The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Collecting ancient legends is my interest." Zelin shrugged. "More than a year, I sometimes stay in other places for a while. I've been traveling for a long time, maybe I've walked far enough to the north? I listen. There have been stories of evil dragons and treasures about it. I should be able to find things that are not valuable here."

"You must find nothing." Hearing Zelin's words, the young guards laughed. "There are no dragons and treasures at all. That's just a legend. Look at that mountain." One of them. The guard pointed to the back, and the white top of the lone mountain was dyed pale gold by the dawn sunlight. "That mountain used to be the domain of dwarves, but it has been sealed. The legend of a group of old guys, who knows what monsters are in the mountain, but how? There may be evil dragons. Those old men often say that they saw evil dragons flying over their heads when they were young, which is a joke."

"But I heard a lot of information about evil dragons and the story of River Valley City. This can't be fake." Zelin raised his eyebrows. "I think it's not so long in the past that young people don't want to believe it. ?"

"That's your business." Seeing that there was no trouble, these guards turned into that casual appearance. "You can listen to what the mayor says, Darwin, you take him to the city hall."

"Hi, why me?" The guard asked by the name in dissatisfaction, "Why do I go every time?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up."

The guards walked back again, threw their spears back to the wall, and continued to enjoy life in the hut. The young guard who was driven out murmured a few words in dissatisfaction, and beckoned to Zelin, "Come here, let's hurry up, and register with the mayor as soon as possible. Outsiders must register."

"You lead the way."

Zelin made a please gesture and followed behind the guard. He didn't understand why the mayor didn't like to talk about River Valley City or the dragon's treasure in Gushan. But this has no effect on him, and he doesn't really want to come here to search for legends, or to explore the treasures of the past. Settle down first, get in touch with Francesca, and then consider the next step.

Changhu Town cannot be said to be so glamorous. Early in the morning, when people are busy, Zelin saw that the townspeople’s clothes were mostly dirty cotton-padded clothes. They wore felt hats and cotton boots to keep warm, and their faces were still tired and tired. Sleepiness in the morning. Not many people cleaned the ground, and some rotten vegetable leaves that fell on the ground were trampled over by people. I don't know whose little pig ran outside, arching the rotten vegetable leaves. There is mud everywhere on the wooden floor, and people seem to be living so hard that not many people care about environmental sanitation.

This town on the lake has no roads in the standard sense. Houses built on the water with planks and stakes divide the town into blocks. Not a few steps past the town gate, Zelin got on a boat. There are many houses, but there are no streets in the traditional sense. Instead, there are dense canals. In this city, the main means of transportation is boats. Some people put up wooden boards between the houses, but most of the time, to visit other houses or other people's places, they still have to row over.

The houses are built on the water, which well shows how great creativity and architectural ability people have in a small place, and expand their living space as much as possible. Obviously it was only built on an area that may only be 50 square meters, but the townspeople could build a three-story house and a spire attic. Since people cannot walk to the streets like other towns, this makes the town very crowded. As for the fishy smell and the stink from the trash piled up from time to time, it is even more surprising.

The guards were holding the boat and rowing across the river with some ice floes. Zelin had already seen the destination before reaching the place. That one stood out among the many messy buildings, and the only statue of the town hall stood on the side.

Chapter 693 The Flatterer

The place where the mayor lives is the only place that Zelin can know without asking for directions.

The tall long house, the wide space, and the bell tower erected on the top of the building are very conspicuous. Standing on it, you can clearly see all the places in the town. The tall vertical windows ensure excellent lighting in the town hall where the mayor lives. Compared with other places full of fishy and oily cloths, these look dry and the air is fresh. As if to prevent moisture, the town hall was built one floor higher to avoid direct contact between the floor and the water.

Stepping down from the rickety boat, Zelin raised his head. The second floor of the town hall also extended out the balcony, allowing the people inside to enjoy the sun and fresh air on the balcony. It can be seen that the people living in it enjoy life very much. As for who lives in it, it goes without saying.

The guard threw the weapon on the ship, not caring that he, as a soldier, should not treat the weapon like this "The mayor is inside, he..."

"He is working hard with his busy official duties, and is broken for the development of Long Lake Town." Before the young guard finished speaking, a man in black took his words. Zelin turned his head, and saw the man bending over, leaning back slightly, but twisting his waist pretending to be relaxed, half leaning against the fence at the entrance of the town hall. Under the black felt hat, he had greasy and disgusting curls and a small beard on the corner of his mouth.

