The Divine Hunter Chapter 5: 1 wave is not over yet
The gentle breeze blew, and the rapeseed flowers and corns in the golden fields rolled and undulated. Not far behind, a small village stood.
Five or six farmers wearing straw hats were wielding hoes in the fields. The sun illuminated large healthy blushes on their faces, and glistening beads of sweat slid down the sides of their faces.
In the fence, hundreds of gray-black wood-and-stone bungalows line both sides of the muddy streets. Barns covered with hay are dotted on the edge of the village. Cuckling chickens, croaking ducks, and barking dogs walk willfully on the main roads. Have fun on the road.
A rural picture full of life slowly unfolds.
The demon hunters stopped and observed for a long time, and finally decided that Roy and Aiden would approach the village, while the rest of the gang stayed outside and waited for opportunities. After all, five or six heavily armed strong mutants flooding into the village at the same time would definitely cause unnecessary trouble. of vigilance.
The two walked along the path in the center of the gray stone wall. Soon, when they passed an oak tree with a huge canopy on the roadside, they inadvertently raised their heads and their eyes suddenly became focused.
What the hell!
A white skeleton in ragged clothes hangs in the dense shade of the trees. A wooden sign is tied to his chest, which reads "The consequences of colluding with Nilfgaard" in the common northern script...
When the wind blows, the branches, leaves and bones sway, and a slight permeating sound echoes in the hollow eyes, as if telling the pain and unwillingness before death.
Roy sighed in his mind about the confrontation between the north and the south, stepped over several piles of livestock dung that could be seen everywhere, and entered the entrance of the village.
The farmers in the field and the children leaning on the fence looked over. One of them, a little boy wearing red pants, screamed and ran away. The white-haired elder who was lying on a wicker chair in the yard basking in the sun heard the movement and screamed. Crutch led a dozen village leaders to rush around.
"Who are you? Why did you come to Kent Village?" The village chief's turbid eyes were fixed on the swords behind the two demon hunters, his brows were deeply furrowed in thought, and his eyes were as dark and heavy as frogs. There was a faint hint of strange expectation on the protruding but wrinkled old face.
Roy showed the Snake Sect emblem on his chest generously, "We are demon hunters. Mr. Village Chief, everyone, there is no need to be nervous. We are neither selling goods nor asking for free food and drink, nor are we asking for free food or drinks. We will inform Nilfgaard, that's all we want."
"A demon hunter?" The village chief interrupted Roy with a trembling goatee on his chin. The wrinkles on his old face stretched out like chrysanthemums. He excitedly held his hand, "Killed the Vizima vampire bird and Scoia'tael lunatic from Novigrad, professionals in exterminating all kinds of pests and monsters all over the world?!"
"Village Elder, our family needs a demon hunter!" A thin man interrupted, "There is a flying dragon beast that secretly drinks the milk of our cow every night, and the cowhide is swollen!"
More villagers started clamoring, and a fat woman put her hands on her hips and complained with her eyes wide open,
"There is a silverback turtle in the Chote River who keeps stealing my things while I am doing laundry!"
"The miller at the east end of the village likes to mix acorn powder into flour. Can the witcher teach that bad old man what integrity is?! I'll give you an Oren!"
"Old hag Anan flies across the sky on a broomstick every night, making me sleepless all night long!"
"Ahem...quiet! Let me say first, over there on the grave mound grassland"
The village chief waved his cane and roared feebly at the top of his voice, but he was unable to control the enthusiasm of the villagers at all, and his own voice was suppressed.
"Everyone, listen to me!" Roy frowned. In the past, he would have been interested in listening to these people talking about non-existent monsters, but not today!
As soon as he thought, a rich blood light flashed around the long and straight body under the gray cloak, and there were a few tentacles swimming faintly in the shadow under his feet.
The temperature dropped strangely.
A suffocating sense of oppression permeated the air.
This group of noisy country folk immediately trembled and shut up like ducks being strangled by the neck.
