The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Time is running out."

The Demon Hunter knew what Kording's next sentence was.

"I will pay you enough remuneration."

The Ebin is a gifted businessman. Except for his meticulous character, the demon hunter is a bit at a loss. He sends a bill to Mahakam’s castle every other month, which is neatly written in accordance with the contract Zelin. How much money should be allocated, and the money will be stored in the account of Novigrad Bank. Although Zelin didn't worry about the day the money would disappear without a trace with the Aibin people.

The lawyer lowered his head and stroked the pet. The cat bared its teeth and stared at the demon hunter unkindly.

"You gave me a big problem. It's really big." He raised his eyes and made a stop gesture. "I know what you want to ask. Let me guess. You want to know about Sinide Things related to the Warlock Conference, right?"

Zelin sat back in his chair. Compared with the owner's armchair, the guest chair was not as comfortable as the saddle. "I'm glad I didn't bet with you."

"In the north, anyone who is well informed can know about the events of the Warlock Conference. In fact, it is very unfortunate. I had a few customers before and asked me about someone who would attend the Warlock Conference. And intelligence, such as the intelligence of the elven warlock Francesca."

The cat lying on Curdin's lap suddenly screamed and jumped onto the lawyer's shoulder.

"Don't scare my cat."

The lawyer said in an unpleasant tone.

"Cats never liked me."

Ze Lin said blankly, this doesn't need to be disguised, the demon hunter can easily make this look.

"Close to the subject." Kedinger changed a raised leg and crossed his hands on his abdomen. "I investigated you through that incident. Within two months, both Dandrien and Geralt came here, and Some people whom I shouldn’t name, they all came for the same thing. During the period, I noticed a few unusual things, such as the soldiers of Rydania entering Taimo without anyone knowing. In Leah, although they all changed their military uniforms, they couldn't change their distinctive accent."

Zelin knew why Kedinger said this.

"Are you asking me to confirm if you are worth the money you quoted? Come on, what's your price?"

All of Francesca's energy was devoted to the preparations for the Warlock Assembly, and now it seems that some people are also preparing. If Francesca hopes to prevent the northern kings from military actions against non-human races through the Warlock Assembly, then her proposal will not appeal to the kings.

"Three hundred Novigrad Krona with the best color." The lawyer lay on the armchair and stretched out three fingers. "I don't accept other currency substitutions."

Three hundred crowns is equivalent to nine hundred Oren. I have to say that this is not a small amount at all, especially in terms of the prices of Tamoria.

But this is not the time to save.

Zelin untied the prepared purse, and the heavy purse fell on the table, making a clinking sound of metal collision. There are thirty gold coins worth ten crowns, which are full of gold. The lawyer carefully looked at the purse and the coins inside. After confirming that there was no problem, he opened the drawer, put the purse inside, and then locked it.

"I need you to investigate Philippa Erhardt of Ridania, and what her colleagues are preparing, and the purpose of Ridania's entry into Willen's army."

"It's a warlock again. Recently, I received five investigation commissions, four of which are related to warlocks." Kedinger complained casually, "It's another tricky job."

"You don't have to do this business, you'd better be careful of the dagger in the dark."

The lawyer laughed. "But I like this business." He clapped his hands. "Come on, let me show you what value for money is."

He stood up and pushed the bookshelf on the wall facing the door behind him. The bookshelf became a movable door, slowly turning, revealing a secret room behind the wall where books and documents were piled everywhere. Not only was there no windows here, Zelin didn't even notice the location of the vents. A large table occupies almost the entire scope of the secret room, on which there are two candlesticks, and many documents.

Behind the big desk, there is an armchair with wheels. Sitting on it was a dwarf with his big head resting on his asymmetrical thin shoulders, and a big white beard almost completely covered his shoulders. When the demon hunter came in, he was leaning back, with the help of candle light, holding a magnifying glass and carefully looking at a roll of yellow parchment.

"Allow me to introduce Finn, a talented jurist and historian, a master of reasoning, and my best partner."

The secret room was filled with the smell of candles, dust and paper.

"The period you gave is very short, but before you leave, we can at least tell you some information you need without revealing the name of the employer. Please allow Finn to explain..."

It was not Finn's explanation that interrupted Curdin's words, but a rapid knock on the door.

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Hilly had a dream.

She dreamed of a black-and-white cat. She became this black-and-white cat. Then she looked around with her green and green eyes. She looked down from the beam and saw a dim room, a bookshelf full of books, and a bearded man in a wheelchair leaning on the parchment at the table. One of them was in the living room. He coughed, then wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, straightened his waist and walked towards the door. There is another person who Xili is more familiar with. He is hugging his chest with his back leaning against the wall next to the mahogany door.

"Is it another guest you are waiting for?"

Zelin asked Kedinger, "Do I need to retreat?"

"No, it should be my informant who has returned, or it may be the previous employer. Are you sure there was no one following you when you came?" Ke Dinger straightened his collar.

"I'm sure there are no eyes following me, but if it's magic." Zelin couldn't help but think of Philippa again. "If you follow me with magic at a long distance, the Demon Hunter badge can't warn me."

Curdinger touched the painting on the side of the wall, and the door of the secret room closed again. There was a quick knock at the door again, and someone seemed impatient to wait.

"Here, here comes the door." Curdinger coughed a few times, he covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and the heavy work made his body unhealthy. The lawyer threw his handkerchief into the barrel beside him, and he looked at the cat calling on the beam, "Shut up, don't bark at this time..."

Don't open this door!

Hilly wanted to yell and give a warning, but there was only a cat cry.

Behind the door is death!

"Hiri? Are you asleep there, Hiri?"

The smell of horsehair replaced the smell of dust and candles, and she realized that she was in the stable of the inn in the anchorage village. She was still a little tired after waking up, and the velvet bonnet was sliding down from the side without noticing it.

"Are you asleep, Hiri?"

Yenefa, wearing a male riding outfit, was washing his hands in the sink of the hotel. "We should go." Several horses were chewing forage in the stables, many of them from the royal messenger. It has been more than 20 days since they left Nanica Church in Island, and if they proceeded in this way, it is estimated that it will take more than 20 days before they can reach Goss Willen and Sunnider. Island.

"I'm here, Mrs. Ye Naifah!" Xili rubbed his eyes and walked to the horse that belonged to her.

Tiredness struck again.

She lay one hand on the horse's back and lowered her head slightly.

The cat with its head down jumped away. It jumped from the side beam to the bookshelf and kicked a book off the bookshelf, which made Curdin look unhappy when he was about to open the door.

"You have to take care of your cat."

"It's a little restless today." The lawyer coughed a few more times, and the door panel rang out again.

"Open the door, your express!"

"Come on, don't smash the door again."

Ke Dinger lifted the latch and opened the mahogany door. Subsequently, the butler Michael Grumb appeared in front of the knocker.

Zelin hid behind the wall next to the door, and the outside sunlight cast the shadow of the knocker over the Curdin in the doorway of the room and onto the poplar board floor in the room. There were a total of three people on the opposite side. Among them, a shadow was closing with Curdin's back. He must be very tall and thin.

"You are Curdin, the lawyer here?"

"The master went to Novigrad on a business trip. I'm his butler, Michael Grumb. What can I do for you?"

The accent of the leader is very strange, he is not like a Tamorian, he is more biased towards Livia, or the place south of the Yaruja River. Zelin cast his gaze from the door to the hanging mirror on one side. The light reflected by that mirror just allowed the demon hunter to observe the footsteps of the three people outside the door.