God-level Demon Hunter

Love and hate intertwined in the vicissitudes of life.

"Old man, can I inquire about two people?"

A very friendly voice sounded, the old cripple glanced at the witcher with his cloudy eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Since the day the camp was established, the old cripple has been sitting here!" The old man's gray beard trembled slightly as he spoke, and he shook the cigarette pouch in his hand. "Although I am old and my legs and feet are weak, my memory has not declined."

"In the past few months, who has entered the camp and who has never returned is firmly in my mind. It is no exaggeration to say that the old cripple knows all the big and small things here." The old man nodded and his wrinkles raised Ru Qiu's forehead, "But young man, you have to understand that memory is a exhausting job..."

"I must have the hope of eating and drinking, otherwise, I will be powerless." After speaking, he looked at the demon hunter eagerly.

Well, doors are open for money.

This is already the fifth refugee Roy has consulted, and it is also the oldest one.

"I understand, please have a drink." Roy stuffed ten copper coins into the old man's palm very politely.

The latter immediately beamed with joy, secretly put the money into the empty dark wine bottle at his feet, and hid it under the bench.

"Tell me, what are their names and what do they look like?"

"Mato, Profe. Here, the portraits." Roy took out two portraits, which he drew based on the physical characteristics described by Yurga.

This time the coral is not around, he can only do it himself.

And he has no artistic talent, so he can be called a soul painter.

The masterpiece is crooked and crooked, like a distorted "stickman".

The old man looked at the two shocking works, his sparse gray eyebrows were tightly frowned, and a row of big yellow teeth bared in admiration.

Apart from having a basic human form, it doesn't seem to have much in common with creatures like humans.

Fortunately, the birthmark and other characteristics were highlighted by the witcher.

"Prophy, well-proportioned, six feet tall, unlike the skinny men in the camp, the mole on the left cheek is even rarer." The old man patted his head with the cigarette stick, "It's easy to identify, I have an impression, a week forward……"

Roy pricked up his ears.

Didn't the eerie red light in the woods happen a week ago?

"Ah!" The old man slapped his knees suddenly, and looked at the witcher pitifully, "Sorry, the old cripple has only eaten a piece of free black bread that is so hard that it cracks his teeth, and his stomach is so hungry that the acid water is burning Bad throat and brain, tired body, this lame leg is starting to hurt again, I can't remember."

"Give!"

The witcher magically took out a grilled chicken leg brushed with spices.

The old man swallowed greedily, glanced at Roy, who was smiling but not smiling, and started to gobble it up. The crazy and heroic way of eating seemed to be rejuvenated into a young man.

"Hmm..." A minute later, the old cripple wiped off the grease on his fingers, patted his stomach, and sighed contentedly. He chewed and swallowed the whole chicken leg with its brittle bones. "The old cripple remembered!"

"Profee entered the southern area of ​​the refugee camp a week ago. After staying for less than a day, he left in a hurry with a flustered expression. I think he must be going on a long trip."

A cold sweat broke out of Roy's palm, so Yurga's servant was probably already on his way back to Livia.

"Mato, he is slightly fat, with a horse face and a short beard... isn't he the servant of the honorary ambassador Ainz, and I will never forget it when he is turned into ashes!" ask,

"Mato is famous?"

"It's not just the old cripple, everyone in the refugee camp knows him, and he and his master often distribute relief food to us." The old cripple paused,

"But I heard that Ainz was kidnapped a week ago, Mato may have some responsibility to hide, isn't he wanted in the city? Anyway, I haven't seen him in the past week."

A trace of regret flashed in Roy's eyes. Mato was not hiding near the refugee camp, so it would be very troublesome to find him.

However, he heard a hint of irony in the old man's tone.

"You don't seem to like Ainz that much?" Roy stared at the old man with mocking eyes, "Didn't the honorary ambassador help you all the time?"

"You've never been in a camp, have you?" The old man stroked his short gray beard. "Ainz didn't distribute the food for free. The mayor will give you compensation. In fact, the selling price is a little lower than the market price."

"Besides Ainz, there are also several big businessmen who are helping our group of refugees who 'eat and drink for nothing'."

"But the free food that Ainz distributed..." the old man hesitated to speak.

"Is there a problem?" Roy's heart moved.

"Why bother to get to the bottom of it? Dude, I've told you all about Mato and Profi, and I'm sorry I couldn't help you." The old man shook his head at him, indicating that he could leave.

But Roy heard some overtones, and stuffed some money into his palm, this time it was a whole crown.

