As John killed magical creatures during this time, his reputation gradually spread.
Furui stared at the black hair as if it were John's business card.
"Black Demon Hunter?" John was stunned.
He was also rumored to have a cool name.
"It started out as a village, and you killed the werewolf," Furui was very interested in John. "It was also rumored that you killed fifteen giant man-eating monsters by yourself."
Furui said to the boss: "Give our friend a beer."
The boss pinched his waist and stared at John, and said coldly: "We don't provide drinks to monsters here."
"Believe me," Furui turned to face the boss and said in the same voice, "You'd better listen to me."
The boss looked ugly, but finally he did as he was told.
John is not surprised that his boss calls him a monster, after all, that's how people are.
When you have power beyond the group, you are either regarded as a god or a monster.
Apparently witchers have a bad rap in this era.
After sitting down, the blonde beauty Furui came over.
She ran her fingers over the sturdy bear hide and exclaimed, "How on earth did you kill that?"
"With a sword, its eyes are fragile."
The boss brought the beer, but John actually wanted to say that he just wanted a glass of water.
But thinking that this was a tavern, he still picked up the beer and took a sip.
"You are very young. All the witchers I know are older. And you have that hair."
Furui held her cheek with her hands and stared at John's face sideways.
The main reason is that John is too young and is completely different from those demon hunters who have experienced vicissitudes of life.
Perhaps due to Furui's pressure, the boss served the meal John ordered just now.
Venison in red wine is placed on the table.
"If it weren't for that sword, I wouldn't have recognized you as a witcher." She picked up a piece of venison with her fingers and put it into her mouth, a strange color flashed in Fury's eyes.
John asked: "Where did you say you could exchange for a bounty?"
He silently pushed the food towards Furui and frowned without leaving a trace.
I don’t know if I washed my hands or not.
Furui was amused by John's little behavior. The witcher who was away all the time still had mysophobia?
She said: "The mayor has a reward for the devil in the forest. If you want to sell it, I can..."
"Did you kill the devil in the forest?"
A crisp voice sounded from behind.
A little girl, with her hair tied into two braids, ran over and her eyes were shining.
She stared at the bear skin that could be used as a carpet and said to John: "I can take you to collect the reward."
John paused, looked back at the little girl, and then at Furui.
He stood up to leave.
"You should sell her something." Several men stood up and vaguely surrounded John.
"What do you mean?" John glanced at Furui.
Furui was a little annoyed and said to those people, "I'm sorry."
With a look, she told those people to step back.
John shrugged, picked up the bearskin, and walked outside.
The little girl was very happy and said to John as she walked: "My name is Marija."
"My name is Yadani, nice to meet you."
After leaving the tavern, John went to the stables to take Polo with him.
Put the bearskin on.
Marija asked curiously: "You are a demon hunter, so what monsters have you killed?"
"Werewolf, banshee? Or are there others?"
Children this age seem to be equally curious.
Because in the busy city, John did not ride a horse and led the horse forward.
Marija led the way, and finally came to the bottom of a round tower.
John went to knock on the door, while Marija stayed outside with Polo.
However, John noticed something was wrong with the door.
"magic?"
He stared at the magic fluctuations above and walked straight in.
His body passed directly through the closed door, just like passing through platform nine and three-quarters.
"wizard."
He was sure that this was not the mayor's house.
The other party deliberately led me to come over to meet him, so he must have some plans.
When he walked in, he saw scenes that were not suitable for children.
It was a garden that didn't look too serious.
But those are all illusions.
As a child under the age of sixteen.
John's face was expressionless, and his eyes turned into vertical pupils.
In an instant, his eyes were locked on the approaching wizard.
The person coming here fits the image of a wizard in the traditional sense.
Tall and thin, wearing a floor-length robe, holding a long staff with a crystal ball on top of his head.
Sparse hair, a big beard, and a hooked nose.
The wizard was locked by the vertical pupil for a moment, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Hello, demon hunter, my name is Strigob."
"You may call me Master Strigobor."
