The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Gnaiya looked around and shrugged, "I guess no one here wants to provide us with hot water, bear with it, wait a while after we go back, you can take a good hot bath."

Suddenly, Dixcher came over. He was carrying a goblet, but there was nothing in it. The spy chief said that he looked calm, but his eyes betrayed him. He was not so happy, even a little nervous and unhappy. Solution.

"Have you seen Baron Edmund?"

"Why do you think I can see that baron?" Gnaiya sniffed, she looked left and right, and stretched out a finger. Disappeared, how could we see the all-powerful Mr. Baron here? Where is your troll guard?"

"I let Bart go on the deck." Dixcher took a deep breath and tugged at the collar of his tight jacket. "Now this is a business field. It used to take root in Novigrad. After the war, it came here to try to get a share of the city. Only you have nothing to do with this place. You think this Gwent card game What is it for? Except for the old **** to make a sum of money, this will be a secret contest. You have to understand that some things must be won and lost, and some things must never be revealed. There is one The thief who did not know who was hired to steal the captain's room died. No matter who it was, this evidence fell into Edmund's hands. It is estimated that the guy would have to pay a lot of money. It is certain that he will be squeezed to the edge. "

Gnaiya sighed and rubbed her forehead. "I don't care about this, Mr. Dixcher. To be honest, I also want to know what he is doing, and I want to solve it as soon as possible, and then go home and take a good rest. The intrigue here bores me."

"Mr. Dixcher? Ha, maybe we can reach an agreement. You can help me. I can solve the trouble here as soon as possible. You can get what you want, and I can get what I want." Dixcher coughed lightly. "That **** old **** disappeared suddenly. I need to know where he is and what he is planning. This is good for you and me. No matter what he intends to do, he will definitely choose to exclude you first. You are a fighter, can know The enemy's conspiracy is definitely better than a dagger stabbed out of unknown place."

"Hmm..." Gnaiya was not a rigid person, she didn't hesitate for long. "Well, the deal, I'll go find a way to..."

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Suddenly, a person with the appearance of a housekeeper appeared on the high platform on the innermost side of the hall. He keeps a mustache, with a monocle on the bridge of his nose, with his hands behind his back, he speaks loudly to the people in the hall. Seeing everyone's attention was drawn to him, the butler bowed, and then made a please gesture to the curtain behind him.

"I believe you have talked and played against your opponents very well. It is time to put an end to this big bet. My master was not able to meet with you due to some discomfort just now. Now, he wants to express his deepest feelings to you. Apologies."

The curtain opened, and Baron Edmund walked out with his head up.

Dixcher murmured dissatisfiedly. "What the **** is this trick?" But the dragon descendant on the side shook his head slightly.

"No, something is wrong."

"What's the matter?"

"Look at the posture he walked out." It was added that Amelia, Bishop Aries hid his hands in his sleeves, and moved to their side while others were looking at the podium. "When he was on the square yesterday, Edmund's walking posture was a little hunched, his hands drooping on both sides of his stomach, and his body leaned forward slightly when he walked, but look at him, his hands are behind his back, his chest is upright, and his waist is subconscious. Go forward. Do you know anyone who would do this? It was when he was worried that something might fall off his stomach under his clothes."

"...Is this a stand-in?"

"I'm not sure, because from the outside, he is Edmund."

Gnaiya narrowed her eyes slightly. "Mr. Dixcher, you better prepare your troll bodyguard."

"There is a wooden boat on the right side of the ship. I have told Bart that as long as there is any disturbance here, immediately kill the guards near the boat and seize it." The spy chief snorted softly. "I want to see what tricks he plans to do."

Chapter 1212 The Skeleton Under the Mask

"I hope everyone can experience the fun they deserve in this Gwent brand competition, and gain something in this game..."

"Enough, old man, we've already listened to your tirade!"

The leader of the gang below stood up and shook his fist at Baron Edmund on the stage. He yelled to the others in the hall, "No one can take control of the theater area from me. I will put the words here. Who dares to grab my site near the theater square, I will chop off their heads." Hang on the road sign!"

Before Baron Edmund, who was interrupted above, said something, another man with tattoos stood up.

"You're just a greedy coward, Bourne, and a useless coward. Who do you think you can scare?! If it's useless, you should give up the extra territory. You **** takes up too much space. If you don't If you are willing to let it out, I will take it myself!"

"You little boy who just came to Novigrad a few days ago, do you think you can grab something from me with a handful of hands?"

It was like a fuse, someone drew out the sword, and then the sound of the blade unsheathed in the hall immediately remembered. Gnaiya took Amelia to move carefully towards the door, which was a good thing for them. Everyone focused their attention on the people around them, and used tongue and sword for these two and them. Women who are not discussing matters, everyone cares about them, and their appearance is very similar to the behavior they would make when they strayed into a gang site—want to escape.

"You don't want to use the means of hoarding goods to raise the price!"

"And you?! Do you think I don't know what tricks you are doing?"

For a while, the whole hall was like a vegetable market, noisy and noisy. The only quiet person was Edmund standing on the podium. He wore an intriguing smile on his face and slightly touched his horoscope. . The quarrel lasted for a long time, no one is willing to give in, no one is willing to stand up to reconcile, no one is willing to give up the benefits of their own hands, especially when they feel that they have a great advantage. But this has nothing to do with Gnaiya and Amelia.