The old cripple held the coin and bit it with his teeth, and put the money into the bottle.

"With such a krona, even if you want to die, you can enjoy it before you die!"

The old man paused, lowered his voice and whispered in Roy's ear,

"The bread that Ainz sent us was made of the worst flour, maybe even expired flour. That profiteer also added sand and grass clippings to the bread."

"Everyone in the camp had diarrhea after eating his food, especially the old man with a poor stomach like me, as well as women and children." The old cripple shook his head with lingering fear, "I almost didn't go to see Lebioda directly at that time."

"But he was so hungry that he didn't eat. The young man's health was a little better and he was able to hold back his discomfort and eat."

Roy stroked his chin.

Yurga's testimony flashed in his mind—Honorary Ambassador Ainz approached him to negotiate a deal to buy bad food, but the righteous fat man directly refused.

The confession of the old cripple is completely consistent with the information disclosed by Yurga.

This honorary ambassador is undoubtedly a wolf-hearted black businessman.

"Does the mayor ignore this kind of thing? No one reported him?"

"If you say who is the most humble and lowly person in this world," the old cripple suddenly sighed, showing deep sadness, "it is a refugee who has left his hometown and is not valued by 'adults'!"

"It's a great mercy for them to give us a bite of food! Who cares whether the food is good or bad? We don't have a channel to report it!"

"Our only hope is to return home after His Majesty Foltest restores the fragmented mountains and rivers of Soden."

Roy turned silently and glanced at the bustling crowd below. His face was pale, his figure was thin, and he had been starving for a long time.

Some were arguing and shoving, some were sobbing, and some were sitting on the wet ground, like puppets who had lost their souls, with lifeless eyes.

In the camp, there are all kinds of suffocating negative emotions.

"By the way, Ainz's evil deeds don't stop there. He took advantage of his wealth and power to spoil several beautiful women!" The old lame man said with a hint of jealousy and disgust in his tone, "I heard that I just listened Said that one of the women was pregnant with his child, and instead of taking her back to live in the city, he also called her a bitch, had an affair with an adulterer, and sent someone to beat her alive and abort her."

"Women are wronged. That blushing person in the camp who dared to touch Ainz wants to starve to death?"

the old man sighed,

"Later, the woman couldn't stand the blow and became a lunatic. After she ran out of the camp one day, she never disappeared again."

"People disappear in the refugee camp every day. What does it matter how many people die? Except for the druid female doctor, who would really pity us and care about us?"

The witcher bowed his head in silence.

"Bringing this up, I suddenly remembered something!" The old man got up together and limped around the low stool, "It's not just Ainz looking for women from the camp, but his servant Matto and the camp A woman in the movie is also involved!"

"But this kid has to be more sincere and low-key. He takes the woman as his wife and plans to take her back to live in the city after a while. Matto's whereabouts are unknown now, and his woman may have some inside information."

"Think about it, old cripple. Her name is Lilin. She escaped from Soden Birch Village and lives in the purple tent in the southern part of the camp."

The willows are dark and bright.

Roy couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at this ugly old lame man with admiration, and he could be called a know-it-all in the refugee camp.

But Birch Village sounds quite familiar.

"You know all this?"

"The old man's memory is not bad. Before Soden was destroyed by Nilfgaard. I was the steward of the nephew of the military minister of the old King Eckhard who died in the battle. I have to remember half of the daily plans and daily life. An account book." The old man stroked his thinning white hair happily, "The old man likes to observe and listen, and the widows and old ladies in the camp like to gossip with me. If you feel depressed, come and listen to my words of enlightenment and encouragement."

"Then I hope you will always be so happy and open-minded!" Roy finally gave him two crowns and walked away.

……

Leaving the high slope north of the refugee camp, Roy crossed narrow and crowded roads.

The smells of onions, potatoes, cabbage, and feces permeate the nose. Some tents have a large iron pan on the left side where potatoes are being stewed, and less than half a meter to the right, there is a large puddle of fresh excrement.

The Xiangqi is blown by the breeze and floats towards the cauldron, adding a distinctive smelly "flavor" to the food.

The little black dog fell in love with these messy smells, barked and circled around the witcher's feet, chasing and biting his tail, having a great time.

Goldin Tabby Cat followed closely behind his buttocks, his pair of paws danced into afterimages, and kept hitting his buttocks with his meowing fists to teach this unruly little brother a lesson.

