Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 2: Sheltering the Sand and Wind

[Name: Ivan (Christine)]

[Spiritual Essence: 1000]

[Armor: Griffin Armor - Primary (Damaged), Griffin Silver Sword - Primary (Damaged), Griffin Steel Sword - Advanced]

[Treasure: School Badge (Griffin)]

【Ingredients for wine soaking: None】

[Incarnation: Water Ghost]

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"Sure enough, my guess was right. After collecting the spirit essence, the ability to transform into an avatar will be unlocked."

Looking at the pale golden light curtain in front of him, Ivan nodded with satisfaction.

In this swamp-covered Velen, having a water ghost incarnation is very practical.

But what the hell are curios and infusions? Aren't these Black Monkey specialties? How can I get them in the wizarding world?

[Total spiritual essence has reached 1000. Unlocking the dungeon challenge function. The dungeon is being generated. Countdown: 23:59:59.]

There's actually a new feature? Ivan raised his eyebrows.

This is good news, but what will the dungeon be about, and what kind of rewards will you get after completing it?

It's just one day, I can wait.

He drew the dagger from his waist and walked towards the water ghost's body on the ground.

The materials on the water ghost can also be used to make potions, and some evidence is also needed to complete the commission.

In the dim hut, Ivan threw a string of water ghosts' right ears strung together with hemp rope onto the wooden table.

"Elder, the commission has been completed. Six water ghosts. According to the compensation we agreed on previously, plus the amount owed previously, the total is 240 orens."

The old man sitting opposite the wooden table was wearing a tattered linen robe, his body was hunched, and his face was covered with wrinkles like dried old tree bark.

"Thank you for your hard work, Master." His tone was very slow, like a gust of wind passing through a dry well, making a cold hum.

"I've said it many times, I'm not even close to being a master. I'm just an ordinary witcher apprentice." Listening to the elder's hoarse voice, Ivan couldn't help feeling a little irritated.

"Then, Elder, what about my reward?" Seeing that the old man was hesitating for a long time without mentioning the payment, Ivan couldn't help but take the initiative to ask.

"Master, can't you give me a few more days?" The elder raised his head, his cloudy eyes moving slowly in his sunken eye sockets. "I'll gather the villagers to raise money as soon as possible."

"Why do you need to raise money? I've cleared out all the water ghost nests near your village these past few days, which has more than doubled the size of your fishing grounds. Every day I see fishermen returning to the village with large catches. You must have earned quite a bit of gold."

Ivan frowned, "Also, the businessman who passed by last week..."

Having said that, Ivan fell silent and stopped talking.

He hated this village very much. The villagers here could be said to perfectly fit the image of the poor and rugged area of ​​​​Wizardry, where unruly people emerged.

Not only were they rude and impolite, they even occasionally engaged in robbery, relying on their large numbers to prey on lone merchants and pedestrians passing by.

This kind of thing is usually secretly directed by the elder in front of us, and the final benefits are also distributed by him.

But precisely because of this, this was the only village nearby that could afford demon hunting commissions. To heal his wounds and collect spirits, Ivan had no choice but to grapple with these people for a while. The wrinkles on the elder's face formed into a flattering smile. "Master, you're right. Thanks to you, our lives have been a little better these days."

He pursed his dry lips and then changed the subject, "But, as you know, there are quite a few lonely elderly people and children in this village, and most of the money the fishermen earn is used for living expenses."

"Master, our village is so poor, and we can't even offer a decent reward. Please be kind and be considerate of us poor people."

Ivan folded his arms, looked at him coldly, and didn't respond. He didn't believe a word of the elder's nonsense.

His patience was limited. Before the system was activated, he could still patiently argue with him.

And now? If you don't give it to me, I'm going to get it myself.

The elder looked at Ivan's cold golden vertical pupils, his body trembled slightly, and an inexplicable chill surged in his heart.

"You're right, Master." He forced a smile and pulled out a worn purse from his pocket and handed it over. "My little tricks are really not worthy of your attention."

Ivan grabbed the purse, opened it and counted it. The luster and weight of the gold coins inside were obviously inconsistent with the poverty the elder had just described.

Putting the extra gold coins on the wooden table, he stood up and turned to leave.

He has a physical aversion to such people and doesn't want to waste any more saliva on them.

The elder stared at Ivan's departing back, a sinister and vicious light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

He slowly walked to the back of the house and pulled a rope hanging on the outer wall.

Before he reached the village entrance, Ivan saw a group of people blocking the road from afar.

They were holding hoes and pitchforks in their hands, and some of them were carrying heavy fishing nets. The net ropes were still covered with mud and remaining fish scales. Ivan could smell the fishy odor from a long distance away.

The leader was a yellow-haired man who had had several disputes with Ivan. He was a notorious second-rate guy in the village. Every day he would entangle with a group of equally idle people to cause trouble everywhere.

He once tried to provoke Ivan, but became much more obedient after Ivan knocked out four of his teeth with a punch.

And today, he seems to have returned to his old ways?
Ivan walked straight to the opposite side of the group without stopping.

"Master, why are you leaving so quickly? What's the matter? Why are you in such a hurry?"

The yellow-haired man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth with a few missing teeth, his smile filled with mockery and malice.

"You better get out of the way, I don't have much patience."

Huangmao's expression instantly darkened, a hint of cruelty flashing in his eyes. He spat and cursed, "Freak! Do you really think you're such a big shot just because I called you Master?"

He raised the pitchfork in his hand, and the group of people behind him also became agitated. Some waved hoes, and some held fishing nets tightly, as if ready to take action at any time.

"Leave behind the Oren you snatched from us these days, as well as the armor and sword you're wearing," the yellow-haired man sneered, "perhaps we can show mercy and let you get out of here alive."

"Stolen?" Ivan couldn't help but laugh, looking at the group of "elite soldiers" in front of him. "Are you planning to fight me with this scrap metal?"

"What are you so arrogant about?" the yellow-haired man yelled, pulling out a pendant carved into the shape of a turtle from his bosom. "I've already heard that the turtle-shaped stone is the nemesis of freaks like you! From now on, I will return all the humiliation you have brought upon me!"

Ivan looked at the stone pendant in his hand, which he treasured like a treasure, and raised his forehead speechlessly.

It protects against sand and wind.

(End of this chapter)