Chapter 151 A product never seen before

Demon Hunter.

A product of vicious witchcraft and sorcery, a scoundrel without morals, conscience or scruples, a truly demonic creation.

They are good at nothing but killing.

……

Vicious narrative words flashed through Bowen's mind.

Before being chosen as the king's personal guard, he had never seen a living witcher.

of course,

He knew something about the witchers, but little, only the poems told by some bards.

after all.

Bowen was just a branch of the Val family, and the knowledge about the supernatural and mysterious was not something a child like him, who was raised in a remote town, could know.

And it seems that out of some concerns, most nobles would deliberately conceal the news of the witcher from their young descendants.

It was as if he was worried that they would be crazy enough to climb up the Blue Mountains and drink those strange potions.

It was not until recent years that the book "Freak, or a Description of a Witcher" suddenly became popular in the court of Kaedwen, and almost everyone had a copy.

It was the first time that Bowen had such a deep understanding of this alien creature that emerged from among humans.

At least that's how deep Bowen thought it was.

"Is it true that they are good at nothing but killing?"

This was how he felt after reading the book for the first time.

For a warrior and a knight, this is probably the greatest compliment.

Not convinced?
Maybe.

But more of them are eager to try.

"Can a group of monsters who came out of the mud compare to knights who were born with noble blood?"

Then he saw it today.

The smooth movements and the spinning sword-swinging posture are like dancing at an aristocratic ball.

There were so many mistakes and it looked like a sword show, but he killed a monster called a demon spirit by the demon hunter in just a few moves.

Thinking of the evil spirit, Bowen's face darkened.

Damn!

That monster is so strong!
Not only is each of his attacks powerful, but he can also suddenly appear behind you without warning.

The most terrifying thing was that both his and the captain's attacks had no effect on this ghostly monster.

Many times, the attack had clearly penetrated into the broken body, but the monster called the demon spirit did not react at all.

But these demon hunters are different, colorful lights flash from their bodies.

In their eyes, the demons seemed like toys.

The captain and he had a very difficult time fighting one demon at a time, but the demon hunter named Vesemir fought three demons alone and seemed to be able to do it with ease.

What is even more incredible is the apprentice.

The strange blue, indifferent cat eyes were as cold as the snow on the Blue Mountains.

Looking at you, the cold seems to touch your soul, and the breath of death blows on your neck.

Even the demon spirits could only last three rounds before turning into ashes under such a cold gaze.

terrible!
terrible!
terrible!
Is he really another witcher's apprentice?

Bowen always felt that this witcher apprentice, whose name he didn't even know, was stronger than the witcher named Vesemir.

and……

Is this witcher apprentice really just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid as he sees?

It was obvious that his sword skills and footwork were so proficient that it seemed as if he had been practicing this art for more than ten years. At least even if Bowen had started learning sword skills at the age of four or five, he would not have reached this level when he was thirteen or fourteen.

Do not……

Even now, he couldn't achieve it.

Even though his swordsmanship was already the best among his peers in the kingdom...

"So he's really still a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid?"

Bowen couldn't help repeating this question in his mind.

Could it be that he is like the witcher named Vesemir, who only looks young but is actually in his forties or fifties, and has also met Viscount Hudson?
In a trance, Bowen discovered that the apprentice had killed all the evil spirits.

With shock and surprise at having his ideas overturned, he was so dry that he couldn't help but ask:
"Hunter...Hunter...Witcher apprentice, do you also know Viscount Hudson?" "Hmm?"

Ailin was stunned when he heard this.

When did he know Viscount Hudson?

Follow the sound.

The young knight held the sword in front of his chest, as if the demon was still in front of him, which looked a bit funny.

After noticing Ailin's gaze, he reacted and awkwardly put the sword back into the scabbard.

"I don't know Viscount Hudson. What's wrong?" Ailin asked curiously.

The young knight was about to ask again.

"what--"

A cry of pain interrupted him.

At this time, the two knights came back to their senses from Ailin's smooth hunting movements, and remembered that another companion was seriously injured in the bushes not far away, so they hurried over.

"Alin, come here!"

Vesemir's voice suddenly came, drawing Arryn's attention back.

"What is it, Master Vesemir?"

Ailin ran over in two or three steps.

Vesemir was found squatting on the ground, fiddling with the black powder left by the demon spirit.

"When a demon is killed, what's usually left behind is a light green, shiny powdery evil spirit essence. Sometimes there's also emerald dust and amethyst dust."

"But I've never seen material this dark and full of malice."

Not the essence of evil spirits?

Aylin was stunned for a moment.

Of course he knew the types of items dropped by the spirits in the game.

But games are games, and reality is reality. He had never killed a demon before, so he didn't notice anything unusual when he saw the black dust.

"Could it be because of the demon's purifying spirit?" he thought.

After all, when killing those physical monsters, the Demon Hunting Notes will also plunder the hearts of the dead monsters and make heart essence.

Vesemir took no notice of his thoughts.

He frowned, looked up at Ailin, and said solemnly:

"After these evil spirits were killed, the materials left behind were wrong!"

"Although according to rumors, demons are tortured by endless and unimaginable pain, their bodies are filled with anger and resentment, and they are also full of hatred and jealousy towards the living."

"But the materials left behind after the demon spirits died are positive and bright."

"and……"

Vesemir looked up at the sky.

It was almost noon, and the wind from late winter to early spring was still a little chilly.

But in the sky full of dark clouds, the warm sunlight shining straight down still brings some warmth to people.

"Unless there are special circumstances, demons will only appear at night...except for the demons that appear during the day...I have never even seen a demon that appears during the day..."

"And the daytime demon spirit is another kind of ghost-like monster..."

Arryn also became serious when he heard Vesemir's words.

After thinking for a moment, he appraised the pile of dust that exuded a faint malice.

[Name: Residue of Resentment]

[Type: Magic Material]

[Function: Material containing the evil intentions of the demon spirit before death]

[Note: When the good side is stripped away, all that is left is pure evil! ]

The good side is stripped away?

So it turned out that the demon spirit's purified spirit was extracted by the Demon Hunting Notes!
Ailin thought.

But why did the evil spirit appear during the day?
At this moment, the voice of a middle-aged knight suddenly came from behind Ailin and Vesemir.
"Two demon hunters... Your Excellency, can you come over here for a moment?"

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