Wizard: This witcher is not doing his job

Chapter 231 The extremely unlucky king

"Snapped!"

Henselt, who was tall and bearded, with a bulging belly due to long-term alcoholism, slapped the attendant hard on the face, breathed out the smell of alcohol, and shouted in a irritable voice:

"You losers have betrayed my trust and have simply disgraced the Kingdom of Kaedwen."

"It's been three months. I gave you three months, but you can't find any news about that bastard mercenary."

"That guy is a mercenary. He always has to eat, sleep, and find women. He can't live alone in the wild. He always has to buy supplies and have contact with people."

"Even if it's a pig, we should be able to find clues about him after such a long time."

"You guys are worse than pigs and stupider than inhuman bastards."

The attendant who was slapped was also very aggrieved. First of all, he was not in charge of this matter. He was just a messenger. Secondly, he would report the news about Dante once every other week, and he would change it every time. A good beating would be the king's punching bag.

However, even if he was wronged, this servant did not dare to talk back or defend himself. Ever since the earl, who was a distant relative of the king, was killed by the human mercenary Dante at his banquet, there have been several people in the palace. The servant, for some inexplicable reason, angered King Henselt, and was then thrown into prison by the king on unfounded charges and sentenced to more than ten years in prison.

He didn't want to follow in the footsteps of these unlucky people because he said the wrong thing.

When Henselt saw that the attendant was like a piece of wood and had no reaction even after being slapped, he stepped forward to touch up the kick. However, when there was still no feedback, he suddenly felt bored and stopped doing it. What? He swayed his fat body back to the table, picked up a large glass of strong wine, and drank it in one gulp.

As the strong drink entered his stomach, a hot feeling continued to rise from his stomach, flowed through his throat, and rushed into his brain, making his originally rather irritable mood become muddy. His weak brain became a little blurry because of the alcohol, and his thoughts were empty, as if all his worries had drifted away from him.

Just when Henselt burped, feeling a little unfinished, and preparing to drink a few more sips, the duck-like voice of the palace manager suddenly reached his ears, interrupting his enjoyment.

"Your Majesty, the two warlocks sent by the Warlock Brotherhood have arrived at your palace and are waiting for your reception."

"They will accompany you to go hunting today. Other noble knights are already waiting at the hunting ground, waiting for your arrival."

Henselt, who was originally quite irritable because of being interrupted by the voice, patted his forehead with some surprise when he heard this. Ha, yes, today is the day he and some of the big nobles in the kingdom agreed to hunt together.

The nobles he made an appointment with this time were all supporters of him who, like him, were very disgusted with non-human races and agreed with him to clean up the garbage of non-human races in the kingdom and establish a pure human kingdom. In a sense, he is a staunch royalist.

Therefore, Henselt paid great attention to this hunting celebration to win over the nobles. Otherwise, at this time on weekdays, he would have found a few beautiful prostitutes and played with women while drinking.

However, taking a lesson from the last time the human mercenary Dante entered the banquet, in order to ensure that there were no safety hazards in this hunting celebration, Henselt not only summoned [-] armored knights as guards, except for him In addition to the royal advisor Ciel de Tansavier, as well as the two warlocks sent by the Warlock Brotherhood to capture the mercenary Dante, they will all participate in this hunting celebration.

It would be fine if the human mercenary didn't cause trouble. Once his traces are discovered, he can definitely be caught or killed directly.

Thinking of this, Henselt snorted and shouted to the palace manager:
"Let the servant come and change my clothes. I haven't moved my muscles for a long time. This time I will hunt a winter bear and hang its head on my study."

This season is when bears end hibernation and come out to look for food. They are most active. As long as you are lucky, it is easy to find traces of those winter bears.

With this idea in mind, Henselt quickly arrived at the hunting camp outside the city with a large group of servants, warlocks, and guards in the palace.

Throughout the camp, colorful and gorgeous tents abound, neatly arranged together, with the heraldic flags of various nobles fluttering in the wind, making them look very majestic.