Stregobor assured John that he meant no harm.
But John could sense through spiritual magic that this person had a malicious presence towards him.
A feeling of disgust.
John glanced around lightly and said, "Don't tell me that you are a magic mayor."
Strigob smiled and said: "Of course not. To be precise, I asked Marija to bring you here. She sometimes works for me."
Making an invitation gesture, Strigob invited John to walk together in this restricted garden.
"Of course, I will buy your bearskin."
The two men were walking on the garden corridor, and Strigob said: "People like you are not common in this place."
John said calmly: "People like you are not common."
Strigorb frowned, but quickly recovered. He raised his eyebrows and said, "But I seem to remember that the witcher has no emotions."
John didn't say anything. He felt that this distance was outrageous.
If you want to say that there is no emotion, then Dad Watson has something to say.
Strigob added: "I am grateful that fate has brought you to me."
Is it fate, you don’t have a clue in your mind?
John looked at the wizard who was still chattering, a little speechless, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
A wizard was hiding in a busy city and looking for a witcher. John didn't think he was looking for him to pay his respects.
Strigorb nodded slightly, "Very smart, Demon Hunter. I do have something to ask you for."
"I want you to do something for me," said Strigob.
"What monster?" John said.
After all, there is nothing else to do than kill monsters when looking for a witcher.
I came here for a trial, and killing more monsters would speed up my progress bar.
But he really guessed wrong.
Strigobo said: "It's a person, a person named Furui."
The two walked into the garden and stopped at the flower bed.
Strigob said: "Have you ever heard of the Curse of the Black Sun?"
"You should know that in addition to killing monsters, witchers also kill..." John stared at Strigob and said, "Wizards."
When these words came out of his mouth, Strigorb's hair stood up.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his discomfort, and continued: "Lilit, the evil goddess of the night, will have sixty girls wearing golden crowns dyeing the river blood red to greet her."
"I studied girls born on the Black Sun and discovered that there were terrible internal mutations in them. I tried to cure them and locked them in a tower to keep them safe."
"But girls always die."
When Strigob spoke, his expression was divine, as if he were a defender of humanity.
Unfortunately, nine out of ten sentences are false.
"Internal mutation?" John thought thoughtfully.
Is the Curse of the Black Sun a type of Bloodborne Curse?
Although there are many people with their own mutations in the magical world, this is the first time I have heard of large-scale mutations.
"I conducted autopsies on the girls and came up with the results based on my analysis." Strigob spoke easily, with a hint of madness hidden in it.
"Eradicating these women is the lesser of two evils."
He looked at John expectantly, as if he was not talking about killing a life, but creating hope of saving the world.
John looked calm and asked: "So, you want me to kill her? A human life?"
In John's day, a human life, whether wizard's or Muggle's, was enough to keep someone in prison until death.
Although this guy has a white beard similar to Dumbledore.
But compared to Dumbledore, this guy is simply the scum of the wizarding world.
Of course, this has something to do with the era we live in.
But this attitude still makes people uncomfortable.
John approached Strigobo and said meaningfully: "You know, from my side, you will be sent to Azkaban for this behavior."
"Azkaban?" Strigob looked confused, but he could tell that John didn't want to help.
So in order to convince John, he said: "Furi has signs of mutation."
"Her stepmother told me that she tortured a canary and strangled two puppies..."
"In order to ensure the safety of her family, I sent people to follow her, but they found her body impaled with a brooch in the woods."
"Later I organized people to look for her, but she escaped."
The wizard who tried to convince John said sincerely: "She is not human, she is a monster."
"She has been tracking me for many years and wants revenge." He stared at John closely. "It was at this time that you came. This is fate."
"The giant bear kills because of hunger, but she does it for pleasure. I can pay you any amount to kill her."
"The life of the entire continent hangs on a thread. Killing Furui is the lesser of two evils!"
He stared at John, who thought for a while and said casually: "It's none of my business."
The wizard was stunned and watched John leave without looking back.
...
Some people died, but not completely...
