The Demon Hunter

In this magical world similar to medieval Europe, lords, large and small, are scattered throughout the road. They govern their territories in various cities, and their homes are generally the most majestic buildings in the city - castles, priests The cathedrals are mostly sub-majestic, and there are soldiers to protect their safety.In fact, those kings are also lords, but they own more land and more subjects, their castles are called palaces, and their residence is also called the capital of a certain country...

And the city that Cologne ran all the way to, obviously does not belong to the capital, and the lord who lives in it is definitely not a king.The city walls here are even made of wood, and the gray flags fluttered feebly. When the two soldiers at the door saw them, they immediately retreated behind the door with a scream, and then two arrows were nailed to Coloin's toes. Before.

"Wait here." Ansel patted Coloin on the shoulder, and walked towards the city wall—actually it was just a taller wooden fence. "We are demon hunters! Prey! We have no malicious intentions, we just want to heal and get supplies in your city! Of course, there are also some things happening in your territory, I need to talk to your lord!"

Ansel opened his arms, indicating that he had no weapons, and approached the wooden door while shouting.An arrow shot out of it, nearly piercing his head.

"Stand there and don't move!" someone yelled inside.

Cologne noticed that Ansel sighed and cursed something, both of them thought they would have to wait this time, and they might even be driven away.However, after only 2 minutes, the door opened, and a relatively well-dressed man and a priest came out.

"Demon hunter, do you have any approval from the church?"

"Yes." It seemed that Ansel had already taken the documents when he walked over. He took them out of a small leather bag and handed them to the pastor with the white beard.

"It seems that you have gained a lot." The old pastor glanced twice, nodded towards the lord, and then the two of them looked at the slow cart, "It seems that you have gained a lot, but... then Are they three hellhounds? You hunted them around here?"

"Yes, on this point, I think I need to talk to the lord carefully. But two of my companions were injured, so..."

"Pastor John will take care of them. I'd love to hear what happened in my territory. In fact, I almost can't wait." The lord said with a wry smile. Not at all, as you can guess from the wretched place he lives in - a village that deals with demons is obviously not going to be happy to pay taxes to a human lord anymore.

"Ansel." Cologne called out, but Ansel only waved his hand at him: "Leave the limelight to me."

Is it really for the limelight?Ke Luoyin felt that the guy did it for protection, fearing that he might say something wrong.After all, their identities as inhuman demon hunters have always been embarrassing.

"Don't worry about anything, my child." Pastor John walked to Coloin's side, "That lord is a nice person, what we have to do now is to help you take these things... oh~ it seems that you are a strong man boy."

Cologne pulled the car into this small city that couldn't be smaller. In fact, even the lord's castle and church here are made of wood, and some civilians and soldiers even live in shacks.But the affairs of these people were not what Cologne cared about. As soon as he arrived at the location, he carried Lance out of the car and followed the pastor into the church.

A young trainee priest greeted him. The three of them cleaned the wound for Lance with warm water and soft linen. Then the two priests began to chant spells. First, black liquid flowed out from certain wounds, which were the teeth of hellhounds. And the poison of the claws, when the wound turns bright red, the next step is to start healing.

After 10 minutes, Lance was naked but intact, without a single scar, and the fever had subsided—this was actually the first time Cologne saw magic. magic.

"I will prepare some potions when..."

"Sorry pastor, I even forgot to introduce. He is Lance, I am Cologne, and the one who left with the lord is Ansel."

"No, it's my own bad brain." Pastor John smiled. Although he was a man with a white beard, his gentle feeling was very similar to Pastor Mary's. But I've forgotten. But anyway, when he wakes up, take his medicine and it will restore his strength."

"Can't you use magic?" Cologne asked curiously. The priests in the game are all powerful characters who can fight endlessly—as long as Lan is free—can the priests here only heal wounds?

"The pastor is not using magic, but divine art." Pastor John corrected seriously.

"Sorry, I..." Cologne almost slapped his own mouth. He forgot that the priests and magicians here are not friendly, and there are even some conflicts, especially after the necromancer appeared among the magicians.

"I can forgive, but be careful, Cologne. Some priests are not as easy-talking as I am."

"Yes." Ke Luoyin quickly admitted his mistake, and warned himself not to talk too much no matter how curious he was, otherwise he really wouldn't know how he died.

"Divine spells can heal physical wounds, soothe souls, and even punish those who have committed crimes or 'things', but they really cannot restore lost physical strength, as well as vitality, that is to say, we cannot fight against life and death."

