God-level Demon Hunter

Wild Incarnation Lv4: Druids can become one of them after observing some wild animals for a long time and thoroughly understanding their physiological habits.

Breath of all things Lv4: Druids communicate with animals and plants at a spiritual level with their extraordinary perception-to appease restless beasts and plants, promote their healthy growth, or guide them to attack.

Rejuvenation Lv3: Consume a small amount of mana to heal minor injuries.

Sky Controller Lv1: Druids can communicate with nature, use the power of nature to control the weather, arrange clouds and rain, stop storms, cause hail, and let lightning split people into ashes.

Stick weapon specialization Lv8.

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"I didn't expect that..." Oakes brushed his hair back neatly, as if he couldn't wait to strike up a conversation, so he almost put on pomade. , did not expect to be such an outstanding beauty like you."

"Now that woman, Rita Needle, has no pride anymore. You look no worse than her!"

Roy looked displeased.

"Dude, don't stare at me like that, at worst I won't speak ill of your woman behind your back!" Oakes swore, then turned around and muttered, "It's hopeless."

"The beauty or ugliness of the skin is irrelevant..." Evelyn said indifferently, "The soul that respects nature and loves life is the most precious."

The demon hunters looked at each other, feeling that this lady might not be easy to get along with.

"Ms. Evelyn belongs to the ring of Skelli Jedruids?" Vesemir asked. He has seen many druids in his life. These children of nature have traveled all over the northern region. Most of them are not young, and women are among them. Relatively rare.

"As you said, I learned the way of nature from Master Yiji in the archipelago..."

The corner of Roy's mouth twitched, suddenly he couldn't help but laugh.

He was very impressed with Yiji, this old man will practice closed-mouth meditation in the future, "the former him" had to waste a lot of energy to make the other party startle!

The woman continued to say in a flat voice, "If it weren't for your request, I think I would stay in the archipelago to practice for ten years, and then start to travel the world and get in touch with the natural way in different environments."

"By the way," she bowed to Roy, "Thank you very much for returning Ms. Kungolan's soul."

"Don't worry about it, this is just a transaction of equality and mutual benefit." Roy looked calm, "You don't blame me for the excessive demands at the beginning."

"As long as Ms. Kungulan can recover." Evelyn's vigorous face showed a trace of reverence, and she said in a fearless tone, "I am willing to sacrifice 20 years."

"Eh..." Everyone present exchanged glances secretly.

"You look very young..." Lambert changed the subject with a smile on his face, "You are not yet 30?"

"Sorry, I have passed the druid examination for more than 30 years, and I am forty-two this year." She said, a strong palm untied the back of the cane and leaned against the table, and the head of the cane was rubbed like a crystal Clear amber.

The druid's cane is by no means an ornament, or just an auxiliary tool for casting spells. Once it is swung, its sharpness is no less than that of a witcher's sharp sword.

It is easy to smash a skull and kill a person with a stick.

To some extent, druids are all powerful people who cultivate both combat skills, which can be seen from her melee attributes that surpass most spellcasters.

Another unfathomable mage, who also practiced hard in the ring of druids, has the skill of the master swordsman White Wolf.

Her blue-purple eyes looked around at the eleven demon hunters, "Although my aptitude is blunt, this is the first time I have experienced in an environment outside the circle. But please rest assured, I have a bit of talent in botany. A rare botanical garden is not a problem."

The crowd nodded.

"But according to the agreement signed between Master Mossak and you, I have a few requirements that must be mentioned. I hope you can understand."

"But it doesn't matter," said Roy.

"First, I work for you from Monday to Saturday, from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm. Other than that, I hope the Brotherhood of Demon Hunters will not interfere."

"No problem, it's about the dormitory..." Roy glanced at everyone and nodded.

"It doesn't matter if you arrange it or not... In fact, for me, woods, moss, grass, and rocks are the best beds."

"That's still a room for you, live it or not as you like." Roy rubbed his temples.

"Secondly, during my work period, no one can harass me with inexplicable reasons... This will greatly affect my work efficiency." The blue eyes focused on the smiling faces of Lambert and Oakes, as if seeing through them heart.

Caught off guard, the two grinned,

"You hear that, man," Aiden winked at Lambert, "it's you, sew your mouth shut, and keep your little heart in check."