Aiden took the opportunity to stand on the wooden stake at the entrance of the village and raised his voice solemnly to ensure that the whole village could hear the next words,
"I'm sorry, the witcher business has been booming recently. Our work has been scheduled until next month, and we really don't have time to take on more!"
"On the contrary, we are here to give you an opportunity to make money. We are tracking a person. He landed on the bank of Qiaote River this morning, but disappeared for no reason at the exit of the birch forest. Who can provide clues to help us find him? There is a generous reward!"
Aiden took out a roll of paper from his arms, stretched it out in front of his chest, and turned it left and right to show it to everyone.
On the paper was drawn a man with a bald head, amber vertical pupils, a scar on the left side of his face, and a gloomy expression.
Depicted by the magic of a sorceress, it is so lifelike that it seems to be sneering at people.
The villagers looked at each other for a moment, looking at each other blankly, as if they had never seen this guy before.
"Tell me, what is the reward?!"
A young man with a red neck shouted curiously.
"Two hundred orens!"
"Hey, I'm illiterate, but I'm not a fool, so don't try to lie to me! Isn't it twenty, fifty?"
"Two hundred! We swear to the gods and we will keep our word!"
The faces of the onlookers turned blood red, they swallowed their saliva, clenched their fists, and gasped with red eyes. They had never seen such a huge sum of money in their lives!
The villagers who had been secretly observing in the house could no longer restrain their restless mood. They rushed to the street one after another, craning their necks to look at the portrait.
There was a woman who ran too fast and hit a wooden fence and fell to pieces. She had a nosebleed, but she just wiped it with the hem of her skirt, and then stared at the painting as if she was staring at some unique treasure, and she was scrambling to get it. shout,
"Bring it here! I can't see clearly!"
This is the irresistible magic of money, which can often achieve its goals in the simplest and most efficient way.
At the same time, Roy had a strange feeling in his heart. They had always received commissions from their employers, but now their positions were reversed. For the first time, a demon hunter issued a commission to a group of ordinary people.
Well, help us find someone and give us money!
"I don't know this guy, I've never seen him." The elder took the scroll and looked at it for a moment, then shook his head regretfully, "And no outsiders have entered the village in the past week, so you two may have come to the wrong place."
"Don't rush to answer, let's take a closer look..." Roy looked up, and saw two ghostly figures flying over the walls behind everyone, moving as quickly and covertly as civet cats, going from house to house and getting into the empty houses through the windows.
It was Eskar and Cohen who were waiting for the opportunity before. They sneaked into the house to look for smells, magic fluctuations, and basements.
Any clues about Gaitan will not escape their detection.
As for Keyan, he stayed outside the village to prevent anyone with knowledge from sneaking away.
Roy cleared his throat and began to buy time for his companions,
"This guy carries two swords on his back, a cat's head badge hanging around his neck, and is seriously injured. Only the witcher's unique secret recipe can cure him. He is a big trouble for you. If you continue to drag it on, you will be willing to stay in the house. Is there an extra body suddenly?"
"How was he injured?" a short man asked,
"Stabbed with swords by robbers and bandits."
"So he is a good person? Why are you looking for him? Are you on the same side with him?" A little girl with braids asked innocently, holding her thumb in her mouth,
"He is very important to us." Roy said vaguely, pretending to reach into his arms and take out a bulging money bag from the space.
Wow!
The open mouth of the bag reveals a golden luster.
It dazzled the villagers.
Roy even generously took out one and gave it to the little girl. The latter bit it with her front teeth, and in an instant her eyebrows were crooked and she was dancing around.
"Everyone take a look at this painting, don't miss any detail. Anyone who can provide valid clues, take it away immediately!"
Roy looked around and saw the enthusiasm on everyone's faces. His pupils shrank to a slit in an instant, and he poured cold water on his face with a cold expression.
"But the ugly thing is ahead. Anyone who dares to fabricate and deceive our sword is not a vegetarian!"
The strong sense of oppression that was about to come out, coupled with the evil reputation that the demon hunter had gained in the past few years, instantly made several villagers with rolling eyes give up their plans.
