God-level Demon Hunter

In the palm of the left hand lay a delicate glass tube the length of the index finger, filled with a deep red liquid, the rich magic power seemed substantial, and the extremely gorgeous elemental glow penetrated the glass, almost overflowing from the cork at the mouth of the bottle.

"Blood Essence"

From a powerful spellcaster, full of magic.

……

Rita Needle, herself is one of the most powerful spellcasters in the Warlock Association.

Her blood essence can naturally stimulate the ancient blood, which is an important ingredient of the elixir, but Roy did not expect that even if she risked being cursed and hurt her body, she would be willing to trust herself.

The witcher felt warm in his heart.

Hold the gift in your arms and gently hold it, and receive the spoils package.

"You can't take advantage of her for nothing, prepare more surprises in the future!"

……

"Hey, boy, did you go out to have fun again last night?"

As soon as Roy went downstairs and walked to the door, he was stopped by three Snake factions, with a posture of asking questions.

The bald man looked unfriendly, but the Oaks brothers were very interested.

"What kind of enchantment spell did that old woman Rita Need cast on you to make you so obsessed?"

Roy rolled his eyes, put his hands on his hips, full of confidence,

"Don't label me indiscriminately! I'm the kind of person who is obsessed with beauty? In fact, I talked to Coral all night about serious matters, and I was exhausted. It was hard to convince her."

"In two days, she will come to Nuocheng to talk to Owl about Karl's grass trial...By the way...you can also check Kayan's injuries."

The smile on Brother Oaks' face froze, and the bald man turned his head in embarrassment.

The combined age of the three of them is dozens of times that of Roy, but the help provided to the two cat pies is far less than that of the latter.

You have to be ashamed.

"So the sorceress is quite useful..." Oakes wiped his nose and patted the little brother's shoulder, "Roy, you will sacrifice a little in the future, feed her, and completely win her over... The development of the Snake faction To be strong, you really need a trustworthy warlock!"

"The ready-made golden thigh, you have to cling to it. Boy, if you need to use magic in the future, you can contact Rita Nieder, which can save a lot of money." Serrit analyzed seriously.

"I don't need you to remind... Wait, what feeds and saves money?!"

"Ahem, brat, I see that your eyes are black and your face is pale. Obviously, you have put in a lot of energy last night, so you should make up for it. We are going to refine two energy potions and prepare them for you, just in case !"

Roy sighed as he looked at the three seniors who fled.

……

In the yard outside the house, the immature Maopai apprentice was wielding a training sword alone, his thin body jumping back and forth on a dozen wooden stakes.

Flexible as a monkey.

From his mouth, Roy learned that his teacher Vulture and Kayan went to the seaside on the outskirts of Nuocheng together, looking for the wreckage of the "Flying Buck" and the blueprint of the Cat School.

In Roy's memory, there were only a few water ghosts in that place, and they were not very interested, so he didn't intend to get involved.

……

The two shops are still being renovated, Cantila is also guarding there, and several companions are busy with their own affairs.

For a while, Roy was free instead, so he took Golfin Yellow Dog to the market stall to visit the old Moore couple who sold vegetables, and stretched the dog's mouth into a big cake, which made Xiaomi Norg laughed.

In fact, according to the current financial resources of the witcher, the old Moore couple can live a prosperous life without working.

But the two couples have worked hard for most of their lives, and they are not used to it if they insist on taking time off and living a pampered life.

He didn't force it.

After chatting with his family for a while, the witcher was ready to relax, pick up a long-forgotten hobby, and go to the tavern to have a kwent addiction.

But just as he took out the Gwent card, he suddenly remembered something, which was buried deep in his memory——

More than a year ago, on the day he left Kaye Village, the one-eyed Jack of the old captain's tavern asked him to bring greetings to an old man, Frank at No. 320 by the Canal in Noble City (Volume [-], Chapter [-]).

"If old Jack didn't give generously, I might not have been able to join the Snake Pie."

What's more, the old man gave him a pair of expensive Gwent cards.

Just available.

"This favor must be done!"

……

civilian area.

It took a long circle around the gurgling canal.

Roy just found a dilapidated two-story building in the southwest corner of the river. Beside the mottled door, there was a wooden sign - No. 320, Ring River.

"Boom... is there anyone?"

"Bang, bang! Is Frank in there?"

"crunch-"

The door opened, revealing a decadent man's face.

He looks about 40 years old, with sharp facial features and slightly prominent cheekbones.

Because he hadn't taken care of his personal hygiene for a long time, his face was oily, his chin was covered with blue stubble around his ears, and clumps of greasy brown hair hung on his shoulders, exuding a faint smell of rancidity.

The man seemed to have not had a good rest for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But his body is like a grizzly bear standing upright, at least 1.9 meters high, his arms and neck are full of rock-like muscles, his body is extremely strong, and there is a layer of palm on the edge of the door frame Thick calluses, a finger-long old scratch can be seen above the collarbone.

Todd

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Identity: Mercenary

……

"Who are you, Your Excellency?" The man's gray eyes swept over the demon hunter - the gray-black armor, vigorous figure, dark golden vertical pupils, attire and imposing manner, he did not look like a good citizen.

The big man leaned forward, his brows were furrowed, and he made a very oppressive posture. There were ravines on his forehead, and he seemed full of thoughts.

"Who are you? If I remember correctly, the owner of this house should be called Frank?" Roy looked at the big man without showing any weakness, and his tone became cold.

The identity of a mercenary, coupled with this sturdy body.

