Chapter 305: A marriage event that demon hunters should never have


Chapter 305: The Marriage Event That Demon Hunters Shouldn’t Have

Grush suspected that it was a demon hunter not without reason.

A spy of this age and his method of covering up traces are hard not to think of a witcher.

Based on Grush's judgment, he looks very much like a snake or wolf sect demon hunter.

Demon hunters are mainly divided into four schools: snake, wolf, lion, and eagle, and each takes different types of magic potions.

The snake sect is good at detection and poisoning, the wolf sect is good at tracking and camouflaging, the lion sect is good at resistance and toughness, and the hawks sect is good at ambush and assassination.

Wolf faction potions are the least toxic, so they are the most abundant, but the mortality rate is still not low.

The so-called magic potion is not only the source of power for demon hunters, but also the source of their disgust.

Different from ordinary potions, magic potions are alchemical potions.

In other words, all potions must be made by alchemists, and they must be related to the secret party or the witch's family.

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

Taking the wolf sect as an example, 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 they will be born with magic-like physical abilities.

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

At this time, their Knight Breathing Technique will always stay at the current level.

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

Even sometimes when there is a real shortage of people, the demon hunters will kidnap, recruit and buy slaves.

Rugilo was born a slave, and his hometown is in the Lilac Corridor in southern France.

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

The two were eventually kicked 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 of Wolf Castle in Black Snake Bay.

After seven and a half years of practice, just the day before Gilo was about to drink the wolf potion that gambled his life - the witch came.

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

Sitting under the thatched shed, Gilo was holding hot black tea and crossing his legs.

In the rain curtain in front of him, a dozen teenagers about his age were struggling to climb along the wall.

The rain slid down tracks on their muddy faces, and their knees and palms were skinned and bleeding.

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

Looking at these teenagers, Gilo couldn't help but think of the days ten years ago.

But ten years ago, when he completed these training subjects, his purpose was not to get whipped.

The purpose of these teenagers is to seek revenge and obtain the Medal of Small Diagrams, Black Diagrams, and Large Diagrams awarded by the Pope, as well as the dream of all boy soldiers - the Feitian Big Diagram Medal.

"Okay." Seeing that the last child soldier had climbed up the high wall, Gilo stood up, "Well done, you can go back to the camp. The specific score will be announced tomorrow.

There is hot water in the camp. You must take a shower and force out the wet and cold body fluids before you can rest. Do you understand?” Running towards Castle Joan of Arc.

Looking at the farmers and the holy hoe farmhands who were still wearing cloaks and patrolling the fields in the rain, Gilo had a complicated mood.

How did he, a smuggler and liar, a small broker who traveled among secret parties, become an instructor of the first secret service agency of the Papal State?

But having a demon hunter serve as an instructor for a secret service agency is considered a professional counterpart.

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

Assassinating witches is no longer a problem, but is it still a problem to assassinate ordinary people?

In order to make a living, some demon hunters sometimes accept employment from bishops to assassinate, poison, and eavesdrop.

Sometimes Gilo even wonders, could this be the reason for the poor reputation of witchers?

Among the many schools of demon hunters, the most popular ones are the snake sect and the hawk sect, followed by the lion sect, which is responsible for the personal protection of the lord.

Wolf faction members like Gilo can only become mercenaries.

Any time you see a unit called the Demon Hunter Hundred, it must be composed of the Wolf Faction.

If a witcher is doing well, his annual income will not exceed 20 gold pounds at most.

Demon hunters were in a miserable state. They only had a minimum living allowance of three to five gold pounds per year. They were even killed by unscrupulous people who took advantage of their drunkenness to rob them of their money.

According to this standard, Gilo is considered to be doing well among the best.

The basic salary is 2 gold pounds a month and 24 gold pounds a year. If the performance reaches the standard, there will be a bonus of 2-6 gold pounds at the end of the year.

This income is almost the same as that of a knight.

Among the survivor witchers who escaped from Wolfsburg with him, he can definitely ride on the faces of those old friends.

"It would be great if I could find my sister." As soon as the words came out, Gilo shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

He had previously checked that his sister Nezko was sold to the Royal Court of Flesh and Blood, and she would probably never see her again in this life. In this way, the bloodline of the Kamado family can only be passed on by myself. Fortunately, I didn't drink the magic potion. That thing is very good.

