The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Oh, and Fantabe." Aalto stirred the steak, and suddenly said to the elf. Even if the portal is dangerous and unstable, does the demon hunter come back with something valuable in another world, or bring his friends from another world directly to this world. The Order must know this, if this The portal allows two or more people to pass through, and we must consider the possibility brought by the portal at the conference." Aalto raised his fat face, "has he brought people back?"

Francesca looked at Aalto, then at Hen Gedides with his eyes closed. She swept away the gloom on her face, curled up her mouth and smiled, "Swear by my loyalty to the Order for hundreds of years, of course not."

PS: Suddenly found out that it won't break the chapter...

Chapter 342 The Surgeon

The weather in summer is always so erratic, and sometimes turning one's face is faster than turning a book. A few minutes ago, the weather was still cloudless and clear, but a few minutes later, a dark cloud came over, Zelin must urge the rape, like avoiding the army and chasing soldiers, running for how much dry place there is left on his body Up.

Terrible.

When the ground suddenly became wet and raindrops crackled like beans, Zelin couldn't help but greet all the gods related to water. He tightened his clothes, wrapped himself tightly, and lowered his hood as far as possible to prevent water from leaking into the collar. The airtight Griffon leather armor can play a better rain-proof effect, but it can also prevent the water flowing into the collar from evaporating and escaping, and eventually his shirt becomes moldy, wrinkled on it. Body. Even if it was an enchanted garment, it was just a linen garment.

There is no huge tree canopy or rocks around it for the demon hunters to avoid the rain. This is the great plain between Tamoria and Bruges. The road is pressed out by trucks transporting stone and wood and the abandoned Elven Road all the way. Pointing to the south, if there is no accident, Zelin should arrive at Carcano before this evening, the largest trading bazaar on the border between Temoria and Bruges, and then enter Bruges’s Victoria the next day. Dorf City, the fortress city next to the Yaluga River.

Horseshoe stepped on the old elves road that had been demolished for the most part, and the pitted abandoned stone road was full of puddles and rubble. Originally this was a very good road, paved with neat stones, and it would not become muddy and difficult to walk on a rainy day, but this road should not pass through three countries at the same time. No one wants to build an ancient elves’ road. Compared with spending money to build solid roads so that foreign invaders can break into the country faster, the lords of these places prefer to remove the neat stones from the stone roads and use them as the cornerstones of the fortress.

As a result, the original unobstructed road has become like a bread bitten off by a child. The stones in the center of the road are the most well-preserved and neatest, so people nearby rush to pry them off the road with various tools, even smashing the slabs on both sides. At first, it was just the nearby villagers prying stones to repair their own houses or selling them, but after Nilfgard’s invasion, any fortress on the Yaruja River began to be renovated and expanded. As a result, the stones were dug out. After the action becomes the responsibility of the army soldiers, this road will only serve as a signpost.

This ancient road eventually leads to the Elven Necropolis-Fin Kahn, which is a cemetery with an area of ​​more than a city, but it is full of strange monuments and tombstones. Humans came to this world almost 900 years ago, and at that time elves’ cities and gardens were all over the world. There were several large cemeteries in the world where there were so many elves’ corpses. The biggest one.

There are no treasures in the cemetery of the elves, and naturally no humans will risk being eaten by various corpse-eating creatures to robber the tombs in the cemetery. On the road, Zelin saw an overturned carriage lying on the side of the road. On the more complete wooden planks, you can still see the words painted with white paint-Vera Lowenhaupt and his sons . A standard business group, father with children who can play swords, can have a lot of money left. Although I don't know where they are now, looking at the carriage, the demon hunter guessed that they might be in the belly of a certain creature or in a ditch by the road.

It seems that from leaving Martina, all kinds of bad luck have followed, first being robbed by robbers, and then being locked out of the city when arriving at the Amelia Fortress, only relying on hardship. Sleeping on a tree trunk rather than a warm and comfortable bed, even a place with a similar name to Yanan’s silver-haired nun did not bring good luck to the demon hunter. After spending a day in Amelia City, the Demon Hunters did not find any caravan that could hire him. Most of them already had guards or were unwilling to pay. Then there was a heavy rain near the necropolis. If nothing else, he would have to spend the night eating damp loaves of bread next to the tomb of an unknown elf in the cemetery.