Along the way, a few yellow and thin heads poked out of the tent, with greedy eyes, licking their lips, and looked at the two fat cats and dogs. Thanks to their hosts who seemed not to be trifled with, they were not disturbed by others. Sprinkle with spices and give it a medium-rare "massage".

……

In less than 5 minutes, Roy entered the familiar area on the south side of the refugee camp, where colorful tents stood next to each other.

Showing white arms and a large piece of skin in front of the collarbone, a woman in cool clothes shuttled back and forth with pots and pans, laughing and cursing at her companions from time to time.

On the only open space in the center, a soup mixed with turnips and radishes was being boiled in an iron pot.

Birch Village, Roy remembered at this moment, was the same village as Liuye Village.

That's where the acquaintances of the widows came from!

"Mr. Oakes!" I don't know how the blond widow's eyes grew, but she saw the witcher at a glance, got out of a sky blue tent with her arms around her, and greeted her with a sweet smile on her face, hanging over her left shoulder The big golden braids are lively and beating.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm here to find Lilin from Birch Village."

When Eugenie heard this, she didn't ask the witcher why.

Beckon him straight through a flock of warblers,

"Huh! When did Eugenie hook Oakes up?" A freckled woman said jealously,

"Who told someone to be prettier than you, with bigger breasts, higher buttocks, and a thinner waist than you, and a good son. Maybe tomorrow he will be able to get rid of this nightmare place and live in the city." The tall and burly woman said, "I hope we sisters will not be forgotten by then!"

……

The two of them ignored the gossip on the way.

Quickly came to a fuchsia tent in the center, embroidered with rose patterns, which was obviously a higher grade than the surrounding tents.

A 23-year-old woman with a handsome face and a plump figure, wearing a clean and tidy orange dress, was sitting at the entrance of the tent, staring at the sky in a daze.

The appearance and figure are among the best in this group of women.

"Lilin!"

"Ah, Eugenie, who is this?" The woman was awakened suddenly, her eyes turned suspiciously between her friend and the witcher,

"Didn't you just say yesterday that Mr. Oakes escorted everyone to the refugee camp?" Eugenie looked at the witcher gratefully, "Without him, we would have died on the way."

Lilin immediately smiled softly at Roy, with a hint of approval in her eyes.

"What is Mr. Oaks looking for? Let me explain in advance that I don't do business!"

"Ms. Lilin has misunderstood something. I came here this time only to help your boyfriend Mato get rid of his grievances!" Roy stared into the woman's eyes and spoke straightforwardly with awe-inspiring dignity!

"Ah? Who is Mato? What grievances, I don't understand what you mean!" A look of panic flashed across the woman's face, she sat on the ground and crawled back a few steps, leaning against the tent wall.

"I don't like to beat around the bush. You should know that Mato's owner, Ambassador Ainz, had an accident on the outskirts of the city, and Mato was identified as one of the criminals by the sheriff. Now I can't go home, and my friend is even more pitiful, and was taken into the dungeon .”

"We need Mato's testimony, as long as he helps to testify!" Roran said, "I promise to restore his reputation!"

"You're mistaken, Matto hasn't come to my place for half a month, I don't know where he is!" Lilin turned her face and reluctantly changed her words.

Yunig stepped forward suddenly, took his friend's arm, and comforted, "Mr. Oaks guarded everyone all the way, did not do anything wrong, and kept his promise, so he is absolutely trustworthy."

"Lilin, think about it, have I lied to you before? Even if you don't believe him, you should believe me!"

Lilin turned her eyes between the two, lowered her head, bit her lip and got into trouble.

And Roy held the chubby little black in his arms and touched its belly, "Mato is in a very dangerous situation now, if we continue to procrastinate, and wait until the sheriff is determined to be convicted, then he will never be charged again." I can't be with you openly!"

"Think about your sweet time in the past, are you willing?"

"If he is convicted, you will also lose your support completely. In this refugee camp, what will happen to the beautiful women who have no support?" The witcher's voice stopped abruptly.

"Stop talking! I know he's there, and I'll tell you his whereabouts!" Lilin trembled all over, her eyes sparkling and her lips trembling, "But can you guarantee his safety?"

"I will do my best to exonerate him and survive." Roy took off his sunglasses, and the heterochromatic irises flickered. "I swear on the name of the witcher!"

……

Five minutes later, Roy bid farewell to Unig, who was hesitant to speak, and followed Lilin out of the refugee camp, all the way west, into the bushy wilderness.

Walked for about an hour.

Met Mato in a cabin in the woods covered with moss and vines.