The Creators: From Night City

If someone has had sex with a Night Demon, the smell of sulfur will gradually penetrate into their body, and the smell will become stronger and stronger as the number of times increases.

Commonly known as pickled.

At the same time, there is also an irresistible addiction to X, just like P drugs, which is difficult to control.

For this severe addiction, the witcher's treatment method is usually to find a widow, have two people have sex with him, and then give him a cold decoction of long ruber grass.

But Jiang Binglao felt that the principle of this method was very similar to drinking too much white wine and then drinking some beer.

What Geralt is doing now is to search for the smell of sulfur at the wound (entrance) of the deceased.

Apparently, everyone was right.

Amid the stench of corpses and feces, Geralt's nose finally detected the familiar smell of sulfur.

He raised his face from between the corpse's legs and saw two pairs of big eyes full of admiration.

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With the answer obtained at Geralt's great sacrifice, everyone worked together to put the body back in its place, and rushed to Peter Sal Guanli's office to report everything they had investigated.

Chapter 121 The Best Bait

This Nilfgaardian, who came from a peasant family, was silent for a while after listening to Geralt's story.

"You mean there's a troublemaker active near the barracks, specifically targeting our brave soldiers."

"It's a black stick." Jiang Bing corrected himself in his mind.

Bai Lang nodded, and the other party's face was full of disbelief. He fidgeted in his chair, as if something would pop out from under his butt at any time.

"Is there any way to find it?"

As a soldier, the first thought in the mind of a Nilfgaardian is to roll up his sleeves and do it.

"It's hard."

"A succubus isn't some hairy, unintelligent beast. Its intelligence is no less than that of a normal human, and it doesn't have any particular weaknesses. Finding it is no easy task."

The other person shrugged his big nose, and the two mustaches below stood up, and a sense of ruthlessness surged in his heart.

"We're just going to let it roam around the base?"

"I have hundreds of strong men under my command. We will find it even if we have to search the mountains."

"It's not that there is no solution at all." Jiang Bing said.

"Oh?" Peter Sal Guanli looked at Jiang Bing, his eyes showing that he regarded Jiang Bing very seriously.

To be honest, Jiang Bing's style doesn't match the two demon hunters'. Whether it's his hair color, skin color, appearance, race, clothing, speech and behavior, or his detached mentality, he is very different from the two of them.

A demon hunter who rolls in mud all day long, sleeps in the wild, and fights monsters hand-to-hand with swords does not look good. There will be several scars on his face, and his skin is rough and visible to the naked eye.

He is nothing like Jiang Bing, whose skin is as smooth as a peeled egg, his whole face is full of energy, his eyes are bright as stars, and he has an aloof temperament that comes from his high status. If he is not from a noble family who lives a life of luxury and has eighteen dishes for a meal, he would never have such an expression and appearance.

Do you really think that it is so easy to practice an authentic Jincheng accent? Although Peter Sal Guanli was born into a peasant family, he was able to become the highest-ranking official in Nilfgaard in White Orchard, which just shows that he is good at dealing with people.

Although I don’t know where the other party comes from, it’s always better to give in first.

In fact, Geralt and Vesemir had similar speculations, but they both tended to believe that Jiang Bing came from the other side of the ocean, a prosperous country like Orphir or Zangweba.

Do you really think that two experienced warriors who make a living by swords and fighting can't see the value of Jiang Bing's armor?

What's more, they are both demon hunters with sharp eyesight.

Even if we see through each other but don’t say it out loud, we can still be good friends.

It is rare for a witcher master to be unsympathetic and skilled.

As I said, the world of martial arts is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly wisdom.

Jiang Bing, unaware that the other party had already become self-deprecating, expressed his own views without caring about anything else.

"Sexual desire, a strong sexual desire is the other person's biggest weakness."

The dead cows scattered all over the cave showed that the other party was so hungry that they had no choice but to eat anything.

From this, it can be inferred that Jiang Bing believes that his plan is very feasible.

"All it takes is a suitable bait to lure the other party out easily."

But then, an important question came to everyone.

Who is the bait.

No one here is willing to risk their own ass. This is not a matter of money, but a matter of dignity.

During the discussion, Peter Sal Guanli noticed a dozen bags of rye in the corner. One of the bags had been opened, and the damp and moldy rye was scattered all over the floor.

He smiled slightly and had a plan in mind.

"Guards!" Captain Peter shouted at the top of his voice towards the door.

When a guard in black armor came in, Captain Peter asked, "Tell the military discipline officer to stop whipping that stupid donkey who just tried to fool people with rotten grain and bring him here."

The prisoner was brought in nervously. He had a middle-parted hairstyle and wore a white linen short shirt. He was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and looked just like any other resident of White Orchard.

Captain Peter wants ordinary.

"Sir, I really followed your instructions and conveyed them carefully to the village, but I didn't expect someone to use moldy rye to make up the numbers." As soon as the other party came in, he tried to justify his crimes, trying to get leniency from this man in black whose hands were stained with the blood of a lot of Tyrenia people.

"That's your business. Do I really need to teach you step by step?"

Captain Peter put his hands on his hips and scolded without question, then lowered his voice and softened his tone slightly.

"According to Nilfgaardian military regulations, you will receive fifteen severe lashes. If you don't develop an infection, you can still survive."

"But now there is another way before you." The experienced man in black used a stick in one hand and a carrot in the other, guiding you step by step.

"As long as you are willing to work for His Majesty Enris and serve as bait for this operation, the food issue can be forgiven. I can even reduce your village's next tax payment."

The prisoner was naturally overjoyed.

But he didn't know what he was about to pay.

The four people present naturally had no reason to interfere in this transaction that was mutually agreed upon, and could only look at the poor young man with sympathy.