Fortunately, it may be that a goddess who had been worshipped and worshipped in the past suddenly thought of this hunter. Not long after entering the cemetery, he caught a glimpse of a simple hut made of planks and curtains among the irregular rocks, the erected square steles and obelisks, and the huge stones surrounded by a circle-shaped stone circle in the center.

Surprisingly, he had heard about the necropolis in the past. Although he had been to the elf cemetery, the demon hunter had to go to other cemeteries more than once to face the ghouls, cave dwellers, vampires or lost in them. The wraith spirits here are mostly nocturnal demon spirits, and these demon spirits will bring the victim into the environment until the victim's soul is lost in the wilderness like it. However, it is noon. Daytime demon spirits should not appear in the cemetery. Daytime demon spirits haunt forests and fields. Farmers will return home at noon. It is not because of the sunlight and morning fatigue that they want to take a nap. The noon rest is for Avoid the threat of demon spirits during the day.

Zelin got off his horse, holding the rapeseed that was as wet as the cloth bag on his back, carefully avoiding the potholes and puddles on the ancient road of the elves. It is best to dismount and walk when you see strangers. This is not a courtesy, but because most of the soldiers who looted in the countryside and in the wild will ride on horses.

The demon hunter just wants to avoid the rain. The cloth bag is made of tarpaulin, but a long time soaking in rain can still destroy some of the things inside, such as the saltpeter used to make bombs. The price of buying saltpeter is not a small amount unless he wants to. Purchased from village merchants who cannot guarantee the quality.

Standing in front of the door covered by the curtain — if it can be called a door. Zelin couldn't help but wrinkle the tip of his nose, a strong smell of medicine rushing over his face, as well as the herbal rhizomes that he couldn't name. Bundles of dried herbs hung on the wooden wall near the door. Sage, cinnamon, wormwood, and several other grasses that he didn't recognize may be herbs from the south. After all, demon hunters rarely go to the south.

He stood at a distance of about seven meters from the door. This distance allows the people inside to see his appearance clearly through the window, but it does not create a sense of oppression or crisis for the people inside. "Is there anyone inside? Me? I’m a traveler from the north who wants to find a place to shelter from the rain. If necessary, I’ll pay for it.”

Zelin stood there, waiting for a response from inside.

Unexpectedly, he thought there was a witch doctor living here. These people often deal with herbs. Sometimes Zelin would buy some dangerous herbal materials from witch doctors that ordinary herbalists would not sell.

But when the curtain was lifted, a thin face was exposed underneath. The shape of this face was very strange, Zelin even thought of Katakahn for a moment. Looks thinner and longer than others, the white hair on both sides of the temples is cut into strands and combed back. But there is no evil on this face, only the precipitation brought by the years can be seen in those deep eyes. This is a gentle person, both in appearance and voice.

"Hello, traveler, this is a terrible weather." He scanned the surroundings with his eyes, and finally stopped on the demon hunter, and said calmly, "Welcome to my cabin."

"I'm a demon hunter, Zelin of Temoria." The hunter paused, and after introducing himself, he looked at the reaction of the people in front of him. The other party's welcoming attitude made him happy, but he didn't want it just because the other party hadn't noticed that he was a demon hunter.

"Welcome, gentleman from Tamoria. I am a surgeon from Dillingen, my name is Emiere Regis." The surgeon hung something similar to an apron, and he tightly I tightened my shoulder bag. "Although this house is a bit small, it still has a fire and drinking spring water. It should allow you and your horses to stand in."

Chapter 343 Regis

This small wooden house was very crowded, especially when the horses of the demon hunters stood at the door to shelter from the rain, which aggravated the crowded feeling.

Rape began to let out an uneasy snort as it approached the house, and it took Zelin a lot of work to calm it down.

The surgeon did not ask for money like a demon hunter, nor did he appear uneasy and nervous because a mutant came into the hut. On the contrary, when Zelin walked into the wooden house, Regis made no secret of the curiosity in his eyes. There was a strong smell of herbs everywhere on him, just like this wooden house. At least it is certain that he is the owner of this wooden house and a person who has been dealing with herbs for a long time. Just as there is always a lingering strange smell in Osenfurt's Latis laboratory, medical students call it disinfectant.

