The Journey of the Demon Hunter

The first thousand and fifty-seventh chapter Nightingale nun

It’s not so warm in the Holy Ash Temple.

Ze Lin thought that there would be a few tall fireplaces that were burning to warm the nearby walls. But in fact it is not the case. Only a few rooms in this temple have fireplaces, and the colors are still the latest additions. Most of the places are cold as if they were buried in a glacier. Being able to wear chain mail even in such a cold place, Zelin was not sure whether Leliana was physically superior or was wearing a thick wool lining under the chain mail.

"Our alchemist tested the potion you were carrying."

Compared with other places in the temple, there are hardly many people to see here. The iron boots made a crisp sound when they stepped on the ground, and the hem of Leliana's nun's robe made a subtle metal crash as she walked. This is a coat in the style of a nun's robe, but this nun's robe is not made of fabric, but a chain mail made of small iron hoops. She also wore metal gloves on her hands, which made her look like a nun, but also the temperament of a warrior.

"As a fleeing person, it is amazing that you carry so many poisonous potions on your body."

They walked into a remote room. This room could hold more than 30 people. Now there were only more than a dozen people. They were all men and women dressed as scouts with hoods and leather jackets. After Lelianna opened the door, they all nodded in salute to Sister Nightingale. It was as cold as other places, and when he walked into the door, Zelin saw that his things were placed in the middle of the room.

"I am a fighter, these things are related to my fighting style."

Zelin walked to the table and picked up a bottle of Swallow Potion. The potion bottle was opened, and a part of the potion in it was missing. "You can't drink anymore, right?"

"We collected some." Lelianna walked around the wooden table and walked across from the Demon Hunter. She leaned forward on the table with both hands, her eyes staring at Zelin. "I know Antivan's thieves and assassins use poison in battle. Compared with the daggers used by the assassins, your two swords are too long. "

"Because I am not a thief." Zelin shook the potion in his hand. "Yes, this is very toxic to ordinary people, but it is not to me. As I said, I will use this before the battle."

"Poison the poison in the enemy's glass or throw it out?"

"I will drink it." Zelin said seriously.

"It's impossible." An alchemist on the side retorted, "The toxicity of this potion is equivalent to the toxicity of the blood of the Darkborn. Animals that drink the potion will die quickly, and ordinary people may lose consciousness if they can't hold it for three seconds."

"You should tell me what you plan to do before conducting the experiment." Zelin frowned slightly. "You are wasting precious potions. If you want to know what these things are, I can tell you, instead of letting you waste it like this. ."

From Warrick’s words, Zelin can get some clues, that is, the people in this place don’t know much about the interior of the Devant kingdom, which is located in the north and ruled by wizards, and they know less about the magic used by the Defantes. He can completely push these things to the heads of the Devants. After all, it sounds like the Devants kingdom is still a slavery empire, and the imperial wizards seem to be conducting magic experiments on private slaves. As for what kind of opinions these people will have towards the Derfantes, that is not something he has to consider. People here seem to have a very bad opinion of the Derfantes.

Leliana raised her hand and motioned to the alchemist to be quiet. The nun looked at the demon hunter and narrowed slightly, "Show me."

She turned her head and said, "What is the lethal dose?"

"One bite is enough..." The alchemist hesitated. "But if we drink less, we should be able to find a way to rescue it."

"Don't worry, you don't need to be so troublesome." Zelin picked up the swallow potion in his hand and drank half a bottle of the poisonous potion in their eyes. So get used to it."

The atmosphere in the room fell silent.

"What's the matter? Yes, my face may not look so good." Zelin wiped the drop of medicine from the corner of his mouth. His body can withstand more toxicity after the second mutation, but one thing will not change. That is, after he drank the potion, his face would still be as pale as a corpse, and there are blood vessels violent under the action of the potion. "This thing is only for me to use. I suggest that you don't try it on it, or try it. Studying out poisons that you can also use, this will poison all your soldiers to death."

"I'm pretty sure..." The alchemist opened his eyes wide. "Can you withstand such a poison? Are you the guardian of the gray robe? I know the physical quality and ability of the guardian of the gray robe, and the dark descendants who are poisonous The resistance of the blood is superb, I..."

"Well, Milo, the guardians are not here." Leliana raised her hand and stopped the alchemist from continuing. She looked at the demon hunter, and the suspicion on her face softened a little, "I don’t know what experiments the Moral Fant has done on you. If you can take care of these highly toxic items on your body, you can stay safely. Here."

One inspection. Zelin understood Leliana's actions. It is impossible for a spy master to simply believe in one-sided words, especially the demon hunter does carry many dangerous items, not only highly toxic substances, but also inflammable and explosive bombs. The Pope is kind, Justinia V can be persuaded, but a spy cannot trust others so easily. Demon hunters only need to pour these potions into the wells in the camp near the Holy Ash Temple, or throw a dancing star in the warehouse to cast a shadow over this peace meeting.

"No problem, as long as you can tell your subordinates, don't steal my things at will." Zelin packed up the things he put on the table, and it felt good to be able to re-arm. Weapons and reliable props can bring him a great sense of security. "Also, don't let the servants turn my room casually. I am worried that they don't know how to deal with these things."

"No one will touch the poison indiscriminately. Also, your room will be rearranged." Leliana waved her hand and motioned to others to continue her work. The matter here is over. "You now have my trust. ."

The spy nun walked to the door, she had other things to deal with, and when she walked past the demon hunter who was packing up props and weapons, she turned her head slightly.

"Temporary."

