"But only I am capable of catching it, and it is safer for you to hire another witcher, Earl. ”

Count Campbell immediately looked embarrassed: "I also know that demon hunters are experts in dealing with demons, but I believe in God and have never dealt with those heretics, and now I want to find them, and there is no way at all." ”

Muradin said with a solemn expression: "Although the Demon Hunters are heretics, they are also enemies of demons like us, and it is a last resort to be forced to cooperate with them in such an extraordinary period. I happen to know of a witcher, just near Syracuse, just ......"

Speaking of which, Muradin was also embarrassed.

Count Campbell suddenly cursed in his heart.

But his face was not revealed, and he said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, as long as Your Excellency the Bishop invites that demon hunter, I will naturally pay him a reward." ”

Muradin rejoiced: "That would be great. It is a shame to say that the contemptible man is not stingy with that little ransom, but although he is the bishop of Syracuse, he has a clean sleeve, and his family property is provided to God, and he really has not even a little money left. ”

Count Campbell was disgusted as if he had eaten fly droppings, but he still had a smile on his face and said, "Your Excellency's loyalty to God is truly admirable. ”

Muradinle said, "Then I'll go first, tonight, we will come on time to exterminate the demons." ”

Earl Campbell hurriedly got up to see him off.

After sending Muradin away, he couldn't help but say contemptuously: "This old fellow is really greedy for money and life-saving, no wonder he was sent here." ”

"But it doesn't matter, I'm worried that he alone won't be able to solve this hidden monster, as long as he can call one more witcher, even if it's worth paying a little more for it. ”

Syracuse is now in the golden age of rapid development, as long as this trend can be corrected.

The florin he spends now will only be returned exponentially in the future.

And in this era, wealth is synonymous with power, and as long as there is enough money to bribe the church, it is even possible for him to get his hands on the throne of Sicily.

Aren't the big city-states in Northern Italy just because they have money and can pull up a huge number of mercenaries at any time, so even the Eastern Roman Empire doesn't dare to provoke them?

You must know that although Eastern Rome has been in decline since the fall of the Komnenos, it is still a behemoth with the name of "Rome" in any case.

......

After leaving the Count's Palace, Muradin's steps couldn't help but be much lighter.

Syracuse was not one of the great Italian city-states that made a lot of money from its monopoly on trade in the East, it had long since declined.

Therefore, Muradin also knew that he was assigned here, and there was no possibility of going any further.

After all, if you want to get to the top either by fame or by bribery, he has no fame at all, and this Syracuse is a clear soup with little water, and it is difficult for him to make money.

Count Campbell is right, the current Syracuse has given him hope for the throne, and even if the evil devil wants to destroy this hope, he must destroy it!

What's more, there are also a lot of tempting gold coins.

"It's just that my time in Rome was too short and my talent was poor, so it was really difficult to deal with the unknown devil. ”

"Thankfully, that ugly witcher from Gorond took the witch hunt from me last night, and he shouldn't have left yet. ”

......

At dusk, the night is getting darker.

Earl Campbell paced back and forth in front of the courtyard with some restlessness, glancing from time to time at the sundial placed in the courtyard.

This afternoon, another man has been killed in Syracuse, and the whole city is rumored of a demonic work, and the situation has become serious to the point of urgency.

"Why haven't you come yet? Bishop Muladin, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, won't he shrink back when the moment comes?"

The more I thought about it, the more worried Earl Campbell became: "Judging by his way of doing things, it looks like he can do it!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the mansion.

The servant guarding the door rushed to report: "Bishop Muradin has arrived with a strange man in a black cloak. ”

Count Campbell was overjoyed, and hurriedly said, "Invite them in!"

Sure enough, behind Bishop Muradin, who held a silver and white cross, followed a strange man in a black cloak.

He covered his face with a hood, carried a large wooden box, and had a bulging bag under his clothes, presumably the witcher.

He tacitly did not ask about the identity of the demon hunter, but went straight to the point: "Someone was killed again this afternoon." ”

Before Muradin's mouth could speak, the demon hunter said, "We have already explored the field, and so far, I have not noticed the presence of demonic aura. ”

The witcher wore a hood, his head bowed, and he spoke in an urn.

The Count frowned, "What do you mean?"

The demon hunter said in a calm tone: "What I mean is very simple, this is this matter, I don't think it is very likely that the demon did it. ”

Count Campbell felt a little incredulous: "Isn't it a demon?

The demon hunter shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but I can guarantee that unless this demon has reached the middle stage and can easily cover the demon's aura on his body, otherwise, this matter will definitely not be the demon's handiwork." ”

Medium sequence?

Count Campbell was thoughtful.

Since he knew Dante, he naturally did not know anything about the otherworld.

He knew that this was a division of otherworldly existence in the transcendent world, and it was no longer an existence that mortals could fight against by force.

Earl Campbell couldn't help but worry, "What if it's really the demon of the middle sequence who is doing it?"

The demon hunter shook his head and said, "If the demons of the middle sequence appear in Syracuse, it is almost a sign that they are invincible, and judging from the temperament and style of the demons, they will definitely not choose this inefficient way to kill bit by bit." In other words, if it was really the demons of the middle sequence who were playing tricks, this would have been a dead city a long time ago. ”

Hearing this, Earl Campbell suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Then are you sure that Your Excellency will catch this murderer for me?"