"Sorry there is only one cup here, I never thought there would be visitors."

"Thank you, it's better than staying outside in the rain."

Zelin held the iron cup in his hand, the fire in the house dissipated the moisture, and the demon hunter stretched and bent to a somewhat stiff leg. This house is actually not small, but the alchemy furnace in it occupies most of the space. There is a sheet of cloth on the wooden plank lying flat on the ground, which should be a simple bed.

"Very few travelers pass by the necropolis. Why did a demon hunter come here? This large cemetery existed almost five hundred years ago. I know that ghouls are not very picky about eating, but here it is. The bones are only ashes. The old bones that have been lying down for hundreds of years are dirt except ashes. Ghouls don’t know how to eat dirt. They left long ago."

"Of course no one hired me to come here." Zelin took another sip of water and then returned the empty cup to the surgeon. "I'm going to Tousent. This **** rain is raining non-stop, good continuous. For a few days, bad luck has continued. I hope I won’t wait for me to walk to the Yarlunga River and find that the war has started again, and finally blocked me by the river. But I don’t think there are ghouls here, but it’s not a suitable place to live. I remember Dillingen, it was a good place, right by the Yaruja River. Once I went to Sintra to pass Dillingen, but why did you come to this deserted place and lie down for hundreds of years. Bones don’t need a surgeon."

"Living in a cemetery? Of course not." Regis got up from the wooden chair and walked to the alchemy furnace. "My home and shop are in Dillingen, but herbs will not appear in my shop cabinets out of thin air. So I come here every summer, from the summer solstice to the autumnal equinox. I collect herbs and rhizomes here." He took the rubber gloves commonly seen among doctors and picked up a few pieces of mandrake on the workbench. "As you can see , I collected the new mandela grass here to refine the longevity medicine. Once the mandela grass leaves the soil, it will die quickly, so I built a simple shed in the cemetery. And it’s not far from Matina. , Sometimes I also visit my friends there."

Zelin looked around the work shed, and it was exactly the same as Regis said. It was just a simple work shed. The workbench was filled with bottles and jars made of glass and ceramics, and some distilling flasks were lying with colorful potions. With the fire facing the door, and there were no candles or light sources in the shed, Regis must have good eyesight to conduct experiments in such a dark environment. A large distillation flask is connected to the top of the furnace, and a twisted pipe is connected to the bottle mouth, and the end of the pipe is obliquely lower in front of the worktable, and the distilled medicine is dripped into the purifier.

"As a demon hunter, monster killer, you must have come into contact with many interesting potions, which are unique to demon hunters. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to inquire, this is just a professional habit." Regis wears rubber gloves. , Use a silver knife to cut the mandela grass bit by bit, and then crush the chopped herbs and squeeze the juice. "I have been in this industry for many years, and I can hardly remember the specific number of years. I have seen many different herbs and studied their medicinal and therapeutic effects. But I think there must be many things in the world that I have never seen before, and they are more mysterious and magical than these mandrakes."

With that, he handed the cup over again, which was filled with half a cup of transparent liquid.

"Does this need to wear gloves to use a silver knife?"

Zelin shrugged, raised his glass and asked Regis "Essence of Mandela?"

"Private brewing, the latest recipe I discovered, mixed with some belladonna, fermented with yeast." Regis took off his gloves, revealing the wrinkled fingers underneath. "Everything is in accordance with the strict formula, one pound of enzyme with five ounces of mander Pull the essence and half an ounce of belladonna. These mandela grass has been taken out for two days. Fresh mandela roots are highly toxic and have a strong hallucinogenic effect. If I accidentally chop them with a knife sticking to the fresh juice Scratching the arm, I think it will not be a simple consequence of making people scream."

Zelin's gaze crossed the surgeon's shoulders and fell to the mask hanging in the corner of the wall.

"Can you lend me a fork?"

"You need it? I don't have a fork here, but I have a knife." The surgeon wiped the mandela grass knife with a cloth. "Is this a unique way of communication for the demon hunter?"

"Oh, sorry, I'm just a professional habit. No, no need."

