Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 73 We are the same kind
For some reason, this female elf named Toruvir was very nice when she first met me.

Logically speaking, shouldn't she be very angry since she took their holy blood and holy grail?

Could it be that my looks conquered this female elf?

Haha, just lie to yourself with this kind of words. However, since she was willing to communicate with him, Ivan didn't want to make a big fuss.

"I'm a demon hunter, of course I'm here for a commission." He paused and sorted out his thoughts.

"Just eleven days ago, on the border between Kaedwen and Temeria, three small villages were massacred. Their souls were transformed into demonic spirits by some unknown means, so I was commissioned to resolve this issue."

Ivan stared at Iorveth's exposed eye. "By the way, various clues in the village indicate that the villagers in those three villages were killed by a new organization called the Scoia'tael. What do you think?"

"Nonsense!" Iorveth's exposed eye instantly widened, and the anger in it seemed to be bursting out. "Humans, these despicable apes have always been like this!"

"They stole our power, used it to take our land from us, and drove us from our homes."

"Now, they are trying to pin their own atrocities and crimes on us! How shameless!"

He was so angry. It seemed that his guess was correct. These things were not done by these elves.

Ivan thought about it in his mind and finally decided to add fuel to the fire and induce the angry elf to reveal more information.

"However, I also inspected the scene. Every corpse had a feathered arrow stuck into its body. The arrow shafts were made of elm wood and matched with goshawk tail feathers. Also, many squirrel tails were found at the scene. I heard that this is the symbol of the Squirrel Party."

Ivan suddenly showed a look of sudden enlightenment. "I just saw a lot of squirrel tails on your hats. Could you be the legendary Scoia'tael?"

"In that case, it's understandable that you don't want to admit it."

Iorveth's expression looked even more angry. He drew out the long sword from his waist with a swish, but Toruveil held his arm down again.

However, the expression of this female elf, who was originally smiling, became serious.

"Ivan, are you telling the truth? Did Squirrel Tail really appear at the scene?"

"Of course, I saw it with my own eyes." Ivan nodded. "And it was stuck with a dagger on the village signboard. It was very obvious and very provocative."

Toruviel and Iorveth looked at each other with serious expressions, obviously realizing the seriousness of the problem.

"We can be 100% sure that the Scoia'tael has not carried out any activities in Temeria." Toruvil stared sharply at Ivan's cat eyes.

"If what you say is true, then it means someone is deliberately trying to sow discord between us and Temeria."

Ivan smiled slightly. "Really? No action? Then why do you want to be an ordinary teller at Vivaldi Bank?"

"The first reason I came to Temeria was to find the exact location of Ion Savini's tomb."

"Secondly, a white-haired demon hunter once told me," Toruvir sighed, as if reminiscing. "If the elves want to continue to survive in this world, they must integrate into human society, coexist with humans, and reach a consensus."

"Although I don't agree with this idea, I still want to experience for myself what human society is like." "Have you changed your mind now?" Ivan asked curiously.

"Humans are indeed a filthy race."

"But it's not as dirty as I imagined." Toruweier's expression was complicated. It was obvious that this experience had changed her a lot.

"Although we Scoia'tael hate humans, we won't vent our anger on innocent civilians."

"At least, not yet." Toruvel's expression was sincere, not fake.

"Truviel, you don't need to explain to him." Iorveth spoke at this time, his tone cold. "Demon Hunter, you haven't explained clearly why you appeared in the tomb of Ion Savini. Also, why is Ion Savini's Holy Grail around your waist, and where did the holy blood inside go?"

"I've said it before. The souls of those innocent humans, influenced by some unknown force, remained in this world and turned into demonic spirits."

"After my investigation, I finally discovered that it was the red liquid you call Holy Blood that affected their souls."

"I took this golden cup mainly to study its nature and why the liquid inside it affects the human soul."

"As for where the holy blood you mentioned went," Ivan spread his hands. "I can guarantee that I didn't even touch it. I saw the cup of blood boil and evaporate into red gas, then disappear from the golden cup."

Well, strictly speaking, he was right.

"This is impossible! The holy blood must be hidden in you!" Iorveth wanted to attack again, but was held down by Toruviel and forced to calm down.

"Ivan, I believe you." Toruweier smiled at him. "We don't care about the Holy Blood, but Ian Savini's Holy Grail is really important to us. I wonder if you can return it to us?"

"I know very well how destructive a well-prepared demon hunter can be. Even though we are numerous, we may still lose many of our brothers and sisters in a battle with you."

"Demon Hunter, although you were once a human, you should know clearly now. Look at your eyes. Your body has mutated. They will no longer accept you."

"You are no longer human."

"Humans hate any race that is different from their own, even if the only difference is the shape of their ears or the color of their eyes."

"We, demon hunters, are of the same kind. Why should we take up arms and become enemies?"

"You can even join us and become one of us. I can assure you that there will be absolutely no elves or dwarves here who will show any discrimination against you."

"Of course, I've also heard that you demon hunters claim to uphold the principle of neutrality and never interfere in the affairs of nations or races."

"If that's the case, we won't force it. As long as you return the Holy Grail to us, we will become Scoia'tael's eternal friend."

"We can also offer you something in exchange. Anything you need, we'll consider it."

(End of this chapter)