Chapter 22: Watching the Demon Hunter Story
The raging Honey River flooded the houses and farmlands on both sides of the river.

In the hazy fog, the skeletons of houses and trees sticking out of the water looked like black reefs, causing considerable trouble to the rowing boatman.

In the niche of the Furriers' Guild Hall, a white marble angel hooked a piece of purple silk cloth in his hand.

In the whistling wind, the silk cloth kept changing its shape, sometimes like a rose, sometimes like a thorn.

In the flood mist, the sounds of wind chimes and thrush whistles mixed together, turning into a mixture of fresh and foul smells that hit Jilo's nose.

The world before his eyes was filled with only three colors: black, white and gray. Even the brightest red roof looked gray.

The water level has dropped a lot compared to before, and is now almost neck-high.

Although the water was not deep, the deep black waves and floating gray fog made Gilo feel like the poet Zheng Ting in the famous novel "Hellfire", slowly moving forward in the bottomless and lightless abyss.

Looking up at the sky, it was gray and white; looking down at the ground, it was a dark abyss, and I couldn't even tell up from down.

An old and lonely boat is moving forward in this flooded valley.

"Row faster." A black-robed monk with iron teeth in his mouth shouted at the soldiers and boatmen in a domineering manner.

The scolding interrupted Jilo's thoughts. Looking at the iron-toothed monk, he couldn't help but sigh.

The poet Zheng Ting still has the sincere protection of his animal friends, but he really can't trust the group of people around him.

On the small boat that Jilo was on, there were four armored soldiers, two night guards, a boatman, Jilo and the Iron-Tooth Monk who was commanding the soldiers.

This is the team that goes to investigate the secret party and the witch.

Gillot didn't quite understand why such a fuss was made over the death of a country knight.
Could it be that the knight named Barnett is Durdafor's relative or illegitimate son?
"After going around that col, we will reach the Holy Grail Mountain." The Iron-Tooth Monk was full of excitement. "This time, if we can catch the witch, the cathedral priests will definitely elect me as the next priest."

The goal of our operation this time is to investigate and find out how Barnett died and catch the witch.

Have you ever seen a witch? I'm making gestures with the witch here. Do you know what a black hand is?

If the witch attacks, Jilo will be the first to run away.

Back then, the witcher castle where Jilo was located was destroyed overnight by a surprise attack by the witches of Black Snake Bay.

The sturdy castle collapsed in an instant without even seeing the enemy.

Countless apprentices and official witchers were smashed to death and buried. The scar on Jilo's face came from that time.

Casting a contemptuous look on the bald forehead of the Iron-Tooth Monk, Gilo's evaluation of him was: He read it from the story of The Witcher.

Jilo is not a real witcher, but at least he has had some contact with the witcher industry.

With this configuration, it's hard to beat a veteran wizard, let alone a witch.

When they were really trying to encircle and suppress the witches, they would mobilize several earls and hundreds of knights, and armored sergeants would be counted as teams of fifty people.

It takes a regular army of nearly a thousand people to destroy a witch, and even then it has to be a sneak attack. Do you really think that a trio of a knight, a monk, and a witcher can kill the witch like in "Harry the Witch Hunter"?

Don't be kidding!
"Our goal is to investigate the cause of Lord Barnett's death." Jilo reminded, "The witch is not something we can fight against for the time being."

Besides, I'm not a regular witcher yet, Jilo added in his mind, I haven't even drunk the potion yet.

"Aren't you here? The flood is so raging, how can the witch fly? It's okay, it's okay." Shaking his palms up and down, the Iron-toothed Monk grinned, revealing two sharp iron teeth. "Besides, I still have a Holy Catching Ball and a Holy Sailor Bullet. Can't I just run away if I can't defeat her?"

Hearing about the sacred tennis ball, Gilo felt a little relieved.

His face was stern, but he was still muttering in his heart, who knows what strange and unpredictable abilities the witch has?
Anyway, Gilo had made up his mind. After getting ashore, he would look at the villagers of Moulin Rouge from afar.

Then they went back and reported that an invisible unknown force was warning that there was a great terror in Moulin Rouge Village and no one could get close.

Ji Luo couldn't stay in this place anymore. If he stayed any longer, his identity would be exposed.

As soon as the flood recedes, we will run to Norn and hide there for two days before leaving the mountains.

"Master Priest, Master Witcher, where are we going?"

