God-level Demon Hunter

"Don't worry, I can tell the difference between work and life!" Linus rubbed his sore cheeks heavily after hearing this, cheering up his spirits.

"Then it's your fault."

Roy sweated profusely in the zoo for several hours practicing sword skills and shooting crossbows. At last, the night came. Gorphin Murloc turned back into his original body in a burst of rising smoke. He was the size of a calf, with a tan body, gray-black wings, and eyes. A black and agile juvenile griffin.

Compared to a month ago, it has grown up a little bit, and has a hint of apex predator's power.

"Master Roy, please hold it on the operating table and hold it down, but don't hurt it too hard."

Under the bright magic lamp, a pair of thin and pale palms groped on the lion-like soft body, sometimes opened the long beak to check the tongue, sometimes stretched the hook-like claws, and sometimes checked the mane between the neck and the two wings.

Despite being watched over by its master, the arrogance of the griffin made it so aggrieved that it screamed in a low voice.

"Okay, Golfin, be patient, after the inspection, there will be a nutritionally balanced meal!"

"Hey-"

After half an hour.

"Well, it's about seven months old, and its development is normal...Master Roy, the little guy is very healthy, and he can't even find a single parasite or flea. I can see that you haven't treated him badly." Linus lifted his hand from Goer Fen retracted her furry paws, took off the gloves, and her eyes softened a lot, and she became more and more sure that the other party was a like-minded animal protectionist.

"But remember to trim its nails every month...Gorfin has been in a state of deformation for a long time, and there is not enough time to find hard objects to sharpen its claws, and its nails may grow backwards and hurt itself. Also, its daily exercise is not enough. Up to standard."

"You know, you have to do some camouflage when you take it through the downtown area." Roy explained, then shook his head, "But it was indeed my negligence."

He hugged the furry body on the operating table deeply, "I promise to pay attention to these situations in the future!"

Linus just nodded, "If it's okay, Golfin will live in the zoo for the next few days, further exercise, flight, hunting tests, and by the way, I will customize a recipe for him."

"Then I'll trouble you." Roy gave Golfin a look of contact at any time, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Linus, I've always been curious, have you ever tried to ride Black or Chelsea? ?”

Demon hunter Dark Gold's pupils were full of longing, "Sit on their backs and soar into the sky—"

"I understand what you mean..." Linus Pete shook his head helplessly, "Under normal circumstances, a ten-month-old griffin can already bear the weight of a person and fly with a person on its back. Gao Zheng, secondly, a proud creature like a griffin does not allow anything to ride on it, if I force it, they will be very wronged and angry."

Ten months, that's not long.

"Don't worry, Golfin is very obedient and obedient, and he doesn't have such a big temper. Riding on its back is the best way to get close." Roy touched Golfin's head and smiled gently at it. "Am i right?"

"Roar?"

Chapter 9 Suspects

The first ray of white light had just been released from the sky, and the Niubao market had already begun to operate in a busy and orderly manner.

Dense crowds of people kept moving, there were drivers driving oxen carts full of goods, shirtless Lifu dragging carts, and more Oxenfurt townspeople rushing to the morning market with vegetable baskets.

The place is filled with the smell of sweat, vegetables, meat, and other irritating smells, but before you can cover your nose, the ears of pedestrians are occupied by random sounds, the yelling of market vendors, the sound of bargaining with red faces, and people blowing their noses and spitting. Sounds, the strange calls of livestock and animals, the cries of children...

"Roy, how long will it be?" Ms. Zerikan frowned her heroic eyebrows.

"Be patient, Cantila, we'll be there soon."

Roy glanced at the account book in his hand, and then gently pushed away the fat man with a potbellied and sweaty body in front of him with strength far beyond ordinary people. Before the other party turned around with an angry face, he pulled Cantila's He got into the crowd in a flash.

"This kind of messy occasion..." The demon hunter threw a few coins into the hands of the peddler whose nose and eyes were red from the smoke, and neatly grabbed two skewers of charcoal-grilled octopus from his booth, showing a neat mouthful of octopus. With his white teeth, he took a bite of the elastic octopus meat, and handed another skewer to the woman, "There is nothing more comfortable than a delicious grilled octopus."

Cantila ate a piece of octopus, and was carried forward by the surging crowd, and suddenly asked curiously,

"Well... Roy, you... um...how can you maintain strong energy and high concentration? Don't you need to relax? Not long ago, you got involved in trouble in the barony, and now you're involved in Oxenfurt's Don't you feel... um... tired of all the messy disappearances?"

Cantila couldn't help but think of the process of investigating with Oaks yesterday. In her eyes, the empty and unsurprising room was easily found by the demon hunter, who even directly locked the murderer's identity.

