The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Not yet, Janet, but this is an invitation from Your Excellency Manji, how can I not go?" Chapei's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fatigue, like a sick patient who couldn't get a rest. "Your Excellency Manji only invited me and the Demon Hunter, so I won’t take anyone else. If something happens when I leave, Sister, you can take care of it for me, but make sure I can listen when I come back. To your report, and I will make the final decision."

"Yes, bishop."

Janet bowed to Chape.

"Let's go, Demon Hunter, you just told me, what did you infer the identity of the monster? Sorry, I have a headache."

"I suspect it is a poor man controlled by the deer head spirit. The deer head spirit, you can think of it as some kind of forest spirit..."

The conversation between the two gradually faded away, and Janet sighed and turned back to the temple. In the past, people in the temple often joked that Cha Pei regarded her as the heir to the bishop's position, and some jealous people said behind her that she could get to this point because she was the bishop's lover. For these remarks, she always thought that she hadn't heard, but now, she finally realized what kind of horrible whirlpool it meant to be involved.

Suddenly, she thought of a very important thing.

The temple guard who followed in with the demon hunter never came out.

On the opposite side of the street from the gate of the Witch Hunter Headquarters, a gap was slightly opened in the closed window of the private house, and a pair of pale golden eyes stared at the target on the opposite side of the road.

"Look, they are here."

Amelia retracted her gaze, Kalkistan bent down, and through the gap, he saw Zelin and Chapei walking to the Witch Hunter Headquarters. The guard at the city gate poked out his head and shouted something to the two of them, but the distance was too far for the alchemist to hear. After a while, Zelin took out a letter and showed it to the guards. The guard retracted his head, and the headquarters door opened to both sides, revealing the stables and the main building steps inside.

"They're in, Amelia. When do you do it?" Kalkstein asked, "Waiting for the signal?"

"Tell the others to be prepared and wait for them to come out." Amelia glanced at the alchemist suspiciously: "I thought you wouldn't like this kind of thing."

"Two years ago, in Vizima, a group of salamander gangsters robbed me on the bridge in the name of collecting taxes, so Geralt and I killed them all." Kalkstein pushed his glasses and stroked me. Run the goatee on the chin: "The thing I want to do most now is to run to Tritog and use magic to engrave the words Ladovide eating **** on the gate of the palace in Redania."

Amelia shrugged and turned her gaze to the Witch Hunter headquarters again. The door was closed, and the stables and stairs in the shadow, as well as the backs of Zelin and Chapei, disappeared in the closed door.

Zelin looked around at the sound of the door closing behind him.

"The arrangement here is not like a banquet at all." He casually said to the witch hunter on the side: "It's cold, dark, and the smell of horse dung everywhere. Don't tell me your Lord Manji has the latest hobby."

"These horses are used by Lord Manji to transport prisoners." The witch hunter's face was stiff.

"Oh, I thought he had other uses." Zelin's gaze swept across the courtyard. There were almost thirty witch hunters in the courtyard. Four stood by the stables and three stood on the tower. There were two people, four on the stairs, the remaining half stood in the courtyard and half stood on the first floor of the main building. The headquarters is a two-story rectangular building with the door open to the inside. The witch hunters inside gathered in twos and threes, staring at the two who walked in. "Where is Manji?"

"It's nice to see you two come here by appointment." Manji walked out from the crowd on the first floor of the hall. He stopped, turned his head and looked at the witch hunter who was staring at the two behind him. "What are you doing here? Do your things!"

He waved his hand vigorously, and the witch hunters looked back. Manji walked over again and opened his arms.

"Welcome to you. Your Excellency Chapei, I heard that you are sick, do you feel better?"

"I feel bad at all." Zha Pei clenched a fist in front of his mouth and coughed heavily: "So these days I have rejected all interviews and invitations, except yours. I want to do it for the eternal fire, In order for the church to develop better in Novigrad, the two of us must work hard to ensure that the brilliance of the flame shines in every corner of the city."

"I think so too." Manji offered with a triumphant smile, and then looked at Zelin: "And you, the demon hunter. I heard that you have been investigating the murderous beasts in the dock warehouse during this time. How is it going?"

"Some progress, I suspect it is a deer head spirit. It may have stayed in the forest outside the city before. It has the ability to connect its soul with the victim and control the victim remotely." Zelin casually Fabricating the information of the deer head spirit, after all, only the demon hunter is interested in learning and retaining this knowledge: "I am here this time, I hope you will be careful. The deer head spirit will cast this kind of control spell when attacking. Someone nearby. As far as I know, your team was attacked by wild beasts outside the city. As a result, this happened again when entering the city, and the victim was a witch hunter. Only the deceased’s colleague knew his day Where will it go."

Manji's face stiffened, his eyes quickly swept over the witch hunters present, and he turned around and smiled: "When the banquet is over, I will investigate this matter. Come on, both of you, I have prepared the best Towson red and beef from Hackland."

Follow Manji up the stairs leading to the second floor of the headquarters. Zelin noticed that every witch hunter here had a saber hanging from his waist. They turned their backs to Zelin and Chapei while chatting with each other, but they looked at them from time to time.

"Please sit down."

This is not the first time Zelin has seen Manji's office. The office is very cramped because there is a larger torture room on the side. Sometimes Zelin wondered whether Manji preferred his office or the torture room beside him.

