The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Sitting on the wooden boat full of treasures, the contented Jacqueline suddenly sneezed.

"What's wrong, head?"

Brinchev, who was keeping accounts, asked the leader of the thieves' union.

"It must be that the **** weather is too cold." Jacqueline rubbed the tip of her nose and complained.

Chapter 330 The Returning Song

Hakon is dead, without the leadership of the vampire lord, the remaining vampires can no longer pose a serious threat to Skyrim. Islan will lead the Dawn Guard to continue to work to eliminate vampires in other corners of Skyrim, and the bow of Auriel will be safe in the hands of the demon hunter. The Dawn Guardian not only paid the promised reward, but also received a lot of funds to maintain the operation of the Dawn Guard Castle. Winterhold Academy added two volumes of ancient scrolls to their library, and the group of comrades brought a new copy for Moonvaska. The glory of Serrana, but Serrana's loss was a bit serious. She only inherited an empty castle from Hakon.

As for the whereabouts of those belongings.

"Footprints are still fresh." The footprints indicated that at least five people had come to steal. The obvious drag traces extended to the shore of the island. Zelin also saw a stunned sharp-eyed eagle nearby, and the latter showed it. After he got his identity, he hurriedly left. Obviously, his valuable things were stolen easily, including the report that may exist. "It was definitely not made by the person who attacked the castle. I don't remember a ship docking here. ."

Zelin couldn't think of a second organization that could steal property from the castle during the decisive battle with the Dawn Guardian and the vampire.

"I think it must be a member of the Thieves Union."

"The followers of Nocturnal..." Serana shrugged. "Well, I've seen things about studying Nightingale. If they still follow the rules of the past, I hope they can keep a part of it." Said, but Serana didn't seem to believe it herself.

It seems that she has given up on the thieves' union to pursue the lost property. Naturally, she can no longer take out anything as a thank you "I'm so sorry, I..."

"Okay, Serana, don't say sorry to me anymore, you have done nothing wrong." Zelin stretched out his index finger and made a silent gesture. Although the surprise was lost, it didn't affect anything. In fact, the demon hunter didn't lose. "What are you going to do next?"

"I may talk more with the Dawn Guardians. I think they must realize how important a vampire friend is to them. If I'm not here, who should Solina learn about the dwarves? Experience tells me that it’s not so difficult to live like a human, and..." Serana raised her eyebrows. The opportunity to visit the college, academic exchanges about magic, really interesting name, she is a good person, that is... she feels so cold to me. And..." She bit her lower lip "If you are alone next If it feels difficult to take an adventure, just come to me, I don’t mind leaving home temporarily to help you. Oh, yes, where are you going next?"??

"I should go to Solitary City first." During this time, Selana had a general understanding of what is going on in Skyrim, and there is no need to explain the city's geographic location and current situation to her after the demon hunter says the name of the city. Status. Zelin hasn't forgotten that the sharp-eyed eagle promised him to solve the vampire's reward for ensuring the safety of the Solitary City, enchanting armor, which is very valuable for research, if Francesca can get inspiration from it, the warlocks are weird but very useful The magic enchants the armor, which is very valuable to any demon hunter.

It's a pity that if it is not time rush, he really wants to visit Jacqueline. If the directional navigation of the Sorceress can really be successful, maybe he can consider directional navigation to return to the world he has been to after the road is buried by heavy snow in winter. "After leaving Solitary City, I will go to the Winter Fort, and then... I don’t know anymore."

Serrana lowered her eyes. "Mother knows more about humans than I do, so I asked her something about humans. She told me that when we parted, we should..." She opened her arms and turned her head slightly to hug. . It's strange, there has never been such a way among vampires."

Zelin smiled and hugged Miss Vampire who was trying to hide her nervousness. "I won't forget you, Serana. I hope we will meet again in the future."

"Oh... of course." Selana's body suddenly stiffened, and then slowly relaxed, her bewildered hands cautiously embraced Zelin from behind, as if she was worried that she would do something wrong. Her body temperature is much colder than ordinary people. This is the first feeling Selana’s body gives the demon hunter. Maybe this is the characteristic of a vampire. "...We will definitely meet again, but don’t miss me again in the middle of the road. But you are always welcome here."

After bidding farewell to Serana, Zelin went to Havengar in a small boat.

