Kingdom of Sicily, Countdom of Caltanissetta, small town of Swinia.

On a drizzly morning, more than a dozen ragged refugees trudged through muddy mountain paths.

It is located in a hilly area, the transportation is inconvenient, and the people live in poverty, and even the knights who have fiefdoms here have abandoned their territories to live in the city.

But because of this, it is also one of the few places in the Kingdom of Sicily that has not been affected by the Black Death.

"We'll be there right away, hold on. ”

A middle-aged man with a long beard, blond hair and blue eyes, with typical Germanic characteristics, said to his wife and children behind him.

"Is there really a disease free of Swinnia?"

The woman behind him showed a worried expression, both longing and fearing that she would see a floating corpse again.

Along the way, they have been to too many places where there are no plagues, but there are invariably outbreaks of the Black Death, and there are blackened corpses everywhere.

It was as if wherever they went, they went from heaven to hell.

"Definitely not. ”

The middle-aged man gave this categorical answer.

They no longer have the strength and food to sustain them to reach the next so-called ideal country free of epidemics.

At last, they saw a curling smoke rising from the far end of the rain curtain, and a small town standing alone on the plain.

"We're here!"

The fleeing people cheered, and their sore legs regained strength.

Soon, however, a sentry post appeared in front of them, and behind the wooden rejection, angry faces shouted insults at them.

"Outsider, get out of here!"

"You bastards, don't set foot in Swinnia!"

Armed with rudimentary spears and shields made of door panels, they roared in red ears to defend their homeland.

"We're not sick, please, let's go in. ”

Someone pleaded, "We have money, and we will pay you, if you give us a place to stay." ”

And this was exchanged for even more insults.

"Get out!"

"Get out of here, or we're welcome. ”

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Kill them!"

This sentence was like lighting a fuse, and people on both sides were clamoring at the same time.

"Kill them, don't let outsiders in!"

"Kill them, just kill them all, we can take this town, and everything here will belong to us!"

The atmosphere froze instantly.

The fleeing refugees also drew their weapons to protect themselves.

The women and children looked at the townsfolk across from them in horror, wondering why the situation had suddenly turned to such a situation.

The middle-aged man tried to find the person in the team who had just shouted "kill all the townspeople", but the townspeople had already rushed up, and he had no choice but to prepare to fight back.

"Kill!"

The shouts of killing suddenly rang out.

The townsfolk rushed towards the fleeing people with shields and spears.

Naturally, the refugees will not be killed, but how can these refugees, who are constantly running around and lacking food and clothing, be the opponents of the townspeople who are waiting for their work?

Soon, the group of refugees was surrounded and killed.

"Hahaha, it's just too much to do!"

"And these guys want to rob our homes?"

The middle-aged man lay in the rain, looking at his young son who was stabbed to death by a shot, and his vision gradually blurred.

"Why ......"

He fell to his knees and muttered under his breath.

Why did it not the "ideal country" that finally arrived at them after all the hardships, but the executioners who sent them to their deaths?

"Feel the anger?"

"Do you feel unwilling?"

"They think you're carrying a plague, so why don't you carry a deadly plague and slaughter them all?"

A low murmur echoed in his ears.

At the same time, the townspeople began to loot the corpses for their wealth.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Who was shouting to kill all these outsiders just now?"

"I don't know. ”

"Not me. ”

The group stared blankly at each other before shrugging their shoulders.

It didn't matter who it was, they had gained wealth anyway, and they had kept these outsiders who might be carrying the epidemic out of the town.

Everything is fine, isn't it?

"Huh, where's the corpse here?"

"Who?"

"That Norman, the dog mongrel who slashed Bell. ”

"yes, I was still here. ”

A cold wind blew, and the townspeople, whose clothes were wet by the rain, shivered, and a chill rose from the bottom of their hearts.

......

Caltanissetta is located in the northwest of the Witches' Forest, and Leon is targeting the small town of Swinnia, which belongs to it.

The weather was a bit bad today, with a light rain, and Leon and Dante walked through the woods one after the other.

The road conditions were poor, and Mr. Dante did not have a teleportation artifact like the Rainbow Bridge, nor did he have the ability of Lady Lagaia to control the vines to bypass, and the two of them were soon in a mess.

"Mr. Dante, what kind of demon are we hunting this time?"

Leon felt like he was looking for a chance to update the Demon Hunter Zari's Demon Atlas, which still had only one image of the Dwarf Demon alone.

Dante, who was walking in front, turned his head and frowned: "Leon, I must emphasize again, it is you who hunt, not me. ”

"This time I'm only responsible for keeping you safe and telling you a little bit about witchers. ”

Li Ang was a little helpless at the old-fashioned nature of this Mr. Demon Hunter, and nodded, "I understand. Then let me ask again, what demon am I going to hunt?"

Dante said, "It should be one or more werewolves." ”

"Werewolves?" Leon said in surprise, "Aren't werewolves human-become, and they're demons?"

The name of the werewolf in later literary works can be said to be like thunder, and the legend of the werewolf has also been heard of by Lyon himself before.

These monsters are said to have been transformed by evil sorcerers resembling witches who used black magic to transform a town adjacent to the territory of Tbelley at the hands of werewolves.

Dante nodded: "Of course, werewolves are demons, in addition, vampires, black knights and many other dark creatures are considered a type of demons. ”

Bloodsucker?

He keenly captured this word in film and television works, falling in love with werewolves and killing each other.

Leon asked, "Are werewolves related to vampires?"

Dante frowned and said, "Why do you ask that? They are just poor fellows who were tempted by demons to sell their souls in exchange for power, and other than that, they have nothing to do with each other. ”

Leon nodded, and subconsciously looked through the Demon Hunter Hand, only to find that just listening to some basic information could not trigger the update of the Demon Atlas.

Dante smiled: "Actually, they are very similar to us, except that we never do business with demons, let alone sign contracts with them, demons are indeed more powerful than humans, but we choose to snatch them from them, rather than wag their tails and beg for mercy." ”

Leon suddenly realized something, and exclaimed, "How many werewolves were you talking about just now? That is, more than one?"

Dante said: "Werewolves are contagious, as long as the person bitten by it will also turn into a werewolf on the night of the full moon, so there may be more than one." ”

Leon frowned, "It sounds like the Black Death." ”

Dante looked relaxed: "Don't worry too much, except for the first werewolf, the strength of the rest of the infected werewolves is very weak, far less than the real demons, of course, they are still a great threat to ordinary people." ”

Leon asked, "Mr. Dante, can I ask where you received the assignment from?"

Dante chuckled, "You may not believe it, I said it, it was a commission issued by the church of Caltanissetta. ”

Leon was surprised, "Aren't the witchers hostile to the church?"

Dante sneered: "No matter how great the power of the church is, it is impossible to cover everything, and besides, over the years, the threat of demons has become greater and greater, and the rebellion has become more and more frequent. ”

Speaking of this, a smile tugged at the corner of Dante's mouth: "If I say that I will meet Alexander III, do you believe it?"

Alexander III was none other than the contemporary pope.

Li Ang was stunned: "How is this possible?"

Dante waved his hand: "There are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests, when you are strong enough, all the unbreakable rules on the surface are like paper tigers, such as your mother lives in the Witches' Forest, this is not a secret, but why does the church still turn a blind eye?"

Leon nodded: "I see. That means that until I become stronger, I still have to be wary of the church, right?"

Dante was surprised: "True, but not comprehensive." ”

He organized the language and said, "Be wary of the Church at all times and in all places, especially when you are weak and strong enough. ”