God-level Demon Hunter

It has almost become a magical creature that only exists in legends.

Roy sighed. He naturally understood the nature of shapeshifters. Most of them were very kind and would not harm humans maliciously.

But there is an old saying that goes well, everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty.

With such a heaven-defying ability, kindness has become their weakness, and the end is predictable.

……

Seeing that the demon hunter was silent, Gawain stood up from the corner, took a deep breath, and calmed down his restless mood, "Master...have you finished asking all the questions? Should we talk about business?"

"As you wish," Roy ended the topic, "but I have to talk about the rules first."

"Your Excellency Gao Wen, no matter whether the deal is successful or not, you must not reveal a word of what I will say next?"

The demon hunter's eyes turned cold, and a cold evil spirit emerged from his body, "Otherwise, you will not only be chased by the eternal flame, but also a group of demon hunters!"

"But if you complete this deal! For the rest of your life, you will have everything you want for food and clothing!"

"You will enjoy the luxurious life of the richest people in Nordic City!"

The shapeshifter's heart skipped a beat, and he swallowed his saliva.

I just feel my scalp tingling.

As timid as he was just about to shake his head and refuse.

Suddenly thinking of the current situation, one-on-one with this irreproducible demon hunter, is there room for him to refuse?

Will the witcher let him go?

And the old days of being useless.

He has had enough too!

Opportunities lie ahead.

"Gao Wen, be brave, show the guts of a shapeshifter!"

Self-motivated repeatedly.

The doppelganger trembled all over, his face flushed, and he nodded heavily, "I promise, I swear, if there is any leak, I will die a terrible death, and there will be no whole body..."

"Enough, enough, Your Excellency Gawain, we will be friends from now on!" Roy reached out to shake his hand gently.

"Getting to the point, what do you think of the Big Four, no, the Big Three now? What's your impression?"

"Francis Beran, the beggar king, Cleaver the butcher, Olof Beard the collector?"

"That's right..."

Although Gao Wen didn't know why the other party asked such a question, he answered honestly, "I neither hate them nor love them. But I hate Collector. This guy is a warlock supremacist and discriminates against all non-human beings! Including shapeshifters and witchers."

"And I heard that he had a lot of outrageous hobbies in private, collecting corpse specimens and so on... It's called collecting art."

"Actually, he's a pervert, bastard!"

Roy nodded, feeling more and more happy, and things were going in the direction he liked.

"Then, do you think you are qualified to continue to sit in a high position as one of the giants of Nordic City with the behavior of a collector?"

"What do you mean?" Gao Wen couldn't help taking a step back. He wasn't stupid, he had a few thoughts in his mind, guessed what the demon hunter was thinking, and suddenly his face changed, "You, you can't be..."

"How can that work? Impossible! The Olov family has a great career, with countless bodyguards around him, and he is still a spellcaster, wearing countless enchanted items!"

The demon hunter raised the corner of his mouth, his tone was full of confidence and courage, inexplicably convincing,

"Listen to me, a few of my companions and I are responsible for eradicating the collector, and you don't need to take risks, you just need to cooperate with us, seize the right time, transform into his appearance, and replace him!"

"From now on, all his property, everything he owns, will belong to you."

"Of course, after this is done, you will be an ally of the demon hunter. We will help each other and benefit each other!"

"Gulu..." Gao Wen swallowed.

His expression was frozen, and he was too shocked to make any expressions.

"Gao Wen, now, Roy, the demon hunter of the Viper School, I'm here to formally ask you if you are interested in replacing the collector!" The demon hunter stretched out his hand, and a handful fell from the sky. The rain, opened his arms, his face calm and at ease.

"Are you willing?!"

"Together with the demon hunter, destroy that bitch!"

Chapter 40 Collectors' Good Friday

Winter is approaching.

The fine and continuous rain, accompanied by the howling cold wind from the sea, made the passers-by who covered their heads and trotted on the street shiver.

On the second floor of the Spear Cave, sparks crackle in the fireplace, and a crystal magic lamp illuminates a magnificent room.

The clock ticked twelve o'clock.

Olof Beard was leaning on the window sill, squinting his narrow eyes, looking through the curtains made of drizzle, looking at the market not far downstairs, lingering in the rain.

In the row upon row of shops, under the umbrellas, vendors and customers wrung out their wet clothes and trousers while shivering and bargaining.

He exhaled hot air from his face flushed with cold.

This was Olof's favorite moment, sitting comfortably in the superior man's room, carefully selecting the "lucky one" from the hundreds of ordinary people in the Nuocheng Market, and dedicating himself to the great science of magic.

In his opinion, the commoners of Nuocheng in the market are a little bit more advanced than the most humble non-human races. It is very rare to have a chance to come into contact with magic once in a lifetime. They should feel honored and die without regret.

What's more, mortals will eventually die, but it's just four or fifty years of mediocrity.

And he, the ruler of Nuocheng, the pioneer of magic science exploration, and the person chosen by the great collector, can become exquisite specimens and works of art, and obtain another form of eternal life!

In fact, decades after Olof changed his name, his temper and hobbies remained unchanged.

