The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"So Ladovide needs a reason, a proof that warlock is really the culprit of all bad things, is the culprit. As long as someone hates a warlock, it can easily provoke people's hatred of all warlocks. Believe me, long ago Land rogues and street hooligans are waiting for a legal robbery approved by the king. Now, a reasonable and reasonable target of slander lies in front of him."

Curdin picked up his pen and wrote a line on the paper in front of him. Zelin spied his head and looked at the words written by the detective.

King assassin.

"Your Majesty, when the summit is over, I will order the imperial soldiers to **** the king's assassin into the venue." Hillard said. Only the pulsating brazier can hear their voices nearby. This is a secret room, the secrets of which cannot be known even by the most trusted personal guards. "At that time, the assassins will confess that King Istria, King Demavin, King Foltest, and King Hensett were all assassinated by him under the direction of the Sorcerer's Assembly."

"At that time, I will immediately order the Knights of the Flame Rose to enter the venue, capture all the sorcerers, and execute all the sorcerers in Lomugne on the spot." Ladovide rolled up the agreement and put it in his waist leather bag. "Lomune will be the beginning of a new era."

"Yes." Hillard nodded. "The beginning of a new era."

"But Kodwin won't catch it all. If Redania wants to take down Kodwin, he must bleed."

"It doesn't necessarily bleed." Curdin shook his head. "Three days ago, Radovide sent more than a dozen couriers to Kodwin. One of the couriers was destined for the Kodwin camp in Lomugne. Hensett was dead, and Radovide was splitting up to win Kodwin. Noble Wen, let them turn their allegiance to the Red Eagle. You said before, Prince Balsey...may he rest in peace, Princess Aneth is missing, so I think...what is this sound."

Zelin held his breath and listened to the sound outside the door. The running sound of iron boots gradually faded from far to near. Then he exhaled and shook his head.

"It's to arrest the people from Malaville. Curdin, you are doing a good job. I have found someone to solve the troubles in the Kodwin camp."

"Looking for someone?" The detective raised his eyebrows. "How many magical friends do you have?"

"Not too much, not too little." Zelin narrowed his eyes slightly, and the candlelight cast his shadow on the wall. "She will... solve the problem silently. Curdin."

"What's the matter?"

"Hiring you is really one of the most correct decisions I have ever made."

Chapter 1895: Hidden War

On the street, the sound of footsteps forced people to stay away from the street, which was the pace of reloading the army.

"Get out, get out!"

The knight leaned on the saber around his waist and ran forward, waving his arms to order people to make way. Teams of soldiers stepped through the weeds in the crevices of the slabs, spears lined up.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't know."

"There was no news before, so many soldiers suddenly appeared."

"Will there be a summit today?"

"Not today, there are still a few days left."

Looking at the soldiers running on the street, people inquired about each other. Lomune’s news was always transmitted quickly, everyone’s eyes were fixed on the actions of these soldiers and nobles, watching where the general’s command sword was swung, and guessing what terms were written in the agreement the kings exchanged. People with excess curiosity, spies, or both.

"I'm going to arrest people." A person said. Others gathered around. "I went to capture Malaville, ordered by Marshal Nathalis. A friend of mine who served as a soldier in the Tamoria barracks told me that yesterday Marshal Nathalis called the Knights together and sent They went to the camp near Maraville to prevent the Earl from running away. I also heard from them that Marshal Natali's soldiers rushed into the camp that night and disarmed the soldiers loyal to the Earl. Today is to formally arrest. Of."

"Why arrest Maravill? Isn't he a good person?"

"I don't know."

When people’s attention is focused on the soldiers on the street, where people can’t see, an unremarkable man bends down, takes out a piece of paper, writes a few lines on the paper, and listens to the crowd. After the arrival of the news was recorded, he slipped it into his jacket pocket and walked quickly towards the Kodwin camp.

In Camp Kodwin, the soldiers leaned listlessly on their posts. It's just standing in one place. Their king is dead, and the nobles are struggling, and no one knows who should take orders or who will have the final say next. When the spy walked into the camp, the guards at the door did not interrogate him. Of course, the guards knew him well, and no one else would go to Kodwin's camp just because they were bored.