The first thousand and fifty-eight chapters Lavilland

After Zelin took his weapons and left where Leliana's subordinates were, he passed the hall, but Warrick had already left. He looked around, everyone was busy, and he attracted more attention. This time, not only the nearby servants, but the guards in the hall were also watching him vigilantly, as if they had already planned in their minds, how to subdue him when the demon hunter suddenly drew out his sword to injure someone. I have to say that the appearance after drinking the potion is indeed unpleasant.

The demon hunter decided to walk directly back to his room. Lelianna said that the demon hunter's room would be rearranged, and he could find a place to live and rest at the foot of Huishuang Mountain where the temple is located. As someone who has nothing to do with the church or even with the peace conference, he is indeed not suitable for living in the Holy Ash Temple.

Before he walked to the door of the house, when he was standing in the corridor, he saw that the wooden door of his house at the end was being opened. He continued to walk two steps forward, and the sound of tumbling over cabinets came from inside. When he walked to the door, he happened to see a servant in a dark green robe pulling open the cabinet drawer of the house.

"Hi, what are you doing?"

Zelin knocked on the door panel as if knocking on the door, but the servant inside was not surprised. The servant just stood up and shook the thing in his hand to the demon hunter---it was a wooden board carved with a pattern resembling an elk---then he bent down again and began to move the contents of the drawer out. Take. As the servant bent over, Zelin noticed the other's long ears. Obviously, this was an elf, not a human or a dwarf. In just less than a day, Zelin saw three different races in this world.

The demon hunter lowered his head and looked at a package at the door. He shrugged "Sorry, I just came here, I don't quite understand the rules here."

The servant's movements paused slightly, and the other party slowly straightened up and slowly turned his head. Zelin only noticed that this was a female elf servant. By human standards, or even by the standards of the elves of the Demon Hunter World, the elves on the continent of Saidas looked a little slender. The short curly cream-colored hair like a guinea mouse, and his big talking eyes, almost like a poor stray child.

"I'm going to move from here." The elf maid said to Zelin, but her language was a bit vague. Zelin was stunned for a moment to make sure that she was talking about moving, not to clean up the house and move in. At this time, the demon hunter noticed that the elf servant’s mouth was a little swollen, and the left hand that was vacated occasionally covered his abdomen. "They said this house belongs to you, so I will pack my own things. Wait for their notice. Come down, I will leave immediately."

"Then you may not be able to wait for this notice, because I am going to leave. I'm sorry to take up your room all night." Zelin said to the elf servant, holding the door of the room, and squinting his eyes, "You... You look familiar, have I met you?"

The elf also frowned slightly, and then her eyes widened suddenly, and she clapped her hands. "You threw me to the ground last night and kicked me fiercely."

"The servant last night was you?" Zelin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. "Are you kidding me? I remember it was a human male..." The demon hunter carefully looked at the servant in front of him again, loosely and unfittingly. The robe does not highlight the figure, and the pointed ears are hidden under the curly hair, only a point is left outside the hair. If you don’t pay attention at night, it’s easy to admit mistakes at first sight, "Well, please allow me to apologize again."

From this elf, Zelin knew that her last name was Lavilan, and her name was Dashley.

There is no elven kingdom on the continent of Saidas. The real elven kingdom was destroyed a long time ago, even before the first outbreak of the plague.

There are two types of elves in this world today. One is the city elves. They live in human cities. Most of them live in the diaspora or the lower city. They live by doing simple coolies or serving as servants to human nobles or wealthy merchants. Most of the living habits have already been assimilated by humans.

The other is the Dashley elves known as wild elves. They gather in the forest and exist as tribes. Each tribe has an elf mage as its leader. Dashley elves migrated everywhere, living in a caravan pulled by the specialty Hara deer, becoming somewhat similar to nomads. But they still retain part of the tradition of the ancient elves, independent of human society, and freely use magic without interference from the church. The gods they worship are not the creators of the Androst Church, but the ancient elves and gods. .

This Lavilan is the Dashley Elf.

"Why do you believe in elves and gods, why do you come to the holy land of Androste Church to be a servant?"

"Because the elder of the tribe wants to know what terms the peace conference will reach, he sent me here. I have reached an agreement with the humans here. I will work for them for a period of time, and the Pope allowed me to be here. When the peace agreement was signed, I stood on the sidelines.” Lavilland rubbed his abdomen gently, “You fainted me directly last night, but when I woke up, other servants I knew told me that my room was It belongs to someone else."

The Hara Deer is the representative of the Dashley Elf, so Lavilland will carry a hand of cards with the Hara Deer to prove his identity. It is estimated that it was because she was knocked unconscious by Zelin last night, so the person who came to arrange the temporary residence of the demon hunter would find this unowned room and let Zelin live in.

"I will pack away the things I put here yesterday, and then go down to the mountain, there should be a place to provide accommodation in the secluded town below." At least Leliana said that, but whether it is or not, he is best Leave here first. Today the guards of this temple still have vigilance and doubts about him. If anything happens during this period, he will inevitably become a new suspect if he does not leave the temple.

He was very clear about people's suspicion, just like in the world of demon hunters, when he passed a village, what happened in the village would always suspect Zelin for the first time.

"Then I'm going to work, and I won't be back in an hour, and the room will be handed over to you." Lavilland took the things he packed back to the house again.

"Don't you worry about me stealing something?"

"All my property may not be as expensive as the sword behind your back."

"By the way, do you know where the restaurant is here?" Before the elf left, Zelin suddenly remembered something, and he asked the servant's back.

Lavilland turned her head, with a confused expression "Restaurant? What's that?"

"It's a place to eat together."

"There is no such room in the temple." Lavilland thought about it carefully, and then shook his head. "You are not a member of the church. You have to go to the hermit town at the foot of the mountain to buy it."

The first thousand and fifty-nine chapters of the Judgment Order