Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 72: Toruvir
Ivan glanced at the elves below, focusing his attention on the elf female teller he had seen before.

Although he had already guessed from the lines on her arm muscles that she was not ordinary, he never expected that she was actually a member of the Scoia'tael, and apparently even a leader.

But what was she going to do by working as an ordinary female teller at Vivaldi Bank?
Is it to find out the specific identities of the wealthy people in Temeria and then launch targeted attacks?
At this time, she and the male captain of the Squirrel Party did not search around like headless flies like his team members, but stood together at the gate of the tomb.

"The Holy Grail of Ion Savini is crucial to our future plans. We absolutely cannot lose it." The hooded male elf said solemnly, "No matter the cost, I must recover it."

"But that would cause too much harm to your body." The female elf looked worried.

"As long as our elves can be freed from centuries of human oppression, what does this little harm matter?"

No, what are they going to do?

After hearing their conversation, Ivan, who was squatting on the stone pillar, suddenly became alert and had a bad premonition in his heart.

The male elf took out a light blue crystal ball from the package on his back, then slapped his chest hard. A mouthful of blood with a fishy and sweet smell spurted out of his mouth and was spat heavily on the crystal ball.

The moment the blood touched the crystal ball, strange ripples appeared on the originally calm surface of the sphere, and the dark blue light suddenly became stronger, as if awakened by the vital blood.

The male elf's body shook and his breath became a little weak, as if the blood had consumed him greatly.

"Please tell me where the Holy Grail of Ian Savini is now." He asked in a deep voice in the ancient language.

As if in response to his question, the faint blue light in the crystal flickered violently, and a vague picture gradually emerged in the light.

First, there was a blur of darkness, and then, tall stone pillars appeared on the screen. A man with two swords on his back was half-crouching on the top of one of the stone pillars. A shining golden cup was tied to his waist, shining mysteriously in the light and shadow.

Stone pillars? The female elf beside her frowned slightly and quickly looked around.

Soon, she found the location of the stone pillars. Then, she raised her head and met Ivan's eyes.

Almost at the same time, the male elf wearing a red turban put the whistle between his fingers into his mouth and blew hard.

A sharp whistle pierced the silent air. All the elves in the distance stopped what they were doing immediately after hearing the sound and rushed towards the location where the whistle came from.

In the blink of an eye, all the elves had gathered around the stone pillar. Their movements were in unison, and they all drew their bows and arrows, aiming their arrows at Ivan's position, waiting for the leader's order.

Ivan only felt a sharp pain in his brow. The top of the stone pillar was originally the best observation position, but once it was targeted by a group of excellent archers, it would not be a pleasant experience.

Now he has become a dangerous living target.

"Despicable human!" The male elf captain's brows were full of anger. He seemed to have no intention of communicating with Ivan. Instead, he waved forward, signaling his men to shoot at Ivan together.

"Wait a minute." The female elf beside him held his arm and stopped the elves' actions.

"He's not human, but a demon hunter." She turned to look at Ivan, "Isn't that right?"

"That's right." Ivan shrugged. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Ivan, and I'm a demon hunter."

He first put on an orange-yellow Quinn shield and asked, "How about this? Is there any possibility of mutual communication?"

"Of course I do." The female elf chuckled. "Why don't you come down and talk? Our necks are getting sore from looking up at you all the time."

The male elf was about to stop him, but the female elf gently patted his shoulder, signaling him to remain silent. He immediately fell silent and didn't say anything. This was exactly what Ivan wanted.

If he stayed on the stone pillar and quarreled with these elves, he would not be able to launch an effective counterattack and would only be beaten in vain.

He first clung to the stone pillar and slid down the surface for a distance. When he reached the right height, he suddenly jumped down and rolled quickly after landing, cleverly relieving the impact.

The moment he landed, the elves around him took a few steps forward and surrounded him tightly in the middle.

Although surrounded, Ivan felt more relaxed than before.

He looked at the female elf with two pigtails and said, "Now, it should be your time to get off work, right?"

"I wonder if you could tell me your name this time?"

The female elf smiled the same sweet smile she had when she was promoting business at Vivaldi Bank.

"Guest, it seems we are truly destined to meet. In that case, I will tell you your name."

"My name is Toruvel Epp Cecil. The serious-looking man next to me can be called Iorveth."

【Truveir↓】

【Iorveth↓】

So that’s it, it’s them two, old acquaintances.

Ivan suddenly understood.

"Witcher, what school are you from?" Iorveth asked in a cold tone, staring into Ivan's cat eyes.

"Griffin School." Ivan pulled out his school badge from around his neck and showed it to him.

After seeing his badge, Iorveth's eyes softened a little, but were still filled with vigilance and hostility.

Unlike humans, the friendliest school of witchers for elves may be the cat school, as only this school will accept apprentices of other races.

The founder of the Cat School was a half-elf named Gizlas, and their fighting style is inherited from the elves, focusing on agility and speed.

Therefore, the relationship between the Cat School witchers and the elves has always been good.

As for the Griffin School, they have a good reputation among all races, which is why Iorveth's attitude softened a little after seeing his emblem.

The good qualities of our ancestors have benefited those who came after us.

"Then, Ivan, could you explain why a demon hunter like you would appear in the tomb of our elves?"

"Furthermore, why did the Holy Grail of our elves also happen to appear at your waist?"

Toruvel glanced at the golden cup on Ivan's waist and asked with a chuckle.

(End of this chapter)