The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Well, demon hunter?" The dwarf stopped, and he looked up and down Zelin's armor: "It turns out to be a real demon hunter! I was just looking for a helper, but I didn't expect there to be a demon hunter."

The dwarf wears a red striped leather jacket with a blue bottom, a white hat and green pants. The leather jacket does not fit well, revealing the white lining hem underneath.

"It doesn't sound like it is in urgent need of a demon hunter's commission?" Zelin hadn't read the power of attorney. He thought it was a demon hunter's commission, but it does not seem to be the case now: "Are you in trouble?"

"There are troubles everywhere these days." The dwarf sighed, "Too many. You can come to me again tomorrow. If you want to hear me what troubles you are having, one night is not enough."

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

"Well, it's actually very simple. I know that you demon hunters are good at finding people. My blacksmith shop was set ablaze to help me find people. How about?"

"Blacksmith's shop? Are you sure it wasn't an accidental fire?"

"How is it possible, I have been a blacksmith for fifty years, how could I have made this kind of mistake." The dwarf shook his head: "It was definitely someone who set fire. Fifty years of hard work has been lost!"

Chapter 2347: The Man of Glass

The dwarf's blacksmith's shop is by the entrance of the village. Among several thatched huts, a house with a burnt-out roof is surrounded by a low fence. In the yard there is a piece of iron felt, several wooden boxes and barrels, and a sawn plank. On the right side of the courtyard there is a small warehouse built with thatch and wooden boards.

"The people in this village are all suspects. I lived here for half a century and thought they regarded me as their own. As a result, when the black man came, everything changed. I am the only blacksmith in this area. The men in black grabbed me to serve their army. Knock flat breastplate, beat horseshoe nails and so on." The dwarf was full of grievances: "The Nilfgaards don't pay me a dime, they only give me a little bit of food. If I drink it, I have to be obedient. But these people thought I was making money from their misfortune."

"You can explain to the humans." Zelin made a suggestion to the dwarves: "Tell them, complain to them more about how the men in black treat you, and condemn the men in black with them. I think they treat you. Attitude will definitely change."

"I don't want to offend the man in black. They can come and drag me to the gallows at any time. Do you see the tree by the village? As long as someone makes a mistake, they will be hanged." The dwarf shook his head: " I don't want to participate in the war of mankind. If I can, I don't want to see the man in black at all."

"You know, Willis. This is war. If you plan to stay in a place shrouded in war, sometimes you have to make a choice. There is no third way." Zelin sighed lightly. He used to follow the army because he could leave immediately on horseback when he encountered difficult things. It is impossible for the army to send soldiers to hunt down in the wilderness because of the disappearance of a demon hunter: "The young people in this village were conscripted on the battlefield by the lord, and then died in the hands of the Nilfgaards. They can choose to be neutral. Can’t. I just heard that at least a dozen young people in this village were killed by the Nilfgaards on the battlefield. Everyone here may have friends and relatives who died under the sword of a man in black. They are full of grievances."

"Does the grievances have to be vented on me?"

"In fact, if you think about it carefully, they might have the same ideas as you. For fifty years, they have regarded you as their own person. As a result, when the man in black comes, you go to mend the intruder's armor and hit horseshoes." Ze Lin Tan Start: "The most important thing to find someone is their motivation. Only by understanding the motivation can we narrow the scope of the goal."

"They couldn't beat the Nilfgaards, so they used me to vent their anger." The dwarf muttered dissatisfied.

"So I said, you don't want to say it, who knows that you are actually being oppressed by the Nilfgaards?" Zelin shrugged, "Others are not possessed demons, how can they know what you are thinking." For others to understand, the key is whether you will explain."

Seeing what the dwarf wanted to say, Zelin waved his hand: "I will help you find someone. I have a clue, I will come back to you again."

"Excuse me, Demon Hunter."

Zelin did not go to the site to investigate, and he could roughly guess that this kind of thing was done by young people in the village with enthusiasm. Only young people will do this. Older people will be more stable. Even if they are dissatisfied with dwarves, they will not use stupid methods such as arson to vent. Zelin only needs to go to the neighborhood to find out who are the young people in the village recently. There are not many people in this village. Considering that after a war, there may be only a dozen young people alive, and then look for guys who were not with other people on the night of the fire.

Almost an arsonist.

If these were not, or were made by the guerrillas in the forest, then it would not be within Zelin's control.

"You look like you are looking for someone?"

Just as Zelin was about to go to a nearby tavern to inquire about it, a bald man in an orange shirt appeared beside him: "Need help?"

"Huh?" Zelin turned his head unexpectedly: "Are you...?"

"I'm Gunter Odim, a tramp all over, let you send it."