Counting the elite knights arranged by Henselt, and the servants and guards brought by the major nobles, the total number of combatants in the entire camp exceeds 1000, and the number of cavalry exceeds [-], and most of them are elite knights wearing iron armor. , in terms of combat power alone, it is enough to capture a small city.

In the gorgeous king's tent, Henselt sat on the main seat in the center of the tent, with two rows of nobles from major families sitting below him. The three warlocks did not sit with these nobles, but sat alone with the king's tent. In a small tent not far away, they exchanged information in a low voice, while using magic props to listen to the conversation in the king's tent.

As the host, Schier was the first to ask:

"Ms. Vanier, you and Mr. Istrond have already visited the two places where soldiers were massacred. Have you found any special information about the human mercenary Dante?"

The sorceress named Vanier has beautiful brown hair, an above-average appearance, and an elegant temperament. She looks like a scholar. She is a member of the Sorcerer Brotherhood, but she does not serve as a royal advisor in any country. She belongs to The kind of members who have their own research projects and are relatively free.

After listening to Schier's question, the sorceress took out a note. On the first page was a color oil painting, which looked exactly like Wayne's transformed Dante. At the same time, there was a detailed introduction below. It contains a lot of characteristics about Dante's body shape and appearance, including height, weight, skin color, hair color, weapons and equipment used, etc. It is absolutely clear and precise.

She waved her hand, made a copy of the portrait and information, handed it to Sil's hand, and then said:

"We pieced this together from the survivors and some clues from the scene. After many comparisons, there should be no mistakes or omissions about the criminal's appearance."

"Compared with the wanted posters you posted that are full of mistakes, this portrait can better help you catch the criminal."

"Based on the wounds of the deceased, the characteristics of death, and the descriptions of some survivors."

"We can probably confirm that this mercenary named Dante is proficient in invisibility magic. He can also use a large lightning spell and a strange spell to create phantom clones. At the same time, his physical combat ability is also very strong. It is far beyond the scope of ordinary humans, and the equipment on his body is definitely above the level of magic equipment."

"In terms of combat effectiveness alone, I'm afraid it is already equivalent to an elite force of one to more than 500 people."

"To sum up, this is a powerful enemy with both spellcasting ability and physical combat ability. I am afraid it can be compared with the adults in the Supreme Council."

"If we only rely on the power of our two warlocks, it is basically impossible to defeat him head-on. We must rely on the army to encircle and suppress him and create opportunities for us to cast spells."

Having said this, Vanier and Istryd looked at each other, then looked at Sil, and said helplessly:

"To be honest, Sil, this person is difficult to deal with and extremely dangerous. It cannot be solved by warlocks like us who are not good at fighting. The two of us are ready to give up this mission and return to the Brotherhood to ask for support or replace the manpower. .”

"If this person still has magic-blocking gold equipment, ordinary warlocks are no match for him."

Istred also followed suit and said:

"According to our intelligence, most of this mercenary's actions were to rescue the inhuman race. More than 600 Kovind soldiers died in his hands."

"It's hard to imagine that there is no news about such a powerful figure before. We asked old mercenaries who have been in the mercenary world for many years, and they have never heard of this man named Dante. .”

"So, it cannot be ruled out that this is a fake name, or that Dante is not a northern mercenary at all, but a human from other places. Maybe he is not a mercenary, but a spell caster like us. Masters many spells that we don’t know about.”

"Of course there are other possibilities. There are too many possibilities. However, the fact that he specifically carried out destruction in the Kingdom of Kaedwen is definitely not an accident. It is inseparable from the two previous liquidations of the inhuman race. Maybe he was affected by some Hired by members of the inhuman race, specifically to take revenge on the Kingdom of Kaedwen.”

After listening to the analysis of the two fellow warlocks, Sil also frowned. This mercenary named Dante was more troublesome than she thought. If possible, she did not want to be an enemy of such a strong man.

And Henselt, just like his nickname, is a wild boar, and a stupid wild boar. This king will definitely not give up his own ideas. He rarely listens to the advice of royal advisers and always insists on his own way, even if he has been warned. After many times, I still go my own way.

