God-level Demon Hunter

Dark golden eyes sleep with lightning

His expression is like a pendant around his neck, hard as steel, cold as iron, sharper than diamonds, cutting open the enemy's artery..."

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"I have to remind you, Master Dandelion, don't rely on our protection to swagger through the market, restrain yourself."

In just two hours, several people searched the rooms of the two hostesses in the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and the Kingfisher Tavern, as well as the old bustard of "Passionflower".It's a pity that things are not with them.

As for the process, probably the bard used the money from the witcher to invite the target to another room for dinner and chat for fun.

It takes no more than 10 minutes to finish each time, and you have to ask about the map during the period, and the time for real fighting is even less.Contrary to what he said about his talent.

Roy wondered how the bard got the Duchess of Toussaint.

Relying on his sharp teeth and three-inch tongue?

"Don't worry," the poet laughed dryly, "I feel like I'm getting close to my goal."

Soon, everyone arrived outside the pink-painted house, hid in the alley, and stared dumbfounded at a furious elf figure standing on the balcony, swearing It took the poet a full 10 minutes.

After calming down, he walked away with the quail-like Dandelion on his arm.

The witcher took the opportunity to sneak in.

But I couldn't find the map, but I found a whole room full of new clothes: lawyer clothes, princess dresses, ladies' clothes... There are all kinds of uniforms, which is amazing.

And it's all female.

"I never knew that this guy has such a strong taste..." Pusilla's pretty face changed color.

"Are all artists so open?" Roy admitted that the bard's aesthetics for women is not bad, whether it is the two hostesses or the bustard, they are all plump and hot types, but for men...

What the hell is a man?

"Ochs, what are you doing stealing someone's short skirt? Where is it hidden!" Serrit seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and yelled out in broad daylight.

"Shut up! Keep your voice down!" Oakes covered his brother's mouth angrily. Facing Roy's and Priscilla's strange gazes, he smiled shyly and threw the skirt on the ground. The style of the clothes inside doesn’t match, so do him a favor... Don’t believe me? Hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at, am I that kind of person?”

Roy picked up the skirt with a half-smile, "Ochs, I'll put this away for you first, maybe you'll need it in the future!"

Such as when drunk.

Roy added in his mind.

This time the date was relatively long, and the first person to return to the pink house was the tailor Ariel, as if he had been moistened by rain, his face was rosy and radiant.

Dandelion appeared after a while behind him.His face was sickly pale, his feet were sloppy, and he was sweating profusely.

"Your Excellency Dandelion, you want to take care of your health and take a rest?"

"No need!" A ray of paranoia shot out of the bard's swollen eye sockets, and his trembling fingers grabbed the demon hunter's shoulders.

He didn't actually do anything, he just kept scratching his head, racking his brains for poems in praise of Ariel.

Praising people is a technical job, especially for a long time.

"I must find the map today, otherwise, wouldn't I have let down the sponsorship of several people?"

The demon hunter nodded, agreeing a little with this playful and unscrupulous poet.

The next target of everyone is the female believer of the eternal flame, who lives in the residential area near the bridge pier leading to Temple Island in the north of Novigrad.

They had a little trouble crossing an alley.

Suddenly, eight people in black clothes and fur hats walked out of the alley, and they walked straight towards them, but they didn't get too close, but lined up to guard the alley.They held strange looped objects that looked like ropes.The three demon hunters looked around and moved their shoulders.

They felt vigilance and restrained hostility in the eyes of the man in black.

Dandelion groaned.

"Masters, please calm down, they are the guards of the temple," the bard whispered uncertainly, "It should be a routine inspection. After all, they are a little different."

Temple guards, guardians of the eternal flame?

Roy glanced at the guy in the man in black's hand again. It was not the ordinary whip he thought at first, but a special Lamia whip.

"Dear Chapelle..."

The man named Chapelle stopped and looked at them carefully.Roy noticed that his unusually cold eyes reflected a metallic color, his forehead was unnaturally covered with sweat, and there were mottled red spots on his cheeks.

