The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Goodbye

Roy arrived outside the bakery, but when he was still dozens of miles away, he heard a rapid and violent knock on the door——

Two men in shabby clothes carrying wooden sticks were cursing in front of the bakery,

"Open the door, are you deaf!? Believe it or not, I will set fire to burn you old **** to death?!"

"We are interested in your house. It is your honor! If you are sensible, hurry up and sign the contract," a middle-aged man with big braids and a bulbous nose shouted arrogantly, "This is only a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The price will be reduced by 100 if you wait one more day!"

"Who are you?" The young man in a cloak quietly came up behind the two of them. His dark golden eyes turned to them, confirming that they were two ordinary people. "Why are you blocking in front of the house?"

He turned around abruptly and was startled by the young man who quietly approached him. The wooden stick pointed at him, and a pair of vicious triangular eyes squinted at him, "Who are we? Are we?" People you can’t afford to offend? Get out of here and buy bread somewhere else!"

"Young man, don't meddle in other people's business and ask for trouble." Another man with a red face and a fat body also pointed the wooden stick at Roy, noticing his unusual eye color, short hair, well-proportioned and full of energy. With his explosive body shape, I was inexplicably frightened, "Otherwise...otherwise you will suffer a lot."

Roy shrugged, too lazy to talk nonsense.

The hand behind his back stretched out in front of him, and his right palm firmly held a wooden training sword. He turned the wooden sword lightly and held several sword flowers. The hilt of the sword sank to his waist, and the tip of the sword pointed upward. Holding the other person's neck.

The feet naturally spread out into a T-step.

The body is slightly bowed and relaxed.

If the two were knights of White Rose, or other official forces, he would still consider it carefully, but if they were obviously low-class gangsters, he could still get rid of them.

Just try your hand at it.

"You brat, I'm being polite to you, but you still dare to hit me on the nose?!" Garant Bi scolded, and without saying a word, he hit the boy with the wooden stick in his hand.

The front end of the wooden stick swept towards his chest from left to right. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and drew a straight line from right to left with the training sword against the direction of the wooden stick.

With a crisp sound of 'bang', the strong sword body blocked the wooden stick halfway, and at the same time, the figure-eight-shaped guard caught the front end of the wooden stick. It slid against the stick body with lightning and flint, and the sword blade moved forward——

Garlic Nose let out a cry of pain, as if his chest was automatically raised to the point of the sword, and he was hit by a sword in the middle of the sternum, screaming and falling back.

The wind is blowing!

The fat man swung another wooden stick and hit Roy's head from the side. He ducked lightly and went around under the stick,

The fat man felt his eyes blurred, and the opponent's figure was temporarily lost in his field of vision, and he was about to take back his weapon.

Roy stood on tiptoes and stepped forward like a cat, landing silently. He turned his left wrist, raised the hilt of the sword he was holding upside down, and hit the fat man **** the side of his face.

"Pa..."

The fat man covered the redness and swelling on his face and fell heavily. In the dust, his white and fat fingers clenched the wooden stick. Just as he was about to get up, the training sword was already placed on his neck.

"Don't move..." Roy shook his head, and his dark-gold pupils turned to the other side of his garlic nose, which was still screaming in pain, showing a warning look.

It was too slow. All the attacks of these two guys seemed to be in slow motion in his eyes.

With an agility close to twice that of an ordinary person, he could easily dodge the swinging stick, seize the gap and extend the sword, ending this unequal battle within three seconds.

If he had switched to iron weapons, he would have killed two people without using many methods such as shock and intimidation.

As expected, as the demon hunter said, when the attributes crush the opponent, there is no need for any fancy swordsmanship. One sword is enough to end the battle.

It's a pity that defeating them cannot bring any sense of accomplishment.

The young man patted the fat man's dull cheek with a sword-wielding hand, and his dark golden eyes turned deep, "Tang Leer, Fuluosi, I know your names!"

