Demon Hunter: I have a red gourd

Chapter 84 Have you become more handsome?
"Have you become more handsome?"

Ivan rode his chestnut horse, Chiyan, leisurely back to the Blue Guards' camp. The sunlight shone on him, casting a faint halo around him, highlighting his tall and straight figure.

The hot blonde beauty Weiss happened to be standing at the entrance of the camp at this time. Her blue eyes like gems glanced at Ivan inadvertently, and then her eyes froze instantly, and her slightly opened red lips were full of surprise.

"Why, you miss me so much after just two days of not seeing each other?" Ivan had a faint smile on his face. He gently pulled the reins and let Chiyan stop in front of Weiss.

"Stop being so conceited." Weiss rolled her eyes at Ivan, and a hint of imperceptible panic flashed in her blue eyes.

"Just now my eyes were blurry. If you look closely, your face is no different from before. It's just that I didn't sleep well last night, so I had some illusions."

She crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly. "Are you here to look for Roche? He's in the tent in the middle of the camp right now. Your timing is perfect."

"Thank you very much." Ivan smiled and waved his hand, controlling Chiyan to walk towards the center of the camp.

It seems that after swallowing that drop of purified holy blood of the elves, although her appearance did not change, her temperament underwent a drastic transformation, which even made this usually cold beauty unable to control her emotions and exclaimed in surprise.

The system's products are indeed top-notch. Since acquiring the characteristics of the elves, Ivan's five senses have been improved to varying degrees, and his body's lightness and agility have also been greatly enhanced.

If he were to fight Brian again now, Ivan was sure that he would be able to keep up with the sword speed of Brian, the cat school demon hunter, and even react easily.

However, apart from these changes, he did not feel any difference in other aspects of his body.

Perhaps his perception of nature had become more intimate? But he still had no idea what the elven magic Toruweier had mentioned was.

Perhaps this kind of power can only be unlocked by finding a teacher to teach it, and then opening the door to mystery.

Ivan raised his hand, gently opened the tent, and stepped into the barracks.

The tent was dimly lit, but Ivan could clearly see Roche standing in front of a sand table with a frown on his face. His fingers moved quickly and precisely on the sand table, as if he were having a silent conversation with it, carefully deducing the changes in the situation.

"Oh? Ivan, you're back." After hearing the voice, Roche raised his head, and the moment his eyes met Ivan, an extremely warm smile immediately broke out on his face.

"My team has reported to me that all the demons in the two villages have been completely eliminated. However, they found no trace of you. I thought that this was just the nature of you demon hunters, who liked to leave without saying goodbye after completing a mission."

"Of course not." Ivan slowly approached and placed Brian's steel sword on the sand table. "I have found the culprit that caused the villagers' souls to mutate, and I have completely eliminated it. From now on, those poor souls can finally rest in peace."

He paused slightly. "Besides that, this experience was also extremely rich and bizarre. I wonder if you'd be interested in hearing about it?"

"Oh? I had something to tell you, too. Since you have a story to tell, I'd love to hear it in detail." A hint of curiosity flashed in Roche's eyes, and he nodded in response. Ivan then slowly began to recount his various experiences during his trip to the elven ruins, including his encounters with the Scoia'tael and the Cat School witcher, Brian. He gave Roche a detailed account of everything.

However, he concealed some key information that might expose his true colors, such as the fact that the red gourd purified the holy blood of the elves and that Brian had turned into a giant, and did not tell Roche about it.

Roche nodded as he listened, absorbed in the conversation, sometimes frowning, sometimes showing a surprised expression, as if he was lost in thought.

After Ivan finished telling about his experience in the elven ruins, Roche strode forward, walked to Ivan's side, patted Ivan's shoulder with his strong hand, and his tone was filled with sincere gratitude.

"Ivan, thank you for your hard work this time. I originally just wanted you to eliminate those evil spirits, and that was enough, but I didn't expect you to do so much more. You really helped me a lot."

After saying that, Roche turned and walked to the back of the tent, where there was a leather bag that looked quite heavy.

Roche leaned over, grasped the handles of the leather bag with both hands, and lifted it up with a slight force. Then he walked steadily back to Ivan and handed the bag to him.

"Right now, the Blue Guards are in a critical stage of development, and resource allocation is tight. I can only allocate this much gold coins for now." Roche's eyes were filled with a hint of apology.

"Here's one thousand Oren, my personal reward for you on this mission. It's not generous, but it's a small token of my appreciation. I hope you don't mind."

One thousand orens!
Ivan was surprised. Roche was indeed a friend worth making close friends with. It was obvious that he had prepared the leather bag filled with gold coins long ago and placed it here to give to him in the future.

"I can't accept it." Ivan shook his head slightly. "Roche, have you forgotten? We've already agreed on the reward for this mission. I'll eliminate the demons, and you'll help me contact a warlock to find out the origins of the gem. Besides that, as a demon hunter, I can't accept any payment outside of the mission. It goes against my professional ethics."

"I have already contacted you regarding the warlock. The mission to eliminate the demon spirits was issued by the Blue Iron Guards, and it is a commission from Temeria. So I said that these thousand orens are my personal reward to you for the mission." Roche sighed.

"Ivan, it's probably hard for you to imagine how much your words in that village inspired me. Your unintentional reminder has given me a whole new perspective on many things and pointed me in a new direction."

"This little bit of gold is really insignificant compared to the huge help you have given me."

He paused briefly, a look of solemnity flashing in his eyes. "And your experience in the elven ruins this time has given me more clues, and further confirms the intelligence I've sent people to gather over the past two days."

"I was wrong. So wrong."

"That distant southern empire—Nilfgaard—is truly extraordinary!"

(End of this chapter)