In the Papal State, he is considered a middle-class person, and he does not have to wander around, so it is not difficult to find a wife.

These days, many citizens with their daughters blocked the door of his residence. The charming girls were so enthusiastic that Gilo couldn't help but have the idea of ​​​​taking a wife.

As he was thinking about it, running across the street through the rain, Gilo stopped in front of a house.

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

Myrcella in the shrine holds a sword, and the rain makes a crackling sound on the mosaic window.

This red-roofed mansion is located in the civic neighborhood of Fort Joan of Arc, less than ten minutes away from the city hall.

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

But this is not just Gilo's residence.

Based on the principle of making the best use of everything, Horn thought that it would be a waste to live in such a big house for one or two people.

So I simply arranged for several high-ranking officials and senators of the Papal State, as long as they were bachelors, to move into this house.

As for those who have a family and a room, Horn will allocate them smaller citizen houses.

In a sense, there is really no one who comes and goes where Ji Luo lives.

After greeting the guard at the door, Gilo stepped into the room 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 soon as he reached the door, Gilo saw a rosacea priest walking out.

"Bishop Chilvis..." Gilo quickly smiled and nodded. Even though he was just the abbot of the Holy Sickle Monastery, he was the founding father of the country.

It’s just that Chilvis is not like people like Madeleine and Armand, and his ability slowly cannot keep up with Horn’s rhythm.

Therefore, he has now taken a back seat 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 can be said that people can make the best use of their talents.

“Brother Gilo came at just the right time.” Chilvis said drunkenly, “There happens to be craft beer tonight, and if the maid hadn’t stopped me, I could have finished the whole bucket.”< br>
Ji Luo forced a smile. After being in contact for a long time, he could probably vaguely understand why this old boy took a back seat.

Ignoring Chilvis, Gilo picked up the plate, took two pieces of bread, and chose between pea soup, stew, grilled fish and berries.

Due to the shortage of food, Saint Sun called for strict frugality. He ensured that every high-ranking official in the Papal State could have enough to eat, but he did not guarantee that they would eat well.

The main thing is that the portion is large and requires a lot of salt.

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

“Don’t eat it, don’t eat it.” Jeshka, who was picking up vegetables at the side, reminded, “I added too much salt today, and the pea soup tastes numb.”

“Jeshka Instructor." Ji Luo smiled and nodded at him, "You came back very early today."

"It rained and the cultural class was changed to an indoor one, so I came back early. Who can bear to eat scraps every day?"

As the chief instructor of the St. Tangy War College, Jeshka has been living an equally happy life recently. Water rises.

Not only did he avenge his humiliation through several battles at Castle Joan and Pavia, he also transformed from a refugee into a senior military attache of the Salvation Army in just six months.

"Mr. Jeshka is in a good mood recently. Is it because good things are about to happen?" Gilo joked with envy and ridicule.

The circle of the Papal State is so large, everyone knows about any trouble.

For example, Her Royal Highness Jeanne, who had changed into new clothes, broke into Hong Wen's house because of Sheng Sun's joke about "Why is the old woman so dazed and acting like a girl?"

For example, the well-known wealthy businesswoman widow of Joan of Arc recently proposed marriage to the 33-year-old Jeshka for her 15-year-old daughter.

"Are you talking about Ivanka?" Jeshka shook her head depressedly, "The little girl is a piece of cake...hiss, but her mother Isolde still has charm. "

Jiluo couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, my grandma proposed a marriage, but she didn't like her daughter, but she liked me."

"Look again, it's true. Be careful." Jeshka shook his head and said, "Have you read the files of this family?"

Ji Luo's twisted smile faded a little.

This female widow named Isolde was originally the mistress of a certain abbot, and she relied on this support to have a family business.

It’s just that this backer is now digging out shit in the Holy Trinity Education Team, and that’s when he took aim at Jeshka, his new backer.

"After all, this family has something to do with the church. If Your Majesty has a grudge against me because of this, I will not be able to recover the loss of this family even if I give it three times."

Jeshka will He put the bread into the stew and dipped it: "If she is smart, we can still have fun. If she is not smart, then I would rather marry the daughter of an armed farmer, at least she is innocent."

Ji Luo couldn't help but look stern.

(End of this chapter)

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