Ke Luoyin nodded honestly, even if he didn't understand, he understood.

Pastor John finally regained his original kindness: "I think you are tired too, my child. There is a well behind the church. You can fetch water to wash yourself. Sorry, there is no hot water here. However, when you come back, Evan (pointing to the young novice priest) has some hot food ready for you."

"Thank you very much, Pastor John."

John smiled and left with the trainee pastor.

Cologne stood there stupidly for a while, wrapping the quilt for the sleeping Lance. When he opened his luggage bag, he realized that he could not wear the original clothes at this stage, and according to the last time He still needs to maintain the experience of transformation for three or four hours.Then borrow someone else's?Ansel's will never be considered, that guy will always remember the favor you owe.So, Lance?

Taking another look at a sleeping person, going through someone else's luggage without their permission, and taking someone else's clothes doesn't sound like a friendship-enhancing behavior.Then it's even worse to quarrel a person who has just been out of danger and is sleeping and recovering his strength, just for a piece of clothing...

Finally, with a sigh, Coloin grabbed the sheet on the other single bed—thanks to Reverend John, who put them in a double room, and he'll make good use of this sheet, he should It can be wrapped in the style of an ancient Roman toga.

So 15 minutes later, Cologne, who was wearing an "ancient Roman robe and sheet", took the food and medicine brought by Evan's trainee priest with an embarrassed expression.

It was a bowl of potatoes and chicken pies sizzling hot, and a loaf of brown bread.Smelling the aroma of food, Cologne has no appetite, but he should be hungry, after all, he hasn't eaten for almost a day, no, he ate.Cologne rang the succubus and those dogs, which made him a little awkward again - he no longer felt sick about devouring souls.Cologne didn't know whether this should be good or bad.

He pursed his lips, which must be kept a secret, because he was sure that if he was found, he would be the one to be hunted next time.So he tried his best to pretend to be hungry, and began to eliminate the food quickly.

"Hmm..." After destroying more than half of the food, Cologne heard a voice. He thought it was Lance who was about to wake up, but when he looked at Lance, the other party was still lying there obediently—he didn't even When I fall asleep, I have a calm face...

"Cologne?" When the other party spoke for the second time, and with those meaningful syllables, Cologne realized that it was Evan who hadn't left.

"Yes." Cologne felt his throat a little dry. He didn't quite know what the priest was going to do. Did he see that he was not hungry, or even that he was a monster?Obviously, Cologne was scaring himself.

"You killed those demons?"

"Yes."

"Sorry, I know I'm asking stupid questions, after all their bodies are piling up outside, I just wanted to...you know, you, you guys are all heroes."

"Thank you." Cologne was relieved, it seems that this is just a little boy who grew up in the church and began to worship idols, "Sorry, I'm not good at words, but Ansel is back, you can listen to his words Tell me." That guy is sure to tell a great "story."

"It's okay." Evan smiled shyly and somewhat disappointed. Later, he cleaned up the dishes, got up and left.

After some time, when Lance woke up from his coma, he lent Cologne clothes, took medicine himself, and drank some potato and chicken soup, Ansel came back.Evan, who came to deliver food again, was looking forward to it, but seeing Ansel's face, the boy immediately ran to his mentor.

"You look awful."

"If you were being acted like a baby by a two-hundred-pound lady, you'd be worse than me. My wounds are probably torn, and the bones that were good must be broken."

Considering that Ansel might have just been tragically "ravaged", and that he hadn't had much rest, and the wound was only hastily bandaged before, Cologne decided not to quarrel with him, and he gave up his bed.Ansel immediately threw himself on it, and fell asleep the moment his head occupied the pillow.

Even afterwards, Pastor John, Cologne, and Evan treated his wound, but his eyelids did not move.

"Cologne, do you want me to calculate the results of the hunt for you?" No need to go back to the registered church, every place with official priests can "account" for them, as long as there are those monster heads.

"Not yet, thank you, Pastor John. But I'm still a newcomer, this is the first time, I don't know how to do it yet, so I have to wait for Ansel to wake up."

"You mean, this is your first hunt, all of you? That's all you got." Although Pastor John had seen Cologne's immature, almost ignorant and reckless before, he thought that this It's just that Cologne is not good at talking.

"Lance and I are the first time. Ansel is our guardian. He turned out to be a treasure hunter." When Cologne replied, he was sure that he saw a flash of excitement in the pastor's eyes. Light.