The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Hearing the sound of the jar full of jam falling to the ground and exploding, Zelin tilted his head to avoid the splashing red liquid.

Not only the demon hunters, but many onlookers on the roadside also dodge, but few succeeded, but they like to watch the excitement more than the clothes stained with expired jam.

At the back of the corner of the alley, there is a two-story wooden house painted pink, and a small group of onlookers has gathered on the street outside the wooden house, about a dozen people. Under the very slanted eaves, on the balcony with two pots of flowers, stood a young blond woman in a frilly nightgown. She raised her plump arms and threw a cracked flowerpot to the ground with all her strength.

"Please, Gloria, I am absolutely whole-hearted about you, please believe me, those are all rumors, rumors!"

A clear man jumped to hide from the flowerpot. His hat was very strange, with a feather stuck in the back. It is said that this is the latest trend. Unfortunately, the demon hunter is increasingly unable to understand people's definition of the trend. Wearing tights, with strange patterns painted on the clothes, with petrified lizard feathers, and the neckline cut into a zigzag pattern, it became popular. It seems to be another ordinary family dispute, and it is not surprising.

"You bastard! Scum! Mixed-blood bastard!"

The tin wine glass slashed in mid-air, making a screaming sound, and hitting it on the road with a bump. Zelin sighed. If it weren't for the "Cornflower" hotel selected by Francesca, which is on the other side of the street, he would really not want to stay here. Thanks to riding on a horse, the crowd was watching. Before Rape's nose touched them, let the way open so that he could pass smoothly. The sound of throwing debris from behind sounded one after another, and the crowd of onlookers laughed one after another. From time to time, people clapped their hands and cheered for the blonde **** the balcony.

This is a nice city.

The hotel was full of beer, sweat, and the smell of roasted bacon. People were clamoring loudly, breaking their wrists, throwing sieves, and playing cards. This time Francesca was not as obvious as it was in the floating port, and Island City is not like a floating port. There are many non-human inhabitants here. It is a large city with 7,000 inhabitants. It is not surprising that one or two elves are in the tavern, not to mention that Francesca is a beautiful female elves. When a person judges good or bad, appearance always accounts for a big factor. For example, the elf in front of you has doe-like eyes, silk-like hair and a pair of slender legs.

"The performance outside is very exciting, and human social behavior is worth studying, no matter how many years it is, it is so interesting."

The female elf continued to drink her favorite fruit wine. This is the largest hotel in Island, and it can provide guests with a room that includes a miniature dining room. Although the scope can only put down a low wooden table, three wooden chairs, four carpets and a bed, the closed door can indeed be effective. Blocking the noise from outside, whether it is people inside do not want to hear outside sounds or do not want people outside to hear what they are talking about, a private room is a good choice.

"It sounds like you have done a lot of research in the past few days." Zelin coughed dryly. The time with the wizard warlock was very interesting, no matter what it was, "what do you think about the outside things."

"I think there must be... um~ it's probably the woman who yearns for a monogamous life, but I noticed that she has many different men's clothes in her hands." Francesca looks like a lazy person. The cat snorted, "Oh, yes, Ayres asked me to help bring you your modified crossbow. You are the first person to ask the cult warlock to bring things for you personally. Maybe you should take yours. Part of the remuneration is deducted as my expenses, such as three hundred fraterns."

"Don't, please, I'm expecting some savings from the employment expenses of the cult. You know, I am a poor man now." Zelin took a sip of the Tamorian rye that he had just taken out of the ice cellar in the basement. "Wait until winter. I don’t think I can receive a single order. I don’t want to exchange my ring for food in the end."

"The poor don't carry hundreds of coins with them."

"The poor don't spend hundreds of coins for a piece of leather armor." The demon hunter pulled on his body and made a rustling noise. The leather armor was refurbished, with a comfortable jacket on it, and more around the shoulders. It is sewn with fresh leather, which is waterproof. "How about this new dress?"

"Your aesthetic is really old-fashioned..." The elf frowned.

