The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Yes." Zelin frowned: "I'm really curious, where did Ladovide find these warlocks?"

"If you want me to say, everything is obvious, Demon Hunter." Dijkstra impatiently waved his hand: "Since the first half of this year, Ladovide has been doing all kinds of tricks, whether it's stealing. The plague information, or to engage in assassination activities. Do you remember the king assassin? I have definite evidence. After the Lomune summit, he was cooperating with Buren’s assassins. Now hiring some renegade warlocks will not let him People are unexpected."

The Order of Warlocks never cooperated with Radovide, let alone join his army.

The Order of Warlocks remained neutral in this war.

"But what's the matter with Arret's money?" Zelin raised his eyes: "I don't understand, these things seem to be unrelated, but what are the Redanian soldiers hiding? Arret's money What are you doing again? Is that village related to Ladovide’s plan? I don’t understand, it doesn’t seem to make any sense.”

"Let me say that many of the things that Ladovide did look strange in the eyes of normal people, and they didn't make any sense." Dikoscher opened a bottle of red wine by himself and took a sip after filling the glass." That’s why we have to join forces to deal with Ladovide. We can’t wait any longer, think about it, if Ladovide gains more power through Redania, those powerful magics are in the hands of a lunatic, and finally What will it look like. Do you want to join us, Demon Hunter?"

"This is really a strange invitation." Zelin showed a strange look: "I told you more than once, to deal with the king, don't call me for participating in the coup. I won't be involved. That's your business. I am not an assassin, nor a killer. As you know, the King Assassin is someone else."

"This is not an assassination or assassination, a demon hunter." Dick Sicher put down his cup: "This is for everyone in the north, to remove a **** lunatic. This is not an ordinary lunatic, he has godly ambitions and a north The richest kingdom to support his crazy behavior. Until everything is back on track, everyone will not be safe. Will your Warlock friends be safe by hiding in Lomune? No, once Ladovide defeats Enshi Er, his army can immediately cross the Ponta River to seize the land of Tamoria, and may even persuade Kodwin’s Regent Council to invite him to Kodwin for joint rule. At that time, no one can stop him. , And he will not let go of any group that is regarded as a thorn in the eye, such as demon hunters, such as warlocks, such as elves and dwarves, and all humans who are unwilling to swear allegiance to him."

Zelin sighed and didn't say much.

"I know what you are worried about, and your reputation. But don't worry, you just need to help us, and the person who puts the end to all of this doesn't have to be done by you." Dikoscher's face seemed to be squeezed. There was a smile: "We have many partners, many of whom are willing to personally cut the tyrant's throat."

"Ladovide is not my friend, Dikoscher." Zelin said: "If he is really doing something terrible and it is related to me, of course I will deal with him."

"This is why your demon hunters have a bad reputation, Ze Lin. As long as you have nothing to do with you, you have nothing to do with yourself."

The atmosphere fell silent. After a few seconds, Dikoscher and Zelin looked at each other for a few seconds: "So, is this a promise?"

"If you have any plans next, remember to let me know." Zelin didn't say much. He really doubted Ladovide, and Zelin wouldn't be surprised even if all this was done by Ladovide: "I will stop in Novigrad for a while. You must know where you can find me."

Dikoscher never gave up the idea of ​​inviting Zelin to join his conspiracy. Zelin didn't talk to more people about what the apostate he was looking for was doing. He didn't want anyone to know that the Demon Hunter still had weaknesses. Dikoscher is now his ally, and at least they have the same goal in dealing with Ladovide. But Zelin didn't trust a person who was born as a spy, especially a good spy.

Who can figure out how much truth is in his words.

"That's right." Dijkstra seemed to be relieved: "Taler and Roche, as well as Eofis joined us. After three days, we met in Mrs. Elena's theater."

"No problem, I will remember." Zelin nodded, he stood up, ready to leave: "Yes, I'll give you a suggestion."

"What advice?"

"Don't smile at people, that's not for you."

By the time Zelin walked out of Passiflora, the drizzle sky had gradually become gloomy. In the evening, the workers after work were busy rushing in the rain, returning home as soon as possible. The carriage that ran from time to time ran over puddles on the road, splashing sewage to the side of the road. Passers-by screamed and evaded to the side.

Zelin never liked such humid weather.

Maybe before the next meeting with Dijkstra, he should first meet with Philippa and Triss. They are both female sorcerers, who know the situation of local sorcerers best, and the cult of warlocks is also staring at the rumors of apostate warlocks. Now that Dijkstra has found relevant clues, perhaps they have also made progress there.

If Zelin remembers correctly, Triss has a villa next to the main square, where Kalkstein had lived before.

But when Zelin walked closer to the Alley of Glory, he heard some unusual sounds.

There was a dull clatter in the narrow alley between the two red brick attics, like the sound of something being dragged on the muddy ground. It is still raining, this is not the main city, the ground is not covered with stone bricks, it is muddy, who would drag his own things in the mud? Moreover, it is not close to the dock warehouse. If it is goods to be transported to the warehouse, a trailer should be used.

Not to mention, how could bulk goods be towed away from such a narrow lane.

Frowning, Zelin stepped lightly, controlled his pace and walked carefully to the side of the lane.

Chapter 2567: Shadows under the brilliance

"Recently there are guards everywhere."