"Brilliant Mr. Dandelion, Ms. Priscilla..." He glanced at the pendant around the demon hunter's neck, and said loudly, "There are also three representatives of the demon hunter from the Snake faction, are you going to Temple Island? ? Are you going to pray to the eternal fire?"

"Uh, that's not the case..." Dandelion wiped off the cold sweat from his brow, and said, "I'm going to meet a female friend."

Chapelle raised his chin at the three demon hunters, but the demon hunters did not answer.

"These three Snake masters are my bodyguards," the bard rolled his eyes and continued, "My lord must have heard of it, there are always people in Novigrad who are jealous of my handsomeness and slander me for hooking up with them." For the sake of personal safety, to avoid being hired by some jealous and irrational guys to murder...so I hired three masters."

"Is that right?"

The witcher nodded silently.

"I can testify, Lord Chapelle..." Priscilla said softly, "The three masters are indeed bodyguards hired by Dandelion."

"In that case." Chapelle glanced suspiciously at the three demon hunters again, "You can pass through Novigrad unimpeded. But I have a few words of advice for the masters of the Snake Sect."

"I know that some cities don't have the holy protection of the eternal fire, so there will be messy monsters, but these things don't exist in Novigrad. I hope that the masters will use your weapons and sigils carefully, and don't aim them at Novi Good citizens of Gray, and worshipers of the Eternal Flame."

"Of course..." Roy nodded, and gangsters are definitely not good people.

"A demon hunter is not a butcher, so your worries are unnecessary."

"The most important point," Chapelle emphasized, "I heard that demon hunters have no faith, and I respect that, but I hope that you can also respect the eternal flame, and don't do anything to desecrate it , anyone who dares to blaspheme, I will personally send him to the stake. In Novigrad, everyone is equal before the law, anyone who blasphemes the eternal fire will perish in the flames, and his assets will be confiscated! Enough has been said, you must remember this advice."

"The eternal fire beholds all beings."

Chapelle drew a circle in front of his chest, stared at them for a while, then turned around and walked through the alley head-on, guards with Lamia whips lined up behind him, and quickly disappeared .

"My god!" Dandelion watched them leave, screaming in relief.

There was also an obviously relaxed expression on Pusilla's face.

"Who is Chapelle? How does he know us if you are so scared?"

"That is the security officer. Novigrad's intelligence agency is attached to the church. He is not a priest, but he is the highest-ranking official. He is the most powerful and dangerous person in the city."

"Everyone, even the city council and the major guilds, will shudder when facing him. He has a lot of bad deeds. Many disappearances without leaving a trace, torture, masked killers, intimidation, blackmail, and theft are all related to him. Thankfully Come on, witcher, he let you go so easily!"

"That's right, masters, you'd better make a detour when you see Chapelle in the future, especially if you're mixed with the Willy gang, don't let him get caught." Priscilla's beautiful eyes were full of fear, " Otherwise, he has countless ways to keep you in Novigrad forever."

The demon hunter nodded, keeping this guy firmly in his heart.

……

About a quarter of an hour later, Dandelion saw the female follower of the Eternal Flame, a delicate and shy little girl with freckles.

Surprisingly, without waiting for the witcher to search, the girl handed over the map that the poet had left in her house.

The witcher got his wish.

But unsurprisingly, that map is not detailed, just a simple depiction of the Kaedwenian border, an area at the foot of the Blue Mountains, without the specific location of Kaer Morhen.

The wolf faction kept a hand and would send someone to pick them up at that foothold within the month of reincarnation.

Chapter 9 Willie Park

The morning of November 1261, 11.

A heavy rain came unexpectedly.

The gust of wind howled, and continuous silver threads fell from the dark sky, covering the entire Nuo City.

Wearing a large black leather cloak, two figures, one tall and one short, shuttled through the waterlogged street.

If you take a closer look, you will find that the rainwater that fell on the two of them was bounced off by an invisible film, and the faint yellow light flickered and flowed. They walked quickly in the pouring rain, but they did not touch a drop of water strangely.

10 minute later.

The two came from the civilian area in the southeast of Nuocheng to the north of Nuocheng, outside a solemn and quiet courtyard.

