Chapter 305: Marriages That Should Never Happen to Demon Hunters
It wasn't without reason that Grush suspected it was a demon hunter.

A spy of this age and the way he covered up his tracks made it hard not to think of him as a witcher.

According to Grush's judgment, he looked like a demon hunter from the Snake or Wolf faction.

There are four main schools of demon hunters: snake, wolf, lion and eagle, and each of them takes a different type of potion.

The snake faction is good at detection and poisoning, the wolf faction is good at tracking and camouflage, the lion faction is good at endurance and hard fighting, and the eagle faction is good at ambush and assassination.

Wolf-style potions are the least toxic and therefore have the largest quantity, but the mortality rate is still high.

The so-called magic potion is both the source of the demon hunters' power and the source of their disgust.

Unlike normal potions, magic potions are alchemical potions.

In other words, any potion must be made by an alchemist, which inevitably has a relationship with the secret party or the witch's followers.

The moment you drink the potion, your body will mutate.

For the wolf faction, three out of ten people will become deformed and mutated, and the remaining four will die.

The remaining three can achieve the correct distortion. After drinking the potion, they will not be infected by the witch disease and will be born with spell-like physical abilities.

For example, being sensitive to smells, being aware of mana, having stronger vision and dynamic vision, and stronger nerve reflex speed.

At this time, their knight breathing method will always remain at the current level.

Most of the witchers are orphans and juvenile delinquents, or the sons of criminals or even criminals themselves.

Sometimes, when there is a real shortage of people, witchers will even kidnap, conscript men, and buy slaves.

For example, Gilo was born a slave and his hometown was in the Lilac Corridor in southern France.

When he was ten years old, his armed peasant parents were burned to death in a fire, and no one was willing to adopt him and his sister Nezko.

The two were eventually driven out of their home and became refugees.

On the third day after becoming a refugee, he was captured by slave traders and sold to the witcher in the Wolf Fort in Black Snake Bay.

After seven and a half years of practice, the day before Jilo was about to drink the wolf potion that would put his life on the line, the witch arrived.

The witcher base where he was located was breached by the witches, and only a few survivors escaped.

Sitting under the straw hut, Jilo held a cup of hot tea and crossed his legs.

In the rain in front of him, a dozen teenagers who were about the same age as him were climbing up the wall with difficulty.

The rain left streaks on their muddy faces, and their knees and palms were scraped and bleeding.

But they seemed to feel no pain and were still climbing towards the top firmly.

Looking at these young people, Ji Luo couldn't help but think of the days ten years ago.

It’s just that ten years ago, when he completed these training subjects, his purpose was to avoid being whipped.

The goal of these young men is revenge and to obtain the Small Shit Medal, the Black Shit Medal, the Large Shit Medal awarded by His Holiness the Pope, as well as the dream of all the boy soldiers - the Flying Shit Medal.

"Alright." Seeing that the last soldier had climbed up the high wall, Ji Luo stood up and said, "Well done, you can go back to the camp now. The specific scores will be announced tomorrow.

There is hot water in the camp. You must take a shower and force out the damp and cold body fluids before you can rest. Do you understand?"

"clear."

Wrapped in a short cloak, Gillot rode on horseback and galloped towards Jeanne d'Arc.

Looking at the farmers and hired farmhands who were still patrolling the fields in cloaks in the rain, Jilo felt mixed emotions.

How did he, a smuggler, a swindler, a small broker among secret parties, become an instructor of the first secret agency of the Papal States?
However, having demon hunters serve as instructors for a secret service agency is a good match for their profession.

Because the main method used by demon hunters to deal with witches and wizards is assassination.

Assassinating witches is no problem, so is assassinating ordinary people still a problem?
In order to make a living, some demon hunters would sometimes accept employment from bishops to carry out assassinations, poisoning, and eavesdropping.

Sometimes Jilo even wondered if this was the reason why witchers had a bad reputation?
Among the many schools of demon hunters, the most popular are the Snake School and the Hawk School, followed by the Lion School, which is responsible for protecting the lord closely.

People like Jilo who belong to the wolf faction can only become mercenaries.

Whenever you see a unit called a Hundred Demon Hunters, it must be composed of the Wolf Faction.

If a demon hunter does well, his annual income will not exceed 20 gold pounds at most.

The witchers were having a miserable life, with only three or five gold pounds as a basic living allowance every year, and they might even be killed and robbed of their money by unruly people when they were drunk.

By this standard, Gillot is doing pretty well.

The basic salary is 2 pounds a month, or 24 pounds a year. If performance meets the standards, there will be a bonus of 2-6 pounds at the end of the year.

This income is almost the same as that of the Cavaliers.

Among the surviving demon hunters who escaped from Wolf Castle with him, he could definitely ride on the faces of those old friends.

"It would be great if I could find my sister." As soon as he said this, Jilo laughed at himself and shook his head.

