The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"I said, it's not bad for the filthy blood to become a ghost."

Maria swung the knife like lightning. Zelin didn't hear the sound of the knife breaking through the air, and he didn't even feel the wind that should appear when he swung the knife. A deep sword mark appeared on the trunk of the poplar tree.

"If you ask the golden retriever, he will tell you what kind of trouble you have had at Cain Hearst Castle."

There is no doubt that the person Maria is talking about is Alfred, Yanan's last executioner, and the resonance bell in Zelin's hand is still Alfred's gift. Although Alfred did not participate in the bloodbath of Cain Hirst by Logarius, the executioner, his enthusiasm was difficult for Maria to let go.

"Do you still hate Alfred?"

Zelin may summon Alfred to help deal with wild hunting, but when dealing with wild hunting, he does not want to devote his energy to paying attention to the contradictions between other people when fighting. Just like when he was dealing with the White Rose Knights, he had to be careful not to let Frid and Siris bump into each other head-on.

"I don't hold my hate or forget it. I was already dead when Cain Hirst was destroyed. You know, during that time, I will try not to stab him." Go away, don't want to talk about it.

There was another silence.

"Let's go."

Maria didn't say anything, she walked straight to Zelin, and then disappeared from the demon hunter.

Zelin almost understood how Maria planned to help him fight. A soul is too easy to be attacked or targeted, but if it is on the body of a demon hunter, when Zelin is fighting other enemies, those enemies will never expect the ghost sword to be suddenly pierced. One person can fight together like two people. Moreover, Maria's swordsmanship is no worse than others, whether it is dealing with humans or larger monsters. This will be a valuable aid for Zelin to deal with wild hunting.

"How is Cain Hirst now?"

On the way, the demon hunter asked casually.

"It's still the same. You haven't been there? That's right. Cain Hurst Castle has only cobwebs and dust. Adeline and I live in it. My other blood relative still lives in Yanan. It's that name. Crows will come to the castle from time to time. As for Anna Reese..." Maria's tone paused. "I don't know, maybe it's best for her to keep the status quo."

"Who is Anna Reese?"

Zelin looked like he was talking to the air, but he knew Maria was listening.

"Well, yes, you have never been to Cain Hurst Castle." Maria seemed to have deliberately increased the tone of this sentence. "She is the queen of the nobles of Cain Hearst. After the executioner slaughtered the castle, she was imprisoned on the throne, and the executioner Logarius became her jailer. You ended the night of the hunt, so Loga Lius’s soul disappeared, leaving only the crown that could open the gate of the throne. I got it, but Anaseri seems...still not awake, she is still looking for a knight who can bring her filthy blood. So. I left her in the cage of the throne first. We all know what that filthy blood is."

"Wouldn't it be a problem for you to leave Adeline in the castle alone?"

"Adeline went to Yanan the other day. There is no one in the castle. Cain Hirst is just an abandoned castle. Apart from spiders and dust, there are only ghosts. Compared with this, your Where’s the castle? I’m very curious. What is your castle like? It must be magnificent and busy. How many servants do you have? A hundred? They clean up the dust for you, take care of the garden, and serve exquisite food and cuisine at the right time. Wine. How many guests are there around you? Fifty? Or more, they praise you, flatter you, and sing praises. There must be many brave warriors surrounding the castle to guard your home. And The size of the castle must be able to accommodate the next town, at least twice or three times the size of Cain Hurst."

Zelin didn't know what expression Maria used to say, but he knew how he looked when he heard these words.

However, he had already guessed what was going on.

He remembered that Yusevka had said before that Maria invited him to the castle of Cain Hearst twice in a row, but Zelin has been troubled by other things, plus all kinds of Trouble, as a result, more than a year has passed, and he has not accepted Maria's invitation.

"Are you serious, Maria?"

"Why ask?"

"Because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

"I'm listening."

"My castle is about the same size as the one we were in yesterday. As for the person you mentioned, the total number of people living in it does not exceed twenty. Also, I'm sorry, Maria, I didn't mean to break the appointment, but Because... all kinds of troublesome things always don't give me a chance." Zelin sighed. During that time, whether it was the invaders of Saidarth, the conspiracy of Wigwarts, or the Civil War He had almost no time for his decisive battle. As a result, when everything settled down later, wild hunting reappeared.

"Could it be that in your impression, I am a person who is unhappy about this little thing? You haven't responded to me for so long, so I found your ringtone and took a look." Zelin seems to be able to imagine, Maria The corners of his mouth are almost imperceptible. "Tell me about your enemy, I haven't used a knife for a while."

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ps: It is said that the last time I found the picture was not good, this time it should be ok.

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ps: Someone asked the timeline, it's still half a year before the start of the Witcher 1 plot, which belongs to the excessive part.

The first thousand three hundred and sixty-eight chapters without a master

Willen.

