The Journey of the Demon Hunter

In an instant, Kai couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Bediwell, you with big eyebrows and big eyes have betrayed the revolution!

"Knight Kay, do you know how other knights say that my king likes gambling?" Bediwell pushed the Gwent card in his hand in front of Kay, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly." They said, it seems to my king She is just an ordinary person. She used to like gambling, but because of the pressure of foreign enemies, we have not found it. I heard that some little nobles are planning to do their best to offer other gambling props to my king. It seems that some people today I sent a bronze mirror, but I don’t think it’s useful. My king should sell it as a weapon.”

"How can this be done!" Kay's anger suddenly surged, and the wooden wine glass in his hand slapped on the table. A lot of ale splashed out, and the noise caused the people around to look at him frequently. "The jester! They are here. Defamation of my king's reputation! Knight Bedivere, please tell me who there are those who are there. For the sake of my king's reputation, I will propose a duel to them! Never let these words continue to circulate!"

"Don't be angry, Cavalier Kay, listen to me." Bediwell hurriedly stopped the angry Kay. Let’s not talk about whether Kay can fight with those people one by one. Some people may not be able to fight them. For example, the Lanmullok knight "Knight Kay, you lived with my king before she came to the throne. You are right My king’s feelings may be different from those of us knights. Many knights don’t understand our king’s past. They only know that our king is not human. Apart from national affairs, our king doesn’t care about anything else, not only staying young forever. , My king doesn’t have a preference for normal people."

Having said this, Bediwell sighed in a low voice. There are some things that he is inconvenient to say to Kay. Without human desires and emotions, although he can understand that the girl just wants to take on her own responsibilities and govern the country better, not everyone can understand her. Many people would not like to let a saint who has no desires, no desires and no selfishness lead the country. After all, those nobles have no country but family territory in their hearts. And...

Girl is too tired

"Don't you feel that my king is too tired? Isn't it good for my king to relax properly?" Bediwell raised his head and looked towards the south gate of the city wall through the half-covered wooden door of the tavern. There, Altria and Ten A team of knights and more than two hundred soldiers is slowly marching into the city

However, Altria Bing was not in the team. She left the team when the team was about to enter Camelot. She returned to the castle alone in advance. She did not explain to anyone, and the Knights of the Round Table did not ask more. They All of his attention was attracted by the corpse of the wild hound. The corpses of these monsters will be placed in Camelot City, as a witness to the Knight King defeating the devil, God bless Camelot

Walking in the outer courtyard of the castle, for some reason, thinking of Zelin's words, Altria felt a little nervous, as if the castle she had lived in for more than ten years suddenly became a lot stranger, and the courtyard was shining in the evening sunlight. The shadow of the tree is mottled. The first person I saw... I thought Altria would see a lot of people when she came back, but now, when she is about to walk into the castle, she hasn't seen anyone, even if it’s a lot of patrols. The soldiers don’t know what’s going on, as if they all suddenly disappeared. Maybe they have heard about the devil, and they are probably about to rush to the gate of the city to welcome the return of the knight king.

Finally, Altria walked to the gate of the castle and stood in front of the giant wooden door. She raised her hand to the door and took a deep breath.

The first person I saw... the first person... the first...

With a squeak, the door shaft slowly turned, with a trace of staleness, the wooden door slowly opened, Altria opened her eyes wide, and wanted to see the people she could find, but to her disappointment, There were no servants, no guards, and no Gurney Vere came out to greet her. Only a bronze mirror of the same height stood in the center of the castle hall.

In the bronze mirror, the figure of the knight king girl stood in front of her dazedly

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Chapter 33 The Trend of the Times is Irreversible

The demon hunter recovers quickly.

In fact, after Zelin awoke, he almost recovered, and basically just some traumas left on his body. Thanks to the trial of the green grass, the physical abnormality caused by the poison not only prolongs their lifespan, but also enhances the recovery ability of the demon hunter. As long as he is not fatally injured, he can resist through his own recovery ability. It only needs enough food to provide energy to support the consumption of his physical recovery. Even the most injured left shoulder, Zelin can leave it with only a scar, and will not affect the subsequent swing of the sword.

"Did you only see your figure in the mirror..." Zelin was draped in linen clothes while tidying up the armor of the high-grade griffin that had been cleaned, looking at Altria, whose head was bowed and an apologetic face. At this time he was in a side room in Camelot Castle. In order to ensure that there would be no hidden dangers left on him, he rested in the city for three days. When helping a biology professor at Osenford College, Zelin saw a complete human skeleton model in the professor’s laboratory. The professor explained to him some common sense about bones, such as fracture and dislocation. Zelin has been very careful ever since, after all, no matter how strong the recovery ability of the Demon Hunter is, he cannot reset his bones.