If you can't tell whether the creature in front of you is a human, a vampire, or a shapeshifter, borrow a fork or a knife from him, which is basically made of silver.

Seeing Regis holding the handle of the knife, Zelin shook his head. He took a sip of the liquid in the cup, and then put the cup back in. "Uh...this is too expensive. I think my travel expenses are estimated to be drunk. In a few mouthfuls, it will be all spent." With his knowledge of fine wines, this mandela extract is fully qualified to be placed in any king's palace.

"Don't mind. Mandela grass is very scarce in other places. It is rare and expensive, but there are many here." Regis put aside the herbs piled in the corner. "I haven't seen outsiders for a long time. I have never seen a demon hunter. Drink it. By the way, tell me about your experience. Your body has a strange smell of potion. I can't think of any place where there is such a potion."

On the way, Zelin drank the endurance potion, which not only restores his physical strength, but also makes him more energetic. If Regis could use his nose to smell what kind of medicine the person in front of him had drunk, that would be a talent I'm afraid, or he must have been dealing with herbs for many years, as long as he said. At least Zelin had never seen any herbalist who could do this.

"Yes, there are always some plants in this world that we haven't seen before." Zelin made a gesture. "Then there may be many unusual plants growing in some hidden places, just like there are so many in this necropolis. Many mandrakes. You know, I’m a demon hunter, and I have to deal with all kinds of monsters, sometimes with the help of potions. Thank you for allowing me to taste such great wines. You are an expert in herbal medicine. Maybe you can make some suggestions for my latest medicine... won't you take a sip?"

"A matter of principle." Regis said softly. "I will not go against the principles I set for myself." He coughed twice. "Let me see your potion."

The rain outside is getting bigger and bigger, and the surgeon’s cabin looks extra illusory in the mist splashed by the rain, like a witch’s residence in a fantasy world.

PS: God TM Squeezing·Juicing is a prohibited word...

Chapter 344 Ladies and Gentlemen

Regis is a well-educated and well-informed person, although he has some strange habits, such as not like lighting candles, not having a mirror in the house, or often wearing rubber gloves. But considering his identity as a doctor and the things he touched, these didn't seem so abnormal. After all, no one can deny that Mandrake is a highly poisonous plant. Any mishandling may result in the cost of life. It is not a bad thing to be cautious.

"Mahakam, Lord Hogg is a bit stubborn, but it cannot be denied that his policy is very wise. He chose to maintain good trade cooperation with many human kingdoms, and used force to turn the mountains into a fortress of severe xenophobia, without Compared with the elves, the dwarves’ policies have made them more flexible when fighting against Skoyatl. But it is undeniable that living there is not a comfortable thing for non-dwarves."

Zelin drank some wine, and the rain outside made the ground extremely muddy, making it as difficult to walk as a swamp. The summer rain will raise the water level of the Yaruga River, so the hunters don't mind waiting here, and wait until the rain stops a bit before going to the river to find a ferry. The best way is to follow the river to Kagan, and then cross the Rivendell Valley, to reach the northernmost city of Tousent, Belhaven.

Due to the last war, the border between Bruges and Sintra is still blocked. Regis’s home and shop are in Dillingen, on the side of the border in Bruges. He gave Zelin a very valuable message. Since this spring, Bruges and Verden have closed the border. And the wharf near the mouth of the Yaluga River. Even if Zelin got there, he would only find him blocked by the customs officers and the guards of the estuary fortress.

"It's really bad luck. If I know this news in advance, I should cross the river from the west to Anglin through Livia." Zelin exclaimed. "This thing is really good. It makes my tongue numb. "

"Mandrake contains an alkaloid, which can suppress the paralyzed nerves, make people talk too much, slow thinking in the head, or do things directly without going through the brain at all." After communication, Zelin almost understood. Regis's way of speaking. Every sentence will carry a variety of insights and evidence of reality, and the most senior professor of Osenfurt will probably admire it. He must be very old. Although the demon hunter can't detect his age, the people who stay in the laboratory and work shed all day don't know so much. He even has some good understanding and insights into the celestial confluence creatures that are probably only interested in demon hunters and a small number of warlocks.

"Blood Demon, Katakarn, Shatias, Brainwing Demon. These are probably the common and dangerous blood-sucking creatures."