The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"No, as you said, everything has its use. The two swords will also perform their duties in battle." Zelin snorted. "I am carrying two swords and the knight is carrying a gun at the same time Riding a war horse is no different."

Although the Griffin School does not want the Cat School or the Bear School to specialize in sword fighting, they prefer to fight with seals, just like the Snake School specializes in potion battles. They are called the alchemists among the demon hunters. The Griffin School can say It is a person who specializes in magical combat in the demon hunter. But even so, Zelin's sword skills can still be called a master of swordsmanship. As for the wolf school? Those guys seem to know everything.

"Interesting, I should also find time to try to bring an extra sword, but to get back to business, what do you want me to do?" Bediwell smiled, and revealed the previous topic "Is there a place to help, please don't hesitate." Say, this is Camelot, and your statement will be treated fairly."

"I want to ask you about your Majesty the Knight King." As soon as Zelin said, Bediville's hand subconsciously held the hilt of the sword at his waist. To the knight's reaction, Zelin glanced at his right hand with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm not a spy. Have you ever seen a spy come to the knight who manages the country to inquire about it?"

"Be careful, some spies might do the opposite." Bediwell shook his head and let go of the hilt, but Zelin could feel that the knight's vigilance didn't relax at all. If Zelin had any With the change, Bediwell can definitely draw out the knight sword at the first time, but in such a small place at the gate of the palace, the demon hunter raised his hand to release the seal of Aksi. I am afraid that the knight could not understand what happened if he was controlled. What happened.

"I entered the city with your Knight King this morning." Zelin explained. "If I remember correctly, a magician who calls himself Merlin saw me."

"Oh~ it's you." After Zelin mentioned Merlin, Bediwell breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hand. "Are you the mercenary whom Mr. Merlin mentioned to protect my king from returning safely? Your name is Zeju, right? Right?"

"If the pronunciation is correct, my name is Zelin. The premise is to rule out that Meilin also saw a counterfeit named Zeju." Zelin held the knight's hand extended. "By the way, I don't need to test me. I just want to understand What kind of experience did the people I protect have?"

"The Anglo spies just want to know Camelot's secrets, oh~ don't care, I'm not talking about you." Seeing Zelin's face a little displeased, Bediville smiled slightly, "I'm just stating the facts. And, your eyes seem to be very special."

"It's also an unacceptable fact." Zelin withdrew his hand expressionlessly. "Don't care, ma'am, I didn't mean to be offended." As a demon hunter, he has long been accustomed to the misunderstandings of other people. Humans and non-human races on the continent are often hostile to each other. Demon hunters who mutate from humans are not immune. In cities where different races are mixed, the tight relationship often leads to large-scale conflicts, such as Barr. In the Vikan area, Zelin is absolutely unwilling to go there. If the ruler does not intervene, Balvikan's ethnic conflict will inevitably turn into a massacre.

"Female, madam?" Bedwell was taken aback for a moment, then he sighed, took off his iron gloves and threw it at Zelin. Looking at the unknown demon hunter, the knight said solemnly, "I will use a duel to tell many people who misunderstand me how to call me in the future. Don't worry, you have two swords on your body. I don't think they are decorations. We just need them. Let’s talk about it, that’s it."

"Duel? Is this one popular here?" Zelin took the glove thrown by Bediveville and looked at it carefully. "The material is good, from the hands of an excellent blacksmith. You need to fight me with the glove? Sorry, why not How about the customs of my hometown for dueling?"

"The habits of your hometown? No problem" Bediwell agreed confidently. Generally speaking, it is impossible for him to start a duel just because others recognize him as a woman. In this way, he wants to understand the level of the man who is the so-called Guarding Knight King Returning, whether he is a strong fighter or a deceit. Superb gambler. If Zelin is weak, the credibility of the story he tells will be greatly reduced. Altria is an excellent knight and a strong warrior, but Bediwell has followed the Knight King for many years, and he knows his own A monarch may not be as common-sense as a civilian in some respects. He didn't want Altria to be deceived by a liar.

Although Zelin felt that he was both a fighter and a gambler.

"Okay, let's come to another place." Seeing the knight who was unconscious of stepping into the trap, Zelin let out a sneer. "You will never win against me in a duel, trust me."

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Chapter 18 Merlin's Melancholy

"What a strange world."

In the Camelot Palace, an old man in a large light blue tight-fitting robe stood under King Arthur's throne. The years left a deep mark on his face, his wrinkled skin resembled dry tree bark, gray hair protruding from the dark brown turban that wrapped his forehead, and a stubborn mustache under his pointed, hooked nose. But age didn't make his eyes muddy, on the contrary, the wisdom of time was mixed into the clarity of the young man. In fact, all three generations of British kings listened to his language and regarded him as their most trusted advisor, whether it was King Aurelius, King Uther, and now King Arthur.

