Early next morning.
Lead-gray cumulonimbus clouds billowed across the sky, and the humid air was filled with the burning sensation of electricity, indicating that the storm that had been brewing all night was about to tear the sky apart.
It's early spring now.
The two witchers headed towards their destination side by side.
According to Tyson, the two are about to participate in a game hosted by monsters.
If you pass the test, you can save the people who are being persecuted by him.
When they reached the outskirts of the village, a huge abandoned manor came into view.
It is not accurate to say it is a manor; it may be more appropriate to call it a ruin.
The rotten wooden railings have been eroded by wind and frost, and are covered with ivy. Weeds are winding on them, just like green pythons climbing wantonly.
In front of the manor, there were several figures standing.
In the middle of the group of people on the left, there is a woman dressed in elegant and luxurious clothes, with her hands tightly holding two young children holding her legs.
On its left and right sides, stood a strong guard wearing armor.
Dick knows that these are the wives and children of the noble Gom whom Tyson mentioned last night.
There is only one woman on the right side of the door. She is extremely fat and looks like a white pig walking upright.
With flaming red lips and a sinister expression, he held a bone fan in his hand and was fanning it rapidly.
This person is the wife of the wealthy businessman Avery mentioned by Tyson.
As for the third victim Faraj, he is alone and has no family, so no one is waiting anxiously for him here.
Seeing the two demon hunters finally arriving, the noble family had no reaction, but the fat woman suddenly closed her bone fan, walked quickly to Tyson, raised her strong arms high, the handle of the bone fan almost poked the tip of Tyson's nose, and scolded in a sharp voice:
"You lame rat, didn't you drink enough wine last night? You should have knelt down here early and waited, which made us decent people suck the dew."
Her plump neck was set off by an extremely small pearl necklace that swayed violently as her saliva flew around, like a string of wriggling maggots.
Tyson didn't lose his temper.
"Mrs. Avery, I met an old friend last night, so I got up a little late. It's the person next to me, his name is..."
The fat woman shook the bone fan vigorously,
"It doesn't matter what his name is. If you keep doing this, you won't want to stay in this place, and no one will entrust you with any tasks in the future."
"Oh?"
Dick raised the corner of his mouth, "Tyson can't receive any commissioned tasks in Sarleon, which is exactly what I want."
As far as I know, for every commission he makes here, he doesn't accept even one Kelang, right?"
The fat woman's eyes widened, and the fat under her thick skin made her eyelids droop. "Where did you come from, a mutant freak?"
Dick suddenly leaned forward, his tight pupils glowed with a strange dark gold color in the shadow, "Mrs. Avery,"
His tone was particularly cold, "You should have seen the traitor hanging at the city gate, right?"
The smell of those corpses three days after they were eaten by crows..."
He took a deep breath in the direction of the manor, "It's much stronger than now.
There are still two people left in the game, and you don't dare to participate. You can only wait for the knight-like demon hunter beside me to find another person.
Now, I am the last one.
You actually said I am Monster?
Now, do you still think I am Monster?"
The fat woman rolled her eyes and took two steps back.
After I felt that the pressure on my body was less, the two centimeters of fat squeezed out layers of smiles,
"Master Demon Hunter, I didn't see your appearance clearly just now, but now I realize that you are a talented person. Those who don't know are not guilty!"
She quickly winked at the noble wife again.
The noble wife stepped forward, approached Dick and begged:
"Please, save our families, two masters."
The fat woman also laughed and apologized.
Tyson was about to respond, but Dick just patted his shoulder and whispered a warning:
"Listen to me, otherwise you can complete this task yourself."
Tyson didn't expect Dick to say that, so he could only nod and obey.
Dick looked around at everyone, "Let me make it clear first, I am not like Tyson, I am here to collect the commission fee."
"What?" The bone fan in the fat woman's hand suddenly stopped and she shouted loudly, "What commission fee? Didn't we agree that it would be free?"
"He is him and I am me. No commission fee, no need to talk!"
The two women muttered a few words to each other in a low voice, and after a while, it seemed that they had reached an agreement.
The fat woman spoke again, "Okay, Witcher, how much commission do you want?"
"2000 Kelang."
"No way!"
"Everything is possible.
If something happens to your relatives, and now we are in war, who will let you live a superior life?"
After saying that, Dick pulled Tyson aside and prevented him from interfering.
The noble's wife wrung her handkerchief, her pale lips trembled, and was about to speak, but the fat woman overturned her words.
"Two thousand Kelang is not a small amount. Even if you hire 10 idiots, it will last you 10 years."
"But Master Gom is still inside!"
The noble lady's sudden scream frightened the crows on the dilapidated fence,
"The tax official just checked the accounts last week. If there is no seal of the family owner... and the recent peasant uprising..."
She bit her lower lip, and the expensive powder fell down as the fat on her face twitched.
The fat woman gritted her teeth and said with a pained face, "Master Demon Hunter, I will give you the money, but you must ensure that the person is rescued safely."
"Give it now, that's my rule.
Demon hunters walk on the edge of a knife and will never make a loss-making business."
The two women looked at each other helplessly, and had no choice but to ask the guard to get the gold Kelang worth 2,000 silver Kelang and hand it over to Dick.
Dick opened the purse bag with his thumb, and the cold light of the gold coins flashed in the gray fog.
He deliberately let three pieces of gold Kelang slip from his fingers, hit the bluestone with two "ding-dong" sounds, and rolled towards the fat woman's feet.
Seeing her subconsciously crouching down, Dick kicked the coin back into the air with the toe of her boot and caught it steadily.
He admired the fat woman's livid face and nodded with satisfaction, "Don't worry, we will do our best."
Seeing that the matter was settled, Tyson wanted to teach a few knightly teachings, but thinking of Dick's tough character, he wisely chose to shut up.
The two demon hunters came to the door of the courtyard. As soon as they pushed the door open, the rusty hinges made a "squeaking" sound.
The two of them looked at each other, alert, and stepped into the door.
When the last ray of skylight was cut off by the closing door, the thick fog licked up from the cracks in the ground like countless cold tongues.
Tyson When I turned back, I found that the wooden door had turned into a gray stone wall covered with traces of corpse stains.
Not only can people inside not see the outside, but people outside can't see inside either.
This wall blocks out all sound and sight.
In front of the two demon hunters, four figures appeared. To be precise, there were three people and one monster.
A sweet smell of putrefaction mixed with the smell of burnt flesh penetrated directly into Dick's nasal cavity.
Yellow-green pus oozed from the thin seams of the monster's bandage. When it turned its neck nervously, charred skin fragments fell like snowflakes.
The most disgusting thing is the exposed eyeball.
The iris was a turbid brown color, but it strangely retained the texture of a human pupil, as if a victim's eyeball had been gouged out and embedded in Monster's eye socket.