The Divine Hunter

  Chapter 100 Unraveling the Commission

  In the brightly lit alchemy room, a quarter-elf boy with black hair is checking the alchemy items on the table.

  "Dancing stars...two," the young man weighed a green glass jar in each of his left and right hands, threw it into the air, and then dropped, his hands were tightened and stretched, and the earth jar disappeared strangely.

   His eyes turned to a small blue can wrapped in yellow rubber bands.

  "The anti-magic metal bomb...there is not enough magic gold, so there is only one..."

  Point your finger, and the half-fist-sized transparent glass jar disappears.

  "Dragon Dream Two..."

  "Two swallows..."

  "Five paralytic poisons, five calendula potions..." A row of crystal-clear potions and a row of pale yellow potions passed over the well-proportioned and powerful palms.

"Everything is complete." Roy looked at the big man meditating in front of the alchemy platform, with a relieved smile on his face. For a whole week, he and the demon hunter were alchemy day and night, finally completing the vacant alchemy items. .

  During this time, they retrieved customized crossbow arrows and maintenance weapons from the smithy, and a complete set of leather armor from the clothing store, which was simpler than he thought.

  Next, we should prepare for the trial of green grass...

"Okay, kid, there's nothing to do with you down there." The witcher finished his meditation, his rocky cheeks flashed solemnly, "I have to stay in the alchemy room for three days and concentrate on processing the ingredients for the herb decoction. Live, don't bother me."

   "As for you... take advantage of this time to go shopping around Elland."

  Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and if he continues, maybe he is really going to be driven mad, and he can’t stop his curiosity about the herb decoction, “Actually, the chores can be left to me.”

   "You can't intervene with your alchemy level..." The demon hunter resolutely refused, "The herb decoction is of great importance. Every step must not make mistakes, otherwise it will become an absolutely deadly poison."

  Roy became more anxious after hearing this, "Why do you have to go to the temple to swallow it?"

"Boy, you made a mistake..." the demon hunter said gravely, "Once the herb decoction is boiled, it must be taken and injected immediately. In the next few days, I will only refine the herbal medicine. It’s not time to cook."

"The reason why I put this step in the Temple of the Goddess Meritelli," explained the demon hunter, "because the high priest Nannik over there has a top-notch greenhouse pharmacy, which cultivates several herbs necessary for the decoction of grasses. Except for this. In addition, there are all kinds of perfect alchemy equipment there, and the warlock who assists you in your trial should also ask her."

   "What if she disagrees?"

  "She owes me favor...I have other bargaining chips." The Demon Hunter said confidently, "She will agree."

   "Okay, now you take your 5th prodrug and you can go out. Come back in three days."

  ……

  The fourteen-year-old boy wore a black leather armor and walked out of the crude alchemy room with sweat and energy.

It’s early in the morning, the sun is warm, and people come and go on the streets of Airland. Compared with the residents of rural villages and small cities, the residents here are more fashionable, no longer monotonous gray and black, full of them. With bright colors, the body is uniquely decorated with hats, necklaces, rings, belts, hair bands and other small accessories.

  This is a city full of life.

  Roy took a deep breath, stretched out with a bright smile, and felt alive again. If he used to go straight to the tavern for the Quint addiction, but now he has a more urgent impulse. After finally getting rid of the limitations of the Demon Hunter, it is natural to try to complete the commission independently.

  On the spacious and tidy street, the teenager did not take a few steps, and suddenly a woman with heavy makeup and enchanting figure hooked him, with an ambiguous smile on her pretty face, and her shawl dangling her shoulders.

  Roy stared at the woman twice, then quickly turned away, speeding up his pace and leaving.

In this world, maidens will braid their hair, married women will cover their hair with millinery or turbans, women of noble birth will curl their hair into various styles, and female warriors will cut their hair short. Only Druids Only with the sorcerer and-the prostitute-will they keep their hairstyles natural to emphasize their independence and freedom.

  The woman on the street is obviously the last.

  Roy does not want to develop a bad habit, resolutely hold it.

  ……

  In the middle of the city, in front of a bulletin board covered with cobwebs and dust.

  The originally smug teenager, staring at the scattered and wrinkled commissions, his face collapsed.

   "What's the matter with... Um... Looking for the lost cat?" He shook his head disgustingly, "I'm not a firefighter, so I don't have that patience."

   "Suspect a third party, find out the evidence of her husband's affair?" The young man vomited, "Why don't you give a tooth for a tooth and raise a little white face for a ‘love affair’?"