"Yes, Merlin." The girl sat on the throne and faced the over-hundred-year-old man. She not only simply regarded him as a consultant, but Merlin was also her mentor, prophet, and best friend. Merlin has been helping the girl before she ascended to the throne. After she ascended to the throne, Merlin will tell her many important suggestions, or use magic to help the girl in the war. More than once, the old magician helped the girl to repair the war. The wall was broken and the soldiers who tried to climb the wall to attack the girl were thrown down.

There was a duel between King Knight and King Berlinor. At that time King Berlinor refused to fight with swords many times and only fought with spears. In the first two spear trials, the two were equally divided. In the third time, King Arthur was unfortunately defeated. When the girl who refused to accept the defeat drew the sword in the stone with her, the sword in the stone broke. Thanks to the help of the magician, the girl was able to escape the catastrophe. Obtain the holy sword named Excalibur-Broken Steel Sword from the elves in the lake.

"We know very little, but we can at least be sure that people in another world will not be interested in our kingdom and land. The threat of the Anglo-Saxons is the top priority." Merlin whispered, his voice getting more and more. Low until the girl couldn't hear it at all. The magician often sinks into his thoughts, whether he is alone or facing the King of Camelot. But the girl didn't care. She just waited quietly. It took a few minutes before Merlin came back to her senses. "Oh~ Your Majesty, I'm sorry, what happened just now."

"I returned to Camelot with the help of a magician in that world." The girl replied.

"Oh, yes, the magician, there is also a...hand mask hunter who protects you from coming back?" Merlin opened his mouth and uttered the lame noun with some difficulty. As the offspring of the combination of Nightmare and the mortal girl, the magician has something beyond that. The life span of ordinary people, but time is still consuming his health. One day Merlin’s life will come to an end. Magic can't stop the aging of her body before this. For example, the pronunciation of "It's a strange name, the opinions of people in other worlds and ours Is it different..."

"It's a demon hunter, a demon, not a mask." The girl seriously corrected the advisor's mistake, and then said to her advisor with some concern, "He once told me that a creature named Wild Hunt entered Britain, half of The snowstorm a month ago was caused by them. I am worried that these wild hunts have not left the British Isles." The girl and Zelin have seen many monsters and unknown corpses that died in the hands of the monsters. The girl does not want to see the same monsters enter Britain. The consequences.

"It can cause a blizzard, a great threat." Merlin shook his head. He knows how much the supernatural power has had on the ordinary kingdoms. If a blizzard suddenly causes no grains in the grain fields during the harvest, it will be difficult for Camelot to survive the invasion of the Anglo-Saxons. The nobles who are very dissatisfied with Toria's succession may also take the opportunity to rebel.

When facing rebellion and foreign enemies, the girl will lead her knights into battle, but the girl has never understood that building a country is more difficult than defeating foreign enemies by war. "My king, since you have returned, I will go back to Wales for a while. Time, study the news you brought back. Also, I suggest you go and ask the demon hunter about..."

"Wild hunting."

"Yes, wild hunting." Merlin coughed a few times and cleared his throat. "He must know more about wild hunting than my old man knows. When I go back to discuss with Vivian, maybe I can find something valuable. Come. My king, what do you think of that demon hunter?"

"He is a knight. Although he does not have the title of knight, his behavior is enough to earn him the title of knight." The girl recalled the days Zelin had experienced with her. "I am honored to meet him."

"If you are a knight, my king, you should thank him for his help." Merlin pulled the turban on his forehead downward. He always wanted to teach the girl how to live as a normal person. Since the girl pulled out the sword in the stone, she has become more and more like a perfect king, but the distance from ordinary people is getting farther and farther. People are willing to follow the king. When the king is also a saint, the only knights who really want to follow the creed are probably those knights who truly abide by the creed. In this regard, the girl’s father, King User, did better than her. King User knew when and how to reward his subordinates. The nobles and knights also know when to punish them or show forgiveness. It's a pity that in the girl's world, there are only black and white.

"Yes, I should reward him. You said before that the king shouldn't ignore the kind help from others." The girl nodded in agreement, rolled her eyes and began to think about what kind of rewards Zelin should give, and at the same time she was stunned. Mao also turned like a rattle with her thinking. It was obvious that gold could not attract Zelin, and it was even more impossible to canonize a knight. Zelin was not someone who would be tied to the king's hands, even if the king was Altria. But besides gold and official position, what else can be worthy of the person who helped the king.