He had checked before and found out that his sister Nezko had been sold to the Flesh and Blood Court and he probably would never see her again in this life. In this way, the bloodline of the Kamado family could only be inherited by himself. Fortunately, he did not drink the magic potion, which was extremely effective.

In the Papal States, he was considered a middle-class person, and he didn't have to wander around, so it was not difficult for him to find a wife.

These days, many citizens brought their daughters to block the door of his residence. The charming girls were so enthusiastic that Ji Luo couldn't help but think about getting married.

As he was thinking, Gilo ran through the streets in the rain and stopped in front of a house.

This is a three-story courtyard covering an area of ​​more than two acres.

Myrcella in the shrine held a sword in her arms, and the rain made crackling sounds on the mosaic windows.

This red-roofed mansion is located in the citizen district of Jeanne d'Arc, less than ten minutes away from the City Hall.

This place originally belonged to a wealthy businessman, but this businessman provided weapons and war horses to the Imperial Order Company, and colluded with the monastery, so he was hanged.

But this is not just Jilo's residence.

Horn adhered to the principle of making the best use of things and thought it would be a waste for one or two people to live in such a big house.

So they simply arranged for several high-ranking officials and elders of the Papal States, all of whom were bachelors, to live in this house.

As for those who have families, Horn will allocate smaller citizen houses to them.

In a sense, the place where Jilo lives is really a place where everyone comes and goes.

After greeting the guard at the door, Giromai walked into the house and handed the cloak to the maid.

After stretching, he walked towards the dining room on the first floor, where free dinner was provided.

As he reached the door, Gillo saw a priest with rosacea coming out.

"Bishop Chilvis..." Gilo smiled and nodded quickly. Although he was only the abbot of the Holy Scythe Monastery, he was a founding father.

But Chilvis is not like Madeleine and Armand. His abilities are gradually failing to keep up with Horn's pace.

Therefore, he has now retreated to the second line and is in charge of the Holy Scythe Monastery as a cardinal.

This is the food processing industry that he is most familiar with, and it is a good place to put his talents to good use.

"Brother Gilo, you came at the right time." Chilvis said drunkenly, "We happened to have craft beer tonight. If the maid hadn't stopped me, I would have finished the whole barrel."

Ji Luo forced a smile. After a long time of interaction, he could vaguely understand why this old man had retreated to the second line.

Skipping Chilvis, Gillot picked up the plate, took two pieces of bread, and began to choose between pea soup, stew, roast fish, and berries.

Due to food shortages, the Holy Grandson called for strict frugality. He ensured that every senior official in the Papal States would have enough to eat, but he did not guarantee that they would eat well.

The main point is that the quantity is large, and it must be high in salt.

Looking at the stew that was almost scooped out, Jilo shook his head and prepared to scoop out the pea soup.

"Don't eat it, don't eat it." Jieshka, who was picking up food at the side, warned, "Today, we added too much salt. The pea soup tastes bitter and numbing."

"Instructor Djeshka." Giro nodded at him with a smile, "You're back early today."

"It was raining, so we changed the cultural classes to indoors, so I came back early. Who can stand eating leftovers every day?"

As the chief instructor of the St. Tangi War College, Jeshka has also been doing very well recently.

Not only did he avenge his previous defeat in the battles of Jeanne d'Arc and Pavia, but in just half a year he went from being a refugee to a senior military officer of the Salvation Army.

"Mr. Jeshka seems to be in a good mood lately. Is it because good things are about to happen?" Jilo joked with both envy and sarcasm.

The Papal States circle is so small that everyone knows about any disturbance.

For example, Her Highness Jeanne, who had changed into new clothes, burst into tears on the spot because of the Saint Grandson's joke "Why does an old woman pretend to be a young girl?"

For example, a well-known wealthy widow in Joan of Arc recently proposed marriage to 15-year-old Jeska on behalf of her 33-year-old daughter.

"Are you talking about Ivanka?" Jeska shook her head in frustration. "She's just a little girl...hiss, but her mother Isolde is still charming."

Ji Luo couldn't help laughing: "Great, my mother proposed a marriage, but she didn't like my daughter, but I am the one who liked me."

"Let's take a closer look. We need to be more cautious." Jieshka shook his head. "Have you read the files on this family?"

Jilo's twisted smile faded a little.

This widow named Isolde was originally the mistress of an abbot of a monastery, and she was able to build her family business with the help of this support.

It's just that this backer is currently digging manure in the Holy Trinity Education Team, and that's why he has set his sights on Jeshka, his new backer.

"After all, this family has ties to the church. If Your Majesty has a grudge against me because of this, even if you give me three times the family property, it won't be able to make up for the loss."

Jessica dipped the bread into the stew and said, "If she's smart, we still have a chance. If she's not smart, I'd rather marry the daughter of an armed peasant. At least she's innocent."

Jilo couldn't help but look stern.

(End of this chapter)