The weather is rarely clear, and you can see the towering foothills on the opposite bank and the sparse coniferous forests on the shore from a long distance away. The light of the Dugu City lighthouse guides ships on the sea in the direction of docking all day long. Before the roads of Rift Valley City were opened, Dugu City Wharf was the only transportation channel for the empire to the sky, although the increasingly active pirates stranded the northern coast of Skyrim. There are many destroyed ships, but as the largest and largest terminal in Skyrim Province, the seaborne trade in Dugu City continues to thrive.

Zelin didn't know how Virginia saw it, maybe it was a different supernatural power, or it could be a researcher's intuition. However, the mage girl did not choose to ask questions, but left him enough time to go back to the winter fort and wait for Zelin's answer. In this case, what reason does he have to leave without saying a word.

Sitting on the boat, letting the current hold the canoe floating and gradually deviate from the direction of the harbor. Zelin did not intend to go ashore near the port, and the massive action of the Dawn Guard only took a day to spread throughout the Hafingar. Although the Dawn Guards, the comrades in arms and the academy mages left the camp after the rewards were divided, Zelin was certain that by the next day, there would be many solitary urbanites around the pier near the camp site. Then, in only half a month, Zelin can inquire about all kinds of story versions from any city in Skyrim Province.

There is a vampire castle near Solitary City. This news will make many people feel terrified, but if the vampire in the castle has been wiped out, curiosity will quickly squeeze out the fear and gain the upper hand.

If you float to the dock in a wooden boat at this time, it will definitely cause a lot of unnecessary troubles, and Zelin doesn't like unnecessary troubles.

The sound of the slap of the waves filled the ears of the demon hunter, and he held the lens that could communicate with Francesca. Whether to explain the existence of the portal to Virginia is not a decision he can make alone, although he believes that if he asks for confidentiality, the wizard girl will not disclose this matter. But on professional issues, he should listen to the opinions of professionals, just as he has been admonishing others.

It's just, how should he contact the warlock proactively? The elf said last time that a communication almost required an archmage to use his best. How can a demon hunter control the chaotic energy more than the archmage?

But at this moment, the special telescope in his hand that caused him no small troubles shook itself again. The energetic voice of the elven warlock reached the ears of the demon hunter before the image appeared.

"Where is you guy? I thought you would greet me near the portal. The **** climate here is so cold."

PS: Today’s things are unexpected...so the remaining two thousand words will be added tomorrow

Chapter 331 A new page

The cruelest profession in the world is nothing more than a writer.

Books cannot be sold and there will be no fixed wages. If no one is optimistic about the script, there will be no fame. If you don’t write for a day, there will be no progress in a day, which means that there is no income in a day. In the evening, I have to take time to write something. When it is finished, the commissioner of the theater urges the manuscript. Back pain, shoulder pain, and eye pain.

My heart is so tired...

Ess Davan felt deeply about this. She rubbed her astringent eyes and aching shoulders, and the candles on the tabletop gradually burning out seemed to remind her how long time had passed. The wind in the valley was howling, flapping the shutters of the castle. The wind caught in the wind slightly dissipated the scorching heat. Seeing the moon that had crossed most of the sky outside the window, Ess was relieved, put down the pen, lifted the hem of the plain dress, and walked out of the room, seemingly afraid of being alarmed. What happened. Eidolon? Or a bat hanging upside down under the blinds?

But no one will bother her here. For the rumored castle of the demon hunter, people can only have two emotions-curiosity and fear. Aisi belongs to the former, but most people only have the latter.

The good news is that Mrs. Irena of the Novigrad Theater has shown a lot of interest in these unusual and unpopular materials. This good lady is willing to let her scripts and poems be performed in the theater.

Although it was the castle of a demon hunter, in the past half a year, she had come to the castle intermittently for more than ten days to collect materials, and Ess had never seen the owner of the castle again. I often see a beautiful elf warlock coming to the castle, just like the rumors said, the magic hunter, the warlock, the old castle, the hidden mountains. People sometimes see wandering demon hunters in the wild, but where do they come from, where they are trained, or where they will go back when they complete the task, it's like a cloud of fog .

Some people say that they made a deal with demons. Others say that the demon hunters are just monsters made by warlocks for their own ulterior ambitions, but Ess did not see a howling demon spirit in the castle, let alone a sensational one. In the laboratory, what she wrote may not satisfy some people's psychology, but it will certainly satisfy many people's curiosity.

At least Mrs. Yisanna told her that the audience was more than expected. Before the start of the Summer Bard Competition in Island, Ais had enough time to write excellent scripts and short stories.