"Ahem, Ms. Evelyn must have misunderstood something." Oakes and Lambert looked at each other with wry smiles, and patted their chests. "We don't have any evil intentions. We just want you to feel the warmth and warmth of home."

"The enthusiasm of the two of you may burn down the oak tree. The way of nature emphasizes moderation and balance. I prefer cleanliness."

They nodded in embarrassment and stopped talking.

"Should I discuss alchemy or herbalism with you?" Keyan asked in a hoarse voice.

The scarlet pupils were frighteningly bright.

The woman straightened the corolla on her forehead, turned her eyes to his face, smiled gently,

"Everything about nature, I am always with you."

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"Thirdly, Master Mossak has already informed you a series of rules and regulations for druids. I cannot do anything that violates the dogma, and you cannot force me, otherwise the agreement will be terminated early."

"The Brotherhood of the Witcher will do what it says, so you can rest assured."

"Then, for the next five years, please give me your advice." Tifflin finally smiled, and her heroic face immediately turned solemn again, "Now let's get to the point, what do you think about the Rare Botanical Garden, and the approximate area occupied The area, the types of plants..."

"We originally planned to take you around Gawain's House first."

"There will be more opportunities in the future."

"Then let's go around the scene," Lei Suo stretched out his hand, "please follow me this way."

Twelve people left the conference room one after another, and most of them returned to work.

Lei Suo, Roy, and the three alchemy apprentices led the druids directly into the alder forest, less than 100 meters deep, and came to a two-acre land surrounded by wooden fences.

Most of the land has been cleared of weeds and the fluffy soil awaits the birth of seeds.

Only a few sporadic corners are planted with more than 20 kinds of common herbs - fleas, long-leaved plantain, white chrysanthemum, calendula...

Evelyn walked around the two acres of land, her gray eyebrows furrowed, her thin lips pursed.

"I thought you would at least prepare a decent house, or a cave, but I didn't expect it to be such an open space?"

"Many herbs grow in different environments, some like yin, some like yang, it might be counterproductive for us laymen to take action," Lei Suo shook his head and explained, "It's better to wait for the professionals to come to plan and rationalize the layout. Anyway, we have Five years."

"Your words are not unreasonable." Evelyn suddenly stretched out her forearm, moved her slender fingers in the air, felt the humidity around her, then squatted down to pick up a few lumps of soil, crushed them, and pondered for a moment, "This The soil quality of the land is just barely good, and it takes half a month to slightly transform it, and it can cultivate about [-] kinds of herbs..."

"But first you must build a qualified greenhouse... There must be crystals on the ceiling to filter sunlight, and the walls are about half a meter thick... But you don't need to be responsible for the roof. I will use magic to create a plant cover for it."

The two demon hunters and the three apprentices nodded and memorized, their eyes gradually brightened.

"Secondly, dig a reservoir to grow aquatic plants."

Evelyn proposed more than a dozen improvement measures in one breath, and most of the locations were planned by her according to the different growth environments of the herbs.

The overall pattern of the botanical garden gradually became clear.

"Since we mainly plant rare plants, you must have prepared seeds in advance? I can't let them take root out of thin air."

Lesso took out small snakeskin bags from his potion pocket.

"We have collected more than 20 kinds of rare plant seeds, you can see if there is any problem."

All of them are carefully selected by demon hunters and can be used to refine potions.

The woman weighed the bags in her hand, unwrapped them one by one, and poured out a bunch of sesame seeds of different colors, her blue eyes sparkled, and she moved her nose.

"Blood moss, buckthorn, allspice, mandrake... the quality is barely good."

"It's not too bad for the current environment."

"I'll add some more to you..." She turned the handle of her cane, poured out another pile of yellowish seeds, and smiled at the three curious children, "From the archipelago Several rare plants that are suitable for transplanting are given to you as a meeting gift."

"Grateful."

"I have one last question." Evelyn put the walking stick behind her back again, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and asked solemnly, "What is the purpose of cultivating so many rare plants? I hope you can answer honestly. "

"I'm not going to hide it from you..." The bald man tapped the thick boots on the ground, "There is only one reason why a demon hunter needs herbs, and they are used to refine medicines for healing and assisting in combat."

"Ma'am, I hope you understand," Roy said sternly, "We are not naturalists or druids, and we have no obligation to protect rare plants."

