The Divine Hunter Chapter 9: Suspect

The first ray of white light has just been released from the sky, and the Niubu Market has begun to operate busily and orderly.

The crowds of people are constantly moving. There are drivers driving ox carts loaded with goods, shirtless Lifu dragging carts, and even more residents of Oxenfurt carrying vegetable baskets to rush to the morning market. .

This place is filled with the smell of sweat, vegetables, meat, and other pungent smells, but before you have time to cover your nose, the pedestrians' ears are occupied by random sounds, the shouts of market vendors, the sounds of bargaining with red faces, and blowing noses. The sound of spitting, the strange screams of livestock and animals, the cries of children...

"Roy, how long until the arrival?" Ms. Zerikan frowned her heroic eyebrows.

"Be patient, Cantila, we'll be there soon."

Roy glanced at the account book in his hand, and then with strength far beyond ordinary people, he gently pushed away the fat man with a big belly and sweaty body in front of him. Before the other party turned around with an angry look on his face, he pulled Kan back. Tira's hand slipped into the crowd.

"But in such a messy situation..." The demon hunter threw a few coins into the hands of the vendor whose nose and eyes were red from the smoke, and neatly grabbed two skewers of charcoal-grilled squid from his stall. Showing his neat white teeth, he took a bite of the elastic octopus meat and handed another skewer to the woman, "There is nothing more comfortable than a delicious grilled octopus."

Kandila ate a piece of octopus and was carried a few steps forward by the surging crowd. Suddenly she asked curiously,

"Um... Roy, you... um... how can you maintain high energy and high concentration all the time? Don't you need to relax? Not long ago, you were involved in trouble in the barony, and now you are involved in Oxenfurt's... Aren’t you feeling...well...tired by all the messy disappearances?"

Candila couldn't help but think of the investigation process with Oakes yesterday. In her eyes, the room was empty and unremarkable, but the demon hunter easily found a lot of clues and even directly locked the identity of the murderer.

Calm and efficient, like a precise instrument.

If I hadn't been traveling together during this period, I would have witnessed the "deep friendship" between several people teasing and bickering with each other.

She probably believed the description in the rumors. The witcher had lost his emotions due to the mutation and his mood swings were very mild.

The guy in front of her fits this rumor, otherwise why would he always reject her advances and remain completely indifferent.

Roy swallowed the grilled octopus whole, patted the oil on his hands, smiled brightly, and asked without answering, "As a Zerikan, what do you think the ideal life should be like?"

"Continue to challenge powerful monsters and get more honors!" Ms. Zerikan said without hesitation.

"In the same way, accepting all kinds of strange commissions and making a living by relying on commission rewards is also one of the ideal living conditions for a demon hunter. We are born to eat this bowl of rice, and we will not get tired of it until we retire. At most, it will reduce Reduce frequency."

…

"Come and take a look! Sea fish and river fresh food! Just caught this morning, fresh and cheap!"

A fishmonger wearing a turban and as thin as a monkey shouted loudly at passers-by in front of a large fish tank.

His face was pitted by the sea breeze, and his skin was reddish-brown.

"Trout, sturgeon, fathead... crab, octopus, lobster. As long as it swims in the water, you can have whatever you want!"

"Langric?"

A short and clear voice came from the crowd, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the fishmonger. He was well-dressed, muscular, with an indifferent expression, and dark gold eyes that were as terrifying as a wolf, which made him heartbroken. trembling.

The shrewd fishmonger immediately rolled his eyes, lowered his posture, nodded and said, "Sir, what do you want to do with me? Do you want to buy fish? Langrick guarantees with his wealth and life that the fish I sell will definitely The cheapest and freshest in the market!"

"I'm not interested in fish." The demon hunter looked at the nearby environment. In the sea and in the Pontar River, all kinds of strange fish, shrimps and crabs were swimming vividly in the fish tanks.

This is undoubtedly the largest fishery shop in the entire market.

"I want to ask you something...do you know Whishaw?"

"Why do you ask this?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Sorry," the vendor said vigilantly, "Although I have a low status, my business is all about credibility, and I will never leak customers' identity information easily!"

He emphasized the word "easily".

The witcher and the lady beside him exchanged glances and smiled,

"How about a pound of fathead?"

"Okay!" The hawker suddenly beamed, but still emphasized, "You are welcome to buy fish, but I still cannot answer your question. Disclosing customer information is breaking the rules! If you break the rules, who dares to come to me? Doing business?"

"How about two pounds of fathead?"

The fishmonger was stubborn and unmoved.

"Then give me ten pounds!" the demon hunter said helplessly. If there weren't so many people, he would definitely reward the other party with a Yaksi Seal, allowing him to get close to the big lobster.

The fishmonger was obviously moved after hearing this, but he still had some scruples in his words, "You are asking for customer information, are you trying to steal business from me?"

"You think I look like a fish seller?" the witcher asked angrily.

Langric stood on the fish tank and rubbed his chin and looked at it carefully, "You look like those local thugs, but you are younger and more handsome than them!"

"Then will you sell it or not?!"

"Sell! Ten pounds is ten pounds. Anyway, that customer hasn't been here for a while!" The fishmonger gritted his teeth, "But you have to pay first, and I will give you two crowns."

…

"Wishiao is a big customer..." The fishmonger tipped the small purse and put it in his arms, "In the past six months, he has come to my fish stall every other day and bought about a hundred pounds of fresh fish! But he suddenly disappeared a week ago...another Cowburg student took over his purchasing duties."

The witcher thought for a moment, and the other person should be referring to Whishaw's roommate, Linus Pitt's assistant, Ben.