"I am the commander of Prince Seeward's bodyguard, the witcher hired by Dennis Kramer to investigate the case. If you dare to show up in the bakery again and cause trouble," Roy threatened in a stern voice, "Then I will tell you He...the suspect in the recent murders is you!"

"Don't...Master, please don't talk nonsense!" The fat man's face immediately became frightened and his lips trembled, "We're going to get out now, we're going to get out right away. I swear to the goddess Meriteri that I will never harass you again. Gram!"

"I swear too!" Garlic Nose threw away the stick in panic,

"Get out of here!"

……

After a moment, Roy watched two embarrassed figures leap out of the yard and put the training sword into the space.

After a few steps, I came to the closed wooden door of the bakery. Just as I was about to knock on the door, there was a rush of footsteps, followed by an old, hoarse and familiar voice,

"Master Roy? You... ahem... drove away those two **** outside?"

Katz——

The baker's gaunt face emerged from the crack in the door.

He wore a simple and simple gray linen suit. After not seeing him for a few months, he looked much older. His hair and beard had turned completely snow-white, and he was as messy as a chicken coop. His eyes were sunken and his pupils were bloodshot.

Even the figure is stooped.

He was holding a candlestick tightly in his right hand. He had obviously planned to use it as a self-defense weapon before, but he relaxed when he saw who was coming.

"How do you tell..."

"Don't ask! If you ask, you will be burned by fire..." Roy knew what he was going to say, and immediately stopped the **** question, and got into the wooden door with a weird look on his face

In the dim kitchen, the two sat opposite each other. The boy looked around. The whole room was bare, with only a few chairs and the old large stove fixed on the wall.

"We haven't seen each other for a few months. Why have you changed more than me? Have you looked in the mirror recently? Your face looks terrible! Like a malaria patient," Roy shook his head and comforted, "Even if Bashir is not here Now, you should take care of yourself too."

"Master, thank you for your concern." Hearing the name of his deceased son again, the old man's wrinkled old face showed a sad look, and then said through gritted teeth, "But the only motivation for old Huck to live now is to find That **** who stabbed the child!"

"Okay, what happened to the two guys just now?" Roy asked curiously, "Why are you pestering you and insisting that you sell the house?"

Old Huck sighed, "In order to investigate clues, I spent all my savings. I really have no money on hand, and I have lost all my old customers. The bakery's business is unsustainable... so I plan to sell this building. House in exchange for some crowns."

"Those two shameless **** heard the news from somewhere. As soon as my house was listed, they came to the old man to harass and threaten me, trying to buy the house at a price far lower than the market price."

"Have a **** dream!" Old Huck's turbid eyes shot out a cold light, then picked up the candlestick on the ground and waved it in the air, "The old man is not a coward! He will never let them succeed—— The money from selling the house must be used to continue the investigation, not a penny less!"

"No one cares about this kind of thing?" As soon as Roy asked, he realized the crux of the matter, "Is it because of the recent murders?"

"You guessed it, the knights of White Rose have been overwhelmed by the serial murder cases. How can they have the energy to manage the 'small cases' of extortion... Only two **** dare to be so rampant... If I still have some money, I should have hired someone to give them a good beating!"

"Don't worry, I just warned them," Roy Anjin's pupils flashed with a stern look, "They won't harass you again, otherwise, I will take care of them for you!"

"Thank you, Master, for your help," Old Huck gritted his teeth. "When the house is sold, I will give you a reward, but please forgive me, the amount will not be too much."

"No need, it's just a little effort," the young man declined. He couldn't charge for something that could be done in five seconds, so the two of them chatted for a while.

"You spent all your savings on investigating, but what did you find?"

"The money was not wasted, I did get some clues," the old man's cloudy eyes flashed when he mentioned the suspect, "Do you still remember when Bashir disappeared?"

"December 27th, last year!" Roy blurted out, and the scene of father and son saying goodbye was still etched in his mind.