Calm, efficient, like a precision instrument.

If it weren't for walking together during this period of time, witnessing the "deep friendship" between several people making fun of each other and bickering.

She would probably believe the rumored description that the demon hunter's emotions were wiped out due to a mutation, and his mood swings were very slight.

The guy in front of him fits the rumor, otherwise why would he keep rejecting her overtures, completely indifferent.

Roy swallowed the grilled octopus whole, patted the oil off his hands, smiled brightly, and asked without answering, "As a Zerikan, what do you think an ideal life should be like?"

"Continuously challenge powerful monsters and get more honors tattooed!" Ms. Zerikan said without hesitation.

"In the same way, accepting all kinds of strange commissions and earning a living from the commission rewards is also one of the ideal living conditions for a demon hunter. We are born to eat this bowl of food, and we won't get tired of it until we retire. At most, we can reduce the frequency. "

……

"Come here, take a look! Sea fish, river fresh! Just caught this morning, fresh and cheap!"

In front of a large fish tank, a fishmonger with a headscarf and a skinny figure like a monkey shouted loudly at passers-by.

His face was pitted by the sea wind, and his skin was reddish brown.

"Trout, sturgeon, fathead fish...crabs, octopus, big lobster. As long as they swim in the water, they have everything they want!"

"Longrick?"

A short and clear voice came from the crowd, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the fishmonger. He was well-dressed, with a strong figure, and an indifferent expression. His dark golden eyes were as terrifying as wolves, and his heart trembled when he saw it.

The shrewd fishmonger immediately rolled his eyes, lowered his posture, nodded and bowed and said, "My lord, what's the matter with you? Do you want to buy fish? Langrick pledged his wealth and life that the fish I sell will definitely be in the market." Cheapest and freshest!"

"I'm not interested in fish." The witcher looked at the surrounding environment, in the sea, in the Pontal River, all kinds of strange fish, shrimps and crabs were swimming in the fish tanks.

This is undoubtedly the largest aquatic product store in the entire market.

"I want to ask you something... Do you know Whishaw?"

"Why are you asking this?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Sorry," the peddler said vigilantly, "Although my status is low, what I value in doing business is reputation, and I will never divulge the identity information of customers easily!"

He emphasized "easily".

The witcher and the lady beside him exchanged glances and smiled,

"How about a pound of fathead fish?"

"Okay!" The peddler immediately smiled, but he still emphasized, "You are welcome to buy fish, but I'm sorry I still can't answer your question, divulging customer information is breaking the rules! If you break the rules, who would dare to do business with me? "

"How about two pounds of fathead fish?"

The fishmonger was stubbornly unmoved.

"Then ten pounds!" the demon hunter said helplessly. If it weren't for the crowd, he would definitely reward the other party with a sign of Yaxi, so that he can get closer to the big lobster.

After hearing this, the fishmonger was obviously moved, but he still had some scruples in his words, "You don't mean to steal business from me when you ask for customer information?"

"You think I'm like a fish seller?" the witcher asked angrily.

Standing on the fish tank, Langrick rubbed his chin and looked carefully, "You are like those thugs of local snakes, but younger and handsomer than them!"

"Then are you going to sell it or not?!"

"Sell! Ten pounds is ten pounds. Anyway, the customer hasn't come to patronize for a while!" The fishmonger gritted his teeth, "But you have to pay first, thanks for two crowns."

……

"Whishaw is a big customer..." the fishmonger turned the small purse upside down and put it in his arms, "he has been visiting my fish stall every other day for the past six months, buying about a hundred pounds of fresh fish! But a week The ex suddenly disappeared...another Bullburg student took over his purchasing duties."

The witcher thought for a while, and the other one should be Whishaw's roommate, Linus Pete's assistant, Ben.

Is there an invisible rivalry between Whishaw and Ben?

"Having been in business for more than half a year, you should be familiar with him, right?" Roy asked,

"Barely, it's okay." The fishmonger said flatly, the relationship between him and Whishaw didn't seem to be as close as the witcher expected.

"What do you think of Whishaw's personality and temperament? Don't lie!" Roy pointed the three fat-headed fish skewered with hay at the vendor, and his dark golden pupils narrowed into diamond shapes.

"Otherwise you'll enjoy a whole three fish 'sashimi' in 1 minute."

The fishmonger's thin body trembled. Although the witcher was not very old, his pale gums and fierce eyes frightened him inexplicably. Moreover, he had seen many customers, from all walks of life, and none of them had the scary look of the other party. The bloodcurdling murderous look.

"Don't worry, my lord, I'll give you the answer when you buy fish. It's a fair deal, and there's no deceit!" The peddler said with his neck stuck and his chest patted, "Longrick's reputation is well-known. If you don't believe me, you can ask."

