The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Please say, Damien, my dear captain of the guard."

The duke nodded to her guard captain.

"The report sent by the guards this morning stated that they saw some dead bodies on the side near Heshan at the Yadeso Quarry. They carried the emblems of the Four Fingers Union. They speculated that someone was on the road with these corpses. The robbers encountered and then defeated them."

"Thank you for the good news, Captain. I hope you can try to make sure that the area around Buckland becomes safer and puts an end to nasty bandits." The Duchess closed her hands. "Mr. Tren Wright." She turned to the side of the pavilion, with the back of her hands. Behind him, the man with his stomach stretched out like a candy merchant said, "Find the brave man who defeated the bandit and give him the reward he deserves. In Tousent, courage should be praised."

"Praise you, great one."

The candy merchant tried to bend his waist to the bottom, and the gold chain on his neck rattled.

The guard captain and the nobleman turned and walked out of the pavilion together. They could not stay here, because there were more people waiting outside waiting to meet the duchess, speaking out their requests and difficulties. Most of them are the presidents of various trade unions, and there are some wine estate owners and noble women dressed in silk. This pavilion is located under the ivory tower of Buckland. Standing in the pavilion, you have a sweeping view of the town of Buckland and the lake outside. This is a garden dotted with lavender and red roses. It is also Duchess Anna's favorite office space in sunny weather or in a good mood.

Shoemakers' Union, Blacksmiths' Union, Tailor's Union, Fishermen's Union, Boat Builders' Union, Cooper's Union, Logging Union'. All walks of life have their own unions, as well as those wine estates that are the pillar industry of Towsonte. Every estate owner is like the president of a union.

Of course, in addition to these handicraftsmen and merchant plantation owners, Towsonte's ranger knights are also famous.

"Earl Lakos, is your squad of Cavaliers ready to gain their own glory?"

A knight with a beard and bright armor walked up to the duchess, put one hand on his chest and straightened the other hand, and bends down deeply. "Salute to you, deeply loved." Enlightener, I have decided to form a team with Milton Knights and go outside to pursue fame and glory."

The duke nodded slightly. "I hope to hear the good news from you in Buckland." Anna paused. "If you are going to the north, please pay attention to my sister, Xi Anna's whereabouts. If you see When you get to her, please ensure her safety, and then bring her back."

"I will do all this and swear by my glory." Lakos bowed again and saluted.

Watching Count Lakosi walk out of the pavilion and leave with several other knights in neat armor. The next person standing in front of the duchess was an aristocratic woman in her thirties. She was accompanied by several female companions. She was holding a soaked handkerchief in her hand, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Viscount Sebastian, please tell me what makes you so sad. I don't want to see a respectable woman wronged in my city." She took two steps forward. "I Guarantee, you can get the justice you need here."

"Thank you, enlightenment." Several aristocratic women bent over, lifted the corners of their skirts, and bowed in salute.

"A female night demon has invaded our home." The women's voices were a little choked. "A female image of a demon, monster, and succubus. Her shameless behavior makes it difficult for us to describe in words. Her behavior even makes anyone accept it. Well-educated people are ashamed to speak out. We ask the beloved Duchess to remove this creature that will defile this land for Towson's well-behaved ladies."

Defile this land.

So those who drank too much and swayed ran to the wooden toilet and spit out a lot of good Dongzhidong wine or cheap beer into the wooden barrel.

In order not to defile the land, they defiled the barrel.

Zelin shook his head, which was dizzy under the influence of alcohol. This land is like magic, everyone is immersed in the intoxicating wine and delicious fruit pulp. The demon hunter wanted to leave as soon as possible, after all, he had other things to do, this was not for a holiday. But everything started to change when he stepped into the Fort Ravello tavern, wanted to drink a glass of water to soothe his throat, buy some grapes and fruit, and comfort his stomach that had been tortured by crusty bread for several days.

The waiter at the counter recommended him the best local wines. But for Zelin, whether it's expensive wine or cheap beer, it's the same when you drink it into your stomach and spit it out. Then a local gentleman stood up to refute the demon hunter. While praising the Dongzhidong wines for being beautiful and mellow and not making people drunk and drunk like a drunkard, he criticized the inferior alcohol and water that could not soothe people’s spirits and make people drunk. After being out of state, it will affect your health.

Then he would bet with the demon hunter in front of many alcoholics who raised their heads. He drinks wine, and the demon hunter drinks those inferior products that he calls mixed with alcohol and water to see who gets drunk first.

As a result, the situation began to become uncontrollable. More people began to watch, applaud, and whistle. When Zelin drank the third bottle, the girl who threw a bunch of parasites into the arms of the demon hunter at the next table made the customers in the tavern laugh. Zelin didn't remember how much he drank, because he was a demon hunter, ordinary poisons could not deal with him, such as alcoholism, but it would still paralyze his nerves. He vaguely saw the squire put down the cup, waved his hand to greet the customers, and told people that his wife had to go home before the day was up, otherwise the demon hunter would lose.

After a while, the demon hunter's sensitive hearing heard the sound of the squire hiding in the wooden toilet next door and vomiting.

In the end, he kindly helped drag the gentleman who had invited him so much wine out of the toilet and handed it to someone around him who knew him. It seems to be the planter of a wine estate.

The bright moonlight guides the demon hunter, like a brightly-lit Bowkland. There was a willow forest around, no monsters, no robbers, and no members of the Outstanding Rogue Thieves Guild to touch his wallet.