"Sorry, Zelin, I couldn't find what you wanted." Altria looked very ashamed of her missed appointment. She bowed deeply, and the dull hair on top of her head seemed to be because of the master's "Please give me a chance to make up for it, Zelin, tell me what else you want, deal with the devil..." Altria turned her head and looked outside the room, celebrating the grand event of the Holy Knight King defeating the devil. In progress.

This time is different from the past. The real devil's corpse was placed in the central square of Camelot. The place where the sword in the stone was once placed today welcomed a group of onlookers who did not know the truth. It seemed that it was arranged by Merlin. Led to praise the holy knight king loudly. It is estimated that this news will reach the mainland across the strait within a few days. I have to say that Merlin is worthy of assisting the three generations of kings. This hand can not only increase the prestige of the knight king, but also deter the younger generations around him --- do you feel that you are better than the devil --- kill two birds with one stone.

High, it is high.

The demon hunter doesn't care about politics, but it doesn't mean that he has lived for a hundred years without knowing anything. But letting Altria do this act of occupying the magpie's nest seems more uncomfortable than killing her. Every shout outside made Altria’s face even more rosy, because she knew that the monster was really killed. The man is the man in front of her, and impostor is against her chivalry spirit, but since Merlin has already cut first and then played, she has no time to object. And the only Mordred who knows the truth...

Is it wrong to behead the devil in the name of the Knight King and then give glory to the King?

Continue to worship blindly.

"It is your credit to deal with the devil, and I must give you the reward you deserve." Altria said sincerely, and Zelin laughed blankly in her heart. This is the first time he has seen such a real king, but if the continent he is on is all such kings, it is estimated that the number of wars will be reduced by at least half.

Zelin did not answer Altria’s question. He put the washed high-grade griffon gloves on his hands, and some of his heartache shoulders were completely broken. He didn’t trust Camelot’s blacksmith. He would rather wait more. For a while, after returning to his own world, I went to Willen to find a blacksmith to help me repair it. Especially for the demon hunters wandering on the edge of life and death.

He walked to the door and stretched out his hand to open the wooden door. At noon, some dazzling sunlight shot into the hut. He narrowed his eyes slightly to adjust to the light as much as possible. With her hands behind her back, she said to herself, "Altria, do you believe in fate?"

"Fate?" Altria tilted her head and asked rhetorically for unknown reasons.

"Yes, destiny." Zelin raised his head slightly, and the noise outside hit his ears like a wave, and it seemed to be a buzzing sound from far away, and the sun gave a warmth to him. Yangyang feeling. Zelin used to be reluctant to believe in the law of accidents, but the current situation cannot help but he does not believe it. From the first time he saw Altria, he discovered that the girl is different in some places, her ability, her talent, her Otherwise, Zelin wouldn’t have thought of accepting her as an apprentice.

After learning that Altria was actually the king of another world, Zelin could only feel the impermanence of life. However, he was relieved that under the leadership of the Knight King Girl, many of the Knights of the Round Table and the nobles around Britain also began to learn how to play Gwent cards, although they did not have a genuine deck to play, they could only use some Sha Papyrus made some crude cards, but Zelin was certain that as long as time, Kunte cards would surely become popular here.

Especially according to the news that Zelin has inquired in the past two days, how can the lord of those places where the only entertainment activities only eat, sleep and have **** when they come into contact with such an interesting game, how can they not become addicted. It was a surprise to successfully promote the Gwent card here without receiving an apprentice. But now, even the law of accident points to Altria, which makes Zelin have to reconsider whether he has entered a misunderstanding of thinking.

Altria is the king, but why can't she become a Gwent Master; if she can become a Gwent Master, why can't she become a Master Demon Hunter.

This is not a contradiction.

"It's really unpredictable." At this moment, Zelin felt that he was not standing in Camelot's castle, but standing at a historical milestone. He put his hands behind his back, raised his head at a 45-degree angle, and gently Sighed, "But this is your fate~ Altria."

There has never been a precedent for women who have conducted trials of grass, because women's physical characteristics prevent them from becoming demon hunters, and mutations will directly kill them. But Zelin is not a stickler as long as she abides by the iron rules of demon hunters, inherits the knowledge and skills of demon hunters, and hunts monsters. Even if she does not accept the trial of grass, why can't she be called a demon hunter.