The inhuman races in the kingdom have always been a thorn in his side, and it seems that it is basically impossible to resolve the conflict between the two.

Sil's fingers tapped the gold bracelet on his hand, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, he said:
"Seek support from the organization in advance and tell the members of the Supreme Council that they need to take action on this matter. I will also increase the bounty on Dante and attract more mercenaries to deal with him." "As long as After discovering his whereabouts, I will take action with you and send the cavalry of the Brown Cavalry Battalion to act together. This is an elite light cavalry unit that marches extremely fast and is not afraid of death. As long as they catch the tail , that guy named Dante will definitely not be able to escape."

While the three warlocks were discussing the matter of the human mercenary Dante, Henselt was holding a wine glass, drinking happily and discussing some small details with the nobles who firmly supported his ideas. For example, how to pass some bills to exploit more the property of non-human races.

No one noticed that there was already an uninvited guest wearing an invisibility cloak, standing in the corner of the gorgeous king's tent, listening with interest to these fat-headed nobles discussing how to expel the inhuman race. Residents, occupying their property, or treating them as bandits, how to hang them.

I'm afraid these people would never have thought that the mercenary Dante who appeared in their mouths from time to time was looking at everyone present with a joking look.

After three rounds of drinking, Henselt burped, then pushed away the attendant who came to help him, and shouted to the red-faced nobles below who were all drunk:

"Okay, gentlemen, after drinking wine and eating meat, it's time for everyone to show off their skills."

"In this hunt, the person who can hunt the largest prey will receive a generous reward, with a bonus of three thousand ducats. If he does not have a title yet, I will make him a knight and promote him to a noble."

As Henselt made his promise, cheers erupted throughout the tent.

For those great nobles, a knighthood is nothing, but for those soldiers and warriors, a knighthood is their lifelong goal.

Therefore, all the soldiers present cheered excitedly and shouted the king's name, as if they were willing to sacrifice their lives for the king. Such a popular performance made Henselt quite enjoy it.

He was a rather rude man. Sometimes he would rather stay in the military camp, play prostitutes, boxing, and gamble with the soldiers than stay in the luxurious palace and deal with trivial matters.

For him, only violence, killing and territorial expansion are the careers he pursues.

And just when the king was somewhat complacent, he was ready to take his staunch supporters to the forest to show off his force and have a hearty hunt.

Wayne had quietly moved behind the king, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to activate the lucky curse on the king's back.

Ding!The lucky curse has been released on the target, gaining luck 19, and the target's luck is -20 at this time.

Get lucky 19!

It seems that this king is even more unlucky than the wealthy businessman who turned into a vegetative state last time. Nineteen points of luck were directly sucked away by him, and this time his luck became minus twenty.

I don’t know what kind of misfortune will be caused by the luck of minus twenty.

As the invisible power was sucked into his body, Wayne noticed that Henselt's originally flushed face became a little pale and lost some of its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, this king is only in his 30s. Although he is a little weak due to alcoholism, he will not suffer a stroke due to heart problems like the fat and wealthy businessman.

Henselt didn't notice anything strange about himself. He took out his right foot and walked towards the outside of the tent. However, as soon as he took the step, he suddenly shivered all over, and an uncontrollable urge to urinate came to him, following his crotch. Henselt blushed at the warm feeling inside, but he didn't expect that he actually peed his crotch because of his drunkenness.

Fortunately, it was still early spring and it was located in cold Kaedwen. Everyone wore thick clothes and armor protection. Although the warm feeling flowed down his crotch and reached his trouser legs, it was not obvious from the appearance alone. Can't see anything different.

Henselt remained calm and had just shouted the slogan of departure. If something happened to leave now, it would definitely not be appropriate. He planned to wait until the other nobles dispersed before dealing with the problem of pants.

However, his misfortune had just begun. When the nobles and knights all mounted their horses, His Majesty the King, dragging his slightly wet crotch, climbed onto his horse and sat on his favorite horse.