But it is a pity that Ai Si has not seen the training of demon hunters, their amazing swordsmanship and dangerous trials. In fact, she thought that there would be many demon hunters in this castle, but in fact she had only seen four demon hunters so far. Apart from the owner, Zelin, there is also a hunter named Eskell who came to the castle before May Festival, and left after finding that there was no one he wanted to find. There is also a demon hunter named Geralt. Sometimes he will borrow the horse named Grey Cloud. He seems to be accepting the entrustment of the river transport trading company's **** to return to the floating port and Novigrad.

Of course, there are some places in the castle that Ess has never been to, such as the basement of the castle, where the door has been tightly closed. But this only seemed normal. Demon hunters would definitely have secrets that they wouldn't want ordinary people to know.

"Good evening, Miss Doll."

Standing by the vertical cabinet, Ai Si greeted the lifelike doll. When the female student from Osenfurt visited the castle for the first time at night, she was almost frightened by the doll standing on the corner. She is so lifelike, if you don't pay attention to the knuckles, it is difficult to think of her as a doll instead of a living human being.

Faced with Ai Si's greeting, Miss Doll stood still and said nothing. Of course the female student knew what was going on. The female warlock had a way to make the puppet move around and do simple things, but as long as she was not there, the puppet lady would stay where she is.

Magical magic, what an incredible thing. But considering that this is the castle of a demon hunter, this surprising thing from ear to ear outside seems natural.

The courtyard of the castle is not big, but Aisi likes to walk around the courtyard or the outer wall at night. The cold and quiet night can always bring her a lot of inspiration. Dark, blade-like hunters, monsters in the shadows, and under the silent night sky with no one, playing her beloved lute in a low voice, which is exactly what Ess likes Place.

The wolf howling in the distance and the demon bird passing by in the sky, this is a newly built house, at least she hadn't seen it the last time she came here. The back of the house is close to the rock on the side of the castle. It is not so much a house, as it is a warehouse barely built to look like a house. Two cats were lying outside the door of the courtyard, their blue eyes looked very lazy and lethargic. This is the pet of the Sorceress, and Ai Si will not be fooled by their cute appearance. She has seen how these two cats accidentally knocked an evil spirit out of the castle and broke their stomachs.

In this peculiar place, both cats can beat humans.

For Francesca, Ess knew her. At first, she only saw her portrait from the Gwent card. To be honest, that portrait was really not beautiful, but after seeing Francesca herself, the woman The students can understand why the portrait is so different from himself---elves don't have the habit of sitting in place and letting the painter paint the portrait. Not only her, Ada Emin is also far from the image on the Gwent card.

The Sorceress and the Blue Mountain Elf Ada Emin have been busy in this warehouse for some time. Aisi did not ask too much about the warehouse, but for some reason, it seems that the Sorceress hasn't appeared in a few days. And there is no one else in the castle, no one cares if she pushes the door, and then glances at the warehouse to see if there is a problem.

After all, the sorcerer only told her not to go outside the castle at night, not to touch the things on the second floor casually, and not to enter the basement. It seemed that she had never mentioned it.

Accompanied by a creak, the wooden door with a little oak smell was pushed open. Inside the warehouse, there are many weird instruments, small iron tripods, peculiar iron rings, and valuable emeralds and crystals. Some strange runes remained on the ground, like words, written several lines on the ground. This is like ancient Luen text, but it seems a little different. It is certain that someone has done magic rituals here, and Ess does not understand magic, but this does not prevent her from seeing that there must have been mysterious rituals here.

The female students circled the warehouse, and apart from some magical equipment and an arch that stood on the stone wall, there was nothing unusual in it.

In the end, Aisi frowned slightly, shook her head, wrote down what was inside, and turned around and walked out of the warehouse. As before, the long plain skirt was blowing in the night breeze, and the bard lightly played the lute in his hand.

What a beautiful piano sound.

Listening to the beautiful melody in his ear, Zelin, who was sitting in the Solitary City Tavern, took a sip of Nord's honey, looked at the bard Lisette in the snow squirrel who almost exposed half of his chest, and sighed.

"You don't look good, buddy."

"There will always be something upsetting in life."

It’s the same person, the sharp-eyed eagle also honestly placed his eyes where they should be, such as between Lisette’s short fur skirt and high leather boots. "Your reward I will put in the box on the second floor. Yes, you did a good job. I once again ask you to join the Imperial Legion. It took you two months to solve the vampires. Maybe you can consider spending another half a year to completely solve the rebels who claim to be the storm cloak."