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It was late at night, and the unlucky guy named Paul was patrolling the forest alone, wearing the black armor unique to the Nilfgaardians and holding a torch.

Although he knew that there was a large group of people following him, the silent and dark forest still seemed very creepy.

In the past, even at dusk, local residents would not think of entering the forest without three or five skilled fighters.

The wind blew through the treetops, and the leaves rustled. Paul felt that the armor on his body was getting heavier and heavier, making him want to stop and rest.

Thinking of this, he slowed down and looked back, but there was nothing except the swaying shadows of the trees.

This made him wonder whether there were dozens of people following him as that damn Nilfgaardian commander said.

"You're not trying to trick me into coming here to die, to be a sacrifice to some monster that lives in the forest."

Unfortunately, although his body continued to tremble with this thought, he still did not dare to stop.

After all, the whips of the Nilfgaardians are not vegetarian. Fifteen lashes on the body are no different from being stabbed twice.

This made him even more angry at the short-sighted peasants in the village.

The abandoned fortress occupied by the Nilfgaardians is mostly surrounded by water, which is why it is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

What remains are some difficult-to-walk swamps, with rotten water and exposed soil forming a dotted swamp.

The leather boots sank deeply into the mud, and as Paul pulled his feet hard, they made a snapping sound.

"Pah, pah." A similar sound suddenly sounded behind me.

Paul initially thought they were reinforcements, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The noise was too loud. It was obvious that the other party was stuck very deep in the mud, which made such a noise when they were trying to pull their feet out.

He was so horrified that he almost screamed out loud on the spot.

However, a rich fragrance suddenly drifted into his nostrils, and the sweet taste reminded him of honey cream cake and fluffy puff desserts.

Chapter 122 You are seeking your own death.

He looked dazed and continued to move forward, swaying all over.

However, while moving, they had already deviated from the planned patrol route.

When Paul woke up again, he found himself hanging on a tree. Below him, scattered torches and burning trees lit up the dark forest red.

"Demon Hunter!"

A rough sound like the friction between sand and gravel was heard, which made people shudder.

"You are courting death."

The fire flickered in the wind, and in the uncertain light and dark, a tall beast was surrounded by three people.

It was two and a half meters tall, with its upper body exposed and its ribs clearly visible. It had two spiral horns on its head with the tips pointing forward, and its appearance was very ugly.

Looking at the other party's lower body that looked like a sheep's hoof, Paul swallowed his saliva and looked around, thinking about how to escape, but he found several corpses of Nilfgaard soldiers lying under the tree.

Behind the corpses was a large army that wished they had two more legs and was fleeing all over the mountains and plains.

Several soldiers died on the spot when they encountered the monster just now.

These corpses were like stones thrown from a catapult, with broken bones and tendons, and body parts torn apart by the monster's claws were scattered everywhere.

On the branch beside Paul, half of his butt was hanging, and blood was dripping down.

How could a farmer who usually hunted pheasants in the countryside have ever seen such a scene? His eyes turned white and he fainted.

In the battlefield.

Geralt's right hand trembled slightly unnaturally. The silver sword that he had spent most of his fortune to forge was grabbed by the monster and broke directly. Half of the blade was lying at the monster's feet.

Strong, stronger than ever before.

The old spearhead (a Cyclops) in Geralt's memory was not even a fraction as suppressive as the other party.

Vesemir was clutching his chest, with blood at the corner of his mouth.

In order to support Geralt, he was hit by half a Nilfgaardian soldier from several meters away. Even with the Quen Sign blocking him, he almost died.

At least two or three ribs were broken.

Jiang Bing cursed Master Mirror's mother in his heart, although he didn't know whether the other party had this thing.

Every one of his debtors is a tough guy.

Bang!

[Power - Wind Lord] instantly disappeared from his original position, and when he reappeared, he was above the opponent's head.

[Principle] Radiating light, it falls straight down from the sky, striking the opponent on the shoulder.

The plasma stream encountered an opponent for the first time, and the sword sank with difficulty, but it could only bite off most of the sword. As Jiang Bing was kicked dozens of meters away by the opponent's kick that was so fast that it left an afterimage, the giant sword was pulled out from the monster's shoulder blade as Jiang Bing's hands moved away rapidly.

The metal armor collided with the trees, sending up wood chips all over the sky. The first big tree collapsed, and the second big tree behind it was gnawed in half.

Jiang Bing raised his hands to support the tree and pulled his body out from the tree trunk. His chest felt a little stuffy. He did not have the protection of Quinn's seal, so he was really hit by the kick.

As the two demon hunters looked at the monster in the same way, Jiang Bing returned to the field with a sullen face. The slightly sunken hoof print on his chest reflected the flames in the firelight.

"Not bad, you are the first person who survived my kick."

The wound on the monster's shoulder is healing rapidly.

"For this reason, I will make your death less painful."

A rare male succubus talking trash.

The moment the other party shut up, Jiang Bing took off instantly.

A strong wind swept across the entire venue, and a thunderous roar broke out.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Bing slashed at the opponent with two swords, but the opponent used the same trick again and kicked him in the chest. However, the momentum of flying backwards was stopped when Jiang Bing grabbed the opponent's hoof with his left hand in time.

The scorching sword blade followed Jiang Bing's rotating arm and slashed towards the opponent's leg joint. Amidst the wailing, it was nailed to the leg bone and could not move forward any further.

The mad monster forcibly retracted its right hoof, causing Jiang Bing to stagger, and punched the visor of [Power-Wind Lord], making a dent in the metal visor.

The huge impact force caused Jiang Bing's head to rise high, but under the drive of the equally crazy master, the raised head hit the opponent's face hard.