After a few minutes, the girl made a fist with her left hand and slapped her right hand, and the spinning dull hair also gave a heavy meal. "I thought about it, I want to treat him to a big meal! A banquet will definitely make Zelin happy! Hmm, you have to prepare. There is enough food, and enough wine and meat.” Altria was obviously caught in the beautiful picture she had conceived. Merlin shook her head helplessly as she watched. It is probably only the girl herself who can be happy because of a banquet. .

The girl didn’t notice Merlin’s eyes and counted the food with her fingers. “Roasted bear meat sprinkled with salt, grilled sardines, and the wine in the cellar may finally come out. Gurnivel has no reason to oppose me for a banquet this time. Only me and Zelin’s banquet will definitely not be hungry by other people eating too much, yes, yes, the most important main course can’t be forgotten, just look up at the stars when it’s almost time to catch the fish. When the main course is ready! Merlin, what do you think of my idea?"

"...My king, you can be happy."

At this time, Zelin, who was walking on the street with Bediwell, suddenly sneezed. For some reason, the chill from the direction of the castle made him a cold war. He rubbed the tip of his nose. "The wind along the coast is so big, it seems I want Wear more linings." Looking at Bediwell who looked at him curiously, Zelin put down his hands and brought the topic back to the topic just now. "Knight Bediwell, just now you said that there was a rumor about the king, what is it? Kind of rumors."

After winning the duel with Bediwell, the knight finally told Zelin something about the girl, but what he didn't expect was that as a knight, he would understand the rumors circulating among the people. Zelin had seen many nobles smile or anger at the people who told him the rumors when faced with the rumors, but few people understood that the rumors reflected the people’s deepest thoughts on the noble kings. . Some things they didn't dare to say, but they were unwilling to stuff them in their hearts. In the end, they could only spread in the pubs and alleys in the form of rumors.

"For more than ten years, my king stopped growing after drawing the sword in the stone when he was a teenager. This is not in line with common sense. During the war, people would only think that my king was the king sent by heaven to save Britain, but the war passed. , Rumors that our king is actually a demon in disguise will appear in Camelot. "When it comes to the rumor makers, Bediville's face is not angry, but worried.

"Some rumors are right. Ten years later, the king has become... more like a king, just a king, or a creature called a king holding a holy sword, rather than... a human being. I I know this is very transgressive, but my king shouldn’t be like this. I hope my king can have her life instead of..." Bediwell bit his lip, but did not continue.

"Rather than becoming a symbol called Britain, worshipped as a god, or knocked down to the ground, right?" Zelin took the words of the knight, he didn't have so much scruples, and the sea came from the port on the riverbank in the distance. The chirping of birds and the evening sun cast the last lingering light on Camelot’s land. Farmers who had finished a day’s work outside the city returned to the town one after another. Everything seemed so orderly, but it was all based on the girl. In terms of unmatched prestige and strength, if this country loses its young girl, it is like a tall building suddenly loses its foundation. The collapse is just a matter of seconds.

"Being strong will not only attract worship, but also jealousy and suspicion, which will eventually evolve into fear and hatred. I know this very well, knight, I know very well."

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Chapter Nineteen The Fish Head That Will Not Snatch Anymore

At night, a bright crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the cool sea breeze blows across the golden sandy beaches of the eastern coast of the British Isles, strokes the endless green wheat fields on the English plains, and brings the fresh fragrance of wheat into Camelot. Standing on the balcony of the palace castle, Zelin took a deep breath. The fresh oxygen made his mind sober. After this afternoon, Altria found him, and hoped that Zelin could participate in the castle by a girl specially prepared for him. Banquet. It was originally a banquet, but in fact it was just two people having a meal together. Zelin agreed without thinking about it. People he once saved from monsters would sometimes give some to the demon hunters to express their gratitude. Food, he has seen more in the past 100 years.

"Zelin, um~ this is a famous British delicacy, how do you feel?" Altria cut the meat off the roast chicken with a enjoyable dining knife, then put it into his mouth with a silver fork, chewing in small mouths Get up. The impeccable table manners show that the girl has indeed received a good education. If you do not pay attention to the number of empty plates on the table and the honor of the central main dish, the faint candlelight, the cool night breeze, the'delicious' delicacy , Moving girl, this can also be called an enjoyable dinner.