A rectangular wooden table is placed in the middle of the office. On top of it are silver trays containing apples, roast suckling pig, chicken, duck, fresh fish and shellfish that are hard to find in March. Three tall silver glasses were filled with cider. After the two walked in, Manji stood at the door, blinked at the witch hunter outside, and then closed the door.

The witch hunter turned around and made a gesture to the others. They held their swords and walked to the door one after another, waiting for the signal inside.

Inside the house, Manji turned around.

"Please sit down, two, today we are going to talk about many issues, such as..."

There was a sudden pause in his words, and he saw Zelin strode towards him, his eyes were not good.

"You have to do..."

Boom!

The nail-encrusted fist slammed Manji's side face fiercely, and a left uppercut made Manji fall to the ground on the right. Beside, Zha Pei deliberately spoke loudly to the wooden door.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Excellency Manji, I believe we will be able to cooperate sincerely!"

It was another kick in Manji's abdomen, causing him to shrink up suddenly, the scream that was about to be made in his throat turned into a meaningless gurgling, and his wide-open eyes seemed to jump out of his eye sockets.

Zelin bent down and grabbed Manji's throat. With the other hand, he grabbed the talisman made of anti-magic metal hanging on his neck and threw it aside. Manji stretched out his hand to grab the demon hunter's wrist, wanted to break his arm, kicked the bookcase with his legs hard, and wanted to kick the bookcase over to make a noise, attracting the subordinates outside to rush in.

The gesture of forming Yaxifahin flickered in front of his eyes, and Manji's movements immediately stopped, and his whole body was limp on the ground, his eyes blank.

"You need a good night's sleep."

"It's best not to wake up." Cha Pei walked to Zelin and lowered his eyes: "I hate thinking about these things." As he said, he raised his voice again: "This is really delicious beef, sir, this is you. Did you get it from Hackland?"

"But there are always **** in this world who are not worthy of giving kindness." Zelin stood up, took two steps back, turned and walked to the bed, opened the window, and threw out a rope.

In the alley, Amelia’s people carried away the stunned witch hunter. Du Du climbed the ladder up the back wall and into the backyard. When he climbed the wall, he took a rope by the way. There is a barb on the other end, hanging from the wall. In order to **** the prisoners, Manji sent half of the witch hunters away, and he gathered the remaining half in the front yard and headquarters. The back door was only guarded by two witch hunters at the door.

Du Du trot under the window, grabbed the rope, and Zelin pulled him up. Du Du was a little excited, his arms trembled slightly.

"You guys are all done?"

"That's right." Zelin and Du Du walked to the unconscious Manji together: "Be careful, Du Du, you must at least hold on until tomorrow."

"I understand." Du Du took a deep breath, rubbed his hands vigorously, and walked to Manji. "It's terrible, I really don't like the feeling after becoming him. I just look at him now, and I have the urge to break the witch's finger."

"Forbearance, Dudu, it won't be long."

"I understand." He pursed his mouth and exhaled slowly: "I understand."

Du Du's outline gradually melted and blurred, like thawed slime. The liquid bubbled and solidified again. Before long, the second Manji appeared in front of Zelin. "Yes, this is Hackland's beef. I specially prepared it for you, Bishop Chapei!" Du Du replied loudly and glanced at the wooden door: "And you, the demon hunter, tell me, you are right What are your thoughts on catching the beasts of the city?"

Shapeshifters are more than just transforming, they are more of copying another person, experiencing his heart and thoughts, and being affected by the emotions of the imitated.

Manji, played by Chapei and Du Du, talked to each other, while Zelin tied Manji with a rope. There are many ropes here, and all imaginable tools can be found in the interrogation room on the side, and there are some that Zelin can't imagine. In some ways, there are always people with imagination beyond ordinary people. Tishaya said more than once that if people use their imagination in normal places instead of torture, instruments of torture, and religious stories, the development of human society will be much faster.

Walking to the window, Zelin carried Manji in a sack, jumped down from the second floor, and steadily fell to the ground with the help of the silver cat ring. Walking quickly to the wall, he hung the sack on the hook and pulled it slightly. After two seconds, the person on the other side of the wall pulled the rope, and Zelin stood there holding it up and hung Manji out.

"It's done." Triss outside the wall opened the mouth of the sack, and after confirming the identity of the person inside, she stood up and waved to the others: "Take him to the warehouse. I will stay here to deal with the rest. ."

She wanted to revise the memories of the two stunned witch hunters, so that they thought they were drinking too much and fell asleep. Although she is better at destructive fire magic than mental spells, but with some headaches and hangover effects, these people will not realize that there is a problem with their memory in a short time.

Manji's banquet lasted almost half an hour, not long, but for the witch hunters waiting outside, it was tantamount to several hours. They waited for the signal inside until half an hour later, the door suddenly opened with a creak.

The witch hunters held their sword hilts one after another.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Manji. I hope you can go to the Temple Island tomorrow and discuss with me what to prepare next. I always think that your witch hunter should change to a better station. Tomorrow I will Just write to the leader, hoping that he can appoint you as the new bishop. I’m old.” Zha Pei touched the back of his head: “The position of the bishop should be assigned to more capable people. You didn’t say anything. Wrong."