The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Manji stroked the blood-stained torture instrument with one hand and gritted his teeth.

He needs evidence, an evidence that can be directly investigated and cultivated!

咚咚咚——

The back door of the secret room was knocked.

"Come in!"

Not everyone can get in and out through this door. Only when doing something that other people cannot discover, will they leave the headquarters and enter the alley behind.

Accompanied by the creak of the door shaft, a man in a black turban walked in. He bowed to Manji and delivered a letter. Manji took the letter, which was signed by Hawthorne II.

No one knows how many conspiracies are going on or will be going on in the dark corners that Novigrad can't see. To be precise, this city is built on an invisible spider web, and countless stakes and human relationships are built into this unique network. Everyone is involved, everyone is involved, tasting the food brought by the spider web, and can never get away.

"I'm telling you, Demon Hunter, this is called interpersonal relationship." Dixie, who was trapped in a recliner, opened his arms and exclaimed, "Generally speaking, the conditions for becoming the master of the spider web depend on two things. , One is your personal strength, the other is accumulation of time. Sometimes I keep wondering, how far have you been without anyone noticing it? Well, Demon Hunter? Everyone else Say, everything about you is brought to you by the queen of Baihuagu, but I am not that group of fools. I have observed the situation of Baihuagu. It is not so much that you have become rich and decent because of a queen's love. It is better to say , Baihua Valley can go to the present, you are indispensable. Am I right?"

"How can you have this illusion."

Zelin chuckled and shook his head. He sat on the other recliner and let out a long sigh. Dikoscher entertained him and invited him to relax here. He has not taken a good rest for five consecutive days after experiencing the things on Suned Island. He doesn’t mind today when he asks Dikoscher’s subordinates to inquire about the news, take the opportunity to take a good rest for his body: "Don’t make trouble, Enid It’s the queen, and I’m just a demon hunter. From any point of view, I’m not like the kind of person you say. I always think I’m lucky to meet her and give me so many opportunities."

Dikoschi laughed lowly: "Queen Fenbeda seemed to be a little overwhelmed some time ago. She rarely took a bad move, but it seems that you did not accept her kindness to join Nilfgaard?"

"In politics, we are always neutral." Zelin said: "Some people may be inclined, but the demon hunters will not join any war or internal fighting of political factions. This is meaningless to us. The kingdom will disappear, but the professions of farmers and fishermen will never, and will only become more convenient and efficient. We are a profession, not a political group."

"Very few people think like you, Zellin." Dikoscher's eyes flashed suspiciously: "But you didn't break with your queen? I have to admit that you did a good job afterwards. People now All believe that the demon hunters were used by the Elf Queen, so you were betrayed, and you could only escape to other places under the threat of Nilfgard. As far as I know, some nobles in the north are considering hiring you as soldiers, as long as you Willing to avenge Nilfgaard."

"Well, Dixie, this is my personal business." Zelin sighed: "Don't mention the past."

"Yes, after all, jealousy can make a woman do irrational things, and you are obviously not the only one with Queen Fenbeda. Sometimes I want to know that the last time you went to Novigrad to deal with the plague ship incident , Who is the beautiful and capable girl who came with you..."

"Enough, Dixie, I'm here to ask you to do me a favor, not to endure..."

"Okay, okay, I know. It's just a chat, you're so nervous." Dijkstra grinned. Suddenly, the sound of the wooden door of the bathtub being pushed open behind him made him turn his head, and the steward of the **** walked in and bowed to him: "What news have you got?"

"Your Excellency, here is a letter from the Beggar King."

"Oh?"

Dikoscher took the letter, opened it and glanced at it, with a sneer on his face. He waved his hand, and the **** bowed again and backed down.

"What's the matter?" Zelin asked, he was very happy to be able to divert the previous topic. Dikoscher is a sensitive bastard. He needs his help in some matters, but he must not disclose any unnecessary information.

"The subordinates of the Beggar King recently saw that the people of Hawthorne II were in contact with the people of Manji at night. Is there anything that must be done at night? Except for going to bed, it is even more shameful than that." Dikoscher Fold the envelope: "You know Hawthorne? His family are all bastards. His father killed his grandfather, he killed his father, and now this son of a **** and the eternal flame are glaring. "

"Is it related to what I'm asking about?"

"It's related, it should be related." Dijkstra nodded: "The witch hunters of Eternal Fire recently wanted to hold a barbecue meeting. Oh, I mean, the burning ceremony, they caught a group of witches, to be in Osenfer They were burned to death. It is said that the convoy of prisoners will depart tomorrow and will be able to arrive at the ceremony venue in Osenfurt in about a day."

Chapter 2260: Secrets That Cannot Be Held

Zelin closed his eyes and thought for a while.

"I can send someone to help you, but in exchange, you have to do me a favor in the future." Dixie said lazily. He opened his arms and stretched out. "I have always agreed...Ah, everyone must have clear accounts. I will help you listen to the news, and I will give you the last time I helped me to kill the Novigrad gang. Thanks to that plague ship. Many people died and helped me develop so quickly in a short period of time. However, it is a different matter to directly send people to deal with the eternal fire. Doing this kind of thing will inevitably expose some flaws, and it will not be easy to settle."

"I want to think about another thing, Dikoscher." Zelin stretched out a finger: "It doesn't surprise me that the group of students was caught, after all, they have no fighting capacity. But is it everyone? Me? That is to say, suppose the students on that ship were all arrested, but are all the people escorted to Osenfurt? I have to figure this out, otherwise I hijacked the prison car halfway, and they decided to go directly to Nuo Vigre burned the rest, and I might not have time to come back."

If necessary, he certainly has time. However, riding a Griffon directly into the city is always the last item to consider.

