God-level Demon Hunter

"Air-dried Mandrake, roux, belladonna, the fifth element... make a fine Mandrake distilled liquor."

He shook the measuring cup, admiring the rippling vortexes in the cup, with admiration on his face,

"The alchemy technique is quite sophisticated, and the brewing time does not exceed a week."

Aiden walked to the extinguished stove on the other side, reached out his hand, and took out a piece of pitch-black coal the size of a fingernail.

"The stove was used today."

"So you are wrong. Godifoy came to the room not long ago, but he just left. He is suspected of committing the crime."

……

The four demon hunters dug and searched the entire room in front of the old Davao whose mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster.

Soon, several things were placed in front of the old man——

An iron hairpin in the shape of a jasmine flower, and a badge with blood on it—the head of a silver-white cat baring its teeth and growling.

and four used glasses.

Old Dawo took the hairpin tremblingly, holding it in his palm with preciousness, his face turned livid, "Why are Irene's things here?"

"This shows that my deduction is correct." A gleam flashed in Roy's eyes, "The hairdresser dug up your daughter's body from the grave and brought it to this house, and accidentally dropped the hairpin, but now he has put She moved elsewhere."

"And it's not just Irene." He paused, rubbing the cat's head badge in his palm, "The blood on this drop smells of various potions, and it's very fresh, not older than a day. There is no doubt that our old man Guy Gaitan was also taken away by him, just this morning!"

For a moment, the demon hunters looked excited, and their hard work was not in vain, and they finally caught Gaitan's heels!

And Roy's cheeks were flushed with excitement.

He is now basically sure that the kind, funny, highly skilled medical doctor described by Village Dawo, who does not seek fame and wealth, and dresses like a tax collector, is the one who is hidden in the countryside in his memory——

Emil Regis!

The mainstay of Geralt's girl hunting team in the future!

A high-level vampire over 420 years old!

High-level vampires can turn into bats, wrap Gaitan and fly away, so they couldn't find any traces at the exit of the birch forest.

In addition, high suction is extremely good at concealing its own breath and magic fluctuations. Roy suffered a lot from this when he was in Ireland a few years ago!

Only high-level vampires can create the illusion that Gaitan disappears out of thin air!

Roy's heart was ups and downs, and his inspiration surged wildly.

But why would Regis take a cat-pie witcher who was seriously injured and dying?

If Gaitan's life was saved out of kindness, why wasn't he placed in this workshop full of herbs?

"No, not one!" Aiden and Escal beside him raised four glasses together. Under the oil lamp, the cups reflected a mysterious and dangerous luster, and four strands of silk with different colors rose from the witcher's senses. bring,

"These four cups were used not long ago to drink Mandrake distilled liquor, and the smells on them are different!"

"Master, just tell me the truth." Old Dawo was already numb from the shock.

"You don't understand? The barber has three companions!"

Old Davao didn't know why.

Roy's heart skipped a beat. Regis' companion is also a high-level vampire?

The gathering of four masters is powerful enough to destroy a city!

What are they trying to do?

Could it be that Irene, the daughter of Davao, and Gaitan, the cat faction demon hunter, have something in common between the two, which deserves special attention from this group of powerful aliens! ?

Roy strongly felt that he was involved in a great event, but no matter how hard he thought, he couldn't come up with a definite answer. After all, he had very little communication with the high-sucking group.

"Masters, stay with me. When Gody Foy returns, I will ask him face to face why he behaved so inferior to a beast!"

"Of course, I won't let you all work in vain!"

The old man put his hands together in front of his chest, gritted his teeth, and said sincerely, "I leave all my life savings, three hundred oren, to you as a reward for entrusting me!"

Poor old Davao has no idea what kind of terrifying existence his opponent is.

"Not to mention the salary in advance, we also have a debt to settle with the doctor. But if we stay here, we will never wait for him."

Roy calmed down.

Gao Su's perception is so keen, there is a high probability that he has already discovered that there are four fully armed demon hunters waiting at home, how could they come back and throw themselves into the trap?

"Is there any other lodging for Godifoy near here?"

Dawo's old cheeks were blue for a while, then pale for a while, and after a long time he shook his head and sighed,

"He never mentioned to me his past, or information outside of Grave Mound Plain."