Who would have expected that this fierce horse, which he had tamed for many years, would suddenly become manic for some unknown reason. He raised his hindquarters and kicked the head of an earl next to him hard, causing a chaos.

Then it neighed, raised its upper body, and threw the noble king on it to the ground.

If a general beside him hadn't realized that something was not going well, he punched the fierce horse on the head with an iron-gloved fist and knocked it to the ground. Maybe its hard horseshoes would have It had already landed hard on the king's chest.

With the help of his attendants, Henselt stood up with lingering fear, pointed at his mount and was about to get angry. A mare on his right who was a little panicked due to the chaos suddenly turned around, turned its butt towards him, and released a Loud flattery, foul-smelling gas mixed with warm horse dung, sprayed the king's face, and even sprayed into his mouth that was opened because he wanted to yell.

vomit! ! !
The alcohol mixed with the stench caused the king to vomit all over the floor. His tight muscles instantly relaxed. Henselt also pulled his pants and farted loudly.

Seeing the normally ferocious King in such embarrassment, some of the nobles present suppressed their smiles and clenched their fists to prevent themselves from laughing out loud. Otherwise, they would definitely suffer from the King's hatred and bring trouble to their families. Disaster.

The owner of the unlucky mare was a baron. He dismounted hastily and knelt on one knee. He kept apologizing to the king and did not dare to look at his monarch and colleagues. He was already able to Imagine that after today, his life will definitely be difficult.

King Henselt is not a magnanimous monarch. Now that his mount has caused the king to lose so much face in front of the great nobles, he may not be able to save his own life in the future, let alone his title.

And just when the attendants took the king back to the tent to clean themselves, take a bath and change clothes, the originally clear sky suddenly began to grow dark clouds, the situation suddenly changed, and some noble knights all frowned.

Before they could complain about the damn weather, a thunder struck straight down from the dark clouds and hit the most gorgeous king's tent in the camp, followed by a second, third, and fourth thunder.

The high-temperature lightning instantly ignited the leather on the tent, and with the help of the wind, the entire tent burst into flames.

Before the noble knights waiting outside could react, Henselt, who was naked and buttocks naked, with a flushed face and a furious face, was carried out of the burning tent by a few personal attendants, leaving him alone. There were water stains all over the ground.

This is something new. In front of thousands of nobles, soldiers and servants, the respected king actually walks the bird in public. What is even more unexpected is that Hensey, who is always so irritable and full of majesty, like a black wild boar, You're such a big man, you actually have such a snow-white butt.

Such a contrast almost made the nobles present laugh out loud.

However, the king's majesty still made them stop their rude thoughts. They could only remember this scene in their hearts forever and wait until they are old to reflect on it slowly.

However, just when everyone thought that today's farce was about to end and that the King would not be so unlucky again.

The whole earth suddenly began to shake violently. Before anyone had time to react, the earth shook, and many cracks began to extend on the ground. A loud booming sound was heard in everyone's ears.

The earthquake is coming, and it’s a big earthquake.

With this awareness, before the soldiers present could react, the knights on horseback were the first to be knocked to the ground by their mounts. A large number of horses neighed and began to run rampant, and the servants ran around crying. , the king's tent that was originally burning was blown up by the strong wind, setting more tents on fire, and the entire hunting camp fell into an extremely chaotic situation in a very short period of time.

At this time, Henselt, who was supported by the servants and ran into another tent, suddenly let out a muffled groan. The tent above him collapsed, and the wooden beam hit his head hard. The king was knocked unconscious in the bathtub.

But in this kind of chaos, the servants forgot about themselves and just ran away to save their lives, leaving their king aside. No one cared about him at all.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that Schier and others arrived, holding up a magic shield and using magic to move the entire tent, King Henselt had already fallen unconscious due to coma and drinking a lot of bath water.

On this day, the originally vigorous hunting celebration of the nobles did not go smoothly. This unknown earthquake caused the entire kingdom to fall into another kind of earthquake.

(End of this chapter)