A thick cotton armor, with a long sword on his waist, leaned against the eaves of the door to avoid the rain, and the guard stretched out his hand to stop the two.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?!"

The cloaked man lifted his hood, revealing a young and handsome face with dark golden pupils.

"Snake faction demon hunters Roy and Lei Suo had an appointment with Butler Pogget at the Vanilla Hotel yesterday, and they are here today to pay a special visit."

The flesh-faced doorman took the gold-encrusted business card, squinted cross-eyed, looked at the two of them up and down, searched repeatedly, and made sure that they were not carrying any deadly weapons or dangerous props.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Caz—"

Two heavily armed guards opened the gate, beckoned, and led the witcher onto a neat bluestone road.

Out of the corner of Roy's eye, he glanced at the surrounding walls—solid and tall.

In the sentry tower on the high wall, there was a guard in a raincoat with a hand crossbow standing guard.

Focusing on the front of the body, the pupils of the dark gold quietly became deep.

In the spacious courtyard, apart from the flower beds, most of them are armed men dressed in various styles, wearing padded armor, chain mail, and even wearing turbans with bare chest and hairy legs, holding long swords, short swords, and one-handed axes in their hands. Various weapons.

This group of people are all well-trained, one-in-a-million players, with an average melee attribute of around 7 or 8 points, which is higher than ordinary people, and they all have weapon specialization skills.

Roy roughly counted, there were about 20 people, hovering outside the three main buildings on the left, center and right, gathering under the eaves to shelter from the rain, they looked at the witcher with eyes full of anger and provocation, almost glare.Two uninvited guests are clearly not welcome.

This should be the sequelae left by Oakes and Serrit last time.

In any case, the security of the entire mansion was beyond the expectations of the demon hunters, no less than any prison where important criminals were held.

"The boss of the Willy Gang, you are really cautious."

After thinking about it, Roy immediately felt relieved.

As the most prosperous city in the world and one of the biggest leaders, Alphonse owns countless gray industries and involves a dense chain of interests. Many people rely on him for a living, but even more want to eat his flesh and blood, or replace him.

He must be vigilant at all times to keep himself safe, even at home.

While continuing to observe the distribution of people in the manor, the two obediently followed the guide all the way forward, and came to an exquisite three-story villa with red bricks and green tiles in the center.

A gloomy, well-dressed middle-aged man came out.

"Since the two masters are willing to come to the manor, they must have made the most sensible decision." With a smile on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his withered palm and shook the two of them affectionately, "Welcome to the Willy Gang Family, wait a few days for the underground fighting competition to start, and the two of you will win the Fist of Fury, and I will let you understand what heaven is!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to lure him in. The demon hunter took off his cloak and handed it to the servant, entering a resplendent and luxurious place.

There is a soft, tough, brightly colored carpet under your feet, and the comfortable touch makes you want to take off your shoes and socks and step on it with your bare feet.

A look up.

The crystal magic lamp on the ceiling casts warm yellow light, illuminating the walls covered with exquisite patterns, and the walls are not the same, decorated with "masterpieces", but they are not the landscape oil paintings hanging in ordinary noble families, Or portraiture.

All are framed poems, including the famous poet Dandelion's masterpiece--

"The Dilemma of Love"

"Moon Age"

And a few less elegant, grotesque poems—

Who is it, "moo", "chirp", "woof", "ah" there?

The selfless cow is called Moo,

The naughty monkey is called "chirp",

The loyal yellow dog is called "Wang",

Beautiful one, wake up spring in my bed!

—The Call, Alphonse Willy.

Roy's eyelids twitched, and he forcibly looked away. On the calm face of the bald man, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

"This is the so-called what is lacking more, what is more yearning for?"

He obviously doesn't have the slightest bit of artistic talent, but he regularly holds gatherings for poetry lovers, which is arty.

Absolutely true love!

In addition to the mounted poems, in the corridor under the spiral escalator, next to the armed guards, there are also expensive works of art, such as gorgeous plate armor on wooden shelves, and rare ancient books in glass cabinets.All show the amazing wealth of Alphonse Willy.

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