Camp Kodwin is on a rectangular clearing with a tunnel entrance to the sewer in the middle. Every open area in Lomugne can find an entrance to the sewer. No matter whether it was buried by the collapsed ruins or hidden under weeds and vines, they have been there forever. I don't know how many years it has existed and how many explorers who want to enter the sewers to find the secret treasures of the lizard people have been swallowed up here.

Desmo's room is in a secret room at the bottom left of Kodwin's camp. There used to be some gargoyles that had lost their energy. Now, there are bookshelves, beds, and braziers in them, turning them into a comfortable house.

And jail.

On the wall of the secret room, in a small square space sunken in, stood a little girl with light yellow hair. The little girl lowered her head, tightened her mouth, and silently clutched the blood-stained doll bear in her arms.

A knight with white beard on the temples is wiping an apple with a handkerchief. He stood by the prison, but he did not need guards. A fragile little girl was held in this cell, and the cell door was maintained by the spell of a warlock. The thin blue rays of light swam through the air, cutting any intruder who rushed in.

"Has the messenger of Ladovide ever come?"

Desmo came over, reached out and took the knight's apple, and took a bite.

"Yes, here we are, we are about to reach an agreement."

"What did he say?"

"It is impossible for Tamoria to survive... The kingdom will be divided, the nobles are clamoring, and the status of the regent Natalis is at stake."

Desmo took another bite of the apple.

"The loyal Natalis will be ousted. This is expected. Loyalty and due diligence are not good qualities in Temoria."

"Nataris is about to reach an agreement with the nobles, but without Foltest's daughter, I am afraid it is still useless."

"Very good. Are domestic supplies ready?"

"Uh, a little problem." The knight hesitated for a few seconds. "There are many voices of opposition in Kodwin. They want to emulate the nobles of Tamoria and turn Kodwin into a federation governed by several nobles."

"Now it's the Federation, then the Confederacy, and finally independence." Dessmo took a bite, and threw the apple on the ground with resentment. "When I was taking care of your majesty's body in Lomugne and trying to get the advantage of Kodwin as much as possible, this was a **** nobleman who knew it would be a hindrance to me! Do they think no one knows what they are thinking? Step by step, Kodwin is divided, and no one wants to take orders from another person, so everyone should not be the king and tear down the kingdom? A group of short-sighted idiots! Without Kodwin, they are nothing!"

"That's why we are still here to obey you." The knight said. "We know who is thinking about Kodwin."

"Then I'm so moved that I almost cried." Desmo waved his hand. "It is impossible for Ladovide to only send a messenger to us. I suspect that every real-powered nobleman in Kodwin has received a secret letter. Ladovide wants to get Foltest's illegitimate daughter? Who doesn't know this? The little girl will sit on the white lily throne in the future. Yata is his queen, and if he gets this little girl again, Tamoria will be in Ladovide’s pocket. Go and tell Ladovide’s messenger that negotiation is not Ladovide used a bunch of bad checks to figure out the process of getting real money."

Aneth clutched the doll bear tightly, her nails deeply embedded in the cotton.

"Enough, you can go, I have to write a letter to Akalide to warn those **** who are ready to do nothing stupid."

After the knight saluted, he walked out of the secret room. Desmo walked to his desk. Next to the desk was a bed with a thin man in shorts lying on the bed.

"After I finish writing the report, we have time to discuss some issues. Hahaha."

The man shrank in a corner in horror.

Desmol opened the chair and was about to sit down.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, he fell forward on the table, knocked over the chair, and then slid to the ground, spreading his limbs, blood sprayed to the ground along the incision in the back of his neck, and soon he was on the body. Gathered down into a pool of blood.

A vague outline appeared in the air, and he made a quiet gesture to the frightened man with wide-eyed eyes. Frid carried the shimmering sickle and walked towards Aneth who was standing in the prison. After the warlock died, the spell cast disappeared.

"I will take you to a safe place." Frid knelt down and looked directly into Aneth's eyes. "Go and meet a demon hunter."

"...Who?"

"He let me." Frid took out a ring. "Leave this to you."

Aneth lowered her eyes and looked at the ring. Then he wiped the corner of his eye and threw away the doll bear in his hand. The voice is immature but firm.

"I'll go with you."