A deep voice came into Zelin's ears.

"But the goods are running out. Those people are too wasteful. If this goes on, they have to find a way to get some goods outside." This is another sharp voice: "But right here? It's not safe here, **** it. Yes, it would be troublesome if it was discovered. Before, there were many people passing by Glory Lane every night here."

"But don't worry, no citizens dare to come out at night in the last two times. Those dogs in armor only know to protect the rich people in the upper city, so they won't come here to take a look." The low voice sneered: "Who would Found here? There is nothing to worry about, we just need to do the job well, and someone else will solve the rest. Anyway, it's all about making money, who is not the same? Hurry up, we squatted here for a long time to find this Don’t leave it to others."

Zelin stuck to the wall and reached out his hand to take out the lens hidden in his sleeve. There were dark clouds in the sky, lights were on in the attic of the house on the right, and two men in simple shirts reflected on the lenses. They look very young, one is wearing a light blue shirt, the other is purple. There is only one short on the lower body.

In the lens, two men dragged a heavy sack from the ground. Drag to the other side of the roadway.

There was no movement from the sacks, and only a rustle remained in the silent roadway.

Zelin watched them drag the sacks to the other end of the tunnel and disappear into the shadow that the window light could not shine. He held his breath, waited, calculating their distance in his mind. About twenty seconds later, he walked out of the corner, bent down, and quickly chased him against the wall.

After walking thirty meters forward, it was another corner. This is the most densely populated area of ​​Novigrad, with crowded houses forming a labyrinth of trails. Most of the houses here are for workers, servants, and company employees. All of them are crowded into a small house. There may be three to four families in a building.

As soon as Zelin walked to the corner, he heard a knock on the door.

He took out his lenses and saw the two men dragging sacks to a wooden door. There was an oil lamp on the wooden door, casting their shadows on the wall behind. The man in the purple shirt knocked on the door three times, and then knocked twice. After waiting for five seconds, he raised his hand again and knocked **** the door twice.

The wooden door opened with a creak.

The two immediately dragged the sack full of mud and entered the wooden door. The wooden door slammed shut behind them.

Zelin frowned.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there were many subtle lights nearby. From the nearby windows, the demon hunter could see every corner of the neighborhood clearly through his mutant eyes. After confirming that there were no hidden whistle and enemies in ambush, he walked out of the hiding place and walked to the place where the few people disappeared.

On the left hand side of the road are piles of wooden barrels and boxes, like **** thrown away by nearby residents. As he walked lightly, Zelin searched for a place to hide his figure at any time. Once the two movers appeared, he could hide immediately. He doesn't worry that he won't be able to defeat the enemy, or cause an alarm, and he doesn't need to worry about being besieged. Sometimes, like Alderfayin, it can exert unexpected power in a narrow place.

But now is not the time to stun snakes.

When he walked to the wooden door, Zelin bent down and made sure that his badge did not sound any alarm. He put his ear on the wooden door and listened carefully to the sound inside.

"You are too late." Zelin hadn't heard the voice. He seemed to be complaining: "Hurry up, the consignee is in a hurry. If it is a little later, none of us will get the money."

"Wait, didn't you receive the goods today?"

"Did the hemp powder burn your head? Of course not today, idiot!" The impatient voice was furious: "I told you that they are not out of stock now. We have to wait for tomorrow night. Damn! Hope they are tonight. A scrap will be thrown out, otherwise we will be done in vain, and we have to go out to avoid the limelight for a few days!"

"What? It took us so much work to get a cargo, and they asked for so much, the ghost knows what is appropriate!" The voice was like the person in purple clothes: "Please, everything is right now. Can’t do it, we all know that Hawthorne boss must have a problem. Don’t let this one, and that’s not OK. Look at what we look like now? It’s like a **** waste laborer. I didn’t come to Novigrad to go. Coolie!"

"In fact, the current Hawthorne boss gave a lot of money." The third person said: "Should we go back again?"

"Don't even think about it, when I return to Majesty Ladovide here, I will also be the boss, so I won't do anything for that **** Hawthorne!"

After confirming that there was no other person inside, Zelin took a deep breath. He did not hear the third person's breathing. With the help of the potion, he could hear the heartbeat through the wall.

Observing the door lock carefully, there is a barb on the door lock. This is the lowest level of defense, and it can't be difficult for the demon hunter.

In the next moment, the wooden door suddenly exploded, and the sawdust scattered all over, crackling on the nearby floors and walls.

"What...!"

The man in purple clothes looked at the door in surprise. Before he could react, he received a severe blow on the head. He bent down, then was hit in the leg, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. The other man came back to his senses and wanted to grab the saber at his waist, the sword came out of its sheath, and it made a crisp sound. There was a piercing scream in the empty small warehouse, and a man wanted to flee the road. After three steps, he fell forward and fell to the ground with a throwing knife stuck in his back.

Under the oil lamp, the light blue shirt was stained red with blood, and the man half-kneeling on the ground was holding his cheek scratched by the sword blade in pain, and blood constantly seeped from the gap between his fingers.

The person struck by the throwing knife struggled to stand up. He held on to the wall to the side and yelled hysterically. With the other hand constantly trying to grab the dagger behind him, he staggered forward a few steps, like a drowning man, gradually losing his strength and falling down. Lie on the ground with the person in purple clothes before, motionless.