In the cold wind blowing, the Griffin badge buzzed.

Zelin looked at the willow trees around and shrugged, "Which one of you is Master Kunt?"

Chapter 349 Next time I invite

Of course Willow couldn't play Gwent, so he might as well go talk to the girl in the tavern.

He took a sip of white honey, which can remove the toxic substances in his blood. Although it is a mild poison in itself, it can make him sober in a sense.

Zelin glanced at the roadside, and a sign stood on the edge of the field, and behind the fence was a plantation. This is a three-way intersection, and arrows on the sign indicate which direction the different roads lead to. Look in the direction you are facing, and then look at the position written on the board.

Fort Lavide, Heshan, Fox Valley.

Fake alcohol harms people.

He was supposed to go south and go directly to Buckland. As a result, now, he realized that he had gone the other way. He didn't go on the path of Buckland. The lights of Fox Valley, a village northwest of Fort Lavdau, were showing on the distant horizon. The shadows of the trees were illuminated by lights on the crimson-painted walls, and bunches of plump bunches of grapes were hung on the wooden and bamboo shelves erected in front of the house. A group of people were in the middle of the village and town, in a clearing near the river, with tables and stools. Some men and women were holding cups on the tables or stools, making loud noises. The smell of wine floated before the demon hunters approached the village or town. In his nose.

Everything seemed so normal, and the vibration of the Griffin's emblem appeared extra harsh in the calm.

Soon, Zelin found something wrong.

It stands to reason that in a field, there should be various crops, or condiments such as okra and onions. Even in the deserted fields, there will be all kinds of grass, lavender, wormwood or unknown weeds, depending on what the wind and birds can bring.

But what kind of fields will be overgrown with porcelain?

Rape stepped into the field, but Zelin did not hear the rustling of crops or weeds, but instead heard the cracking of ceramics. He lowered his head and saw that the ground was filled with all kinds of ceramics, all kinds of ceramic pots of different sizes, half of them exposed and half buried in the soil, as if growing out of the ground. The same. He squatted down and picked up a piece of broken porcelain in the rapeseed footsteps. The extremely real touch told him that it was indeed ceramic, not an illusion or an illusion caused by him drinking too much wine.

"Oh~ a traveler! Welcome to Fox Valley, where any good people who abide by the laws of the principality are welcome."

There are only forty households in Fox Valley, but unlike other places, all villages and estates in Tousent are closely related to wine, whether it is brewing and storing, planting raw materials, or bottling and making wooden barrels for wine. The industry permeates every corner of Tousant. Generally speaking, the villages of Tousant are built on wine estates. People who work on the estates live together and become a village.

But in Fox Valley, Zelin only saw a few bunches of grape vines as home decorations. There were no plantations nearby, no logging yards for making wooden barrels, and no wine estates. It is no different from other villages, except that the houses are more glamorous.

"Why do you bury pot-like pottery in the ground?"

This is not only a village gathering, but also a fair. Zelin asked a villager with a bunch of grilled mushrooms.

"Buried in the ground? Of course not. These things all grow out of the ground. We don't need to do anything. Those pots grow out of the ground!" The villager burped, "You must be a foreigner. Everyone in Towsonte knows that the ceramic pots grown from the ground in Fox Valley are exquisite and durable, even if they are used by the respected duchess."

"Will these...ceramics grow in other places?"

Zelin asked incredulously, this kind of thing can only be seen in fairy tales.

"The specialty of Fox Valley is of course unique!" The villagers burped again and breathed out a sigh of alcohol. "However, things are also produced in Dudeno Village on the other side of Lynx Cliff. We have a good trade relationship with them."

"They also produce pots?"

"No." The villager pointed to the land outside. "Did you not find that none of the pots have lids?"

A magical place, a place that violates the laws of nature, and a place that must be affected by supernatural powers.

"Have you seen the demon hunters coming from the northern pass?" Fox Valley is far enough north. If a demon hunter arrives at Tousent not from the valley but from the mountain pass of Demon Peak, then he is the first This place should be here.

"Devil hunter? The exorcist in the fairy tale collection? Of course I haven't seen it. Even if those stories are true, they don't know how many years ago they are. How could they still be alive." The villager waved his hand. A demon hunter can come here. I hope he can help solve this problem. Nothing can grow in the land, only these various pots. Wine is drunk and vomited, it is gone. But the pot can last a long time. My relatives in Fort Lavado are making more and more money growing grapes. People who don’t know say the blessings of these prophets Rebbioda. I think this is like a curse."

The prophet Rebbioda, Zelin knew what this meant. Many curses would have metaphors. To lift the curses, one must understand more about the cultural differences in different regions. In the north, people worship the goddess Meritelli directly, while in the south, people admire the prophet Rebioda, who spread the doctrine of the goddess. The goddess Meritelli has different names in different places, just like in the Skellig Islands, Meritelli is called the Freya goddess. Of course, this cannot be said to the islanders, they will think this is a blasphemy against the goddess Freya.

There is no doubt that the long pot in the ground is not the specialty of the goddess Meritelli.

"We don’t have a vineyard here, and the security team will only patrol once every ten days, so the Bandit Merchants’ Union will come once every five days. Thanks to the fact that we don’t have much money here, they will only ask for food and pot. If we can produce it here, too. Good grapes, we can also ask the Cavaliers to help us."

Zelin looked up at the Lynx Cliff hidden in the night, "If I can help you lift this curse, will you pay me?"

"Stop it, if you can be a demon hunter with two swords on your back, so can I."