The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Zelin let go and walked down the attic. Before going down the wooden ladder, he didn't forget to lock the door first. Frid's affairs let the demon hunter understand one thing, whether it is a wooden door or a portal, if the door is not locked, someone will sneak in.

With the sound of the lock of the attic door.

The doll standing next to the cabinet raised her head slightly, looking at the direction where the demon hunter had left without blinking, and at the door panel. Then, her body turned, walked to the attic window, and looked down.

The demon hunter walked into the courtyard, he looked at Frid’s house, the white light disappeared, and the nun also disappeared. She seemed to enjoy the feeling of invisibility, maybe for other reasons, but considering that there is always a pair of eyes who don’t know what it is. The place stared at all of this, Zelin couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

The castle gate was not closed, Zelin just put down the iron fence. He walked under the city gate, stood at the other end of the iron fence, and looked at the group of people on the other end of the fence. These people are obviously not here to release the commission. Their clothes are exquisite and they are all top-quality fabrics. There are a few men who are obviously guards behind, their clothes indicate their identities.

Blue Iron Guard, here?

"Are you the demon hunter here?"

Zelin carefully observed the few people in front of them. There was no hostility from them. Except for those who were questioning Zelin, the eyes of the others were constantly looking around. It was obvious that they were curious about this castle. . Although they may be disappointed soon. This is not much different from other castles.

"Yes, I am the demon hunter here." Zelin stared at these people cautiously, but he didn't need the protection of a blue iron guard just by himself. Incident? Or missing? What needs to be done?"

How could these people go to the remote Mahakam just to hire a demon hunter.

He was waiting, waiting for their words and attitudes.

"We are investigators from Vizima, the kings of Tamoria and Sorden, the rulers of Pontar and Mahakam, the protectors of Brugg and Ailand, the king of Foltest In the name of your majesty, any castle located on the land under your majesty's rule needs to be surveyed and registered." The official unfolded a document and read the above items one by one to Zelin.

"Survey?"

There was no change in Zelin's face.

But he knew that it was impossible for the surveyor from Vizima to find those traces of portals and magic. Although Foltest angrily expelled all court mages after the coup in Sinide, no one knows whether any of these people can find traces of magic.

"Yes, report the size of the castle, the number of residences, the weaponry, the name and location of the castle owner. During the war, all those who build castles on His Majesty’s land are obliged to report these things to His Majesty’s officials."

There are too many things in this castle that should not be known to outsiders, especially the king’s officials.

But for safety reasons, he still opened the gate first.

"Maybe I can give you the design drawings of the castle during the renovation, and you can directly register with the design drawings." After finishing the castle repairs, the old dwarf Oaks kept his design drawings and plans and handed them over. Zelin, he and Zelin share a copy for the repair work that may be needed in the future.

"It's very convenient."

Unexpectedly, the official nodded simply. "Devil hunter, we have all heard the rumors and stories about you. Maybe there are some normal food and drinks in your castle that ordinary people can enjoy. Take your Bring the blueprints to the hall of the castle, and we will register the data."

Maybe they just found here based on the legal provisions. After all, many people know that there is a castle here. It's just that the demon hunter doesn't think that registering a castle requires the **** of several blue-clad iron guards, even if there are traces of the squirrel party in the forest of the Pontal River Valley.

There were seven prospectors and guards, and they walked into the castle. The surveyor held the pen bag and documents in his hand, and looked around curiously. Most of their eyes stayed on the tools used to study the trial of grass and the preparation of medicines, metal catheters and Erlenmeyer flasks, distillation tools and virus petri dishes. Stacked in a corner or courtyard laboratory. Others curiously stared at the training equipment of the demon hunter, the pendulum and the wooden stakes, and the several good swords made by the dragonborn hung on the wall.

As they looked, they walked into the castle.

Zelin turned her head slightly, Frid's figure appeared behind her, the sickle in her hand was chilling, she stared at these uninvited guests with bad eyes, and the demon hunter gestured to her to be safe.

The nun nodded and disappeared again.

Chapter 530 One of the Kings

"This is the blueprint for the renovation of the castle."

There is not much detailed data on the blueprint, most of which are the old dwarves' own annotations. These people's attention is all on the blueprint, as if their purpose of coming here is indeed to investigate a castle, and then record it in the king's book.

"There are no soldiers in ambush near the castle."

Frid whispered in Zelin's ear.

The nun's invisibility is very convenient to look around. Zelin couldn't think of what value his castle, which had been repaired for only a year, was worth the attention of Vizima's people, but caution can't go wrong.

"Looking at them, I am worried that they will investigate secretly."

"Are we working together?"

"I call it a kind tenant."