"Okay, okay, instead of talking about these, let them play the Gwent card, I got a batch of new cards from the academy, and they won me the upper half of this jacket..." Zelin really didn't want to be here. Arguing with the elves aesthetically, they are very talented in art. The most beautiful city of Novigrad in the northern city was built on the ruins of the elves.

"Your technique of changing the subject is as old-fashioned as aesthetics." The elf stretched his waist and stared at the beautiful curve. The demon hunter suddenly cared why it was not at night now. "Well, let's play and talk."

"You tell me in the message that there is news about the portal. Well, let you go first." Zelin touched these latest cards. In Yanan and Camelot, his library was quite empty, and there were often people After losing many times, he said that the cards of the Demon Hunter were too few and should not continue to play.

"Yes, there are many fun things, we can all play and talk. You should also know that the portal is supposed to be opened soon, but after six months of research, I found some interesting findings." The female warlock frowned "Well~ it's all bad cards."

"I hope it's good news."

"The message is the same as the card in my hand."

"Well, sorry, you played well."

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ps: Well, I accept the opinion, the part of the demon hunter is very boring. As for the plot of the Assassin’s Creed Brotherhood, it will begin soon.

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ps2: The second transaction, recommend "Gentleman Faye's Basic Law of Other Worlds", well, the second time in various senses_(:зゝ∠)_

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine

The existence of portals is inevitable related to the ubiquitous chaotic energy, but the chaotic energy is closely related to the world. Winter, summer, high tide, lunar eclipse, new moon, earthquake, it is these connections that led to the birth of astrologers among the warlocks. Although these scholars who study the sky only exist in the south, they serve the Nilfgaard Empire.

Chaos is also called the original force. It is a scythe that sweeps through the mole’s nest. It is people who have **** under the crescent moon to pain. It is splashed blood and flowing fresh milk. It is a natural magical landscape. , Such as the fantasy caves of the Skellig Islands, or man-made magic, like a palace covered with layers of magic camouflage on Sunnid Island, will be affected accordingly, including the portals of the Mahakam Mountains.

"Actually, have you noticed that this time you came back not on the night of the full moon, but on the third night after the night of the full moon. Summer is on the night of the full moon, and autumn is delayed by half a month, maybe wait until In winter, when the chaotic energy is at its dullest, the period of the portal opening will be extended. I can calculate it backwards according to the relative formula. It may take some time, but it is certain that the period will inevitably become longer."

Zelin raised his head. The position of the sun just now has been replaced by the moon. Bonfires were placed on both sides of the main road to provide sufficient lighting at night. There is no curfew in this city. It is not illegal to go outside at night as long as it is not during the war. Law. After all, people cannot make money without working, and they cannot pay taxes without making money. There are only two kinds of people in the world who are not helpful to the king's inventory. One is the one who can't make money, and the other is the dead.

The crossbow that I asked Ayres to find was lying quietly in the corner, and the silver runner shone through the window with moonlight. The steel revolver allows Zelin to launch thousands of crossbow arrows without worrying about the wear of the revolver, but the exquisite workmanship allows him to understand why the price offered by the old dwarf is so expensive, but it is good value for money.

Demon hunters used to like to buy cheap armor. After all, the prerequisite for fighting monsters is not how expensive armor weapons you have, but that you don’t starve before seeing the monsters. After the cost of the armor was many times more expensive than the armor, he never bought the cheap promotion items of the blacksmith. Only 998 coins can buy armor made by master craftsmen?

"Do you mean, the next time the portal opens, it will be later?"

"Of course not. The portal will open soon. It's still early winter, but I want to wait for you to come back almost at the beginning of February next year. Don't move, the position is reversed, and I'm on it."

The black cat on the window sill suddenly screamed and jumped down in two steps. In addition to human elves, there are cats that are sensitive to chaotic energy.

"Hi! I never knew that magic could do these things"

"Magic is a combination of art and chaos. Magic is indeed a skill and a curse. It is a threat and progress. It all depends on whose hands and what goals it is used for. I can turn the bargaining guy into The statue, you can do something you want to do, whether it’s what I want to do now or see what card you have in hand. "The wizard warlock twitches the tip of his nose. "Let's continue, hurry up."

As always, Zelin rarely refuses friendly requests.