"According to common sense, at that time, it was impossible for the Knight of the White Rose to run to the remote Wigan River..." Old Huck nodded and said, "But that day was still a special day... I confirmed it after many arguments. A group of white rose knights left the city gate in the morning and returned in the evening."

"What special day?"

"On December 27 last year, Queen Emelia of Elland left the city of Elland to pray for blessings at the Meriteli Temple. A team of white rose knights escorted her along the way." Old Huck paused and said Seeing the confusion on the young man's face, he explained, "Queen Amelia and Prince Siward have been married for many years, but they have not been able to give birth to a son and a half, and the goddess Meriteri is in charge of fertility, so the content of the prayer One can imagine..."

Roy suddenly realized that he suddenly remembered that one day a few months ago, when he was training swordsmanship with the demon hunter in the courtyard, he seemed to hear several girls onlookers discussing this matter.

"Wait a minute, the queen's name is Amelia?" The young man rubbed his temples with his fingers, thinking, "Why does this name sound familiar?"

"It seems you still remember," Old Huck said with a hint of pride in his eyes, obviously happy with the results of his investigation, "before my poor child Basheer died, he uttered two names. , one is White Rose, the other is Emily..."

Emily...Emelia...

"Did he not mean Emily at that time, but——"

"Yes, in fact, the name my poor child called out when he was dying was the queen's name... It took me a long time to understand." He said with determination, "Bashe I mentioned the queen and the Knight of the White Rose...so the person who stabbed him must be among the knights who escorted the queen to the temple that day!"

"I don't know why that **** left his post without permission and ran to the remote Wigan River, and I don't know where my son offended him!" Old Huck's face turned red with excitement, and his body was filled with excitement. Angry and trembling, "But I will catch him and ask him clearly, I swear!"

The old man's chest bulged high, he took a few deep breaths, and then asked, "Do you think, Master Roy, there is something wrong with my idea?"

Roy held his chin with his right hand and pondered for a moment. He felt that something was wrong.

"Does Bashir know Amelia?"

"I know you! From Elland, old men in their fifties and sixties, to children as young as three have met your respected Majesty the Queen. She is a beautiful and gentle woman."

"Does Bashir know that the queen is going to the temple that day?"

"This..." Old Huck hesitated for a moment, "I shouldn't know."

Don’t know? Doubt flashed in Roy's eyes, then how could he call Amelia's name?

As he spoke, Old Huck suddenly stood up and trotted to the front hall. After a while, he handed over a crumpled yellow paper. To be more precise, it was a list with more than a dozen names written on it... in handwriting. It's ugly and twisted, and it's obvious that the person who wrote it is not good at it.

"I bribed a servant in the palace... I almost lost everything to get this list from him. All the knights who escorted the queen that day are on it... There are fifteen people in total... Take a look!"

Roy glanced at the bakery owner with admiration. This old father who lost his son could actually do this on his own.

If what he said is true, the Knight of the White Rose who stabbed Bashere is among them!

The boy took the list and glanced through it,

"Linton Foreman, Simon Patrick Latin...Clay Collint...Sylvester Pedi..." The young man's eyes narrowed, and there was actually an acquaintance, but this The guy was lying in the morgue dying, "Arthur Telles."

"Do you keep a backup?"

"Yes!"

"Then leave this to me," the young man thought for a while, "I am working for Prince Seeward's captain of the bodyguard. If I have the opportunity to contact the Knight of White Rose, I will check it out for you."

"Thank you, Master!" Old Huck's beard trembled and he immediately held his hand excitedly. "If you can help me catch that guy, I will give you a reward of two hundred crowns!"

Roy nodded, not wanting to stay here for too long, "Old Huck, take care of yourself and stop torturing yourself!"

This time he did not refuse the reward... Going against the White Rose Knight requires taking a certain risk, which is considered a commission.

……

When I left the bakery, dusk had completely settled...

It was inconvenient to visit the deceased's home at this time, so Roy rushed to check the place where six bodies were found.

