Chapter 469: Demon Hunters Have a Hard Time Too

To be honest, Favaleri was also quite annoyed by Aigalan's actions.

Unlike other demon hunters, ever since Favaleri became the leader of a human labor gang, farmers have basically been getting their work through him as a middleman.

Due to his black identity, Favaleri could not go too far, which made many workers feel that he was more fair.

Although it was only a small power of allocation and dispatch, it still won the flattery of the workers.

This made Favaleri, who had always been despised, feel a little flattered.

But he was still sober enough to know that what had happened had happened and could not be undone.

Although they are reluctant to leave their current life, in the end they still have to work for the nobles. After all, this is the territory of the devil and heretics.

"Okay, have you really forgotten what you are here for?" Favaleri interrupted the other demon hunters' condemnation in a cold voice.

"Boss Favaleri, we were doing well, but because of these two people, our income has been reduced by at least half."

Favaleri stood up and glanced at everyone with a cold look: "Do you know who you are working for? Do you want to lose your head? Are you really going to work until the New Year's Day?"

Several old demon hunters fell silent. Unless they stayed on Autumn Dusk Island forever, the consequence of disobeying the church would be that they would no longer have a place in the entire empire.

Thinking of this, several old demon hunters felt sad.

In this advanced 15th century, people no longer travel around and take orders to hunt monsters, just like the monster hunters in the story collection.

With the increase in the number of demon hunters and the cooperation with the church nobles, something similar to the demon hunter guild gradually emerged.

At the Ecumenical Council of 1355, under the leadership of the then Pope Innocent (actually John), the Witcher Castle was established.

From then on, each province would have one or two witcher castles, each with dozens to hundreds of witchers, subsidized by funds from the local archbishop.

Whenever a monster incident occurs somewhere, if the local lord is unable to resolve it independently, he can report it to the local church.

These "orders" are aggregated through the church to the witcher's castle, and the church and the nobles jointly pay the witcher to hunt monsters.

Of course, if a monster is hunted down, the monster's materials, such as flesh, blood, bones, and even brain crystals must be divided with the church in proportion.

But in Favaleri's time, the method became to wait for monsters to appear, and when they accumulated to a certain number, send a group of monster hunters to hunt them on a tour.

The first is for efficiency, and the second is to give monsters the opportunity to grow, reproduce and be born.

If we clear all the monsters at once, what will we eat and drink in the future?
Or if the monster is killed before it grows up, wouldn’t the loot of materials be much less?
As for those civilians who were harmed by monsters, it can only be said that it doesn't matter. Being bitten to death is fate, and you can't blame others.

Under this model, organizations such as the Demon Hunter Group that took on collective tasks emerged, and specialized monster order contractors followed within the church.

Due to the reduction in the number of monsters and the improvement in efficiency, the mission success rate is higher and the death rate of monster hunters is lower.

As a result, the number of demon hunters could not match the number of orders, so they had to start treating each other to meals, undercutting each other on price, and even delaying the balance payment.

Demon hunter is a high-risk profession. Maybe if you delay for too long and are owed wages, you will die.
As a result, the down-and-out demon hunters had to take on assassination, espionage, formula theft, and intelligence trading to make a living.

The demon hunter's reputation began to be ruined from that time.

Although demon hunters in the past would do this kind of thing, the number was small and the price was very high.

Favaleri's team is relatively good, at least there are still monster hunting orders to take every year.

They only earn around 10 gold pounds a year, and if there are no orders to hunt monsters, the income will be even less.

Moreover, many times, the balance of an order would take more than ten or twenty years to arrive, and they only had 10 gold pounds on the books.

In fact, the total income per year was only 7 or 8 gold pounds, unless he was hired as a bodyguard by other nobles.

But that is the exclusive right of the Lion Witcher, because the Lion Witcher only accepts the second sons and illegitimate sons of nobles as witchers.

The Lion Faction Demon Hunters are not the same kind of people as the Wolf Faction and Snake Faction Demon Hunters.