"I remember I saw a whole roast chicken on this plate a minute ago." Zelin turned his head, and took a breath of inconceivable after seeing the tragedy on the table. "I never knew you could do magic. Did you hide the roast chicken in your sleeve?" Although you learned the appetite of the girl when you were on the road together, Zelin still couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the girl let go of eating without worrying about food reserves. She was obviously a slender and petite girl, but she had more appetite than any big stomach king Zellin had ever seen. It was hard to imagine what terrible stomach she had under her flat belly.

"Use food to do magic? It's waste! Waste is shameful!" The girl condemned the above behavior while knocking on the table, but what she said without eating would be more convincing. The dumb hair on the top of the head seemed to sway violently because of the owner’s anger. After several days of getting along and observing, Zelin found that the unique hair on the top of the girl’s head seemed to be not that simple. I thought it was just that the girl’s hair was a little messy, but When several times when he wanted to help her press it down, Zelin would have an unknown premonition in his heart, forcing him to give up.

After destroying the last complete piece of chicken in front of her, the girl finally picked up the thrilling main dish, and at the same time greeted Zelin, "Come on, Zelin, let me introduce you to the most famous main course in the Kingdom of Britain." , Look up at the starry sky! Don’t underestimate this dish, it’s a delicacy that will make the Gauls across the sea willing to bow down."

"Well, I think people everywhere will bow down before the cooking of this dish." Zelin tried his best to keep his eyes on the few deadly sardines in the bread and cheese, the fish head raised up as if shouting to the sky. The unfair treatment he suffered is like telling Yu Sheng's tragic experience. If Zelin suddenly saw a plate of such weird things on the ground during the trip, he would definitely throw a wave of Igne’s seal to try if it was some kind of bandit trap, and then use the Alder’s seal. Blow up the remaining wreckage to prevent ordinary people from frightening the night road.

"Do you know Zelin, this is a delicacy with ancient traditions. This pie was invented to celebrate the catch. It is said that seven different fish are used in the original recipe. Now there is still a month away from the catch, and you can only use the cellar. The sardines stored in the sardines are the most commonly used. After carefully grilling the fresh fish, mixing them with other traditional ingredients, such as cream, boiled eggs and boiled potatoes, can make the world's most delicious." The girl proudly introduced Zelin. Seeing the girl's excitement, Zelin was really embarrassed to refuse her kindness. He sat opposite the girl, carefully cut off the fish head protruding from the cheese, and put the fish head on the plate while considering whether to perform an exorcism ritual before going to bed.

Seeing that Zelin seemed to understand the deliciousness of this famous dish, the girl nodded in satisfaction, and said to the outside, "Gurnivel! Please bring the rest of the dish and look up at the stars."

"Altolia, wait, you just said that waste is shameful. If there are too many dishes on the table to eat all of them, isn't this another waste?" Zelin tried his best to persuade him, for some reason. He thought of the situation during the trial of the grass. The only difference was that the food in front of him was not the poison configured by the witch, but in terms of psychological pressure, Zelin thought it was no different from the pressure he had to face when he drank the poison.

"Well, that's what I said." The girl sighed in agreement, and then seriously opened her eyes. At this moment, she was suddenly full of fighting spirit. "So I won't let the food be wasted. I will do the next pie. Solve it yourself!"

"..." Zelin was speechless

Before long, a beautiful figure slowly walked from the door of the room. She has the same golden hair as Altoria. The wavy hair is smoothly draped over her shoulders. The long dress made of silk is dull and dull compared to her beauty, and it is as delicate as ceramics. The faces of the two are equally equal to those of Altoria, and the only height of the two can only be discussed from the aspect of temperament. If you speak directly about the appearance, I am afraid that no one can tell who is better and who is inferior. Altria took the plate from Gurney Vale very politely, "Thank you, Gurney Vale."

"This is my honour, my king," Gurney Vale also replied. In Zelin's eyes, the two of them are not like kings and queens. Although the fact that a girl has a queen is incredible in itself, Zelin has not seen it. Queen, now the ruler of Livia is a queen, but the queen...

Zelin couldn't help but add a layer of meaning to the girl's eyes.

However, before considering something about the girl, an unusual aura on Gurney Weir attracted the attention of the demon hunter. Zelin squinted his eyes, and the golden beast pupils were shining in the candlelight, which ordinary people couldn’t. The breath that I saw turned into a crimson mist and appeared in Zelin's field of vision, surrounding Gurney Vale. It stands to reason that living with Altria for a long time, besides herself, most of the queen's body should be the breath of a girl. But in the vision of the demon hunter, the aura that entangled Gnevere's body was not King Arthur, but the unique aura of another knight he had seen-Lancelot.

Interesting, interesting...

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