Is there an invisible competitive relationship between Whishaw and Ben?

"Having been doing business for more than half a year, you should be familiar with him, right?" Roy asked,

"Barely, not bad." The fishmonger said calmly. His relationship with Whishaw didn't seem to be as close as the witcher expected.

"What do you think of Whishaw as a person? What's his temperament like? Don't lie!" Roy pointed the three fat-headed fish skewered with hay at the vendor, and his dark-gold pupils shrank into diamond shapes.

"Otherwise you will enjoy three whole fish 'sashimi' in one minute."

The fishmonger's thin body trembled. Although the witcher was not very old, his pale gums and fierce eyes made him inexplicably scared. Moreover, he had seen many customers from all walks of life, and none of them had the same look as him. A creepy murderous aura.

"Don't worry, sir, you buy fish and I'll give you the answer. It's a fair trade and no bullying!" The vendor frowned and patted his chest and said, "Langric's reputation is well-known. If you don't believe me, you can ask. ”

He seems to have forgotten the fact that he betrayed his client because of the ten-pound fathead fish.

The witcher nodded, "Continue."

"Wishshaw...what's the matter? He gave me the impression that he is taciturn, stubborn and doesn't know how to adapt at all!" The fishmonger's complaint was not concealed in his words, "I weighed his fish several times. If the difference is less than one pound, he is not willing to be accommodating. A hundred pounds is a hundred pounds, and he feels that he is not allowed to be short of a pound."

"However, he is quite loyal to his employer. Every transaction is recorded honestly in the ledger. I occasionally glanced at it, and there is absolutely no scheming involved!"

The witcher nodded. The vendor's description matched Linus's description.

"A week ago, he did his last business with you. Did he do anything unusual?"

The hawker thought seriously for a moment, "He said he wanted to go back to his hometown to do some errands. He probably had to miss one business trip, but now he has missed three trips, and all three trips were done by another young man...Although it was also very neat. , but I still miss him after not seeing him for a week. Sir, could you ask where Whishaw went?"

Roy stared at the hawker's eyes for a long time, until the latter couldn't help but look away, "You don't need to know his whereabouts. Think again, did Whishaw follow the dealer some time ago?" Who in the city had a dispute and had a festival?"

"Dispute?" The vendor's eyes widened and he was stunned for a few seconds, then shook his head.

"Who asked you about Whishaw?"

"Are you kidding me, my lord?" The fishmonger raised his chin towards the witcher, "Aren't you the one who is asking?"

"Except us..." Roy's tone turned cold.

The other party showed obvious hesitation,

"It seems you know something about the inside story!" Roy's heart moved. He simply used the fat-headed fish in his hand as a sword. He flicked his sword with a flick of his wrist and poked the fish's head forward. The mouth of the fish, which was still opening and closing, almost Kiss Langric's mouth,

"Answer me quickly!"

"Ouch, put it down quickly!" The fishmonger tilted his neck back in a weird posture, sighed, and said with a wry smile, "Why are we so miserable in business? No one dares to offend! Don't use fish. Threaten me and I tell you."

The demon hunter then removed the "fish head sword".

"It's not a big deal. It's just that a few gangsters came to ask about Whishaw." He explained, "With the large transactions that have been going on for half a year, anyone would be curious... They just asked casually. Ask." The fishmonger's eyes flashed.

"Just asking?" the demon hunter sneered. He was a little suspicious of the fishmonger. "Are you sure they don't have any bad intentions?"

"I don't understand what you mean."

"It doesn't matter, tell me, who are those hooligans?"

"This guest, I won't do your business anymore. I will refund your money to you! Give me back the fish!" The fishmonger looked frightened and shook his head desperately.

"Are you sure?" After the demon hunter finished speaking, the fat-headed fish in his hand turned into a meteor and stuffed it into the vendor's mouth.

My wrist turned quickly, squirming as if brushing my teeth.

The fishmonger was grabbed by the witcher's arm and couldn't struggle. He rolled his eyes, screamed "Uh-huh", and his face turned red. He nodded desperately until he was almost out of breath.

The witcher took a deep breath and let go of his hands.

"Pfft! Ahem... Wuwu..." The fishmonger's face was full of tears and snot, "You are cruel! I said it, I said it."

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A quarter of an hour later, Roy and Cantila left the fish stall contentedly, taking with them twenty pounds of fathead fish, and he bought ten more pounds as apology for the offence.

"Golfen will have to eat for a while..."

"Could it be the accomplices of two hooligans? According to Whishaw's purchasing frequency, which is once every few days, half a year, that's thousands of pounds. Even if it's the cheapest fat-headed fish, it's There are several hundred crowns. This is not a small amount of money, and the wealth is very touching——"

They learned from the fishmonger that the two gangsters who had inquired about Whishaw were unemployed vagrants living around Oxenfurt. They were naughty and lazy~IndoMTL.com~Every few days They will enter the market to harass merchants and try to extort so-called protection fees.

Looks like he is a member of some gang, with dozens of brothers standing behind him. The fishmonger was not complicit with them, but he did not dare to tell the truth because he was afraid of retaliation from this group of people.

However, this group of people has always been small-scale and did not dare to go too far.

I haven’t heard of any robbery or murder.

"There is indeed a strong suspicion... It is a pity that they did not come to the market this morning. Otherwise, if they were found and confronted, the truth might be revealed."

"Is it possible that another assistant currently in charge of purchasing could have been involved?"

"Ben? Leisuo is in charge there. He will ask everything clearly."

…

Then the two went to another butcher shop recorded in the account book to inquire again, and the answers they got were similar to the fishmonger.

At present, it seems that the biggest suspects are those idle gangsters.