The Divine Hunter Chapter 51: Interrogation

In the bathhouse.

"Are you insulting me?" The dwarf crossbowman and his three brothers sat around the boy in the bath, rubbing the dirt on their hairy legs with their hands, and asked, "It was obvious how much you drank yesterday. If you win, why do you return the crossbow? Do you think I can’t afford to lose?"

"The people of Carbon Mountain are willing to admit defeat!"

"Boss Reagan, since I won the game, the 'Blood Brothers' belong to me." Roy said with a straight face and a serious expression, "Then I have the right to transfer it to a newer brother." A worthy person."

"You - give it to me?" The dwarf pointed at him with a carrot-thick finger, and his mouth seemed to be blocked and speechless. After a long while, he sighed, "Good boy, you can't actually do it. Yeah, drank your wine..."

"Just leave it to your friends! Anyway, the great elder has given the order, and you will follow me in the next few days."

"Is there any more wine to drink?" Dave licked his lips.

"I'll let you open your belly again if I have a chance!"

"Roy, from today on, we are good brothers!" The dwarf slapped him several times excitedly, making the corners of his eyes moist and his skin red.

"Okay, let's talk about business. The Great Elder sent you to assist me to investigate the murder case in Carbon Mountain." Roy lowered his voice and formed a circle with a few people. Since he chose to trust them, there are some things There is no need to hide it. "I need your help. Think about it. Have you seen a weird tattoo on someone else recently?"

"What tattoo?"

"Keep your voice down."

The young man showed the cobwebs and antlers marks he had drawn in advance to the four dwarves, his eyes quickly scanning their faces.

He was disappointed to find that everyone had a blank look on their faces, obviously very unfamiliar with this symbol.

"Roy, what does this pattern mean? Why do you want to find it?" Reagan shook his head and said, "The elder believes that beard and chest hair are enough to set off the manliness, and there is no need to draw these messy tattoos on the body, so Carbon Mountain has always Tattoos are not encouraged. As far as I know, less than one percent of people have tattoos. However, compatriots who have left Carbon Mountain to make a living prefer these colorful patterns."

"I've seen basically all the men's butts in Carbon Mountain... I've never seen this tattoo anyway."

Diff, Drew, and Bernie were equally unimpressed.

"Then please pay attention to me from now on, and keep it secret!"

"Don't worry, if I leak it out, I will never be able to drink in my life!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

While the four dwarves were swearing vows, a dwarf with a gray beard and gnarled muscles entered the bathhouse, leaned on the edge of the bath at the other end, and wiped his body with splashes of water on his face with exhaustion.

"People on the night shift don't take a shower during this time, who could it be..." Roy's attention was attracted.

The old man's facial skin is sagging, age spots are obvious, the nasolabial folds on both sides of the bridge of his nose are deep, and his forehead is also covered with ravines. His age is equivalent to that of an old man in his fifties or sixties.

The young man's eyes became profound.

Benson Fagner? One hundred and fifty years old, his status, attributes, and skills are all normal.

"Is that old man a worker in the mine?"

The dwarves followed his gaze, and Diff, Duru, and Regan looked like they were racking their brains to remember.

And Bernie said slightly proudly, "I stutter, but... my memory is pretty good. I was the one who recognized you... at the first sight in the bathhouse."

"Man, keep it short and direct."

"Okay..." Bernie's eyes turned to the man in the bath, revealing respect.

"Uncle Benson Fagner, this year... is one hundred and fifty years old. He is of the same era as... the Great Elder, but he has a good temper, treats others... kindly, and does not have any... elders' airs. Therefore, it is deeply loved by the workers in the mine."

Although dwarves are born with longevity, in this era of frequent wars, dwarves who can survive various natural and man-made disasters and live to be over 120 years old are still very rare.

"Why is he still working in the mine and not enjoying his old age?" Roy asked curiously,

Bernie said proudly, "We dwarves...as long as we can still...move about, we must...keep working. If we don't work...how can we eat?"

Roy rolled his eyes and asked, "What job is he responsible for?"

"The fifth mining area...the clerk...arranges the work schedule."

