The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The first thousand six hundred and thirty-nine chapters of the assassin

Vathir has been in a good mood recently.

His spies reported that the northern royal family had encountered a catastrophic banquet in which many members of the royal family were killed. He understands those people in the north, and only those with royal blood can rule that land. If all such people die, will this land be ruled by the people above?

Naturally the governor of the empire.

Originally, his intelligence bureau was making things difficult, and the parliamentary budget was always obstructed by lawmakers for various reasons. Fortunately, their emperor understands the importance of intelligence. Not only has their budget not decreased, it has been increasing. But even so, he must make some achievements to prove that they are valuable. Although they have been reprimanded many times in front of the emperor since the formation of the Assassin King Corps was blocked, what happened in the north now happened to be their political achievement.

The head of the Imperial Intelligence Service took a sip of his tea, looked at the pile of documents on the desk, and made a goodbye gesture.

See you tomorrow!

No matter how much you work, that's it for today!

After finishing his portfolio, Vatier stepped out of the office of the Intelligence Bureau. Of course, he understood that even if all the royal families in the north died, a group of people there would not stand on both sides of the road, welcoming the governor of the empire to rule them and hand over the tax to the officials of the tax bureau. But that is the matter of the army. They are only responsible for spying on intelligence, assassinations, and kidnappings. The rest has nothing to do with them.

Stepping out of the office, the slanting sunset falls behind the palace tower at the top of the Golden Tower City, as if the sun is paying tribute to the emperor who lives in the tower. Vathir didn't know why the emperor was so interested in assassinating the kings in the north, but since this was the emperor's order, he would follow it. Although he has found many assassins, the emperor hasn't been satisfied yet, even the best veteran in the Assassins' Guild.

Sometimes, he really doubted whether the emperor wanted an assassination, or simply wanted to test the capabilities of the Intelligence Bureau.

"My lord!"

A clerical clerk hurried over. "We found it! We found it!"

Facing his subordinates, Vattier controlled his expression well, and of course, there was the urge to throw these idiots into the pond.

"How many times have I said, don't be so hurried, it will make you look like a panic, incomprehensible idiot."

In fact it is.

Vattier added in his heart.

"Now, if you want to tell me something and find a candidate for the Assassin King's regiment, then you can wait until you are at work tomorrow to find me. Of course, if it is some inexplicable swordsman who doesn't know what to find from the wilderness. , Then you can let the guards to test them, I don’t have the time to talk to them one by one."

Joining the Assassin King Group can get many unimaginable benefits. Of course, they will not be called by this name on the surface. They are nominally recruiting a special operations force for the emperor. This is very common in the empire, and everyone likes to use esoteric names to cover up the fact of recruiting cannon fodder. Dressing those cannon fodder with exquisite clothes, accompanied by a noble-sounding troop name, can reduce the possibility of them fleeing and increase the survival rate of senior officers.

This is the conclusion reached by the Imperial officers after the Battle of Brunner.

So many people come here especially, basically they are scammers who want to swindle money, or they think they have two brushes. Of course, there are no shortage of good players, but they are not up to the task of the emperor.

"No, sir, we found one. To be precise, he found us." The paper took a deep breath. "Not a human being, but a demon hunter!"

"Devil hunter?" Vattier raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. "Are you sure it's not a liar with two swords on his back and a dozen badges that Fron can buy to cheat the bounty?"

"No, he has a pair of slender beast pupils and bright golden eyes as in the rumors." The documentary's head shook as if it was about to shake. He had several colleagues because he didn't manage this matter well. , Was transferred to the swamp of Martina to work as an investigator. "Our warlock said that he is a mutant who has undergone mutation rituals. We have tested him. Several good swordsmen we found from the Imperial Guard were easily defeated by him. His swords are not as fast as they are. Human, no, he is not human at all."

"Well, great." Vattier nodded, and he remembered the appearance of the paperwork in front of him. "Take me to see him, right away."

He is in a better mood, even if he has to work overtime for free.

The location arranged by the Intelligence Bureau is in a hidden basement. No one knows how many secret rooms there are in the Intelligence Bureau. Vatier himself does not know. This building has existed before the establishment of the Nilfgaard Empire. It has undergone so many years of underground and internal expansion, and the empire for so many years. Unable to get the conspiracy and political transactions under the sun, Vatier often finds something that should have been completely buried in history.

For example, the secret room in front of them. According to the investigator's speculation, this is probably the place where the usurper threatened Emperor Fergus Enhill to recognize the legitimacy of his throne. But Vathir believed that the current Emperor Enhill would not know this place.