While he was thinking, a sudden voice almost scared Jilo so much that he jumped off the boat.

He turned his head and saw a raft.

At this moment, the raft was right next to their boat, and the fog was so thick that they didn't even notice it. "Who are you?" Jilo was tall, with a face as sharp as a knife and an axe, and two scars on his right eye, which immediately made the villager bend down.

"Master, I am a villager from the Red Mill Village. I am here to fish."

"That's great." The Iron-Tooth Monk immediately jumped out, "We are going to the Moulin Rouge Village. You, lead the way."

"This Red Mill Village has been flooded, and our camp is on Holy Grail Mountain."

"Then go to Holy Grail Mountain."

"Priest, come this way." The villager immediately turned around and paddled forward.

Jilo was in a dilemma. All the soldiers were watching him. He couldn't just say no, so he could only nod slightly.

The Gulag Monastery is not far from the Holy Grail Mountain. Under the guidance of the villagers, they soon arrived at the Holy Grail Mountain.

After tying the boat to a tree, the group waded through the path at the foot of the mountain and arrived at the hillside of the Holy Grail Mountain.

"Hey, you guys are the Lord of the Red Mill Village, a knight named Barnett? Right?"

"Hey, don't mention it, Master Demon Hunter!" The villager kept waving his hands. "It's unlucky to talk about it. We just found out a few days ago that Barnett is actually a demon. Do you know what he did? He actually raised monsters in the black pine forest! A real dog demon!"

Raising monsters?

Gilo's brain was buzzing. Considering Durdafo's previous unusual concern for Barnett, he had an ominous premonition.

"This matter is all thanks to Master Saint Grandson and Lady Saint. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't know that Barnett is a devil." The villager who led the way was still talking to himself, "That day, Master Saint Grandson was clearly dead, and his head was chopped off, but he was brought back to life by our Lord Myrcella, and the Saint was even more favored. First, Myrcella appeared in her dream, and later she was granted the magic of casting thunder and lightning..."

Blanch!
Jilo almost jumped up on the spot. The combination of a flesh-like humanoid monster and a plastic witch is almost the most difficult combination.

"Where is your Saint?" Ji Luo asked casually without changing his expression.

The boatman answered casually, "I went to the black pine forest to pick potato roots. If you want to see me, you won't be able to see me for a while."

Fortunately, it hasn't reached the point of no return.

Jilo immediately turned to the Ironfang Monk and whispered, "They are two extremely powerful monsters. We can't defeat them easily. Barnett fell into their hands. We have to go back quickly."

"Don't be in a hurry. Let's wait and see. Maybe these fools have just trusted some secret party or wild boars or something." The Iron-Tooth Monk was obviously unwilling to accept this.

He and Durdafo were both choirboys, but the other was about to become a bishop, while he was still just a deacon.

He heard that Durdafo was going to be promoted, but there was no one to choose his successor.

In order to take over Durdafer's position, he borrowed a large sum of money from the El bankers at high interest rates. Everything else was ready, except for one achievement.

This opportunity must be seized.

Seeing the Iron-Tooth Monk hesitating, Jilo's eyes were bloodshot with anxiety: "This is a witch. Neither of us can stop her, not even Durdafo can. We must inform the Archbishop of the High Castle."

"At least, catch a mid-level cultist. The witch isn't here anyway. If we run back without any witnesses, we'll get nothing." The monk insisted through gritted teeth. Besides, this might involve Durdaffer's scandal.

He didn't want to expose this matter. He just wanted to prove to the high bishops that Durdafo couldn't do their job. Look, he has caught him now.

Thinking of this, the Iron-Tooth Monk's eyes shone with a burning light filled with hope.

Ji Luo let out a deep breath. He knew that the soldiers all obeyed the Iron-Tooth Monk, so he could only grit his teeth and ask, "Who are you going to catch?"

"Just catch the one in front of you." The Iron-Tooth Monk stretched out his stubby finger and pointed to a place not far away.

There stood a young man wearing a short robe of blue and black brocade and a short cape tied around his neck.

You can tell from his attire that he is not an ordinary commoner, but judging from the way he speaks, his status is probably not too high either.

Plus, the boatman was jogging towards him, so he was probably some small boss.

"Okay, but if we catch them, we'll retreat immediately!"

"it is good."

"Do it!"

(End of this chapter)