This was not as expected by Roy, he pondered, his silver-gray pupils suddenly looked deeply at the old man,

"I have a way to find Irene's whereabouts. But you have to suffer a little bit and go 'far away', would you like to?"

The old man was taken aback by the demon hunter's astonishingly bright gaze, and then he clenched his cane tightly with both hands, raised his chin, and his slack cheeks glowed strangely red.

"As long as I can find my daughter and let her go to the ground, I am willing to risk my life! But I want to ask first, where are you going to take me?"

"It's not that serious, it won't kill you..." Roy and his companions exchanged glances, and the three of them nodded. They all guessed Roy's method in tacit understanding, watching him take out a telescope crystal, rubbing it gently, The magical aura burst out and began to construct an aqua blue light curtain,

"I'll contact a sorceress right away and open the portal to send you to Novigrad to find the dreamcaster Ms. Colin Tilly. Then you have to cooperate with her 100% and find the answer in the dream."

Gaitan only left such a cat pie badge, which is far from enough for dream divination.

But Irene, who was also taken away by Regis, has such an old father who is connected by blood, and the beloved Jasmine Hairpin who was buried with her.

This is enough to accurately determine their location!

Chapter 8 Finn Kahn

An ancient and ornate burial chamber.

Two spotless marble coffins lay in the center, the bottoms of which continuously bumped against the floor, making depressing noises like thunder.

The strong magic power overflowed from the gap of the sarcophagus, turning into a vortex like a substance, cutting the surrounding space into broken mirrors, covered with criss-cross folds.

Suddenly, gusts of wind blew from the dark corridor on the east side, blowing over the torches hanging on the four walls. Amidst the whimpering wind, the flames flickered ghostly twice. The patterns vibrate accordingly.

These patterns are exquisite and full of wonderful texture, it seems that they will be activated into real flowers and plants at any time, and they are beautiful and fragrant. The most disturbing thing is that too long time has destroyed its integrity, spider webs, cracks, wild The holes made by the rats divided the wall into countless pieces.

On the other side of the wall projected four dark figures standing side by side.

The one on the far right is thin and tall, with hands that are longer than knees clasping the backpack strap on his chest. His pale face is inlaid with a huge hooked nose, deep eye sockets, and thin lips. His posture is a bit like a tax collector who is penny-pinching. ,

The one on the left was dressed in black leather, with his arms crossed, his back rigidly straight, his facial features as sharp as a knife, with a hint of aristocratic coldness and arrogance. He raised his chin and looked at the two sarcophagi. A lonely temperament, the darkness that made up his shadow, like a giant bat trapped in a cage, twisting and struggling, growling greedily, and about to break through the wall.

The remaining two were very close together, one of them was wearing a very bold dark red open-chested frilly skirt and a pair of light and smooth black lace gloves, with his hands on his hips revealing the thrilling and enchanting curves like a full moon, with scarlet lips , slightly raised nose tip, and upward slender phoenix eyes, charming and moving.

The other was wearing a sleeveless long dress, with his hands crossed in front of his lower abdomen, with a dignified posture, and the gem on the necklace on his chest was big enough to amaze any sorceress. His facial features were soft, and his temperament was elegant and noble. The sense of mystery that is unclear can make princesses and queens of all countries feel ashamed.

The flame flashed across her ten slender and slender fingers like spring onions, and each fingertip revealed a distressing cross-shaped scar, in which the dark red blood was throbbing.

"After midnight, the one-month period will expire, and the transformation will be completed."

The man in black suddenly turned to the noble lady, his magnetic voice echoed in the tomb, full of undeniable taste,

"For the next year, you will be responsible for teaching her the rules and principles of the new world. Don't let her vent her instincts and become a childish lunatic of the mountain or cage school. But you don't have to demand that she 'not drink alcohol' How can you endure loneliness if you haven't seen all the beauty in the world?"

The noble woman bowed her knees and nodded.

The "tax collector" on the other side turned his eyes to the coffin on the left, and interjected weakly and a little irritablely,

"What about this newcomer? We strictly abide by the iron laws of the clan, spent a lot of blood on him, and even invested a precious quota. He should be kept in the Galansha tribe."