Zelin looked up and down at the man in front of him. He didn't seem to hear the other person's footsteps just now, but there were too many noises around him. He didn't pay attention to it and couldn't be sure: "You don't look like a tramp, Gunter. It's a tramp. Clothes won’t be as clean as you."

"Because I was not a homeless person before, I was selling mirrors, and then everyone gave me the nickname, Master of Mirrors, or Man of Glass." Gunter Odim put his hands in front of him, with a strip hanging on his neck. There is a bulging bag tied at the bottom of the rope: "Businessman, always learn to seize the opportunity. It is my honor to be able to work for Zelin, the famous Griffin school demon hunter."

"Do you know me?" Zelin frowned, "How come?"

"Of course, it would be unreasonable to know a master demon hunter who had never met before relying on Miss Ess Davan's drama. After all, that lady dramatist described other characters on the stage more than you. "Gunt Odim smiled mildly and confidently: "But I used to live in Osenfurt, and you have not been to Osenfurt, right. I still remember that you went to the college ten years ago. When I went there, it happened to be in time for a student parade."

"Oh, that time..." Zelin wiped his chin. When the other party mentioned it, he did have an impression. He also met Philippa that time, but he forgot what he was doing that time, as if to find George, so he hoped that Rasty could help contact the Baron of Willen: "Yes, I am Looking for someone. Looks like your business is not so good?"

"There are good times and bad times, and there are always people who like not to pay back their debts."

There is not much emotion in Gunter’s words, and the tone is always so gentle, as if these things have nothing to do with him: "I just arrived at Vizima to collect the bills. Do you need help, Master Demon Hunter ?"

"No, it's just a small matter." Zelin shook his head: "I'm just looking for a young man who ran alone the night before and didn't know where to go."

"I won't be paid this time. The kid was hiding in a house by the river, and his leg was scratched by a water ghost while escaping. I saw him, and it was in that direction." Gangte raised his hand and pointed. Riverside: "A few days ago, when I went to Vizima to collect the account, I happened to pass by here and saw this scene."

"This is a coincidence too?"

Zelin looked suspicious.

"Destiny, who can guess it."

Gunter Odim smiled heartily: "It's like I didn't expect that a small businessman like me could meet a master demon hunter here."

Chapter 2348: Miniature World

"In this era, there are not many people like you who are willing to help others."

"We travellers must help each other, maybe one day I will be in trouble, and you happen to be able to help nearby."

Zelin deeply agreed with Gunter's words.

"I must say that your self-introduction is very characteristic. Did I... have I met you somewhere?" The demon hunter looked at Gunter: "It seems that this is not the first time I have heard this name. "

"I told you. Didn't I just say it? You might have seen my name on the promotional board next to one of the glass shops in Osenfurt." A gentle smile was on Gangte's face." It’s been so long, why bother to think about what happened before. People always have to look to the future so that life can move forward. I have a hunch that we will meet again in the future."

Gangte was right. Following his guidance, Zelin quickly found a spacious wooden house by the river.

The door was unlocked, and when I opened the door, there was a faint smell of blood permeating the room.

"Who is it?!"

A slightly frightened young man's voice appeared in Zelin's ear, coming from behind the screen wall of the house.

"I want to come and talk to you about what you did the night before."

"What are you talking about?" A young man with a mushroom head poked his head out of the room. He was wearing dark purple linen clothes and black pants. The blood was red: "Who are you? Why did you come to my house?"

"Think about it, young people's memory can't be that bad." Zelin stretched out a finger and shook it: "Think about it again. The night before, it should be said that it was before ten o'clock in the evening."

The dwarf Willis said that he completed the work assigned to him by the Nilfgaards after ten o'clock and returned to the village. As a result, I saw a flame burning before I walked into the village.

"I don't know what you are talking about, you go out quickly, how can you break into my house?!"

"Oh, do you also know that it's wrong to forcibly break into a private house?" Zelin replied indifferently, "So you should set a fire in the backyard of someone else's house? Listen, Willis hasn't gone to the man in black yet. So there is still room for reversal in everything. The night before someone saw you set a fire, and while running away on the road, you were scratched by a water ghost and hurt your leg."

Zelin didn't expect that Gunter Odim's news was so accurate, as if he stood aside and saw the process with his own eyes. Fleeing from the dwarf's blacksmith shop to the river, avoiding the attack of the water ghost, ran into this house. It was about a few hundred meters away. It is difficult for anyone to see so clearly at night. He was curious about how Gunter Odim discovered all this the day before yesterday.

"Who?"

"Don't ask about that." Zelin waved his hand: "Follow me to see Willis. You set fire to his house. It's impossible to hide here like this."

"I don't talk to these non-human beings. They are all bastards, the dwarves are the most assholes! The greedy dwarf melon does everything for gold! The swords that the men in black used to kill us were made by them. People have killed so many people, Willis has built weapons for them, he deserves it!"