If they were a laborer on Qiumu Island, they would not have to fight to the death, lick blood from the blade, or pay the price of sterilization and illness. With children, a home and a wife, they could earn four or five gold pounds a year.

And they have to pay so much just to get an extra 3 gold pounds. Is it really worth it?
"This time it's the Osra family who placed the order." Seeing that everyone else had calmed down, Favaleri sat on the crossbar and used a stick to stoke the fire. "The Duke is very quick to pay. We can get the rest of the money when we go back. It's not a big deal to work on Qiumu Island."

The rest of the witchers remained silent.

This sounds good, but the problem is that things are not that easy.

The Osla family's request is to teach the Saviors a lesson, let them know the consequences of killing the Osla family, and let them know that this is just interest.

The church said that they hoped they would collect some intelligence and try to undermine the internal unity of the Savior Army, and preferably kill a few high-ranking officials.

With this amount of tasks, the old witchers still thought they were members of the witcher team. One witcher is worth ten.

"Let's not worry about Avar for now." Favaleri picked up the burnt branches and drew on the ground, "We have to plan a big move before we are exposed."

"We can't get close to Horn. Those gendarmes have been trained by traitors and are very familiar with our tricks." An old demon hunter rubbed his waist and gestured on the map.

What he said was true, but the reason why the demon hunters have been able to hide until now is not because of their excellent disguise or lurking skills, but because they have not made any moves.

Even when they were fighting for territory with the beastman laborers, no one was killed.

"It would be nice to have a heavy crossbow." An eagle-like demon hunter said in a low voice, "The Pope is heavily guarded, so I can kill a few of those elders without any problem."

"We have some hunting crossbows, but they can't penetrate chain mail," Favaleri said, pointing to the oil-paper package hidden in the hollow of a tree.

"Or poison. My poison is too strong and has a very obvious smell, while the smell is not obvious and the toxicity is too low."

"No."

"Do you have a sacred ball?" Aigalan asked, "We can kidnap an elder and take him away."

Favaleri took out a few fist-sized iron-framed balls from his arms: "The church gave us some holy water grenades, but they said they had little effect on these demons..."

"Holy water has no effect on these devil's lackeys? Then are they devils after all?"

"Heretics, it's normal that holy water is useless."

"Neither this nor that. Isn't this the list from the Osra family? Are you so stingy? You won't give us anything?" A demon hunter angrily threw a few stones into the fire.

"I also received the order from old Fuwan, but I think there must be more than just our group. That's the Osla family. It's not a small order. Even if it's in our hands, there will only be 50 gold pounds left."

"50 pounds? Wait!" Aigalan raised his head suddenly. "You give us 5 pounds each and you give yourself 10 pounds. That's 35 pounds. What about the remaining 15 pounds?"

Favaleri was not at all flustered after letting the cat out of the bag: "Don't you need to manage the relationships between superiors and subordinates? You stupid guy, I'm being kind by taking 30%, maybe I'll even have to pay for it."

It was only then that Aigalan realized what was happening, but even as he accepted it, the other demon hunters were looking at him with more and more suspicion.

Favaleri gave them a look that showed he had given up, so the other witchers did not expose him.

"In terms of intelligence, we discovered that the Savior Army had a new witch, and we made up a story about her abilities to fool people.

If we want to assassinate them, we can kill two beastmen and take them away and say they are high-ranking beastmen who are collaborating with the heretics. Anyway, they have a lot of kings."

The experienced old demon hunter broke down the task and then asked Favaleri: "Finally, it's about destroying internal unity..."

"Let's do this." Favaleri seemed to have made up his mind, "Everyone pack your luggage in advance, and take the beastmen, one dead and one alive, away to the cave.

I heard that during this period, the Kush noble youths from Jinhe Township are coming to Qiumu Island. If we shoot three times, even if it destroys the relationship between the Kush nobles in Jinhe Township and the Salvation Army, it will be worthy of the bishop... How do you think?"

"Okay, spend a little more money and fool around for a day."

The matter was settled, and several old witchers slowly stood up, looking at the moon in the sky with half resentment and half nostalgia, and gradually disappeared into the forest.

(End of this chapter)