To be precise, this is the first time a demon hunter has come to this land. Even before the coup on Sinide Island, he would only be active in the South Willen area centered on Goth Willen City, and Goth Willen and Willen Baronies are separated by forests and swamps. Makes the situation of the two very different. The former has the famous Sinide Island, the Magic Academy and the busiest port close to the Sidaris Peninsula. As for the latter, people only have the impression of inaccessible swamps, poor villages and rude country yolks.

Today, this impression is still firmly imprinted in the minds of everyone who has been to Willen and those who know Willen, such as George and Zelin.

Zelin rode all the way, through mountains and rivers, through day and dusk. He drove almost without stopping, and it took four days until the fifth night before he crossed the border of the Baronial La Valetti and entered the territory of Willen. When he finally found an intersection inn, he couldn't help feeling sore all over because of the physique of a demon hunter. Snow covered the road, while icing made the mountain road slippery and slippery. In four days, he rested for less than six hours in total. But when he thought that he didn't know if he would miss the wild hunting rally in four days, he couldn't wait to rush over all the time.

The sun shines through the clouds, bringing a rare warmth to this gloomy land. Zelin was sitting in the Crossroads Inn. Although there was still snow on the road outside, the snow on the Temoria Plain was nothing compared to the knee-thick deep snow on the Kodwin Plateau. You can't keep people at home, and you can't collapse houses. In the pub drinking hot beer by the fireplace, people who brag about each other are complaining about how much trouble this year's snow will bring, but compared with the situation in Kodwin, the snow in Tamoria seems too ordinary.

Zelin was sitting on a table closest to the corner, and the lean tavern owner rubbed the table hard, and then showed a questioning look and a half-broken front tooth.

"A hot beer, come first, I will definitely ask for it again." Zelin's fingers tapped slowly on the table, and the hot and humid air in the tavern made his almost freezing nerves cheer. "Another cup of hot water, and eggs, if possible, is there a barbecue?"

"There is chicken." The innkeeper nodded, and then warmly recommended "There is also venison, which I received from a local hunter this morning. It is very fresh and bloodshot."

"One piece. Is there any hot soup?"

"Sorry, there is only beer here."

"Well, then two glasses of hot beer, a roasted chicken leg and roasted venison, sprinkle more salt."

The tavernkeeper nodded again, began to write down a piece of paper, and was about to turn around and leave.

At this time, Zelin seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and quickly reached out to stop the innkeeper. "By the way, wait, how much is it?"

"Twenty Oren."

"...Do you think I am a foreigner?"

"What are you talking about? The prices for outsiders and locals are the same. This is a good hotel for legal business. The prices are reasonable. May God bless us. If the bad weather continues, our inventory will continue. The price will only increase when it becomes less and less. Compared with the food we have made, the labor we have paid should be repaid at this price."

"Okay, then I'd better go to the crow's nest castle to have this lunch." Zelin showed an angry expression and was about to stand up.

"Of course, since you are here for the first time, we only need ten Oren." Hearing the crow's nest castle where Baron Willen lived, the tavern owner quickly made a few marks on the white paper. Then put a hand on Zelin's shoulder and asked him to sit back. He nodded again with a flattering smile on his face, but this time he nodded much wider than before. "Please wait a moment, I'll let other people bring the prepared food. You taste the beer first. , Soon."

Seeing the departure of the boss, Zelin sighed lightly with one hand on his forehead. In terms of the price level of Tamoria, this meal only requires seven oren, maybe the tavern owner thought he knew the lord here, so he lowered the price. Although Zelin was indeed going to the crow's den, he didn't know the baron here.

Sitting in the warm tavern from the cold wind made him almost forget where he was. It is undeniable that there are good people everywhere and bad people everywhere, but in some places, the proportion of good people is slightly lower. Here is Willen, a place where beasts, monsters and even ogres are infested. He still remembered a person who casually mentioned that in order to solve the monster of Willen, the water in the swamp must be drained and the forest must be cut down. The same is true for people. If the people here do not change their minds, it is estimated that the well-known atmosphere here will hardly change.

Of course, this is not something he wants to worry about.

"Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?"

Hearing the sound of questioning, Zelin, who was holding his forehead and closing his eyes, raised his eyes. Two farmers were standing in front of him, pointing to the seat opposite him and asking.

Zelin's eyes looked around. The nearby tabletop was full of people. Many people could only stand or sip against the wall and sip the hot wine in the cup. More than a dozen people formed a circle in the middle of the hotel, blocking the water around the table where the Gwent card game was being played. Most of them are farmers here. The snow and cold weather in winter make them do nothing. Apart from communicating with their wives at home, all they have is to spend their time in the tavern.

"Sorry, I'm waiting for my friend, he will be here soon, there are people here."

Hearing Zelin's answer, the two farmers left disappointed.

Zelin wasn't really waiting for someone, but he didn't speak either. There was already someone on this chair.

Maria is sitting opposite him, her behavior is elegant and beautiful, although she is under a bench with a noisy country tavern in the background. But her temperament gives people the feeling of sitting on a soft red velvet cushion chair in an exquisite palace.