The Journey of the Demon Hunter

It seems that we have to consider saving a sum of money again. Indeed, if there will be more apprentices coming here to receive training as demon hunters, or other demon hunters move in, this castle is too small, and Zelin does not expect to be expanded to the scale of Kyle Morkhan. , But some more scope must be added.

I hope he can still contact Oaks. In terms of architecture, he still believes in the old dwarf and his construction team.

If the Dragonborn intends to go back to the sky, there may be no one guarding the castle for a while. The war is a good time for the demon hunters to go out, and it is a good time to expand the castle at this time.

There was a new Hidden Blade that had not yet been completed on the desktop. He was considering whether he could transform the Hidden Blade into a Hidden Arrow, a small crossbow arrow that can be hidden in the sleeve. If it is equipped with a crossbow arrow with lightning effect, it will be close. It's hard to react to shooting. On the side, the master griffon armor is placed on his desktop, and he is using some elven repair tools to repair the corners of the armor.

When everything was close to completion, Zelin put down the tools in his hand and blew out the candles on the tabletop.

Lying on the bed, listening to the sound of the cold wind blowing on the blinds, the demon hunter gradually fell into a deep sleep.

The wind was so strong that it blew across the valley with whistling noises. The cold moonlight is densely covered with silver threads on the blinds.

Next to the cupboard, the motionless doll turned to the bed. The room became silent, and the sound of the wind seemed to be blocked. The lady doll walked slowly without footsteps or any sound. She slowly raised her hands, overlapping. To her chest, she walked to the bed. Slowly, lower your body.

It's windy.

It's like the sound of hitting a rock, and it's like whispering.

A gust of cold wind blew on Ze Lin, and the wind brought an unknown whisper in the distance.

How long has the time passed, Caryl?

Time is meaningless, Irene.

He saw dust, candlelight, broken clay pots that were swept to the corners, jars, jars, figures lying on the ground, and shadows swaying in the candlelight, shining through the skylight into the blood moon here. He knows this, he knows it, he knows what it is. Time has not left any traces here, time has no meaning here.

They are dying.

We are helpless, Irene. Who can stop the existence that is completely beyond our ability to understand, when we have committed such a mistake.

They... are dying.

The dagger left by the demon hunter was as new as ever, and the candlelight flickered nearby. Doctor Yusevka was lying on the ground calmly, as if resting, but holding the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. On the contrary, Amelia seemed to have a nightmare, cold sweat covered her forehead, and her long silver hair, which was almost the same height as her, became messy and covered with a lot of dust.

The sound of the wind, the violent wind. Lying on the ground in deep sleep, breathing was like a slight figure of a dead body. This is a dream, a hopeful but absurd dream, a dream that is about to end, waking up or dying with the dream.

What about the original sin committed by our ancestors, we should not bear such a curse forever. It's not fair...it's not fair at all...

Is this unfair?

Fair...

Curse...

Curse those demons, curse their offspring...

Curse their offspring, even eternity...

In the name of a devotee of blood...

There seems to be a cool breeze passing through the gaps in the blinds, blowing the shoulders and skirt corners of the doll.

It's windy.

Dreamland, what is dreamland.

Zelin didn't know, he saw Yanan, as if he had been here for the first time two years ago. So lifelike and so delicate, he saw Ulton Chapel again, with such a real touch, the incense in the air, and the dust slightly raised in the moonlight. He heard a lot and saw a lot.

In his dream.

It was still so dense that the entire church became hazy, those statues in cloaks that bowed down, and those statues whose facial features were obscured by age. There are also people he knows. Yusevka, Amelia, Father Gascoigne, and the nuns who escaped from Yahagul, have a temperament like a noble prostitute. There are several others, the old lady and the young man who were rescued by the hunter. They all fell asleep, only the rustle of Toba's cloak when Irene moved her body in the church.

That is a dream, it must be a dream.

But it is not much different from reality.

He seemed to want to close his eyes, but saw another scene.

It is not a silent scene.

The same is the Orton Chapel. Amelia was leaning against the wall. She was a little uncomfortable. It seemed that her semi-animalized state made her feel a little dizzy. Yusevka was comforting her, although the doctor’s eyes also showed that she was right. Feeling helpless about this incident, she comforted Amelia, while turning her head to look at the gate near the chapel, which was the gate where the demon hunter left when he went to the hunter's workshop. The prostitute on the side stretched out amorously, but the sudden abdominal pain made her frown slightly. The terrified nun sat in the corner of Ahagul, her head down and her arms around her knees without saying a word.

"Don't worry, doctor. The hunter is very skilled, he will be fine." The priest's wife Viola, who is looking after his daughter, comforted Yusevka. "Maybe he found something, so he was delayed. ."

"Thank you, Viola." Yusevka smiled slightly. It’s just that under the brilliance of the blood moon, this smile looks so weak and pale

This is Orton Chapel, but it's not. He was in the same place, but he saw two different scenes.

What is dream, and what is reality?

"Go, kind hunter." The doll's fingers touched her eyes slightly, and a teardrop-like stone appeared in her hand. She slowly put the teardrops gently into the closed eyes of the demon hunter. On.

"Go, good hunter."

The doll stood by the cupboard, as usual.

It's windy.

Chapter 533 Expansion Plan

"Your complexion doesn't look good. Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Fortunately, the wind blew the window open yesterday." Zelin rubbed some of his eyes that couldn't be opened. For the first time, he felt so sleepy. He can only blame the disturbing wind and strange dreams yesterday. It may be that he was a little too worried about Yanan's friends and acquaintances, and he had such a dream. Zelin walked down the stairs, just in time to see another demon hunter.

"George, you're back." Zelin greeted, "What's the news outside?"

Another demon hunter of the Griffin School was writing something in the notebook in the castle hall. The book contains a lot of useful information, most of which are related to hunting monsters, about the monsters that these hunters saw when they went to other places, and the experience they learned when dealing with monsters. It may be a little experience, but when it comes together later, it is a very valuable asset.

After all, the current knowledge of demon hunters is something that the ancient demon hunters summed up with their lives and blood.

"There is a lot of news, everywhere."

George put down his pen and said to Zelin, "Remember the Flying Lion school you mentioned when you came back from Towson, I went to the east, in Anglin, near the Serekania Desert, to inquire about them News."

"Found their castle?"

"Of course not, but I found that there was a lot of news about monsters in Serekania. Monsters in the East. I noticed that in the desert, the job of hunting monsters is done by bounty hunters and mercenaries. I guess The castle of the Flying Lion School may have been ruined like Kyle Morhan.” George’s quill was soaked with ink on the side, and he continued to write on it, “I haven’t heard anything from the desert people’s mouth. Hunter-related news."

"Maybe there is something wrong." Zelin joked. "I heard that the desert was actually a forest in the past. Later, they invented an engineering device that would spray green flames. As a result, as the Serekania Empire conquered the whole An area, there is a desert."

"You don't mean to go to Serekania, do you?"

"Maybe, maybe when the monsters in this area become less and less, we will consider hunting monsters elsewhere." Zelin shrugged. "Have you seen Gerd?"

"Yes, I asked him to bring a telescope to Skelliger. We can contact them at any time. I plan to tell them that the monsters in the Aden area are rampant recently and they can come here to find a commission." George wrote After finishing the things in his hand, close the notepad, "You have also seen it, although there is no warning now, within a month, there will be demon spirits and corpse-eating creatures everywhere in Aden."

This doesn't need George to remind, Zelin can also imagine what it will be like.