"The fifth mining area is not the mining area that Kelvin is responsible for." The two asked and answered questions, but unexpectedly, the man in the bath suddenly made unusual movements.

Benson Fagner hugged his knees without warning and burst into tears, his cries echoing in the empty bathhouse.

Bernie, who was the most sensitive at heart, couldn't help but feel a sore nose and sobbing slightly.

"Why is the old man crying? Is it possible that among the four dead dwarves are his relatives?"

Regan took over the stammering words, "Uncle Benson and his family are living well. He just had his grandson not long ago."

The words are full of envy.

"Alas... little Fagna is obviously more useless than me, but he was able to find a woman he liked and gave birth to two big fat boys. In order to commend their contribution, the great elder personally replaced the two little boys. Cleanse the body."

The fertility of the dwarf race is far inferior to that of humans. Being able to give birth to two children is undoubtedly a huge contribution to the race.

"It's really a great honor. It's only been half a year since this happened. I don't understand how Uncle Benson could be so sad. Could it be that the child had an accident?"

The dwarf wrinkled his face in confusion.

But Roy felt something moved in his heart. After staying in the bathhouse for several days, I finally met an unusual guy.

Most of this race are optimistic by nature, and things that make them cry are not ordinary things.

He felt the need to understand something.

"Bernie, seeing an elder so sad, why don't you go and comfort him?"

The dwarf was stunned for a moment by what the young man said. He scratched his head and seemed to think this was the truth, but he couldn't refute it.

"Remember, be casual."

"Always let me...do such...weird things?" Bernie looked reluctant.

"Uncle Benson has watched you grow up, right? As his junior, why not say a few words to the old man?"

"Okay, you're right."

……

Soon after, Roy got some news from Bernie who was accompanying him in the bath.

"As I get older, I like to miss the past and recall my youth. Uncle Benson just remembered his old friends who died on the battlefield, so he couldn't control his emotions for a while."

Remembering the friend who passed away, is this really what happened?

"Guys, take me to his house to have a look."

……

The Black Iron Tavern, as the only tavern in Carbon Mountain that has obtained the Grand Elder's operating license, is often full of guests on weekdays.

However, due to the continuous deaths in recent times, most adult men in Tanshan choose to stay at home at night to take care of their relatives.

The tavern's business has temporarily become sluggish.

At this night, under the bright lights of the Black Iron Tavern, there were only four or five scattered figures, among them an elderly dwarf with gray hair and a sloppy yellow nightgown sitting in the corner, drinking by himself.

Occasionally, he would suddenly raise his head, his drunken eyes would become clear again, and he would look around cautiously and slightly nervously. He was startled and seemed to be worried about something.

On the other side of the pub, a window seat.

"Kid, you didn't call me out at night just to have a drink."

"I have something important to tell you." The demon hunter manipulated the throwing knife flexibly with five fingers and shaved the gray stubble on his chin. "Based on the information you provided yesterday, I discovered a huge secret from Kelvin."

"Let's talk about the secret later." Roy felt reassured and patted the palm of the witcher's cattail leaf, "Let's settle things here first and pay attention to the dwarf in front."

Roy pretended to glance at the target casually, then leaned into the witcher's ear and said, "Don't let him notice your sight."

"What's suspicious about him?"

The witcher took a big gulp of dwarf liquor, and the strong alcohol made him narrow his eyes.

"His name is Benson Fagner, the secretary of the fifth mining area. He is mainly responsible for the working time arrangement of the mining area. During the day, I noticed that his behavior was extremely abnormal in the bathhouse, and he burst into tears for no reason."

"This is the only suspicious guy in the past few days," the young man said helplessly, "There may be clues on him."

"It's worth a try." The demon hunter put down his wine glass with slight appreciation, "You did a good job, and you can't miss any abnormal traces. You might be able to catch a big fish."

Roy shrugged, "But his mouth is very strict. My dwarf friends can't tell the truth, let alone outsiders like us. So you need to use special means..."

"Dong...dong..."

The grandfather clock in the tavern struck midnight.

Benson Fagner suddenly got up from the wine table, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, shook his groggy head, and walked out of the tavern door.

The temperature at night in Carbon Mountain was below zero. When the cold wind blew, the wine stuck to his beard was frozen into ice slag, and Benson's nose also turned red.

