Chapter 469 The life of the demon hunter is also difficult
To be honest, Favalery was also quite angry at Aigalan's actions.
Unlike other demon hunters, since Favaleri became the leader of the human labor gang, farmers have basically used him as a middleman to take over work.
Due to the issue of black status, Favaleri cannot go too far, which makes many workers think that he is fairer.
Although it was only a small power to allocate dispatch, it was still flattered by the workers.
This made Favaleri, who had always been despised, feel a little overwhelmed.
But he was still sober and knew that what happened happened, and there was no way to undo it.
Although they are reluctant to give up their current life, in the end they still have to work for the nobles. After all, this is the territory of devils and heretics.
"Okay, have you really forgotten what you came here to do?" Favaleri interrupted the other demon hunters' accusations with a cold voice.
“Boss Favaleri, we have done a good job, but because of these two people, our income has been reduced by at least half.”
Favaleri stood up and glanced at everyone with a chilling gaze: "Do you know who you are working for? Do you want to lose your head? Are you really prepared to work until New Year's Day?"
Several old demon hunters fell silent. Unless they stayed on Autumn Musk Island forever, the consequences of disobeying the church would be that the entire empire would no longer have a foothold.
Thinking of this, several old demon hunters felt a little sad.
Just like the demon hunters in the story, traveling around taking orders to hunt monsters will no longer happen in this advanced 15th century.
With the increase in the number of witchers and official cooperation with the church nobles, something similar to a witcher guild gradually emerged.
At the Ecumenical Council in 1355, under the leadership of the then Pope Innocent (actually John), the Witcher Castle was established.
After that, each province will have one or two witcher castles. Each castle has about dozens to hundreds of witchers, which are subsidized by the local metropolitan.
Whenever a monster incident occurs somewhere, if the local lord has no way to solve it independently, he can report it to the local church.
These "orders" are collected through the church to the witcher castle, and the church and the nobles jointly pay the witchers to hunt monsters.
Of course, if a monster is hunted, the monster's materials, such as flesh, blood, bones, and even brain crystals, must be divided proportionally with the church.
But in Favaleri's era, it became a matter of waiting for monsters to appear, and then sending a group of demon hunters to hunt them after a certain number had been accumulated.
The first is for efficiency, and the second is to give monsters a chance to grow, reproduce and be born.
If all the monsters are eliminated 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 the civilians who were harmed by monsters, it can only be said that it was casual. It was fate to be bitten to death. No one else can be blamed.
Under this model, organizations such as the Demon Hunter Group that collectively accept tasks emerged, and specialized contractors for monster orders within the church also appeared.
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 witchers is lower.
As a result, the number of demon hunters can no longer match the order volume, and they will start to treat guests to dinner, lower each other's prices, and even default on the final payment.
The demon hunter is a high-risk profession. Maybe the person who is being owed wages will die while dragging him with him?
So the down-and-out demon hunter has to take on assassinations, espionage, stealing formulas, and buying and selling intelligence to make ends meet.
The reputation of demon hunters began to deteriorate from that time.
Although demon hunters in the past would do this kind of thing, after all, the number was small and the price was high.
Favaleri's team is relatively good. At least they can still take orders for hunting monsters every year.
They only have an income of about 10 gold pounds a year. If there is no order for hunting monsters, this income will be even less.
And many times, it takes more than ten or twenty years for the final payment of an order to arrive, and they only have 10 gold pounds on their books.
In fact, the total income received in a year is only 7 or 8 gold pounds, unless he is hired as a bodyguard by other nobles.
But that is the patent of the lion sect of demon hunters, because the lion sect of demon hunters only accepts the second sons and illegitimate sons of nobles as demon hunters.
The lion sect demon hunters and these wolf sect and snake sect demon hunters are not the same.
If they were a laborer on Qiumu Island, they would not need to be beaten to death, there would be no need to lick blood with the blade of a knife, and there would be no need to pay the price of sterilization and illness. He has children, a daughter, a home and a wife, and he can actually have four or five gold pounds a year.