"Sure enough, drinking too much is a mistake, have you forgotten? A few years ago, the subordinate of the elder Vic Vallo died in the north, and there was no bones left, but before he died, he passed back the pain of burning silver. The elder concluded that The murderer must be the witcher. Now, it's the witcher's turn to pay the debt."

"You don't want to? If you have to keep him," the lonely man turned to another coffin, "Are you going to send this 'little sheep' to the lion pride?"

The "tax collector" was silent for a while, then nodded obediently.

The woman in the red dress wrapped her arm comfortingly.

"One month later, when he's 'mature', I will personally lead him to the south to meet that lord and meet his destiny."

After the man finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head, his pupils turned into a pitch-black abyss, staring at the spy in the void.

Swah——

Amidst a strange whirl, the frosty-haired old Davao woke up from his dream with a muffled grunt. When he opened his eyes again, he entered a warm bedroom filled with pleasant incense from the ancient tomb.

He held the jasmine hairpin in his palm, propped himself up from the sofa, and looked around.

The mature and beautiful Ms. Colin Tilly was putting the half-knit sweater in her arms into the iron box, and smiled at him.

The wind blows.

Aiden hurriedly approached the old man, and eagerly grabbed his withered hand, his reddish-brown vertical pupils were full of anticipation.

"Master, I lived up to expectations and saw that Irene and the person you were looking for were lying in the coffin. Doctor Godifoy and three other strange guys got together to chat and mentioned... mentioned—"

Old Davao's tone quickly changed from excited to hesitant.

The words spoken by the four of them, their outstanding appearance and temperament, were suddenly blurred.

The last pair of eyes filled with black flames precisely erased the relevant memories in his mind.

With one breath, old Davao only remembered the ancient tomb and the two coffins in his dream.

"The coffin, isn't it for the dead?" Aiden's thin cheeks lost all blood, and his expression was gloomy, "So Gaitan still hasn't made it through?!"

Roy and Coral came from behind Aiden and patted him on the shoulder,

"The situation is unclear and it is too early to draw conclusions."

There is no reason for a high-level vampire to take away two dead people.

He turned to the bewildered old man,

"The most important thing is the position of the two of them, have you seen it?"

Old Davao rubbed his temples and repeated in a low voice,

"Ancient burial chambers, marble coffins, patterns of leaves and vines..."

The old man's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly,

"I got it! It's not the grave mound grassland, but the burial place of the ancient elves in the northwest—Fin Kahn!"

"What are you waiting for? Ms. Rita, open the portal, let's find someone!"

Aiden shook his fist violently.

"Dude, before that, I have something to remind you." Roy's expression suddenly became more serious than ever before,

"Just now, the blood in my body was abnormally agitated, giving a strong warning and a lot of illusions about the future."

"The guys in Fin Kahn's tomb are not as simple as the hairdresser and three ordinary people on the surface. They are extremely dangerous."

Aiden's eyelids twitched.

"There's at least one high-ranking vampire among them, maybe even four of them!"

"Get ready for battle! Of course—" Roy changed his voice, and thought of Regis's good nature of reforming evil. "It is best to resolve differences by peaceful means!"

……

three hours ago.

Birch forest at night.

The dots of torch light form a long dragon, tearing through the darkness, and cruising quickly in the dense forest.

"Your Excellency Lambert, Consultant Triss, should we change places?"

A burly young knight with a long sword on his waist, silver-white armor, and a white rose badge on his chest turned around and looked at the more than 100 soldiers with torches around him, and said slightly dissatisfied,

"The whole afternoon, everyone searched the woods from bottom to bottom. Except for the pile of bottles and cans, they didn't even see the shadow of the assassin. I suspect that these clues are all caused by him. I suggest to search ahead."

"Your Excellency Lorraine's words are very reasonable! Brothers have worked really hard. We will definitely ask His Majesty for credit when we go back!" Lambert forced a smile, and glanced at Triss, the red-haired sorceress beside him, but saw her sneer. Pursing his lips, shaking his head secretly——

There is still no news from Roy.

Lambert took a deep breath, and carefully arranged a plan in advance. It was the utmost benevolence to fool the pursuers sent by King Fred in the woods for such a long time.

"Knight of Lorraine, see, what is that?" Lambert suddenly strode to the west of the birch forest exit sign, leaned over and took out a cat pie badge from the soil, and showed it to the surrounding with a face full of surprise soldiers.