As it turned out, Gelot quickly bought all the things he needed in the room on the first floor of the headquarters fort, which was in charge of buying and selling magical materials, alchemical items, and various recipes, and then followed the Teutonic artilleryman who was responsible for leading the way out of the headquarters fort, and prepared to leave at the gate of the headquarters fort. Regardless of the industry in the Teutonic camp, the principle of simplicity and efficiency followed, so Gelot did not have much effort to figure out what was available and how much could be bought here, and he paid for it in a short period of time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Lich Mage who was in charge of trading all kinds of magic materials, alchemical items, and various recipes didn't talk much, and Galllot bought some herbs from him that he was familiar with. Some of the bio-based magic materials and a few bottles of magic potions that can figure out what they do, but there is not much to gain from this: the Teutonic camp itself also needs to stock up on these things, and what can be sold is some large quantities of cheap magic materials or simple magic potions, so Gelot can only use nearly one-third of the coins in his money bag to buy what he needs, and then wait for himself to use some simple alchemy equipment in the bag carried by Roche horses to make the corresponding potion, so that he can drink it before the battle to increase his perception or temporarily lose his pain。

"It's a pity that you're not part of the Teutonic camp, so if you want to mix magic potions or alchemy items yourself, you'll have to figure it out yourself, and the magic lab in the basement of the headquarters fort is only open to lich mages and magicians affiliated with the Teutonic camp. While Gelot carefully sorted the herbs, bio-type magic materials, and magic potions he had bought into the herb bag and a small leather case that Roche was carrying, the Teutonic artilleryman who was leading the way stood aside with his arms crossed and said, "Looks like you know alchemy?" Judging by your outfit and the variety of weapons you carry, I thought that demon hunters would only wield two-handed swords to fight monsters, but I didn't expect you to know alchemy as well as the lich mages or the magicians who occasionally come here to buy and sell. ”

"Demon hunters need to know a little bit about everything, otherwise how can we fight all kinds of battles and kill them to get bounties?" Gallott put a bottle of magic potion labeled with the word 'M' into a small leather case specially designed to store all kinds of magic potions and all kinds of unique demon hunter potions, and without even turning his head, he began to adjust Rochi's belly belt, "I'm ready to leave the Teutonic camp and return to the human world, and your surveillance work can be over." ”

"That's true, then I wish you all the best. The Teutonic artilleryman who led the way nodded, and waved his hand at Gelot, who was straddling Rochi's horse, "Goodbye, Demon Hunter." ”

"Goodbye. Gelot nodded slightly, then shook the reins with both hands, "Run, Rochi!"

With the neighing of Roche's horses, Gelot rode his horse in the direction he had come from like a gale, and soon his figure disappeared at the gates of the first fortress wall of the Teutonic camp, and the sound of horses' hooves faded away.

"Strange guys, saying that humans are not humans, saying that youkai are not monsters, actually hunting monsters to make a living. After watching Gelot leave the Teutonic camp, the Teutonic artilleryman who was in charge of leading him the way shrugged his shoulders, and then walked in the direction of the barracks, ready to return to his room to rest for a while, "Obviously in the prime of life, his hair and beard are all white, and he has a pair of yellow cat eyes...... Half-human, half-monster? It can't be a 'shemale', right? It seems that only the Chinese word in the mouth of the Chinese captain of the Boghall corpse witch district can describe it......"

Gallot, who was busy returning to the Mortal Realm, could not have imagined what a Teutonic artilleryman would use to describe himself in the belly, he had just been able to see the wooden walled gate on the north side of the Mortal Realm, and all he could think about was what kind of magic potions and unique Demon Hunter potions he would make in his room after finding the tavern for dinner.

The Boghall pikemen who were standing guard at the wooden gate had received the order from above, and learned that Galot, the demon hunter, was not a hostile outsider, so it was easy for Galot to walk through the wooden gate and re-enter the human world, walking in the direction of the tavern.

The number of passers-by began to increase along the way, as by this time most of the human inhabitants who had worked outside the village or in the Teutonic camp had returned one after another, making the streets lively and lively.

Tethering Roche's reins to one of the bolted horse posts in a row near the entrance to the tavern, Gelot noticed that there were also many tall horses wearing horse plate armor and black cross robes on a white background, but he was keenly aware that these tall horses were not only larger than ordinary heavy cavalry horses in size, but also had a strange red glow in their eyes, which made Roch on the side keep neighing uneasily, as if these strange high-headed horses had an inexplicable sense of oppression and fear for ordinary horses。

"It's not a normal war horse, and it has an aura similar to that of a demon spirit. With a keen sense of demon hunters, Gallott easily noticed the strangeness of these high-headed war horses, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Judging by the coat of arms, these strange war horses are all from the Teutonic camp? ”

After slightly adjusting the position of the steel and silver swords on his back to prevent the blade or hilt of the sword from getting stuck in the crack of the door and inadvertently bumping into someone, Garrow pushed open the door to the tavern and walked inside.

The tavern was almost overcrowded due to the approaching dusk, and nearly half of the men were Burghall soldiers who were resting in shifts: using the Demon Hunter's senses, Gelot noticed that the entire tavern was unexpectedly quiet as the Burghall soldiers were drinking and eating, and the voices they made during meals and conversations were deliberately muffled, rather than the fuss of almost all the army soldiers he had seen before, and even the drunkenness of the drunkenness.