When he raised his head and looked out the window again, the moon was already in the middle of the sky. His sensitive ears allowed him to hear the crackling of the wood when the campfire was burning, but the footsteps of the pedestrians on the street almost disappeared, leaving only the soldiers iron. The sound of boots stepping on the stone road. He heard a deafening snoring outside the left window. Pulling the window, he could hear a man eager for sleep screaming in pain from a window near the left side of the hotel. A bard, or someone with apparently artistic talent is playing the lute, standing on the balcony of an apparently female residence, singing. It is difficult to tell whether the scream is a protest to the grunt or a refutation to the sound of the piano.

Soon, there is no need to think about these.

Laura Doren's death happened just a few years before Zelin was born. It is difficult for him to understand how humans and elves first came into contact in the 8th century. He was orphaned during the Bloody Foca Rebellion, and then taken in by an old demon hunter. He has only seen the slaughter, the uprising, and the destroyed Elven Palace Shayilaved. But now, he somewhat understands.

Francesca was breathing quickly, and it took a long time for her breath to calm down. "Oh...Where did we just say?"

"The portal, it will open very late." Zelin rubbed his forehead. "Gramaya is not for you."

"I think humans are suitable for me." The sorcerer exhaled softly. "Yes, the portal. Its opening and closing cycle will change according to the season. Unfortunately, only I am studying. Wait till winter, Tisha Ya will help me, then I can get more useful information. Wait until tomorrow you will leave, probably the day before the portal opens."

"This also means..."

"This means that you may have to stay in another world for close to two months. I don't know how much it is, but it will not exceed two months."

"Two months" Zelin held his forehead and sighed. "The last time I went to the portal, I almost didn't bring enough food. Now it will take another two months. Do you warlocks can make people eat one bite and they won’t be hungry? Things, two months, am I going to take a cloth bag of salted fish to dry?"

"It's impossible, but I can give you some four-dimensional illusions, not just sensory illusions. The construction of sensory illusions is easier than a shackle. If there are only sensory illusions, we will not be able to enjoy the action of'eating'. Pleasure, because this process is accompanied by movement, posture, conversation and expression, just like I can change to a high... wait, wait, let me finish this."

The elf picked up the blond hair stuck to his forehead. "You know the portal on the Tower of Seagull, it is similar to Mahakam. Once we did a systematic research on that portal, we found that the portal will have The increase in entropy and the changes in Thor Laura eventually made it extremely chaotic and unstable, but Mahakam, we don’t know whether it will gradually collapse or expand.”

"For example?" The demon hunter raised his eyebrows. He couldn't understand most of the female warlock, but he understood one thing---the food was convenient for Francesca and couldn't help.

"Now this door can allow one person to pass safely, and two people can pass through with magical protection. Maybe... it may become more stable, of course, it may eventually degenerate into an unstable portal. So be careful, The Order is worried that someone will follow this door and come with you when you return. Of course, you may also bring people from other worlds back, but the premise of all this is that the portal is more stable, otherwise the extra people will be The chaotic energy shattered."

"Oh, okay, I'll pay attention," Zelin muttered in a low voice. "It's another bunch of meaningless nonsense."

"Yeah~" The female elf stretched her waist. "Let's continue...Hey, you are cheating, I want to be on it!"

Chapter 150—The Great Teacher

Tisya de Vries from Fries sits in an armchair with her back straight, stubbornly trying to adjust the lace cuffs on her left sleeve that is a little different from that on the right, without even noticing the maid’s Standing at the door at a loss, holding a secret letter in his hand, with a look of embarrassment. A servant, a servant lost in the chaotic age, may not be that smart or talented, but the female dean of Eritusa College still hired her, just like the tradition in the ninth century.

"The letter is on the table, the king's is on the other side, and the letters from other warlocks are brought here."

Smooth out the folds of the violet silk dress, trimming the fur of a dormouse. Large robes are easy to wrinkle, and they are not as convenient to organize as tights that are popular now, but it was only popular three hundred years ago. It's a pity that people have completely forgotten the past, just as Tisaya was a child and heard the elves' evaluation of humans when Locke Muine was trained.

Young, short-lived, forgetful.