The witcher said, "Fifty florins, I'll help you solve this matter." ”

Hearing what he said, Campbell's heart suddenly became relieved, and he said happily: "Fifty is too little, as long as you can catch the murderer tonight, I will give you a hundred." ”

"Tonight?"

He hesitated for a moment, but nodded, looked at Bishop Muradin, who was also heavily armed and holding a cross on the side, and said, "I have accepted your commission, and I have asked Bishop Muradin to draw up a treaty for me." ”

The Bishop said with a gloomy face, "Okay. ”

Since it is not the devil's trouble, he is naturally useless if he is not good at investigating cases, and the honorarium promised by Campbell is naturally useless.

No, Gorond was invited by me, and when the matter is settled, you must give me a share of the bill!

Where did Count Campbell still need to listen to his face, and hurriedly said, "Then let's go in and talk in detail?"

The witcher refused, "No need, I'll just wait here." I'm ugly and don't like to communicate with people in close proximity, so please forgive me. ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

With a wave of his hand, Campbell pulled Bishop Muradin's hand to draw up a commission contract.

......

While they were talking, Teresa had just finished her afternoon class and hurried back to her room.

Seeing the two puppets that were still intact after a whole afternoon, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The professional really works!

"Mr. Bishop, have you fulfilled my commission?"

"And Mr. Witcher, which of you will receive my reward?"

Naturally, the puppet wouldn't answer, she just rummaged through the locker asking herself, so soon, her expression became gloomy again.

Although the Bishop's puppet and the witcher puppet were intact, in the moat at the foot of the city walls, she found another "corpse".

The puppet that belonged to a blacksmith was still in a different place, with a broken section as smooth as a mirror, and a bloody death.

"Damn, you two didn't catch him at all, that ugly guy is still killing my people!"

She said angrily.

She then set out to find the monstrous puppet, which she decided to throw in the fireplace and burn.

She didn't want to play the game anymore, because even the Bishop and the Witcher couldn't help it, and she couldn't think of what kind of puppet the puppeteer could carve for her to defeat the monster.

Carving a dragon?

No, those evil monsters will only destroy her castle with that monster!

It was a long time before she found the monster in the locker, in the innermost room of the castle - it was Princess Claire's room.

She pinched the monster puppet in the palm of her hand, only to feel as if she was holding a lump of slippery rotten meat, and couldn't help but say disgustingly: "Damn, you dare to defile the pure princess, I will burn you to ashes!"

Teresa threw the monster puppet into the roaring fireplace, and the puppet was immediately set on fire, and a faint scream came.

But that still didn't scare Teresa.

She was a little relieved and said, "Even if the witcher and the bishop can't help you, but with my great princess Teresa of Syracuse, you will never want to do evil!"

The flames gradually consumed the puppet.

Teresa felt a little tired and didn't bother to play anymore when she saw the puppets in the locker - they were all a bunch of trash!

She cleaned up the puppet's corpse and lay down on the bed.

But what she didn't notice was that on the roof, a monster with a twisted body like a freak was looking at her and smiling darkly.

......

The bishop, who was in the middle of the hall signing the agreement, suddenly coughed heartbreakingly.

"Your Excellency, are you alright?"

Earl Campbell was surprised.

Bishop Muradin waved his hand, and just as he wanted to say that he was fine, he found that the paper on which the treaty of entrustment was signed appeared in a large cloud of crimson color.

That's a drop of blood!

Bishop Muradine panicked: "What's going on...... What's going on?"

Count Campbell's mouth opened wide in horror: "Your eyes are bleeding!"

Bishop Muradin scrambled to wipe it, but at that moment, his body suddenly froze.

Like a marionette in the hands of a circus clown, he turned his head slowly, and his two blood-soaked eyes stared at Count Campbell.

"Bishop Muradin?"

Earl Campbell was furious at his sight.

Bishop Muradin finally spoke, but his voice became unusually hoarse, not at all like usual.

"Your daughter threw me into the fire and burned me alive, and I will take the blood of the whole city as revenge for you!"

"What?"

Count Campbell simply didn't understand what he was talking about.

At this moment, Bishop Muradin raised his hands and grabbed his head.

Then, under the incredulous gaze of Count Campbell, he twisted fiercely!

Click!

The sound of scalp-tinging bone cracks rang out.

He actually ripped his head off!

Plasma gushed out of his body cavity and splattered Count Campbell.

"This is just the beginning. ”

The head of Bishop Muradin, who was held in his hands, opened and closed his lips, and let out an eerie laugh.

The demon hunter rushed into the house at this time, and his expression was shocked: "This kind of breath...... It's really a demon!"

I saw that Muradin's head suddenly turned to the demon hunter named Gorond, and he said contemptuously: "Just a demon of fear, don't kneel down yet!"

Gorond was just about to speak.

Suddenly, his body twisted, the magic power in his body instantly rioted, and the crazy will that had been dormant for a long time gradually awakened.

Roar –

A non-human roar came from his mouth.

Whew!

His clothes were torn through by his swollen body, revealing beneath a rapidly multiplying and twisted flesh that was deformed.

The sinuous horns were bloodshot, breaking through the heavenly spirit cover.

It is like a tentacle, and the half-finished organs are like rotten flesh, and the skin has become keratinized, like a black carapace.

The so-called demon hunter Gorond, just because of a sentence from this head, turned into the first low-order demon he had at the beginning, with the help of his teacher, to hunt and kill the first low-order demon who had absorbed his talent, the Fear Demon!