Next, the portraits were slowly passed among the people, and Aiden, who had a sharp eye, scanned the faces with piercing eyes, and he could tell who was lying and who was sincere at a glance.
Exactly one hour later.
After rejecting several women's hallucinations of "I must have seen him somewhere" caused by money poisoning, the two got an expected result.
"Do you believe me now?" The village chief and the villagers around him looked at the demon hunter. Even if they could not get the money, they would not leave. "That guy has never been to the village."
Roy looked up, and the two figures flying on the roof jumped neatly into the cornfield, obviously finding nothing.
"Are there other settlements near Kent Village? Are there witch doctors and hunters living in the woods?" Aiden asked reluctantly,
"The nearest village within ten miles is on the other side of the Qiaote River." The village chief said while stroking his beard, "But there is a small wooden house in the huge graveyard grassland in the northeast. A barber doctor lives in it...well...now It's June, he should be there!"
Barber doctor?
The two demon hunters couldn't help but exchange a look. If anyone is most likely to save Gaitan, then it must be a person who is proficient in medical technology.
The barber doctor who is also a country doctor is undoubtedly a subject of suspicion. He lives near the grave mound and is brave enough.
"What do you mean it should be there?" Aiden asked,
"Mr. Gaudifoy is not a local. He only comes here every summer to pick herbs. In addition, he has been interrupted by these **** before, so he didn't have time to say something." The village chief suddenly turned pale. "In the past month, the graves have Suddenly there are a few hungry gravediggers over there, and they pounce on anyone they see! Mr. Gaudifoy may have been scared away."
Roy prayed that the clue would not stop here again, and his attitude became patient,
"Tell me carefully what the monster looks like and where it comes from."
“I noticed those dirty things first,” a gloomy-looking man walked out of the crowd and said with lingering fear. “They looked like lepers who had their skin peeled off and been exposed to fire. They were emitting waves of rotten corpses. It had a foul odor, had pitch-black fangs and claws, moved on all fours like a beast, and screamed like a night owl. I glanced at its dark eyes from a distance of dozens of meters, and I had a nightmare for a week. ”
"Fortunately, they didn't pursue them too far. They kept guarding the graves, knocking down the tombstones, destroying the coffins, and destroying our loved ones who have rested in peace!" The big man said with red eyes, fear and anger ~IndoMTL.com~ Come back. , this was all the mistake of the soldiers under General Visekid. They hung the bodies of Nilfgaard spies outside the graves to dry, saying they were a warning to others, but the smell of the corpses attracted those dirty things and actually harmed us! ”
The villagers nodded in unison, the grief and fear on their faces overshadowed the previous enthusiasm.
Roy nodded secretly.
The Kent Village area belongs to the territory of Bruges, and King Vincelav strongly supports the restoration of Sintra, which naturally gives the green light to General Visekid's actions.
As for gravediggers, ghouls are the answer, a trivial nuisance.
They made up their mind to find this barber doctor.
"The two masters think that Mr. Gaudifoy rescued the people in the painting?"
The village chief asked thoughtfully.
"Maybe?" Roy and Aiden bowed to the cooperative villagers, then took out fifty orens and handed them to the village chief, asking him to distribute them to everyone, "We are planning to leave now. Thank you folks for your answers. Mere gifts are not disrespectful."
"No, the old man doesn't want money. I will take you to the graveyard and grassland, but you two have to get rid of those beasts... Let me mourn my poor daughter in front of the tombstone..." The old man ignored the pile of people around him. The eager villagers threw their money bags directly to the witcher, poked the ground with the tip of their canes, and spat, "Believe me, that place is as complicated as a maze. It will take a long time to find the barber." , and because of my daughter’s illness, I have to visit him several times a year, and no one knows him better than me!"
Roy and Aiden looked at each other. The usual commission to get rid of the ghouls would be worth at least two hundred.
But witchers occasionally show kindness, and more importantly, they have to hurry up.
"Then what are you waiting for? Lead the way!"
"Too slow! Throw away the crutches and I'll carry you!"