However, he felt nothing about it, dragging his tired body like an empty puppet towards the stairs leading to the cave dwelling on the mountain wall.

He walked through the dark and narrow alley behind the tavern, raised his head and looked up at the moon with a small piece of it in the sky. The full moon was coming soon.

Old Benson couldn't help but take a deep breath, his pupils shrinking into a dot as he stared at the moonlight, and the beard on his lips began to tremble slightly, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying and fell into a daze. .

The moon turned blood red, and human screams and horrifying howls lingered.

"Pah..." Benson felt his shoulders sink. He looked back somewhat blankly, only to see a completely unfamiliar face appear in front of him.

A strange man, with extremely hard facial lines under his smooth head, slightly protruding jaw angle, sunken eye sockets, and tight mouth with a cold expression.

You can still see a sword hilt protruding from behind his majestic and majestic body.

"Your Excellency?" Benson staggered back uncontrollably.

The man did not answer, but opened his mouth to reveal a pair of strong white teeth.

"Sorry!" The dwarf heard this sentence and felt his heart go cold. However, his drunken state made him sluggish and he had no time to react.

Then an hallucination appeared in front of his eyes. The five separated fingers of the demon hunter split into hundreds and thousands of pieces like octopus tentacles, tangled him into a ball, and left him nowhere to hide.

"So many fingers flying..."

……

In the moonlight alley, the witcher whispered to a dwarf with dull eyes.

"Benson Fagner, you often cry alone in the bathhouse and go to the pub to get drunk. I know this is because of the secrets you hide in your heart."

"You hid it so deeply that you didn't even tell your family. But as time went by, this secret became more and more corrosive to your heart. You were filled with guilt, so uncomfortable that you wanted to die, and even Even alcohol can't numb the body and forget the pain."

Following the witcher's erratic words, a look of pain appeared on the old dwarf's face.

"Now, the best listener appears in front of you. He is a passer-by and will not stay in Carbon Mountain forever. He keeps his promise and can share any pain with you without worrying about being leaked."

"Tell him the secret in your heart...tell him..."

The words gradually faded. Roy, who was standing behind the demon hunter, held his breath and stared at the old dwarf unblinkingly.

The old dwarf bared his teeth, and his expression changed from pain to struggle. It was obvious that he was extremely conflicted, but after struggling for a moment, he still refused with difficulty, "No... I can't say..."

Roy looked shocked. He didn't expect anyone to be able to resist the power of the Seal of Axi, which indirectly confirmed that the old dwarf's sad gaffe was definitely not due to missing his lost friend.

"Benson Fagner lived for more than 150 years~IndoMTL.com~ He has profound experience, and his will attribute is higher than that of ordinary people, reaching 6."

Seeing that he was resisting, the witcher's tone became gentle, "Is someone threatening your personal safety?"

The old dwarf raised his head ferociously and closed the corners of his mouth tightly, as if he was going to bite all his teeth into pieces. At this time, Roy took a step forward suddenly.

"Is someone threatening you with the safety of your two grandchildren?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old dwarf immediately opened his eyelids and stared at Roy in horror.

"The person who threatened him must be the traitor."

The two exchanged glances and understood. The old dwarf was extremely repulsive to certain issues, so the effect of the Seal of Axi was unsatisfactory.

He would not answer directly, but the two were able to judge the answer from his reaction to the question.

The witcher motioned Roy to continue asking questions,

"Did you accidentally break someone's secret in the fifth mining area?"

"That guy used your family to coerce you into serving him?"

"He is serving the murderer?"

"Did the two deceased persons in the fifth mining area die under his arrangement?"

"Will there be new dead people tomorrow night on a full moon night? Outside the fifth mining area?"

……

As the questions continued, the two people's breathing became heavier. After asking the last sentence, the demon hunter snapped his fingers, dissolved the seal, and left quickly with Roy.

About half a minute later, the old dwarf woke up in a daze. He hugged his body and looked around in horror. He seemed to have forgotten something but couldn't remember it?

"It's really a ghost..."

"Holy Mountain Mahakam, please grant old Benson a little mercy and let me and my family spend this time safely..."