And they have to pay so much just to get 3 more gold pounds. Is it really worth it?
“This time the order was placed by the Osla family.” Seeing that everyone else had calmed down, Favaleri sat on the crossbar and used a wooden stick to stir up the fire. The money is very convenient, we can get the rest of the money when we go back, and we can work on Qiu Mu Island.”
The other demon hunters were silent.
Although this sounds nice, the problem is that things are not that easy to handle.
The request of the Osla family is to give the Salvation Army some color, let them know the consequences of killing the Osla family, and let them know that it is just interest.
According to the church, they hope that they can collect some intelligence and try to destroy the internal unity of the Salvation Army. It is best to kill a few high-level officials to see blood.
With this amount of tasks, the old demon hunters thought they were a group of demon hunters. One demon hunter was worth ten.
"Don't worry about Avar's affairs for now." Picking up the hardened branch, Favaleri drew on the ground, "We have to quickly plan a big move before we are exposed."
< br>"We can't kill Horn either. Those military police have been trained by the traitors and are very familiar with our tactics." An old demon hunter rubbed his waist and started drawing on the map.
What he said is the truth, but the reason why the demon hunters have been able to hide until now is not because of how good their disguise or lurking skills are, but because they don't move at all.
Even when they competed with the lycanthropic laborers for territory, no one was killed.
"It would be nice to have a heavy crossbow." A hawkish demon hunter said in a low voice, "The Pope is heavily guarded, so I can kill a few Laushizi senators without any problem. "
"We have a few hunting crossbows, but they can't shoot through the chainmail," Favaleri said, pointing to the oil paper bag hidden in the hollow of the tree.
"Or poison, my poison is too strong and the taste is too obvious, and the toxicity is too low if the taste is not obvious."
"No."
"Is there a sacred tennis ball?" Aigalan asked, "We can kidnap a senator and take him away."
Favaleri took out several fist-sized iron-framed balls from his arms: "The Church We were given some holy water grenades, but they said they had little effect on these devils..."
"Holy water has no effect on these devil lackeys? Are they actually devils?"
" Heretic, it’s normal that the holy water is useless.”
“Not this, not that. Isn’t this the order of the Osla family?” A hunter? The demon threw a few stones into the fire in annoyance.
"I also received the order from Old Fuwan, but I think there must be more than just one of us. It is the Osla family. It is either a small order, or we only have 50 gold pounds left in our hands. "
"50 gold pounds? Wait!" Aigalang suddenly raised his head, "You give us 5 gold pounds, 10 gold pounds for yourself, 35 gold pounds, and 15 gold pounds. "Where's the pound?"
Favaleri didn't panic at all: "Don't you have to deal with the relationship between the superiors and subordinates? I'll take 30% of it as a conscience, and I'll pay it back if I can't."
Aigalang suddenly realized it, but after he accepted it, the sights of the other demon hunters became more and more strange.
Favaleri gave them a look of resignation to prevent the other witchers from exposing him.
"In terms of intelligence, we discovered that the Salvation Army has a new witch, and then we can make up the witch's abilities to fool them.
If we want to assassinate, kill two lycanthropes and take them away, saying that they are high-level lycanthropes who are cooperating with the heretics. , Anyway, they are a bunch of kings."
The experienced old demon hunter broke down the task, and then asked Favaleri: "The last thing is this that destroys internal unity..."< br>
"Let's do this." Favaleri seemed to have made up his mind, "Everyone pack your luggage in advance, and the lycanthropes will be taken away alive and dead and sent to the cave.
I listen. During this time, the young Kush nobles from Jinhe Township are coming to Qiumu Island. If we shoot three rounds, we will destroy the relationship between the Kush nobles from Jinhe Township and the Salvation Army. It will be worthy of the bishop... How about it?"
"Okay, spend more money and keep fooling around for a day."
After the matter was discussed, several old demon hunters stood up slowly, looking at the sky with half resentment and half nostalgia. The moon gradually disappeared in the forest.
(End of this chapter)