The Journey of the Demon Hunter

And faster.

Two days in a row is too long. It stands to reason that this kind of thing can be solved by just sleeping and having a dream.

After leaving the fence, the footprints turned a corner and quickly disappeared in front of the stone steps leading to the upper town of Novigrad.

Zelin sighed lightly, walked up the steps, and walked into the upper city of Novigrad in the direction where the dream master disappeared.

The first thousand two hundred chapters of doubt in the upper zone

The difference between the upper city of Novigrad and the lower Biz area is not just the height difference.

Walking up the steps, he felt like he had come to another city. The colorful flower beds on the roadside and the neatly paved slate ground on the ground correspond to each other. On the straight and clean streets, there are armed patrol guards everywhere. Here he can't see any gang members, let alone any thieves. He anesthetic powder dealers, brightly dressed bards and musicians in the square are playing soothing music, brightly dressed men and women walk by in twos and threes, everything looks orderly, and there is no trace of the dirt in the Bitz area. Chaos.

The demon hunter stood on the edge of the steps, looking around. The nearby guards stared at him closely, their eyes seemed to tell him that as long as he had any unusual behavior, or affected the lives of these wealthy citizens, he would immediately rush to arrest him.

If I left the night before, it would have been a day and a half since yesterday morning. There was no trace on the slate ground. There was a three-way road in front of him. The left side led to a barber shop, and there were two roads left. It was difficult for him to judge the direction of the dream master. It would be much more convenient if he could know the client's name.

But he has other ways.

The demon hunter speculated that since the commission must have the dream divination master leave her house, which means that the dream divination cannot complete the divination in her hut, so that it can be ruled out that the client is himself or the relatives who have something to find Ke Lin. Possibility, otherwise the dream master can complete the commission without leaving his home at all.

The dreamer can only trace what happened to a person or a place in the past, and only if one thing is unclear can she go to the scene for dreaming. It must be what happened to that family that she will pass, and it is definitely a very urgent matter, otherwise there is no reason for the dreamer to pass in the middle of the night.

"Hi, welcome, sir, you are the first customer today, please sit down, please sit down, do you need a beard trimming or a haircut."

There was a halfling in the barber shop, and he greeted him enthusiastically when he saw a client coming to his door. He jumped on the tiptoe behind the barber chair and made a please gesture to Zelin.

Zelin glanced at the mirror on the opposite side of the barber chair, "Shave your beard and cut your hair slightly shorter."

"No problem, no problem, please sit down, sir."

The halfling slapped the seat twice and gestured to Zelin again. "Sir, you must have come to the upper town of Novigrad for the first time? I have lived here for a long time and have not seen you."

"Yes, actually, I'm inspecting houses everywhere. Do you know that someone has sold houses in Upper Town recently? Or is there any news worthy of note? About houses, antiques, or, uh...it’s such things. I’m right here I don’t know much about what happened in the past."

The demon hunter leaned his head back and leaned back in the chair, letting the barber put the foam on his chin. He really looked like someone who was just planning to buy a real estate, chatting with the barber. Generally speaking, there are few barber shops and fewer barbers. Generally speaking, a barber in a place must know a lot of local people, let alone a relatively closed place like Shangcheng.

"House? Do you want to buy a place here? Oh, then I have to give you a suggestion. Don't buy the houses on the south side near the San Gregory Bridge. Recently, many people there want to sell their houses. , Because the bridge has been occupied by vendors, and Chapei is unwilling to clear the road."

The barber gently used scissors to care for the ends of the demon hunter's hair.

"You don't look like a businessman."

"It's just that you made enough money by taking risks outside." Zelin thought about the vicinity of the Saint Gregory Bridge, and shook his head in his heart. It can't be there, unless he can't find other clues. "Any other things? I don't want to buy a house and end up being haunted."

"Of course, of course." The halfling snorted. "But there has never been a haunted thing in this city."

"Yes, if you ask the dream master to determine if it is haunted, you will have to spend a lot of money. If it is really haunted, you will have to ask a warlock or a demon hunter, and you will have to spend a lot of money." Zelin didn't move. The sensual change of topic. "Or you can't live after you buy it, you can just throw it there and wait for the dust to fill the house."

"Yes, that's it. In the north, near the cliff, all three big houses are unoccupied. But if you plan to buy a house in a crowded place, near the Flowerbed Square in Passiflora. With the most people, it is also the busiest place in Shangcheng."

"Oh? I thought everything in Upper Town was very lively."

"Who knows? It may be that it is too deserted and no one wants to stay there. Oh, yes, I remember one of them is going to be resold, I don’t know if it’s sold out, you can go there and take a look. , I heard it’s cheap. Sir, I’m going to shave my beard."