"Ah, you're right, what I hate most is that someone is taking hostages to threaten me." Dixie stretched out his finger and scratched his chin. He sat up and folded the fat on his stomach. "Let's make another deal, how about it?"

"Did you know, Dikoscher? Every time I hear you say the word deal, my instinct tells me that I should reject you right away." Zelin made a joke, but it must be said that he really doesn't like to talk to Dixie dealt with. He is too shrewd and can never guess what kind of person he can deal with, and by the way sell the news about you for a good price. He was wearing a bathrobe and surrounded by steam. From time to time, women laughed outside the carved wooden door: "But reason tells me that I'd better cooperate with you."

"You are a good partner, Zelin." Dikoscher laughed: "It's not like heroes who are always enthusiastic and only know how to rush forward emotionally. Rational thinking can bring greater benefits, not Right?"

"So rational thinking made you choose to open a brothel in Novigrad?" Zelin pointed to the scene outside the carved door: "Is this to comfort your injured heart who has not been married for a lifetime?"

"It's as if a demon hunter can get married." Dickos snorted disdainfully: "In fact, we both have something in common, demon hunter. The female warlock I know hurt my heart severely. Your sorceress also hurt you. I think this is resonance, or a common topic."

"No, we are different."

"You just refuse to admit it. It's normal. Which man would admit that he was pitted by the woman lying next to him?" Dikoscher made a scattered gesture: "You know that after I was injured for the first time, it was How to release the pressure? I found all the good wine I could find, drank it happily, and spent the whole evening in the brothel. Do you want to pick a few outside?"

"No, no need, Dikoscher, the last time you asked me to drink and discuss things in those sociable places, I ended up in a lot of trouble after I went back." Zelin waved his hand firmly: "What about you? Can we figure out what the situation is? If the group of people transported are just ordinary prisoners, not apprentices of the sorcerer, and after the start of the war, they will transfer the real prisoners, then the trouble will be even greater."

"I need time. Intelligence doesn't fall from the sky." Dixie spread his hands: "I can assure you that I can get the exact information before dawn. But you owe me a favor."

The spy chief looked straight into the eyes of the demon hunter with a serious expression, Zelin pursed his mouth, and stared down at Dick Sicher's outstretched finger.

"But you have to know that there are some things I will never do, whether I owe favors to others or not."

"Of course I know." The seriousness on his face disappeared for a moment, and Dixie lay back on the chair again: "Don't worry about assassinating the king, assassinating the general, or hanging someone's head on the wall. I won’t let you do it. Demon hunters observe neutrality, right? Sometimes I envy you, because you always have excuses for rejecting others, but when you cut off a noble head at Fujian, you can Not neutral at all."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Zelin shrugged and stood up, wearing a bathrobe: "I am going to visit another friend tonight. I will come to you tomorrow morning."

"Give me an accurate time. I don't want to wait for you for several hours after I get the news in advance." Dikoscher did not stand up. He said to Zelin's back who was about to open the door: "Or give me one. Either I will set the exact time, or you will be blowing the cold wind outside at that time. Don’t blame me for not warning you in advance.”

"Um..." Zelin held the doorknob and thought for a few seconds: "How about when the sun just rises at seven o'clock in the morning?"

Witch hunters can't be escorted overnight. According to their style, since they decide to hold a public execution, they may set off during the day when everyone gets up to work and the number of people on the street is the largest. So there should be time before seven o'clock in the morning.

"Before seven o'clock, I will meet you at the entrance of the bathhouse. Do you need me to take a few people?"

"No, don't bring it alone."

Leaving this sentence, Zelin opened the door and walked out of the compartment. The women who were resting and dressing outside gathered together in twos and threes, turning their eyes to Zelin from time to time. The demon hunter didn't pay attention to other people, he was thinking about the next possibilities. Until you reach the changing room outside the bath. Dikoscher requires that any visitor entering the bathhouse can only wear the bathrobe he provided. Sometimes, he wonders if this is because he almost died in the hands of the assassin sent by Philippa five years ago, so he used this trick to ensure that every No one who enters the bathroom will carry a dagger.

After taking out his armor and weapons and making sure that there were no problems with them, he put them on and walked out of the bathroom.

The wind of the cold night blew on the face, instantly dispelling the heat wave in the bathhouse. Slightly narrowed his eyes, not far away, two witch hunters stood beside an elf who fell on the ground.

"Hey, you two." Zelin followed the witch hunter. "If I'm not mistaken, did you just take the money bag from this gentleman?"

The witch hunter stopped, they turned around, and after noticing the figure behind them, a person's face showed a confused look.

"I'm not mistaken. A demon hunter is asking what we do?" He leaned forward, spread his hand, and looked at his companion: "Is this any strange joke? What qualifications do non-human beings have to do to humans? Pointing?"

"Make it clear, mutants, this is the human world." Another witch hunter spit on the ground: "It is the kindness of humans that keeps non-humans alive. Now beggars will ask for better treatment, and they will dislike it. The denomination of the coin for the charity is small? It would be nice to keep you alive. We gave you peace and living space. A bunch of low-level species don't even understand gratitude? Don't **** get in the way."

Zelin took a deep breath and shook his head. He raised his hand and gestured to the rune of Yaxifah. A moment of confusion flashed in the eyes of a witch hunter, and his fingers turned to the second person: "Now, turn Return the money bag, and then take out ten more crowns as your compensation to him."

"Oh...oh..."

"Finally, go home and sleep. When you were patrolling outside tonight, you didn't see anything, everything was normal."

Seeing the backs of the two witch hunters staggering away, the injured male elf walked over, clutching his injured arm.

"Your money, and their compensation, go buy some bandages." Zelin handed the money bag and Krona to each other.