"As a citizen of Changhu Town, if you don't have important things, don't bother the mayor, who is very busy and tired. He is very busy and tired. He should be considerate." The man has a pair of small and nervous eyes under his curved eyebrows. , The layers of wrinkles on the bags under the eyes and the dark circles under the eyes make him always look like an overexhaustion of energy. His eyes are staring arrogantly around him, as if everyone around him should bow their heads to him. He staggered towards Zelin, with his head stretched forward, trying to show a noble appearance, but not only did he not learn the manners of nobles, he even walked like to those who are aloof Deliberate imitation.

"You can go back now." The man who walked down from the city hall waved his hands casually and asked the soldiers to go away. Then he put his gaze on Zelin, "As for you, another idler is coming to Changhu Town?" He looked up and down the demon hunter, then deliberately coughed a few times, straightened his waist, and stroked his cotton shirt. With his chin tilted up, his nostrils turned upside-down, "You can call me Lord Alfred, and I will take care of these trivial matters that don't need to be bothered by the mayor himself."

"Are you the assistant to the mayor?" Zelin frowned and looked at the slightly disgusting person in front of him.

"It's Lord Alfred." Alfred corrected. "Pay attention to your words, traveler."

"Okay, okay, I see." Zelin shrugged. In his journey of life, he has seen a lot of such people, and he has become accustomed to it for a long time. He hasn't cared about these boring things for a long time. The demon hunter re-examined what he had said in the guard hut and said to Alfred in front of him again, although Zelin didn’t think that with their working attitude, the guards would remember him after they turned back to the hut. What did you say.

"So, this is another boring person who came here to look for opportunities?" Alfred shook his eyes, staying on the hilt behind the demon hunter for a few seconds. "There is no chance here. It is crowded enough, everywhere. They are all human beings. Outsiders are not welcome here. If you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible, or I will ask the guards to help you leave. Weapons are not allowed in the town. If you want to come in, you must turn in your weapons to the lord. Or you can hand over yours. Weapon, the benevolent lord will certainly kindly let you live here."

"Listen, I'm coming from the dense forest. I heard that you need someone to deliver the goods to the woodland elves." Zelin hasn't wanted to experiment with the idea of ​​​​​​​​​​​​​the Farse. It exists in the narration of a bargeman and archer. He doesn't know whether there are wizards in this world, or what kind of supernatural power users are there. It is not clear whether he will be discovered when he uses the seal here. He has seen spellers in several worlds, all of whom are part-time researchers, and Yanan is the craziest representative.

If he can, he doesn't want to deal with this type of person at all.

"I'm here for a temporary job and residence, to find something to do, not to make trouble, Mr. Alfred..."

"My lord." The other party corrected again.

"I hope I can talk with your mayor. If I can, I will stay for a while, record something and leave." Zelin didn't care about Alfred's correction. "If it doesn't work, I will go and go elsewhere. Take a look."

"Lucky for you, I am a person who is willing to share the worries for the mayor. He needs someone to transport goods." Alfred bent down again and walked towards the town hall. "When you see the benevolent mayor, don't forget Be polite and respectful. Don’t ask questions like an ignorant person. Also, clean the mud from your shoes before going in. Don’t stain your expensive carpets."

"Are you talking about yourself?" Zelin walked up the steps of the town hall and glanced at Alfred’s boots. Go on. Okay, maybe it's just a smash and a pile of mud." Without looking at Alfred who was frozen in place, the demon hunter walked into the town hall. Without taking two, he heard the sound of running shoes with water behind him and a curse from Alfred.

When he walked into the hall, a warm feeling came to his face. The layout inside and the appearance on the outside are simply two worlds. Unfortunately, the Demon Hunter is not a carpet weaver, and there is no way to estimate the price of the carpet on the ground, but it will certainly not be cheap. A slender corridor leads directly to the office of the mayor, with bookcases on both sides, and each floor of the bookcases is full of books. Roughly speaking, Zelin might think that the mayor here is a literati who is full of poetry and books.

If he can find time to clean up the almost naked-eye dust on the books, maybe the performance will be better. On the other hand, the wine glass and wine bottle on the cupboard were rubbed brightly.

Zelin walked around the corner and just saw the town hall on the first floor of the town hall. The mayor, who Alfred called the mayor who worked **** his official duties, was putting his legs on the table, holding up a beer belly, and tasting high Fine wine in the foot glass. Seeing someone coming in, he immediately put down his cocked legs and shouted angrily at the door, "Alfred, who let you allow others to come in!"

Chapter 694 Correction

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

The bald mayor raised his wine glass, opened his arms and asked, a few strands of pale yellow hair drooping on both sides of the bald head. There was a mustache on his well-maintained face. For some reason, when he saw the mayor, Zelin immediately thought of the appearance of winter melon. In fact, if a wax gourd is enlarged to the same height as a human, it may be almost the same size as the mayor. However, winter melon will not put itself on a gorgeous and high-quality coat. The mouth is decorated with spun yarn and ruffles, and the cloth is no less than high-quality silk. Compared with their mayor, the townspeople outside are nothing like refugees. Difference.