  "Take care of the paralyzed aunt? I'm sorry I didn't master the skills of nanny..."

   "Hmm..." Turning his eyes to the lower right corner, he locked the last brand new commission, Roy's face finally got a little more solemn, "Missing son?"

  He spread out the whole notice on the bulletin board, read it carefully,

   "Look here! I am in a hurry, please!

  Bounty hunter, demon hunter, no matter who you are, Old Huck has a job worth 150 crowns for you—"

"My dearest son, Basher, who is 18 years old, disappeared from the world after he went fishing in a river in the suburbs... If anyone wants to help me find it, he can come to the bakery east of Airland to talk... …I hope you are a senior person, don’t bother liars!"

  Outskirts, fishing, missing.

  Roy rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment. The scope of this commission seems to be a bit large. It may not necessarily be a monster... but it is the most reliable commission currently.

  Then go check it out!

  ……

  In the amazingly hot bakery, the fifty-two-year-old Huck is putting the final fermented and shaped dough into a huge oval arched oven one by one.

  The code is neat and tidy.

  Old Huck has operated a bakery in Airland for more than 20 years, and at least one-third of the locals have visited his shop. In the past, every time he puts dough in the oven, it was his happiest time. It was like watching his child go from green to mature, with perfect taste and taste, and that thin and dry face. Every bead of sweat will laugh.

  But in the past few days, his face is so gloomy that he seems to be dripping water. No matter how cute the bread is, how can it be better than a loved one?

  Thinking of the missing son,

  His thin body began to tremble uncontrollably, his nose was sour and his eyes were red, and he couldn't help crying. Old Huck knew very well in his heart that there were usually only two missing persons who ended up in Elland, either becoming corpses or incomplete corpses.

   Less than one out of ten can survive.

  "Search in the afternoon and evening!"

  "Excuse me, are you Huck, the owner of the bakery?" The sudden question behind him awakened him from the painful conjecture.

  Old Huck was shocked and took off his dusty gloves, "Yes, but the kitchen is not where you should be. I want to buy bread and go to the front hall to talk."

"Old Huck's bakery is reasonably priced, and 20 copper coins are enough for you to have a full meal. It is childish, not mixed with sawdust, alum, clay and other messy things, pure bread," he subconsciously said to deal with the new The customer said, "You can also bring some flour, rye, barley, oatmeal flour can be ground, I will keep some of it, and most of it will be made into bread for you."

"Sorry, I'm not a customer buying bread." The young man noticed the other's bloodshot eyes and thin white clothes, and smiled gently, "Boss Huck, my name is Roy, a demon hunter. I noticed the commission you posted in the middle of the city, and I came here to ask about the specific situation and solve your problems for you."

  The man's face stagnated when he heard the words, and he looked up and down the boy again: he was wearing that kind of stitched black leather jumpsuit and knee-length boots, and his workmanship was slightly rough.

   Carefully combed short black hair, tall nose bridge, deep black eyes, a little handsome but not incomprehensible to people. He is tall and well-proportioned, his muscles are strong and he regularly exercises, and his height is about 5.6 meters (1.7 meters). But the smooth skin, the smooth chin and the childishness in the facial features still reveal his true age, no one looks more than fifteen years old!

  He waved his hand impatiently, “Little brother, don’t joke with me! I’m looking for experienced demon hunters and bounty hunters. It’s not a kid who doesn’t have all the fur...”

   "And now no apprentices are accepted, and no one needs to help catch mice."

"boom!"

"boom!"

  Two loud sounds in succession, the wooden square table originally used for kneading the dough has two more weapons, an exquisite hand crossbow and a steel sword that flickers with cold light.

  Old Huck was taken aback, hurriedly backed out two steps, and picked up the rolling pin next to him.

"Relax, if I came to robbery, you are now lying flat like bread. Tell you one fact." Roy was satisfied with the performance of the other party and said nonsense, "Because of the blood of the elves, so I look I'm relatively young, in fact I've grown up a long time ago, and I've dealt with some tricky commissions."

  As he said, he took out the tip of his ears under his hair and showed it for a second. As soon as Old Huck turned his eyes, he closed it back and said seriously,

"Your son's disappearance is strange, right? So you need an experienced demon hunter. And the sooner you find him, the greater the probability of survival. Do you want to give up this opportunity? Waiting for another demon hunter, maybe not a month Xiner."

  Lao Ha's lips moved, and the Demon Hunter spoke of his heart, and now he has to race against time.