At the beginning, the purpose of the demon hunters was to protect ordinary people in the hands of countless monsters. Accepting the trial of green grass only made them stronger and able to deal with monsters far beyond the strength of humans. Although the price paid is huge, there is always someone who wants it. Go to the monsters that ordinary people can't deal with. Although it is impossible to use the seal of the law, or use decoctions and potions to strengthen oneself, the girl's superb sword skills and the holy sword that is said to be gifted by the goddess of the lake can make up for this lack.

"...Sorry, I don't quite understand." Altria walked behind Zelin in a puzzled way. She didn't know what the accidental law meant in Zelin's world, but seeing Zelin's look reminded her of northern Britain. People who call themselves druids "Is this your faith?"

"Faith? No, no, it has nothing to do with faith. This is a very magical thing. There is a certain magic basis." Zelin shook his head, reached out to close the doors and windows and shut out the noise at the same time. "Let me explain to you slowly. By the way, did you bring your cards? I have been resting for three days. It's time to move around."

"I brought it, but..."

"Then why do we waste time?"

Thanks to the old driver Rokosov for his generosity. After hanging up for a day, bit by bit finally came alive_(:зゝ∠)_

Chapter 34 The Artists of Rome

The bright moon was in the sky, and the water was rippling.

On the banks of the Thames, Zelin was sitting in a roadside pub built along the river not far from the city, sitting on a table by the door, holding a knife in his hand and carving on a piece of cardboard. Fresh air helps relax your mood. Besides, Zelin was not someone who could be confined in the room. It is estimated that after more than ten days of returning home, Francesca and the mages will definitely ask something about this world, this There is no monster in the world that needs to be hunted by demon hunters, at least for the time being, Zelin hasn't found it, so he decided to take advantage of this vacation time to get a good understanding of what the world is like.

At least Wild Hunt will not stare at an ordinary world for no reason. According to known information, Wild Hunt is not aimlessly shuttled in different worlds. They are looking for something. If they were in the village last time. I heard it right, it should be the so-called blood of the elder, or a person with the blood of the elder flowing in his body. After going back, Francesca must be asked to explain to him exactly what happened. It stands to reason that wild hunting is also an enemy that demon hunters deal with, but Zelin has not heard of that demon hunter truly understands wild hunting.

Looking at the figure carved on the card in his hand, Zelin frowned, which didn't meet his expectations, sighed, put the card in his hand, and picked out a new card to sculpt it. There were people coming and going, and from time to time someone poked their heads out curiously and took a look at what Zelin was doing, but most of them lost interest later and returned the topic to Camelot's demon corpse.

During this period of time, Camelot’s foreign population was extremely hot, and the devil’s corpse seemed to be passed on from one to the other. Soon many people who like to join in the fun or have a long experience flocked to them, most of them were energetic young people. Or some spare money can support a middle-aged person on a short trip. The influx of foreigners has made Camelot crowded a lot, but because of the curfew in the city, many travelers who failed to advance to the city at sunset can only choose to stay in hotels outside the city. As a result, business should have been sluggish during the spring plowing season. Instead, the hotel became lively.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Zelin took a sip of the muddy water in front of him. It may be a bit too much to say that it is muddy water. According to the experience of the demon hunters who have tasted various low-quality fake wines all the year round, the glass of ale in front of us is said to be aged. In fact, it is just mixed with some wine in the nearby river water, but Ze Lin believes that the refreshing effect of this cup of bitter wine is absolutely no less than the best Vizima champion. As a Tamorian, he has a soft spot for Vizima champions. In his eyes, there are only two wines. Class, wine and **** comparable to Vizima champions.

"Your painting is not bad, why throw it away?" Suddenly, when Zelin was pondering how to cut the knife, a female voice with a strange accent came into his ears. Zelin opened his eyes and turned his head slightly in the direction of the sound. He saw a girl wearing a dark red background and a white striped aristocratic dress with **** holding the card he had just given up. , Looked at the picture above with interest.

While the girl was appreciating the cards, Zelin watched the girl in front of her calmly. The workmanship of the long skirt is very exquisite, and it has become a little dim because of the dust on the road, but it can not hide its expensive value. People who can wear this kind of clothes, Zelin saw absolutely in Camelot City No more than ten, including Altria, but the girl in front of her should not be a British nobleman.

Going up along the clothes, the girl’s fingers holding the card are as delicate as suet, only the outer side of the thumb of the right hand has traces of calluses. The slender fingers flexibly allow the cards to flip between the fingers. This hand is not doing heavy work. His hand is more like an artist who often comes into contact with musical instruments. Zelin often sees hand calluses on the outside of the fingers of other bards, which are left by the friction of the fingers with the strings after playing the lute for a long time. She can't be a writer either. Generally speaking, people who write often will only leave marks on the middle finger, never on the thumb.