"We are going to leave, Mr. Dixcher. I'll give you a suggestion to leave as soon as possible." Gnaiya looked around, the noise obscured her voice, and she took out the demon hunter's badge. The badge was shaking slightly in the hand of Dragonborn.

Dixcher asked in surprise. "Demon hunter? You are a demon hunter? Wait, when is there a female demon hunter?"

"There is magic working here, I don't know what it is, but I want to find it out." Gnaiya did not answer Dixcher's question, but continued. "Your troll has got a boat? Then we can go."

The Dragonborn put both hands on Amelia's shoulders, protecting her in front of him.

"It's not that simple, Demon Hunter, look there." Dixcher pointed to the door. Behind that door is the stairs leading to the deck, but at some point, two guards appeared there, and the guards covered it. Black, they stand in the shadows, with black hoods, making people invisible, but their position has just blocked the road, occupying a carefully selected and advantageous strategic position.

Gnaiya adjusted the position of the sword hung around her waist.

"A boring argument, I thought there could be something. They can't stop me. If they want to do something, I will let them know who they are messing with."

The quarrel lasted for a while. It seemed that everyone was tired from arguing. They couldn’t wait for the barely-dressed maid to come over and serve them a drink to moisturize their throats, so many people began to shut their mouths and focused on the host here, too. It was Edmund standing on the podium.

"First of all, I would like to thank you again for your trust and willingness to come to my cruise ship to discuss important things. I know what kind of problems everyone faces. Yes, there are too many people in Novigrad, to be exact. It’s because there are too many winners. This cake is so big, but too many people come to get a share of the pie, so there are too few things in our hands."

Hearing Edmund's words, some veteran businessmen and gang members smiled triumphantly. If they can get the support of the most powerful man in Novigrad today, they will be able to drive out the newcomers. This is exactly why they are willing to come here. Trust? Everyone knows how the people here started, and if it weren't for the distribution of interest in Novigrad, they wouldn't have come to participate in this so-called big gambling game.

"But our young friends should also get their own rights. Novigrad is using its tolerance to attract more and more people to enter here and bring vitality and wealth to the city. If we practice everything People who can bring wealth and value are driven out. Will this city go downhill?"

This remark made the situation not so bright. Others were speculating about what Edmund wanted to do, but they didn't have any doubts for long.

Edmund opened his arms and smiled with a heart-pounding smile. "Since there are too many people, then get rid of everyone so that everyone is fine?"

The air suddenly became quiet.

It seems that everyone is confused by this sentence and doesn’t know what to say. It’s not clear whether this is a joke or a serious one. No one can believe that someone will deal with so many people at the same time, let alone the guards of these people. Get up far more than the guards of this ship.

The next moment, screams and screams broke the calm, the man on the podium seemed to melt, and gradually turned into a pool of unrecognizable viscous liquid. The surrounding guards suddenly began to move their swords and attack anyone around him. Alone. Someone covered his throat and stomach with a purple complexion and fell to the ground. The cup in his hand fell to the ground and rolled out. The guards began to fight back, but then they began to scream at the ground. In the cracks on the wooden floor, swarms of black bugs were crawling out and getting into the boots, collars and cuffs of everyone who could touch them.

"Damn it, go!" Gnaiya took Amelia and ran to the door, Dixcher ran to the other side, opened a long box and took out the long-handled axe hidden inside.

"What the **** is this!"

Long Yi did not respond, the door in front of her was blocked, and a group of insects crawled out of the ground near her, as if someone knocked over the black liquid and spilled it all over the floor. Gnaiya pushed Amelia toward the door, and opened her mouth to face the swarm of insects coming towards her.

"Fu!"

The flames swept the ground in front of them for a moment.

The first thousand two hundred and thirteen chapters: the source of the plague

Dixcher slashed the stomach of an enemy at the door with an axe. Blood splashed on his jacket. There was chaos nearby. He walked over and pulled down the door bolt. "Damn it, the door is locked from the outside!"

"Get out, let me come!" Amelia skipped the corpse lightly, and she didn't know when an extra lock opener appeared in her hand. The light was very dim, but this did not have much effect on Amelia. Bishop Aries fumbled for a while, and then squeezed it violently. The door lock was unlocked, and the torrential rain blown by the wind immediately hit his face. Come.

"Bart, **** it, Bart, come and help!"

Dixcher ran out with his two-handed axe, and shouted his troll guard as he ran. Amelia turned around and saw two guards whose bodies had decomposed staggering towards him. She gritted her teeth and shook her hand. A flying knife was inserted into the eye socket of one of the undead guards. The flying knife pierced the skull, and the impact caused him to fall to the table behind. The metal utensils were smashed and pushed down. To the ground.

The Dragonborn glanced at the constant death in the flames, but there were more insects that kept climbing up. She tightened her lips and took a few steps back. Suddenly, a hook and sickle spear stabbed Gnaiya, the Dragonborn reached out and grabbed the head of the spear, using both hands to use the spear as a lever. The owner of this spear was thrown out and knocked over another table. Kun was scattered. Special brand and sturgeon's grey sauce are buried underneath.

"It's time for us to go, look at these lunatics."

Amelia was calmer than many people twice her age, and the disgusting and maddening sights in front of her did not make her feel uncomfortable at all. When Longyi followed the voice and looked at her, she was sitting on a dead body, pulling out the dagger, and then wiping it on the body's clothes.

"I got it."