   "I'm not here to ask you for an advance payment. Tell me more specific information." The young man raised his chest, his eyes full of confidence, and took a step closer to him, "I can't help you find Baschel, I won't take any money!"

  The wrinkled complexion of the bakery owner finally relaxed, and it’s all about it, so why not tell the other party? Anyway, I didn't have a loss, and there was one more free helper.

  Old Huck took a deep breath, led him to the front hall of the bakery, took off the white soft hat from his head, exposed a weed-like withered and messy yellow hair, and sat comfortably on the chair.

   "Brother Roy, would you like some bread? It's freshly baked and it's still warm."

   "I have eaten, let's stop talking nonsense!" The young man put his hands around his chest, his face was stern, and he tried to make himself look more majestic.

   "Why do your eyes differ from other witch hunters? You don't always say ‘eyes of the beast’, but you look the same as us?"

   "Because I have the blood of elves... I bet that all the demon hunters you have seen before are transformed from humans." The young man stared at him brightly, his words full of power, "Go straight to the point!"

"Okay, then I'll just say it." Old Huck wiped his forehead and cheeks with a sweat towel, temporarily dispelling the doubts in his heart, and slowly said, "The missing person is called Bashir, my son, who was just eighteen this year. age……"

   “It’s not necessary to say anything on the order... when and where did you disappear?”

"The day before yesterday, on December 27th, at about one o'clock, Baschel took a fishing rod to fish in the Wigan River outside the South Gate of Illland... It's an old place. He has to go there every two weeks. Sitting on the rock for a long time is his only hobby!"

  "My poor child is unmarried, and he still lives with me, and there is no other place to go." Old Huck's tone became low, and he lamented, "In the past, he would be home before seven o'clock in the evening."

"But he didn't go home at nine o'clock that night," Huck couldn't help but squeezed his fist against the arm of the chair, a trace of panic flashed on his dry cheeks, "I knew something must be wrong! Al Rand will have a curfew at nine!"

  "It's also possible to go to a friend's house to stay overnight." Roy guessed, "Isn't it normal for an adult to spend the night outside at eighteen years old?"

"I asked all his friends, no one saw him!" Huck said worriedly. "I even spent a lot of money and went to all the guards on duty that day to inquire one by one. The child was indeed out of the city at about one in the afternoon. Door, but never returned to the city!"

   "Illland has a large number of people coming and going, the guard may not have noticed..."

"No, no!" Huck emphasized, "I have conclusive evidence... I found his fishing rod by the river with a red cloth strip tied to it. It was his favorite after ten years of use. The root'Emti' is correct."

   "But there are only things, but no people are visible!"

  "Except for'Emty'..." Roy asked, "Didn't find any other clues by the river? Blood stains, cloth strips, carry-on items?"

   "Yesterday, I found a few old guys and went outside the city for a whole day. There was no other clue," Huck looked anxious, "That's why I put up a commission and turned to professionals for help."

   "Roy, have you ever encountered this situation?" The old father was anxious. He was originally called the master of the other party, but his too young face made him unable to scream, "Do you think my child is still alive?"

   "The current lack of information is serious, and it is impossible to make accurate judgments." The boy remained silent, and continued to ask, "What did the White Rose Knights say? The security of Elland should be managed by them, too."

   "Huh!" Huck sipped disdainfully. "The Knights are ordered by King Foltest, and their main responsibility is to protect Prince Sheward and his family. Where can I take care of the citizens?"

"They asked me to wait until the security issues in the city were dealt with... and then go outside the city to help me find someone." The bakery owner complained, "I really have to wait until then,'The bread is moldy'! I am sorry. The Bashir of the United States will fall into the same fate as most of the missing, and the corpse will be found by some unlucky ghost..."

  Old Huck's facial muscles squirmed, and when he thought of the possibility, he felt that life is better than death.

   "Well, aren't the nobles all this faction?" Roy thought of Thales, who was unreasonable, and felt the same. Knocked the armrest of the chair with the index and middle fingers, "Have Basher forged a deep hatred with anyone?"

"Impossible!" Huck said flatly, "This kid spends most of the time with me as an apprentice in the bakery...Cleaning up, carrying flour, catching mice, never complaining, this kind of honest temper can provoke me. To whom? If he has an enemy, I must be clear!"

   "Even if there is something I don't know, it won't hurt him like this!"

   "Then assume that he had an accident by the river," Roy stood up, wrapped his crossbow and steel sword behind his back, "Let's take a trip and see where he disappeared!"

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  (End of this chapter)