a new life in a country other than Temeria, and Adda didn't disclose the matter to the king. Why did they choose to commit suicide?" .”

"Who knows?" Oakes guessed. "Didn't this couple have encountered misfortune? Maybe what happened to Princess Adda was just an opportunity for them to make up their minds to go to the 'Land of Eternity' to reunite with their daughter."

"Only from the point of view of doctrine, the believers of the lion-faced spider do not resist death."

"I don't think it's right." Roy pondered, "How many lion-faced spider believers are left in Vizima?"

"Including this couple, there are only sixteen families in total."