Talkative people can always reveal a lot of information without knowing it. Maybe this is just a small thing that is mentioned in ordinary small talk, but in the eyes of some people, this is all valuable information. Even if it is a non-talkative person, the demon hunter can also get the information he wants through questioning. He has received so many commissions from the demon hunter, and not every employer knows to take the initiative to describe the situation and encounters to him.

Zelin quickly figured out the general situation of the Shangcheng District and locked down a most suspicious place. The area of ​​this city is not large. Almost every villa lives in a family, there may be three or four people. He recalled the distribution map of Shangcheng District in his mind, and marked the difference in population density on it. It would be okay if the dreamer was delayed just because of the commission. It is estimated that she will be able to go home this afternoon, but if there is someone If you want to hide a person, a place with a smaller population is naturally better. Because of this, the probability of a kidnapped person being discovered is very low.

If this is not found, he may have to hire a local gang to help him find someone this afternoon.

In some places, temple guards cannot enter, but thieves can.

Looking at the deserted house, Zelin wiped his chin, and he asked about the smell of absinthe. In front of the house stood a guard with a round pot helmet.

"This is Mr. Lu Wen's home, right?"

The guard immediately reprimanded fiercely, "What Mr. Lu Wen! This is Mr. Edmund's property. No one can approach without his permission. Get out!"

The opening of the first thousand two hundred and one chapters of the big bet

Mr. Edmund's property?

Zelin noticed a little in his heart, but did not show any expression on his face.

"Sorry, I found the wrong place."

"Hurry up!" The hired guard snorted and sipped to the ground.

So Zelin left as if he was looking for the wrong way.

But he wouldn't really just walk away like this. Edmund, this name reminded Zelin of the past. Every family hired guards to guard their villas. This is not surprising, but the suspicion in his heart made him have to find a way to go in and take a look. Why do people's villas need a fully armed guard?

Besides, the way to enter the villa is more than just the main entrance.

Edmund.

If Zelin hadn't been here today and had gone to another place, then he would definitely know who Edmund was.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our new Gwent Solitaire Open. This is a world-class game for all card lovers and elites. I hope we can in this friendly game, Putting aside the prejudices of the past, northerners, empires, elves, dwarves, halflings, respectable gentlemen, hardworking and simple farmers, let us put aside the differences between identities, because this great competition is gathered together."

In the big game, a celebration began on the square of the leader of Novigrad. The host's voice was uploaded from a high platform built in the square. Amelia sighed and complained to the Dragonborn who was still rubbing his sleepy eyes behind.

"I said you should get up early."

"Please, it's only half past eight."

Longyi raised his head and took a sip of the water in the water bag, flushing the little bread left in his mouth. "I only went to bed after three o'clock yesterday."

"Nonsense, you guys didn't stop until four o'clock in the morning. In order to prepare for today's event, I can go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening."

"Ha! You didn't sleep at all."

"Don't say so much, hurry up, we are already late."

Amelia trot to the wall surrounded by guards and took out her invitation ticket. The guards were a little surprised, their teenage years are too young for the contestants here. But she did have a genuine invitation ticket in her hand, and after seeing Gnaiya who followed and took out the invitation letter, the guard immediately showed a relieved expression. Now is the time when the war is over and the wastes are waiting to be revived. Many businessmen have made a lot of money in the reconstruction work, buying land, or contracting villages. Someone on the scene bought a copy for their own guards or the social flowers they came with. Personal invitation.

Later, Gnaya learned that local merchants and contestants in Novigrad could get an invitation letter for only one hundred crowns. But what attracts her attention now is that some people who obviously can't afford the entrance fee also entered the venue and prepared to participate in the competition.

"Let us applaud and welcome the banker, philanthropist, devout believer, the loyal people of the Red Eagles of Ridania, and the sponsor of this competition, Baron Scott Edmund."

A shaved man with a well-groomed mustache came out to applause. He was wearing a delicate yellow jacket with curly hair. He must have undergone special treatment before coming out, which made him look special. Energetic. The leather pants are straight, and the boots are shiny. He raised his hand, accepted the applause of the people, and motioned for everyone to be quiet. People from the main square came to watch. Someone opened the window on the second floor and poked his head out of the window. A child was chasing the ball, but the ball slipped into the crowd. The child was stopped by his mother and told him Don't run over.

Gnaiya looked at Edmund on the stage, and cast her lips slightly, "How did this guy become a baron."

She is also the baron of Xueman in her own world.

The dragonborn’s voice was very small, but a more subtle response came from him, "Because his wealth is enough to buy the title of a baron, there are also legal documents of the fief and a castle."