The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin made a joke, but Maria also cocked her mouth slightly.

"Maybe you will be driven out by your own wife again in a stormy night."

The demon hunter thought for a while.

"It's time to go."

Along the winding path through the swamp, Zelin could already see the sparkling water of the lake when the sun crossed the middle of the sky. The extent of this lake is so large that it almost divides the entire Willen into two. Large chunks of floating ice floating on it, Zelin can still see fishing boats in nearby fishing villages floating on the water, and fishermen in thick cotton-padded clothes dragging fishing nets. Whether it is winter or summer, fishing activities will never disappear due to the change of seasons, especially in the case of insufficient food stocks, two consecutive years of war destroyed large tracts of farmland.

Near the shore, Zelin rolled over and got off his horse. On the pier on the shore, he could see the top of the tall tower on the opposite island. There is a simple wharf on the shore, and two canoes are docked on the shore, but it is not the canoes and the fishermen in the lake that really attract Zelin's attention, but the two soldiers by the simple wharf.

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ps: Several people told me today, you go and watch a video of station B... I feel that this is definitely just the production team being lazy and not making a separate modeling

Chapter 1370: Baron Willen

"Do you want to go by boat? No way, no way."

Soldiers in thick leather jackets waved their hands and stood in front of the ferry to block their way. Another soldier stood by the trestle bridge with his hands hidden in his sleeves, pacing back and forth to warm himself up.

"Why? I don't think there is anything wrong with this lake." Zelin's gaze crossed the shoulders of the soldiers, looking at the fishermen who were on the fishing boat and dragging their nets onto the deck. "Why can those fishermen take a boat to the lake, I can't. Don't tell me you still rent out boats to make money."

"Yes, you need to spend money on the boat. This land belongs to Baron Wieselard. You are not a native of Willen. Since you don't pay taxes to the Baron, you have to pay rent." The soldier coughed heavily. "And you can’t pay the rent. Those fishermen are fishing on the lake, and you are going to this island. Your Excellency is meeting with Master Alexander on the island. That island is where the baron’s private castle is. There is no him. Yes, no one has the right to enter. This is private territory, right, you can’t enter.”

The soldiers began to mumble about the rules and regulations of private property, but Zelin thought that he was just idle and bored.

Zelin cleared his throat and pointed to the castle on the opposite island. "I'm not here to find your baron. I'm looking for Alexander. You can go and tell him that a demon hunter is looking for him, called Zelin, if he still remembers how the experimental materials in his hand came from. You Just say, I have something very important to come to him. If he doesn’t burn his eyebrows, I hope to see him as soon as possible."

"No, Lord Baron doesn't like being disturbed when meeting guests." The soldier shook his head again. "I can't lose this job. If I lose my job, I can only work in a field full of ghosts and monsters. I'm still young and don't want to die. I still have a wife. She is also very young. Can’t die. And that’s a mage. People are saying that he will use living people to do experiments, and he will turn people into frogs and throw them into a pot to stew soup. A few days ago, I saw someone transporting a few boxes of live rats in. Who is that? Can eat mice? There must be only those terrible wizards."

Zelin found out that he was wrong before. This soldier was not bored, but talkative.

"Maybe some rent can calm the baron's anger and compensate you for your loss?"

"Uh..."

"How about twenty?"

"No, too little"

"Krona."

"This..." After hearing that it was Krona, the soldiers hesitated. Their salary was only 15 Oren per week. Although after the war, everyone could earn more Oren coins, but In fact, the gold content of Oren coins is lower. "But the Baron, I really don't want to offend him. You will leave after you meet. I can't leave Willen."

"What the **** are you talking about, Eugene." Another soldier who had been pacing to keep warm came over and pushed his companion away. "Come with me, outsider, I'll take you over. If you want me to say, our baron doesn't have such a bad temper. And" the soldier held out **** and stared at Zelin earnestly. "Twenty crowns , It’s the crown, not the Oren coin."

"Of course." Zelin took out two large sums of money. "Go and untie the ferry rope, I really don't want to delay it any longer."

"Hey, Simmons, are you crazy? The risk is too high. If we make your baron unhappy, we will definitely not have a good life..."

However, his companion did not pay attention to his nagging, but went straight to the dock.

The soldier’s efficiency is very fast, and it may be more efficient than when he went to organize affairs for the leader. When Zelin led the horse to the simple trestle bridge, he had already untied the cable and adjusted the bow of the ship to a good position. Zelin didn't worry about leaving the horse on the shore. He was sure that he would reach into the saddle bag within fifteen minutes after he left, so he took the horse and walked onto the ferry. Fortunately, this was not a narrow canoe, but even so, a horse came up and made the ferry sway.

When the ferry left the shore, the soldier named Eugene was still complaining about gains and losses.