He seems to have forgotten the fact that he betrayed a client for a ten-pound fathead fish.

The witcher nodded, "Continue."

"Whishaw...what should I say, he gave me the impression of being taciturn, dead-headed, and inflexible!" The fishmonger complained undisguisedly, "Several times the fish I weighed for him were not enough. He is not willing to be accommodating for a pound, and a hundred pounds is a hundred pounds, and he will never allow a catty or two."

"However, he is quite loyal to his employer. Every transaction is honestly recorded in the ledger. I glanced at it occasionally, and he definitely didn't play tricks!"

The witcher nodded, the peddler's description matched Linus' description.

"A week ago, he finished his last business with you. Did he behave abnormally?"

The peddler thought carefully for a moment, "He said that he would go back to his hometown to do some business, so he probably missed one business trip, but now he has missed three trips, and the three trips were all done by another young man... Although it is also very neat, but I have missed him since I haven't seen him for a week, sir, can I ask where Whishaw has gone?"

Roy stared into the peddler's eyes and examined it for a long time, until the latter couldn't help but look away, "You don't need to know his whereabouts, think about it again, did Whishaw talk to the people in the market some time ago?" Who started a dispute and had a festival?"

"Dispute?" The peddler stared wide-eyed for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Then who asked you about Whishaw?"

"Are you joking, my lord?" The fishmonger raised his chin towards the witcher, "Aren't you just asking?"

"Except for us..." Roy's tone turned cold.

There was obvious hesitation in the other party's expression,

"It seems that you have some inside information!" Roy's heart moved, and the fat-headed fish in his hand was simply used as a swordsman. While shaking his wrist, he flicked a sword flower, and the fish's head poked forward, and the mouth of the fish that was still opening and closing was almost close to kissing Lang rick's mouth,

"Answer me quickly!"

"Oh, put it down!" The fishmonger leaned his neck back in a strange posture, sighed, and smiled wryly, "Why is our business so miserable, no one dares to offend! Don't threaten me with fish, I'll tell you it's okay."

Only then did the demon hunter remove the "Fish Head Sword".

"It's not a big deal, it's just that a few hooligans came to ask about Whishaw." He explained, "Anyone would be curious about the large-scale transactions that have been going on for half a year...they just asked casually. "The fishmonger's eyes flickered.

"Ask casually?" The witcher sneered, he was a little suspicious of the fishmonger. "Are you sure they have no ill intentions?"

"I don't understand you."

"It's okay, tell me, who are those ruffians?"

"My guest, I won't do your business anymore. I'll refund the money to you! Give me back the fish!" The fishmonger shook his head desperately with a look of panic on his face.

"Are you sure?" the demon hunter finished speaking, and the fat fish in his hand turned into a shooting star and stuffed it into the peddler's mouth.

The wrist turned quickly, and there was a squirm like brushing teeth.

The fishmonger was held by the arm of the demon hunter, unable to struggle, he rolled his eyes, screamed strangely, his face flushed, and he nodded desperately until he was almost out of breath.

The witcher took a deep breath and let go.

"Pfft! Cough cough... woo woo..." The fishmonger had tears and snot all over his face, "You are so cruel! I say, I say everything."

……

A quarter of an hour later, Roy and Cantila left the fish stall contentedly, carrying twenty pounds of fathead fish, and he bought another ten pounds as compensation for the offense just now.

"Golfin has to eat for a while..."

"Could it be the accomplices of the two hooligans? According to the frequency of Whishaw's purchases, every few days, half a year, it would cost thousands of pounds. Crown. It's not a small sum, it's a lot of money—"

They learned from the fishmonger that the two punks who had inquired about Whishaw's news were unemployed vagrants living around Oxenfort. Try every means to blackmail the so-called protection money.

It seems that he is still a member of some gang organization, and there are dozens of brothers standing behind him.The fishmonger didn't join forces with them, but he didn't dare to tell the truth because he was afraid of retaliation from this group of people.

However, this group of people has always been making small troubles and dare not go too far.

I haven't heard of the robbery and murder.

"There are indeed serious suspicions...It's a pity that they didn't come to the market this morning, otherwise they will find out and confront them, and there may be a major breakthrough."

"Is it possible that another assistant currently in charge of procurement could have been?"

"Ben? Leto is in charge there, and he will ask clearly."

……

Later, the two went to another butcher shop recorded in the ledger to inquire again, and the answer they got was similar to that of the fishmonger.

From the current point of view, the biggest suspects are those idle gangsters.

Chapter 10 Arrangements

Near noon, the sun was shining brightly. On Oxenfurt College Island, a group of young students returned to the building of the Department of Natural History in twos and threes under the greeting of Linus Pete.