A man in white is standing in the middle of the secret room, facing the door, his hands are staggered on his chest, and a long sword is held in his arms. When he first saw him, Vattier believed that no one would treat him as a human being-because he was so much like an elf.

The contours of his ears are sharper than those of ordinary humans. The slightly curly black hair hangs on his shoulders. The bright golden pupils are as if they have been polished in the dark secret room. Under those slender eyes, his lips are slightly tightened. The line always seems to have a faint smile, a treacherous smile. Vathir knows what demon hunters are. Generally speaking, they look ugly and dissatisfied with scars on their faces, which are mostly traces of decades of fighting. But the demon hunter in front of him, Vattier was sure that his handsome cheeks could attract many ladies in the imperial capital.

As handsome as an elf.

It's almost like a man only found in some places dedicated to women.

"It's you?"

Vattier asked without emotion, this is his professional requirement, and he will not show unnecessary emotions to any unnecessary people.

"Yes, it's me." The demon hunter said, the cat school badge on his chest looked dim under the light of the fire, with scratches on it.

"Who are you?"

"People call me Bren, but I prefer another title."

Vattier opened his eyes slightly. He knew the name, which was related to a massacre. In Lelo City, a demon hunter killed many people, including the local guards. The massacre of Lelo made the murderer notorious, and it was also spread far to the south and north. The murderer was known for his cruelty and unblinking murder.

"It's you," he said. "Lello's Cat!"

There was a smile at the corner of Bren's mouth. "It seems I don't need to declare myself."

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ps: Bren the Cat of Lelo, similar to Geralt's, the title of Butcher of Balvikan, from the short story "The Stormy Season". The story of Witcher 1 ends here, next is Middle-earth, Shadow of Mordor.

The first thousand six hundred and forty chapters sweet memories

In this world, no one can ever tell how many conspiracies are going on at the same moment. Dogs will bark at cats, cats will bark at dogs. By nature, no one can say that there will be a world where everything is on the bright side, because there are always things that cannot be done on the bright side. Whether it's good or bad.

Sometimes, if you don't know these bad things, then the world still looks pretty good.

Lying on the hillside outside the castle, Zelin is rarely in the mood to enjoy the bright sunshine in early summer. The snow-covered foothills of Mahakam are beautiful all the year round. Of course, those who admire it must ignore the black shadows that hover in the sky from time to time. It is the demon bird that is hunting.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?"

Hearing the sound from the side, Zelin opened his eyes, and Yusevka was supporting his body with both hands, looking at the relaxed and comfortable demon hunter with a smile on his face. "I have packed my luggage? Don't go to another world, and suddenly remembered that there was something important that I couldn't bring with me."

"Of course, in fact, there is nothing to pay special attention to. I am not going to a strange world. I want to go back to the Lonely Mountain. There are all my friends. You can treat this as a relaxing trip."

"Ms. Elf said, no matter what you encounter, you always tell others that it is easy and comfortable. That night, she told me that the enemies you encounter in another world are more dangerous than the monsters in Vizima City. Ten thousand times." Yusevka held Zelin's hand and pressed it to his heart. "No matter what kind of danger you face, you must remember, don't risk your life. This heart can't bear the news of your injury. If you are gone, it will probably stop too."

Her voice was a little sad, maybe among everyone in the castle, she was the only one who could not participate in Zelin's battle. Francesca once told the demon hunter that Yusevka had been praying that Zelin would be safe that night.

Zelin didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and took Yusefka into his arms.

"Oh!"

Yusevka screamed.

"What are you going to do?"

"Guess it?" Zelin whispered in the doctor's ear. "Give you a hint, I am in a good mood now."

Yusevka twisted her body, and when she found that Zelin didn't want to let go, she relaxed all over and stuck it on the demon hunter. They just lay on the lawn on the hillside, looking at the snow-capped peaks in the distance. When the time came to the end of May, the weather was getting hotter. Maybe Iselinne’s prediction was right. The weather was getting colder and the winter was getting longer and longer, but just like the fairy in the lake predicted, it was still not long before the hoarfrost came. For four hundred and twenty years, the long winter days were not enough to make the days in May as cold as early spring. The cool and fresh air blows on the face, bringing a touch of refreshment on a slightly hot day.

"I'm not Ms. Elf or Ms. Maria. How can I guess what you think? They can enter your heart directly, or cling to you, even if I guess it right, you can Tell me, I think differently from you."

"Are you angry?"

"How come." Yusevka chuckled. She closed her eyes, put her arms under Zelin's shoulders, her forehead against her chest. "I know, you will never leave me, otherwise you would not return to such a dangerous Yanan. But... somebody may have been angry."

"Who?"