Halberds, spears, and fan shields were neatly stacked near the entrance and exit of the tavern, and the rest of the weapons were worn around the waists of the Boghall soldiers, at most they were careful not to let the ramids and spikes on the one-handed mace hanging from their waists touch people;

"Stranger?" As Gallot walked to the counter as he surveyed his surroundings, the tavernkeeper glanced at Gallott's distinctive and eerie cat eyes in surprise with a dirty wine glass in his hand, and asked, "What do you want?"

"A bottle of vodka, and a dinner, and I'm going to have to stay here for the night after eating and drinking. Gallott said, untying his purse from his waist and pulling out the coins he needed to pay for, "What's there to eat here?"

"Grilled pork chops, grilled lamb chops, and all sorts of chicken, lamb and pork dishes, all with relevant menus posted on the walls. The tavernkeeper tilted his head and motioned for the white-haired Demon Hunter in front of him to look at a long menu posted behind him, "There's a lot of variety to eat here, but a fair portion of the food depends on the current season. By the way, stranger, what kind of vodka are you going to want? We have a wide variety of liquors here, and we have four types of photovoltaic special products here. ”

"It's good to be ordinary, give me another one...... Well, grill lamb chops, add more onions to taste, then serve two parts of garlic foam with river mussels, and one serving of toasted white bread. Gallott quickly glanced at the menu posted on the wall behind the tavernkeeper, and it didn't take long for him to report what he wanted to eat, "Boss, is there any accommodation here?"

"Of course, I have a lot of private rooms and rooms dedicated to accommodation on the second and third floors here, if you want to stay, you can pay for it, the specific price is like this......" said the tavern owner explained the price, and then took out an unopened bottle of vodka from under the counter, "There are almost no empty seats on the first floor of the tavern now, if you don't plan to eat in the room or private room where you are about to stay, then first grieve the position in front of the counter, which is narrower than the surrounding round table." ”

"I'm just eating here. Gallott shrugged his shoulders, then pulled a high chair over the counter and sat down, biting the cork off the bottle with his teeth, pouring himself a glass of vodka, and drinking slowly as he waited for his dinner.

After drinking for a while, Garrow whispered to the tavernkeeper who was still wiping his dirty wine glass, "Who are those knights in heavy armor?" boss?"

"Who?" The tavern owner didn't react at first when he was called by Gelot, but he quickly understood the white-haired demon hunter's question and answered, "Those are the guards knights in the Teutonic camp, and they must be the ones who came here to rest and drink in shifts - guest, did you see the group of undead warhorses outside the tavern?"

"See, it is stronger than ordinary heavy cavalry in terms of physique and size, but the eyes are still weirdly red. Gallott nodded, swallowing the last bit of spicy vodka in his mouth, "It seems to be a war horse that resembles a wraith." ”

"It's called the undead horses, and the ones who park them safely at the door of the tavern are the knights of the guards, who usually carry out various tasks in the Teutonic camp and hunt all kinds of monsters, monsters and monsters in the enchanted forest and the lost bamboo forest, and drink and relieve their fatigue when they are resting, or sit quietly in the street park in the village, not knowing what they are thinking. ”

"Knights of a non-human race are rare, and although I have heard that there are many non-human races in the Teutonic army under the Teutonic camp, it is indeed beyond my imagination to see so many non-human knights of the Guard and human drinkers in the tavern. Gelot shrugged his shoulders and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "The armor they're wearing looks like a mix of Nilfgaard's and Wild Hunts......"

"Your dinner is over, guest. As Gallott silently reminisced about some of his previous experiences, before he knew it, he had drunk a whole bottle of vodka, and the tavern owner brought him all the food he had ordered, "plus the cost of your overnight stay here, that's the price." ”

"Okay. Looking at the number made by the tavernkeeper with a few fingers of his right hand, Gallott took a few coins from his purse, handed them over, then picked up his knife and fork and began to eat.

The food in the tavern couldn't be bad, and for Gallott, who had been on the road for days and lived almost exclusively in the wild, a hot dinner was a delicacy that made Gallot feel very satisfied.

Wiping his mouth, Garrow pushed the empty plates, bottles, and glasses in front of him forward, then walked out of the tavern, took some of Rochi's luggage from his horse, returned to the tavern, and asked the tavernkeeper, "Where is my room?"

"The room on the left at the end of the corridor on the second floor, that's your room, I hope you sleep well. The tavernkeeper pointed to the second floor above his head, and began to clean up the empty plates, bottles, and glasses on the counter.

According to the location indicated by the tavernkeeper, Gallott quickly made it in his room, took out some simple alchemy equipment and purchased magic materials and herbs from his bag, and began to make the magic potions and unique demon hunter potions he needed for the time.

"It's a pity that there is no ratthorn grass in this world, and the lich mage in charge of buying and selling all kinds of magical materials at the Teutonic camp headquarters has also indicated that this herb does not exist here, and it seems that it will take a little more work to attract the griffon......" Galllot thought silently while mixing several herbs, common and rare, with certain kinds of spirits in a special process. (To be continued.) )