Her gaze continued to rise, and the girl's face was covered with a veil, covering the tip of her nose, leaving only the dark green pupils and the forehead blocked by the golden bangs. According to Zelin's understanding, Britain does not have the habit of wearing a mask, and the empire on the other side of the strait does not have a similar custom. She wears a veil, and there is only one possibility --- it is not convenient for her to let others see her face here. , Or in other words, she didn't want outsiders to see her appearance.

While the girl lifted the card, with the help of candlelight, Zelin's gaze quietly swept over her figure to the surroundings. As expected, three groups of strong young men sat at the table near Zelin. , And every four young people are mixed with a middle-aged person who seems to be very experienced. Although they are talking and drinking on their own, Zelin can feel that they have been staring at his position. , Not surprisingly, they should be the guards of the red girl in front of them. The four young men were led by an experienced middle-aged man, which reminded him of the standard infantry squad of the Nilfgard Empire.

Finally, when the girl was about to shift her gaze from the card to him, Zelin lowered his eyes and glanced at the golden iron boots exposed under the long skirt. He came to the conclusion that the girl in front of him was definitely not a British. In Britain, no one except knights can be qualified to wear special iron boots. After all, iron boots are different from leather boots. Iron boots can provide good protection, but the ductility and comfort are extremely low. It can only be declared invalid. Moreover, iron ore is originally a strategic resource, and only elite soldiers can be worthy of full-body armor, and the combat effectiveness of the military in countries with scarce iron ore will inevitably be weaker. In the world where Zelin is located, the dwarves of the Mahakam Mountains have extremely high autonomy because they own the largest mine in the continent.

"The face is too stiff, and the background of the character is not suitable for the character to be protruding. No matter how fine the carving is, it is just a failure." Zelin replied faintly. "Background, clothing, direction of sight, shadow intensity, I want perfect production. A card is indispensable." Zelin is not one of the art masters at Orsonford College, and he can’t make Gwent cards, but it doesn’t affect his second creation, such as imitating Gwent cards and carving new ones. Card.

"Like this one." As he said, Zelin drew out a Northern Territory Gwent card he didn't know how long he had in his pocket—Poor Infantry. "Look, the picture of this card contains only one infantry. The iron helmet, the shabby red cotton-padded coat and the white linen trousers on the lower body are no different from ordinary civilians. The equipment is outdated, but he has to walk on the battlefield with such simple equipment. Coupled with the crumbling house in the background, There is no sunshine in the dense fog-shrouded sky, confused and desperate, which just perfectly highlights the theme of the card, poor infantry, this is a real artwork and my collection."

Zelin introduced to the girl in red like a few treasures, and the girl nodded in agreement as she listened carefully. The instant demon hunter can be sure that his intuition is correct, and the girl in front of him is a real artist.

"Hey, this Poyu Village can actually meet a person who understands art. I just wanted to see what the so-called devil's corpse is. This windfall is really worthwhile. It's worth it." The girl rubbed. He rubbed the tip of his nose, lifted up some of the veil that had fallen off, and said with satisfaction, "Do you still have cards like this? Give me...how about a few of me? If I can, I'm willing to buy these cards with gold coins."

"I can give you this card. After all, I don't have many beautiful cards." Zelin tactfully refused the other party's request to buy. Just kidding, some Gwent cards can't be bought with money. However, after half a year in Kovind’s wandering, he has accumulated a lot of discarded cards in the northern area, such as poor infantry, such as the Rydania Infantry. "But at least let me know who these cards will fall into. ."

"Wandering?" The girl in red frowned, and then realized what Zelin meant. "That's right, this is your collection. You have the right to know who will take over." After that, the girl straightened her body with one hand. Putting it on the chest, he said solemnly, "You can call me Nero, a great artist from the empire, a glorious citizen of Rome."

"Really, it seems that the empire's protection of artists is really in place." Zelin glanced at the young people around him who were always ready to protect Nero, and the corners of his mouth were slightly cocked. Nero’s introduction made him feel as if he was facing a noble in Nilfgard. The nobles in the Nilfgard Empire looked down on the people from the north, and the citizens of the Empire who lived in Nilfgard looked down on those in the surrounding areas of the empire. Residents, before introducing their identity to others, they will definitely explain that they are people living in Nilfgard, as if they are afraid that others will look down on them. Zelin doesn't like to deal with such people.