Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 23 Halflings

One evil ghost chieftain has 100 spirit essences, which means that if Ivan kills two more evil ghost chieftains, he can become the leader of this kind of evil ghosts and even command wild evil ghosts to help him fight.

However, the chance of a chief being born in the evil ghost tribe is extremely low, and it is not easy to find two more.

Similarly, the Submariner also has corresponding upgrades.

Water ghost - drowned ghost - mud ghost.

In the Demon Hunter books, these three creatures all fall under the category of water ghosts, which are corpse-eating creatures. However, water ghosts are inherently low-intelligence, and even the highest-ranking mud ghosts are only slightly more powerful, but lack the ability to command all water ghosts like the evil ghost chief.

"Damn!" Ivan patted his head and felt a little regretful.

If I had known that I would unlock my incarnation by killing these twenty or so evil ghosts, I would not have directly blown down their nest.

What if I could transform into a demon, enter their lairs, and look for treasures they have collected?
Although the demon hunter books didn't record that the evil spirits had such habits, it was likely that only rotten flesh would be found inside. But, what if?
After all, no senior demon hunter would choose to crawl into the evil demon's lair to explore. Even with such a habit, it would be impossible to discover it, right?

Shaking his head, Ivan drove this wild thought out of his mind. He bent down and looked for any signs of the merchant caravan being killed.

His actual commission was to retrieve his goods, not to hunt evil ghosts. Clearing the evil ghosts' nest was only a last resort.

Soon, following the traces of the wheel tracks, Ivan found several dead horses and cargo boxes scattered on the ground.

The lower half of the horse's body had been gnawed by the evil ghost until only white bones were left, with clear teeth marks on the bones, which was a shocking sight.

The crates were also violently opened, their contents rummaged through. It looked like the work of evil spirits. Ivan guessed that after using their sharp claws to open the crates, they discovered there was no food inside and dumped the food on the ground.

Ivan squatted on the ground and casually rummaged through the goods scattered on the ground.

"What is this, tree bark? Can something like this be sold at such a high price?"

He frowned and looked at the other pile. "Wait, those over there... If I'm not mistaken, they're beetles, right?"

"These things look a bit normal, they're cheese, right? But, there's white hair growing on them! Can we still eat them?!"

No matter which world he is in, he is a complete business idiot, so he has no idea what resale value these things have.

"Forget it, the mission has been completed. What goods he sells has nothing to do with me." Ivan stood up and patted the dust off his body.

"Go back and get your money!"

After walking a few steps, he muttered, "It seems like it's time to buy a good horse. Walking like this is such a waste of time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a puff of smoke rose around him, and his figure quickly blurred. The next moment, Ivan had transformed into a wolf assassin, sprinting towards his target at high speed.

"Demon Hunter, are you saying that you have taken care of all those beasts by yourself?"

In the luxurious hotel room, a short man in green sat across from Ivan. His nose was red, and he stared suspiciously into Ivan's cat-like eyes. His suspicions were not without reason; after all, Ivan was far too calm right now.

Not only were his clothes spotless without a trace of blood, they weren't even wrinkled at all, as if he hadn't just returned from a dangerous lair of evil spirits, but was simply taking a leisurely walk.

What was even more puzzling was that his expression was as calm as water, without any sign of tension or fatigue. He even had the leisure to pick up the teacup and take a sip slowly.

However, he soon saw Ivan's brows frowned, as if he was not satisfied with the taste of the tea.

"Demon Hunter, are you sure you are not kidding? Those evil demons are not easy to deal with! Several people in my guard team were left there forever." The merchant spoke very quickly, and seemed to be in a hurry.

"Why don't you send a few of your men over to take a look and find out?" Ivan shrugged and interrupted him. "By the way, don't forget to bring your carriage. Your cargo boxes have been completely messed up by the evil spirits and are now scattered on the ground."

Hearing Ivan's words, the merchant immediately jumped off his chair - the reason why I say jumped is because he was too short, probably only slightly taller than a child of six or seven. He turned around with his bare hairy feet and called his men.

Halfling.

Ivan leaned back in the comfortable soft chair in the luxurious guest room and finally understood the identity of this businessman.

Halflings, a humanoid race.

When he first met the businessman, Ivan thought he had dwarfism. It was not until he saw his huge feet covered with curly hair and obviously disproportionate to his body that he realized that he was actually a halfling.

According to the knowledge passed down by the mentors, halflings came to this continent long before humans.

Later, with the arrival of humans, they quickly became the rulers of this continent. Unlike elves and dwarves, the vast majority of halflings quickly accepted this reality and willingly submitted to the rule of these "adults." Therefore, halflings are the most successful humanoid race to integrate into human life.

A halfling is approximately 0.6 to 1.2 meters tall and looks like a human child, but has a mature adult face.

Their most distinctive feature is their large paws: not only are they broad and strong, but they are also covered with long, curly hair, making them highly recognizable.

Thanks to their feet, halflings are very agile. They can walk on rugged mountains and dense jungles as if they were on flat ground. They are even more dexterous than many human hunters.

In addition, they have a common habit: they really hate wearing shoes.

"A halfling actually chooses to become a traveling merchant? This is quite rare." Ivan touched his chin and thought secretly.

Halflings are a simple race, very hardworking and peace-loving, which is why they rarely conflict with humans. However, the only drawback is that most of them are not very smart, which means they are not well suited to doing complex business.

Most halflings choose to settle in human villages and make a living by farming or raising livestock.

The remaining few entered the city to engage in commercial activities, but they were all simple small businesses, such as winemaking, hotels and small workshops.

But now, this halfling is actually in the north, spanning many countries, engaging in cross-border trade?
With their personalities and the way they do things, aren't they really afraid of being eaten up by the monsters and demons they encounter along the way?
(End of this chapter)