The woman's face froze.

Roy changed the topic, "But under the premise of not affecting the brotherhood's needs, we are happy to cooperate with you to engage in some limited plant protectionism."

Evelyn's eyes lit up, and she stretched out her hand, "Then I swear to Mother Nature that I will do my best to help the Brotherhood establish a rare botanical garden!"

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Chapter 15 completed

sintra.

The air was cold and there were two dark clouds hanging in the sky.

A man dressed in rough linen and dressed as a sailor walked through the winding alleys, entered the noisy market, and stopped at various vacant stalls from time to time.

He carried a white radish and walked to the stall where the cattle and sheep were kept, pretended to nibble on it, turned his eyes towards the bustling crowd, and quietly pricked up his ears.

The narrow-eyed livestock dealer took a puff on his pipe, "It's so strange today. The soldiers on the street stared like copper bells, as if all the passers-by were robbers. The Winter Solstice is coming, and it's not worth doing such a thing." Right? Could it be that another bunch of foreign envoys are coming to Sintra?"

"Speak softly..." The fish vendor next to him made a silent gesture and smiled mysteriously, "Don't let anyone listen to you!"

"who?"

"Idiot, use your pig's brains! Ever since the news came from the south, there have been some moths and bad species with malicious intentions in our great motherland - they don't dare to fight against the warriors of Sintra, and they prefer to play tricks , They should have been cleaned up long ago! Hang them on the gallows!"

"Today, His Majesty East finally made the right decision!"

……

"Crack!"

The sailor stuffed the last piece of crispy radish into his mouth, wiped his sweaty hands with the corner of his clothes, quickly left the market, and walked towards the city gate.

Teams of heavily armed soldiers patrolled the streets. If they encountered someone whose appearance, dress and accent were different from the local area, they would stop and question them. In just a few hundred meters, the sailors passed by several waves of soldiers and witnessed a sneaky man in a cloak , a businessman with a white hat on his head, gold-rimmed glasses between the bridge of his nose, and a Nasser accent was taken away.

"Bah!" The sailor cursed inwardly, turning his eyes to the city gate.

A black luxury carriage was parked at the gate of the city. On one side of the body was inlaid with the royal emblem of Sintra with three lions on a blue background. A group of knights surrounded the carriage. They were dressed in solid snow plate armor. They had a powerful figure and sharp eyes like eagles. .

Through the gold-flecked curtains of the carriage, he vaguely saw a majestic profile, regal, like the profile on currency.

Beside the carriage, the city gate was much more heavily guarded than before. The original five guards were replaced by fifteen, and the number of crossbowmen on the upper battlements had doubled several times.

Every citizen who entered or exited the city gate was severely interrogated.

If something went wrong, a bunch of weapons were hung around his neck and he was escorted back to prison.

A hint of thought flashed in the sailor's dark eyes, he rubbed his chin, and quickly went under the eaves on both sides of the street.

After passing through a dark and cramped alley, he came to a dilapidated two-story western-style building in the south of Sintra.

Just about to step on the stairs, go home and hide for a while.

The noise in the distance made his heart tremble.

Three soldiers in chain mail and with long swords on their waists were whispering something to an old man with a rough face and a felt hat. The old man's big rough hands were gesticulating vividly in front of him, obviously describing someone's height and appearance.

As soon as the sailor showed his head, the sharp eyes of a soldier standing on the second floor locked onto his figure instantly.

"There he is! Go after him!"

In an instant, three soldiers rushed down the stairs like wolves and tigers, and chased after them.

The latter's expression changed drastically, and without saying a word, he slid into the entrance of the alley, stepped on the dirty ground and garbage dumps, and ran wildly for his life.

A fierce shout came from behind.

It's like poking a swarm of wasps.

He has no chance to hide at all!

The soldiers patrolling along the street heard the call and joined the pursuit team one by one, yelling and chasing after him.

"Stop, bastard!"

"Spy who killed a thousand knives, may you contract malaria!"

The man's chest heaved rapidly and he hid all the way to Tibet, panting, sweating profusely from running, and barely fled to the port of Sintra.

"Whoosh-"

A crossbow arrow fell to his feet, a hole broke in the ground, the broken arrow crossed his thigh, and blood flowed horizontally.