Why does he feel that this guy is going to be bad for the target!

The man shook his head, looked over the witcher's shoulder, stared at the water surface of the canal, and said in a slightly sad low tone, "No matter who you are, what is the purpose of looking for the old man, it is too late, Frank is dead For five years... I am the only one living in this house now."

Keen perception told the witcher that the strong man was not lying.

He sighed in disappointment,

"This visit is mainly to send a greeting to Frank. It comes from his old friend One-Eyed Jack. I didn't expect... oh..."

"You mean the one-eyed old widower who once sailed in Sintra and later settled in Aden, and loves to collect Gwent cards?" The man's tone suddenly became subtle.

"It's operating cargo ships in Skellige!"

"Well, I remember wrongly. Come in and sit down, friend..." The man stretched out his hand to invite.

Roy followed him into the room, and then frowned, a smell of sweat and rancidity rushed into the nostrils, making people think of socks that hadn't been washed for many days mixed with spoiled bread, making people want to vomit .

And the layout of the room.

It's the same as most frustrated middle-aged men who live alone: ​​dusty floors, messy dishes that haven't been cleaned, broken sofas full of changes of clothes, and a pile of empty wine bottles.

The man sat down on the sofa.Da Lie Lie stretched out his hand and pushed, pushing the sweaty clothes around him to the ground, revealing an empty seat covered with unknown brown spots.

"Well, I'll just stand there."

"It's up to you!" The man didn't mind, he raised his head and forced a smile, the dense wrinkles on his forehead still contained lingering sadness, "How is old Jack now, is his body still strong, can he run?"

"Of course, I can eat and drink, and even took the time to kill a few wolves, but that was a year ago, and I haven't been back to Aden for a long time." Roy looked around, and the old wooden stairs went up. The second floor is divided into several small rooms.

"By the way, I'm Frank's son, Todd, a mercenary who just returned to Nordic not long ago." The man stretched out his callused palm.

The demon hunter shook back forcefully, "I am the snake witcher, Roy."

When Todd heard this, his gray pupils shrank into a slit, and a trace of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

He stood up excitedly, his tone excited.

"Dark golden vertical pupils, this body shape, Master Demon Hunter, it really is you!"

This kind of reaction made Roy find it very interesting. Most people would not give a good face after knowing their identities, but the other party was uncharacteristically happy, unless——

"Master Roy, I think it must be the guidance of fate that I can meet you today." Todd raised his head, with anticipation on his greasy cheeks, "I have long heard that demon hunters have all kinds of incredible abilities, like Can detect any clues, better at tracking and finding people than hounds?"

"Then?"

Roy put his arms around his chest and raised his chin. He felt that business was coming to him again.

Chapter 28 The Missing Daughter

Todd, like most ordinary people, was born in an ordinary family in Nordic City.

Mother is a gentle and strong woman, while father Frank is a sailor who has worked under One-Eyed Jack for decades and spent half his life wandering in the sea of ​​Skellige.

Todd rarely saw his father, and his strong mother raised him alone.

But he inherited Frank's temper and character, restless with the status quo, eager to make contributions.

Even at the age of 20, after having a wife and daughter, Todd still stubbornly chose to leave Noble City to pursue a life of excitement and adventure.

This walk is 15 years.

He wandered in the northern kingdoms, wherever war broke out, he was there: he once helped Prince Seward suppress the rebellion in Elland, and he also joined a group of farmers in Holloton in Velen to revolt against the mountain. Fighting against thieves and exploiting them, he was awarded the title of honorary townsman of Hollowton after victory.

For 15 years, Todd survived hundreds of battles of different scales and became an elite mercenary.

But he has become more hard-hearted than his father Frank, and has never returned home for more than ten years.

I never saw my parents or my wife and daughter once.

Until the age of 35, he accepted the employment of Queen Calanthe of the Kingdom of Sintra and did a year of investigative work in the Amer Mountains.For the first time in his life, Todd felt tired, lonely, and nostalgic.

Daydreaming for 15 years and earning nothing but a sum of money.

Making meritorious deeds is even more of a joke.

Urging on him with a longing inside, he knew it was time to go home.

So he let go of all his worries and returned to the hometown he loved and hated, Nuocheng, where he had been away for more than ten years.

"I thought there would be a warm home, and a table full of rich food and wine was waiting for me." Todd stared at the magic lamp under the ceiling, his eyes were blurred and his tone was low.

After hearing this story, Roy's face became complicated. To a certain extent, Todd's experience was similar to that of a witcher... wandering, loneliness, death, and perennial battles.

But why did he learn from his unreliable father Frank, so confused and cruel?

Obviously have a wife and children but do not know how to cherish.

Abandoning the aging mother, young wife, and young daughter, regardless of them, for 15 years.

No sense of responsibility!

"But when I returned to Noble City, I only waited for an empty home..." Todd sat on the sofa with red cheeks, propped his knees with one hand, and wiped his eye sockets with the other hand, "They're all dead, all of them are dead. "

Roy was taken aback.

"My mother, Olena, died of tuberculosis ten years ago!"

"My wife, Colleen, also died of tuberculosis eight years ago!"

"Frank, he drank to death five years ago..."

Todd's voice stopped abruptly, his chest heaved, and his nose was blowing heavily.

Roy is silent, most ordinary people in this world end up like this, right?Death due to illness or accident.

To be able to live until old age and death is just an unattainable luxury.

He sighed, "I remember you mentioned that there is a daughter, where is she?"