Compared with the teacher buried in the stinky mouth of the water ghost, he is more interested in the collection itself.

However, every piece of collection must undergo appropriate experimental transformation before it is eligible to enter his collection room.

For example, the beautiful and pure Daughter of the Black Sun that I discovered two months ago.

"Life is nothing but a high-level experimental material. Only by becoming a collection can we realize the greatest value." Orlof stared at the direction of the market, muttering intoxicatedly, "Let me see, whose is it today? Lucky day?"

……

"call……"

Two thugs with fat bodies, fleshy faces, black hair on their chests under tight leather jackets, and muscular arms stood under the golden signboard of the Spear Cave, with serious expressions and slow eyes, looking back and forth at the customers entering and leaving the brothel.

Two men in thick gray cloaks stepped on the slippery ground, one left and one right, and walked into the line of sight, braving the pattering rain.

The gatekeepers each stretched out a hand and crossed themselves outside the gate of the Spear Cave. Those who stopped would confiscate dangerous weapons.

Suddenly a stunning blue light flashed in front of his eyes.

The cloaker's fingers quickly outlined two inverted triangle seals, as flexible as butterflies dancing among the flowers.

The two thugs were instantly dazzled by the flowers, and followed the cloaked man into the rain with dull expressions and a dazed look.

Afterwards, three other "new customers" dressed in plain gray, with strong stature and amber eyes, entered through the gate.

In the hall shrouded in obscene sounds and ambiguous lights.

The three walked to a corner table.

A Quint match is on the mend.

Both sides of the game were red-faced, and among the onlookers was a bald middle-aged man who was engrossed in watching the game.

The witcher came to him, looking around casually.

One, two, three... A total of three bodyguards stood in the shadows at the corner of the hall, their eyes vigilantly scanning the laughing and profiteering guests and the gorgeous girls with coquettish words.

Look up again.

In the corner room on the left side of the second floor, two burly men stood guard at the door, as if two stone sculptures were motionless.

The witchers exchanged glances.

Oakes suddenly walked towards the heavily made-up bustard in the middle of the hall, raised the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows, rubbed his hands like a customer "ordering food", and chatted happily with her.

The bodyguard on the roof was attracted by his loud voice.

And the bald man stood behind the bald man, his huge muscular body blocked the sight of the bodyguards on the first floor.

Serrit patted the bald man on the shoulder.

"Well, why? I know you? Don't block me from watching the game?!" The bald man said cursing with impatience, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

His eyes were blank and dazed at first, and then widened.

There are vertical and horizontal ravines in front of the forehead.

The crooked mouth and squinting eyes are full of hostility!

My whole body began to tremble, trembling with anger!

Serrit quietly stuffed a small bag of compensation into his trousers pocket, and left the table with the bald man.

Slowly walking towards the bodyguard in the corner.

"Bang! Bastard, dare to cheat, greedy for my money, tired of you!" The bald middle-aged boy suddenly shouted, stood up and overturned the Quint chessboard in front of him.

Wine bottles shattered into pieces, Gwent cards and Krona scattered all over the floor

Suddenly, a pot exploded in the hall!

Several onlookers began to scramble for it.

The bald man blushed, and viciously pushed down an angry Quint player who was about to explode, and then rushed forward and wrestled into a ball.

The onlookers were busy picking up money, and some people applauded.

Unexpectedly, the bald man frantically made another strike back, pulling an innocent bystander into the battlefield.

The hall became a mess!

……

The two bodyguards in the corner were startled, with grinning grinning faces, they rushed over aggressively.

At the same time, the guests in the hall, the waiter, and even the two bodyguards upstairs were all attracted.

Oakes is still entangled passionately with the bustard.

The two demon hunters were like lightning, one left and one right, stepping on their feet a few times, and instantly approached the last bodyguard who stayed in place.

The purplish red face and bearded muscular man moved his lips, and before he could make a sound, one of his ring fingers was folded, and the palm of the other four fingers was stretched out in front of him.

He trembled like an electric shock.

He raised his head suddenly, raised the corner of his mouth, and revealed a weird smile.

Straight up the stairs.

Downstairs behind him, two bodyguards were giving a harsh lesson to the bald man, one put his arms around his neck, and the other punched his chest and abdomen.

No one noticed his movement.

……

As soon as the bodyguard shop with a strange smile came, he raised a money bag and waved warmly to the two colleagues in the corner of the second floor.

"Ding ding ding dong..."

The pleasant sound of coins colliding attracts a person...

then……

A few minutes later, in a spring-like room in the Lance Cave, five bodyguards with big arms and round waists were arranged in a line on the big bed, snoring like thunder.

The bustard and Oakes who were guarding the hall also disappeared.Everything was quiet and orderly again.

The remaining two demon hunters, accompanied by an ordinary man with a simple and honest face, stepped up the stairs and walked to the corner room on the second floor.

……

Olof Beard was observing with great interest an ugly man with a lion-nosed, wide-mouthed and pockmarked face, "This ugly monster looks really unique, could it be a cross between a dog and a frog? Let me think about it." , how should you transform it so that you can become a perfect collection?"

Olof propped his chin in front of the window sill, with a cruel light in his eyes.

suddenly.