The tip of the ferry pushed the floating ice on the water to both sides. Under the bright sunshine, the island towers appeared extraordinarily clear. Zelin noticed that the top of the tower was damaged, the wall collapsed in half, and the situation inside the top floor could be seen directly. The entire tower is made of bricks, but the bricks have turned dark black in the wind and sun. There is a path leading from the pier to the castle on the island, and there is a circular square at the other end of the island. It is said that it is a place used by locals during certain rituals, just like the burning candles that can often be seen at the intersection. Statues, people will worship their gods in these places.

Weeds grow on both sides of the road, and knee-high weeds have completely covered the ground. It seems that no one has cleared this place. If it weren't for the castle and the compacted road not far away, Zelin would definitely think it was an uninhabited island.

After not walking far along the road, the weeds on both sides of the road were blocked by sharp wooden piles. A circle of wooden piles surrounded the castle tower, with only one opening in the direction of the trail. It was like a camp, the flag hanging on the wooden pole in front of the door was drooping listlessly.

The sleeping soldier with his head down in front of the wooden fence heard someone approaching, rubbed his eyes, and squinted at the approaching person. "Who is this? Simmons, your friend?" He pointed to Zelin and asked.

"No, it's Master Alexander's friend."

Hearing Simmons' answer, the doorman shrank his neck and frowned as if he saw a leper.

"Hurry up, the master and the baron are on the second floor."

Simmons turned his head and waved to Zelin. "Hurry up, let's go, don't waste time."

Zelin followed the soldier across the wooden fence and heard the spitting sound from behind.

Before entering the castle tower, he put the horses in the stables, and a child who appeared to be less than fifteen years old was in it, washing the body of a maroon horse. Zelin threw him a silver coin and confessed that he had added some oats in the forage he was feeding the horse. It is not only the demon hunters who need to rest, but the horses also need to rest. After the horse boy took the silver coins, he kept guaranteeing that he would take good care of the horse before Zelin left. He swears that his father is in Vizima Castle, who looks after the precious horses for the nobles. Although Zelin is curious, he remembers that riding in Vizima is not allowed.

"People here don't seem to welcome you very much, they hate you."

"Yes, just get used to it."

"Why?"

"Sometimes it doesn't need a reason. For example, when we stand together, you are so beautiful and I am so ugly compared to me, so they hate me."

Maria snorted softly. "People here must never look in the mirror forever."

"No, it's always best to see yourself."

The soldier in front glanced back at Zelin curiously, wondering why the demon hunter would suddenly say something in a low voice, and then he seemed to have thought of something, fought a cold war, and immediately quickened his pace.

Entering the castle tower, the chill on the island was immediately dissipated by the warm flames in the fireplace.

"You wait here, I'll tell the Lord Baron." The soldier ran quickly and disappeared on the stairs.

Zelin looked around the hall. There seemed to be nothing worth noting here, just like other castle decorations, long tables and recliners, landscape oil paintings hanging on the walls, and bookcases attached to the walls. It is full of books, and the corners are decorated with silver ornaments. The hall is not large in scale, and it seems a bit crowded after all kinds of ornaments and furniture are stuffed in. The only difference is that in the corner next to the door, there are many long boxes stacked, one of which is open. Zelin saw a lot of everyday clothes inside, as if someone was about to move.

After a short while, Zelin heard the sound of tumbling footsteps from the stairs. The soldier appeared on the stairs, leaning out from the handrail and said to Zelin.

"Your Excellency the Baron wants to see you, hurry up."

Not caring about the ghostly look when the soldier left and passed by, Zelin walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

As soon as he walked to the second floor, Zelin saw a mage in a gray robe and a man in a light brown fluffy jacket sitting at the round table, looking at himself who came up. Half-eaten bread and grilled meat are placed on the tabletop plate, and there is only half a bottle of wine left. Obviously, the host and guests here have a good relationship, and I am the one who interrupts the lunch.

"Allow me to introduce to you." Alexander stood up, patted his robe, smoothed the folds on it, walked to Zelin, and introduced to the man who was dining with him. "This is the demon hunter who rescued Novigrad from the plague. Mahakam's master demon hunter Zelin, I can get the materials to study the antidote to the plague thanks to him."

Alexander smiled at Zelin, then pointed to the man sitting at the dining table.

"This is the ruler of Willen, the benevolent and hospitable Baron Wieserad, and a generous sponsor of the magical cause."

Baron Wesselard nodded friendly to Zelin, he stood up and opened his arms. "I've heard of your name, Master Demon Hunter, and you are welcome here. I hope that those clumsy soldiers will not cause you any trouble. They are all farmers and have no manners. I don't know how to treat guests. I We are discussing with Master Alexander about how to resolve the plague. Since you happen to be here, you must have not eaten lunch. Please sit over and enjoy with us."

With that, Wieselard yelled at the stairs leading to the third floor. "Annabel, go and tell the chef, prepare the most delicious food in the castle and bring it up. We have a distinguished guest."

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"Thank you, Lord Baron. But I did come here to find Master Alexander. It was about magic."

At the baron's greeting, his daughter, the black-haired girl named Annabe, brought a pot of new food, but Zelin had no appetite anymore, and he didn't come to Willen as a tourist.