"Where is Alfred? Answer me, or I'll be a guard!"

"He just..."

Before Zelin had time to say anything, the mayor had just said Alfred's name when the demon hunter heard a thumping sound from behind, and Alfred drove over all the way.

"I've been here all the time, Lord Mayor." He almost fell to the ground because he was running too fast, and he couldn't stand firmly. He straightened forward and slid down the felt hat that blocked his eyes, showing a foolish smile. "Kindly Mayor, what do you need? Brandy? Or..."

"Tell me what's going on with this person?" the mayor asked Alfred. "He just broke in. Didn't I tell you? No one is allowed to disturb me now." The mayor patted his hand. At the table, "Anyone can break in, who can respect the authority of the mayor?! It's ridiculous, I absolutely can't tolerate this happening!"

Zelin glanced at Alfred. "Perhaps this can be done by Lord Alfred in Long Lake Town..."

"It's Alfred, Mayor of Long Lake's assistant." The flattery corrected again, and he walked to the mayor. "This man is the trucker I found for you. He is from the south and can help you with the leftovers. All the goods dropped are sent to the Woodland Kingdom."

"Oh?" The mayor raised his eyebrows. "I won't allow anyone to cheat me to pay my wages by carrying two swords?" He snorted. "There are more and more barrels flowing out of the dense forest river, we There are fewer and fewer wines that can be transported. This is important. What if he escapes with the goods himself? This is about the survival of the entire Long Lake Town. How can we survive without gold. I am Long Lake. The mayor of, I must be responsible for the townspeople of the whole town, and for the friendship between Changhu and the Woodland Kingdom. Do you understand?"

"Of course, you have been thinking about Long Lake." Alfred said sincerely. "Only some people who don't know how to be grateful will slander your achievements and merits."

"Perhaps, I know that the difficulties that the town needs to face now are insufficient heating supplies and food shortages?" Zelin recalled what he saw on the road. The townspeople obviously had a hungry face and a stall selling blankets. I can always see customers "The top priority should be to deal with the coming winter? When the lake freezes, you can't make a living by fishing. I don't see the granary. People can't live by eating gold, right?"

"Look! Another person who doesn't understand my good intentions!" The mayor patted the table angrily. "You people, you always don't understand what other people want. Are these people living in fishy and oily odors? Place, is it my fault? It’s not my fault. Work, housing, food, they are always mumbling about these things, yelling and yelling. Damn it, they don’t know who is maintaining this town. , A group of ungrateful guys."

"Yes, my lord, they are just insatiable." Alfred continued to nod from the side.

"Listen to outsiders, if you transport the goods to the dense forest, I will allow you to get a place to live here." The mayor's fat body stretched forward and pointed to Zelin. "Be grateful, do you understand? I am not giving you a job to complain about how bad life in the town is. You will be paid when you come back. Don’t even think about taking the goods away. You can’t escape from the woodland kingdom. It’s not about stealing elves’ goods. Playing around."

Zelin just looked at the mayor.

Obviously, there are so many dangers in the dense forest outside Changhu Town that he can't find a reason to send the goods there, or someone who has the ability to ensure that the goods can be delivered safely. He is unwilling to let the guards go, nor does he allow the townspeople in the town to hold weapons, his position is not strong. Although the mayor didn't say many words, Zelin still analyzed some clues from it.

"I need to fix up in town for a day. I just got here, tired and thirsty." Zelin stretched out a finger. "Leave tomorrow morning."

They desperately needed a delivery man, not Zelin desperately needed a place to stay.

"This is the last time. I have a big heart and I won't mind your rudeness." The mayor opened his arms. "Alfred, write down his name, and let him go to the Long Lake Bridge tomorrow morning. Go and inform. Those workers, stop being lazy and load the goods and get ready to go."

"Of course, my lord, I will take care of everything." Alfred continued to nod. Zelin really wondered if he had a pendulum on his neck, or if he nodded too frequently to make his head fall.

The mayor stretched and drank the rest of the glass. Staggering towards the stairs, the mayor’s right leg is not flexible, possibly due to rheumatism. Now the demon hunter understands who he learned from Alfred walking, "I want to sleep, don’t let people bother me." "

"Of course, my lord, I will let the guards guard the door well and drive away everyone nearby." He continued to nod his head until the mayor's back disappeared at the corner of the stairs. Then the pendulum lost its lubricating oil and got stuck.

"What do you look at!" Alfred snorted and turned to the door.