Frid said nothing, she disappeared again.

The hall of the castle is very large. The surveyor is recording. He is busy with the work. The demon hunter walks to the door of the hall and looks at the courtyard outside. In the courtyard, a blue-clad iron guard is holding his hands behind him, in the courtyard. Circle around, looking around the castle of the demon hunter.

There is nothing to worry about in the castle hall, they cannot go to the attic. But in the courtyard, he didn't want anyone to see the warehouse hiding the portal to the sky. Maybe it has nothing to do with the demon hunter itself. Zelin thought about one thing. If Philiba is right, Dixcher wants to let Mahakam, who is the protected territory of Temoria, go out independently and stay in Nifoga. Under the circumstances of the German army's pressure on the border, the Mahakam area became very sensitive.

After all, this is the largest steel producing area in the north, and it is also the densest place of weapons factories in the north. Weapons and armor are needed for war, and it is impossible for soldiers to go to the battlefield wearing common clothes and holding stones and wooden sticks. The loss of war is far greater than the country's output.

"A nice place, what do you think, Demon Hunter?"

The man in the blue iron guard saw Zelin with his eyes, and he said casually as if chatting. He didn't wear a soft leather cap like other blue iron guards, but a cloth hood. Here, Zelin could only see the lower half of his face.

"This is my home. No matter how you look at it in the eyes of outsiders, it is a good place for me."

Zelin walked over. "But for those who don’t know, it’s not that safe here. I don’t want to conflict with the king of Vizima, nor do I want news to spread that there is a blue-clad iron in the demon hunter’s castle. Wei is dead, so I have to tell you that there are two warehouses not to go. Those are places for researching potions and cultivating mutant viruses."

"Of course, no one likes a group of guys who probe their heads to inquire about other people's secrets." The man in the blue iron guard took off his hood. "So I think it is better to say something clearly in person, there will not be so many unnecessary ones. Suspicions and worries."

The demon hunter saw this man, although it was many years ago, when he was helping people clean up the magical plants in the local farmland and looking for the child who was taken away by the ghost dog. It had been six years since King Foltest ascended the throne. At that time, the old palace of Vizima was still inhabited by the blood-sucking demon bird turned into by Princess Yada. At that time Foltest's face was not as windy as it is now. Blowing traces of the sun.

"Your Majesty?"

Foltest was thin and had Zhang Junxiu's face-too handsome. He is just approaching forty years old.

"Do you know me? Very good, we can save a bunch of unnecessary explanations and introductions, as well as those complicated etiquette." Foltest, wearing a blue iron guard, raised his hand. "Unofficial visit, Let’s find a place where we can sit down and don’t care about them. They are not spies. I don’t like people who can sniff around with their noses." He pointed to a house. "Is there anyone in that room? It still stores viruses and magic." Place?"

"No, no one is there now."

This is the hut of the Dragonborn, which is normal, simple, and very characteristic of the Nords. Zelin snapped his fingers, and the remaining charcoal in the brazier in the middle of the house burned, casting the shadow of the ornament made of crab spider heads on the wall. On the nearby wall are two rabbits and a mention of garlic, as well as some carrots and tomatoes. A wooden barrel and boxes are piled in the corner.

"What is this?" the king asked the crab spider's head.

"Crab spider, a monster that likes to live in warm and humid places, can spit venom. Two huge crab claws can break a horse." Zelin looked at Foltest, he was very strange king. Why come here in person "Running in the forest is faster than humans, it is very dangerous, and it is also one of the important sources of income for demon hunters."

"I thought I would see many demon hunters gathering in the castle." The king sat in an armchair and found a comfortable posture. "I thought I would see many children training here. What about other demon hunters?"

"They went out to look for work and commissioned. The bread has to make money on their own, and the food won't fall from the sky."

"Not easy."

"I thought I would see the special envoy come with the king's order, or hang some striped flags at the city gate to greet the king?"

"Never mind the diplomatic rhetoric. Let's talk frankly, sir. Mahakam is the dominion of the dwarves, but I am still the protector of Mahakam. The army of the Nilfgardians is in the other side of Mahakam. Side, in other words, this is the front line. I believe in my generals and soldiers, but I will not sit in the castle waiting for news."

The king’s body was leaning forward slightly, his arms resting on his knees, his hands crossed and dragged against his chin. "The more the order is passed, the more likely it is to deviate. I will come to the battlefield so that the soldiers can hear my orders directly. See who they are fighting for. I am the king here. I welcome anyone to settle in the land under the white lily of Tamoria. Tell me, Master, when a demon hunter settles in this land, he will give this What does the country bring?"

Foltest narrowed his eyes.

"Can you provide levies?"