But it is a pity that the latest deceased was two weeks ago, and the first deceased was more than three months ago. It was too long ago, and the scene was turned upside down by the knights of White Rose... Even if it can Even the smallest traces have been destroyed.

The boy searched with his demon hunter senses for more than three hours before returning without success.

The night is already dark.

Roy returned to the "Big Belly" Tavern, took out a black kraft paper manual from the space, and began to record today's investigation results——

After becoming an official demon hunter, he asked for this notebook and a quill from Sister Nannick, preparing to record all the strange, dangerous, and interesting experiences he encountered in his life.

For example, the child hunter ghost of Kadel House, the deer-headed spirit of Carbon Mountain, the evil chief of Smelk Mine Road, and the cursed werewolf Aaron. All of this is recorded as a teaching material for training apprentices - or a "suicide note" left to the successors...

"May 20, 1261.

Elland serial murder case.

Victims investigated:

Farquhar... embezzled bank funds... wife... children...

Beggar Old Barr...his legs are disabled...and surprisingly lazy...

The place where Reso disappeared: two bifurcated blood trails.

……

Recording completed.

He meditated for a quarter of an hour, regained some energy, turned around and left the tavern, and found a deserted and remote corner in Elland City. The place is covered in shadows, the moonlight cannot shine, and the patrolling guards do not come.

The late-night investigation was unsustainable, and the training that had been delayed for several months could no longer be relaxed.

Caught Gu Weisir with both hands from the void, bowed, relaxed his muscles, left foot in front, right foot behind in a T-step, the hilt of the sword was parallel to the right face, the blade was raised horizontally, the sword Pointing at the neck of the imaginary enemy on the opposite side, he began to practice the long sword swordsmanship, five stances, basic moves, and footwork in a rigorous manner.

Compared with before the Green Grass Trial, his movements are faster and more explosive - but the connection is quite jerky in the subtleties, and he has not yet fully adapted to the skyrocketing attributes.

This discomfort must be corrected through a large number of daily training routines...

After an hour of swordsmanship training, Roy, who was sweating profusely, took out the hand crossbow Gabriel and began to try out his new enchantment ability - guiding arrows.

First aim at the trees and shoot normally. The depth of the arrow penetrating the bark of the tree is similar to the length of the first knuckle of the index finger.

However, when shooting the guided arrow - the moment he pulled the trigger, a strange feeling arose spontaneously. Roy instantly realized that something had been pulled out of his body and merged into the hand crossbow.

Magic-20

"Whoosh——" In the sharp sound of piercing the air, arrows streaked across the long night...

He didn't stop, and immediately pulled the trigger as soon as the 0.4 second interval came, firing 7 guide arrows in succession like a storm within three seconds.

Magic power: 5/145

When he stopped shooting, a feeling of weakness that was different from exhaustion came over him. A blur of white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the scenery in his sight looked like a painting with paint splashed on it. Roy bent down to support himself while feeling dizzy. Hold your knees.

The dizziness stopped after more than ten seconds.

"Breathe...Breathe...Fortunately, I did the experiment in advance~IndoMTL.com~If Roy has realized something, the magic power will be consumed too fast...the body will have adverse reactions." It seems that he should be careful in future battles. ”

After calming down, the boy checked the arrow on the bark of the tree. Compared with ordinary shooting, the guided arrow penetrated the bark of the tree significantly deeper, about half more.

The small increase in penetration in the skill description is not small at all.

After that, Roy continued to practice crossbow shooting skills... An hour later, he observed that the magic power had returned from 5/145 to 6/145, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, quite dissatisfied.

"Is it because my elemental talent is too low?"

He did not expect that the recovery speed of magic power in the normal state outside of meditation was so slow. This meant that the guiding arrow could not be used continuously unless a special decoction was consumed.

After reaching the conclusion, Roy terminated the training and returned to the room of the "Big Belly" tavern to meditate.

Wait until you have time next time to test the distance and tracking ability of the guided arrow. Living creatures with fast enough speed and reaction are the best test subjects for tracking ability.