Chapter 259 We are a family, aren’t we?

After half an hour, Ailin chased for a long distance in the dense forest.

Fortunately, this is just an ordinary forest, and the traces left by the giant zombie are easy to identify.

After processing the materials on the giant ghoul and picking up the giant ghoul's head, the demon hunter easily found the path leading to the path they came from.

"It's a pity that the situation was urgent and I didn't have time to demonstrate the corpse-eating biological oil..." Ailin felt a little regretful, but there would be many opportunities in the future, and there was no rush to demonstrate the effectiveness of the sword oil today.

So this thought flashed through my mind for a moment and then disappeared.

"I don't know if Ianna and the others encountered other monsters later..."

The witcher was slightly worried.

But he didn't regret chasing the giant ghoul for half an hour.

Loot and treasure chests come second.

If it is not eliminated in time.

This extremely dangerous monster that knows how to ambush might cause a lot of trouble for the convoy on its return journey.

When we walked out of the forest, the sun had already set.

The sunset was fiery red, and half the sky seemed to be burning.

On the other half, the clouds were also tinged with a pink halo.

It is always refreshing to encounter beautiful scenery after a hunt.

However, the gradually setting red sun still made the witcher speed up a little bit.

ten minutes later.

After turning a corner, the witcher hurried and finally reached the path.

"Huh~"

The witcher let out a light exclamation as he passed through a forest of thick spruce trees.

I saw a large group of people gathered on a path a hundred meters away, and I didn't know what they were doing.

The old duke's black carriage was parked in the middle.

"Are they waiting for me?" The witcher was a little unsure.

After all, everyone seemed to have their backs to him, making his thoughts seem a little self-indulgent.

uh~
Not everyone.

At least when the witcher took a few steps closer and passed the obstruction of several people, he saw Ianna standing alone on the side of the road, looking in his direction.

He tiptoed from time to time, with worry written all over his face.

When the demon hunter came within a hundred meters, Ianna's brows relaxed, and she waved to him as if she was relieved.

"Aunt Ianna, is the final ceremony ready?"

The demon hunter smiled and greeted him.

"We came back to find you because we've finished it..." Ianna looked at the giant ghoul's head dripping with sticky blood in the demon hunter's hand, "Congratulations, the Blue Death has added a new large monster to his record..."

Hearing the embarrassing nickname, the witcher laughed awkwardly and turned his head to look at the knights who were gathered in a group and making a lot of noise.

Aelin came very close, but they didn't seem to notice.

From time to time, some...

"Give me... give me a sword..."

"You've chopped it off, now it's my turn..."

"Don't you know how to repay a favor? Don't you remember who invited you to the Pink Tavern? At that time..."

"Shut up! Are you crazy? Duke Mason is still here! I'll give it to you... I'll give it to you..."

Such strange words!

"What are they doing?" the witcher asked curiously.

"Why don't you go and see for yourself..." Ianna smiled evilly.

The witcher knew that this was a sign of the High Priest's evil intentions.

But after thinking about it, Ailin put the giant ghoul's head down and walked towards the group of armored knights.

With the unique skill of the cat school two-handed sword LV5, the demon hunter slipped into the gap between two tough guys like a loach.

"Puchi~"

"Pfft~"

A strange sound mixed in with the noise gradually came closer.

At the same time, there was a smell of blood mixed with sweat approaching.

Then he saw two knights who had taken off their helmets, waving their blood-stained swords fanatically, chopping at a headless corpse that was unrecognizable beyond recognition.

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

Surrounded by a circle of excited middle-aged men, it looked like a dismemberment party for murderers.

When Ailin looked closely, he found that the bloody piece of flesh was the headless corpse of a ghoul.

"哐~"

Another sword strike.

"Haha! See! See! After applying this mysterious potion, I can even split bones..."

The knight brandished his sword and showed off loudly to his companions beside him.

But the man urged impatiently: "I know! I know! Get out of the way and chop me with your sword again!"

At this moment, Ailin noticed the blood-red reflection on the sword. It was not just the blood of the ghoul, but also had an oily sheen.

It's corpse-eating bio-oil!

Those long swords are all steel swords.

The demon hunter understood.

He went to the innermost layer and looked around.

The old duke stood nearby, staring at the split bones and flesh, with a hand dangling a bottle of mostly used up corpse-eating bio-oil, as if he was thinking about something.

Feeling that someone seemed to be crowding in suddenly, he frowned and looked over.

"Demon Hunter, are you back?"

He looked at the blue-eyed witcher in surprise, and subconsciously put the half-empty potion bottle behind him with a guilty conscience.

But then he glanced at his subordinates who were still chopping bones excitedly, and calmly put down his hands behind his back.

All of a sudden.

So embarrassing.

"It's okay. These two bottles of sword oil were originally given to you for self-defense." Ailin smiled.

The old duke looked at the witcher calmly and was about to say something...

"Ah! All the potions on this sword have been used up..."

"Hurry up and ask Sir Arthur to apply some more on you..."

"The potion is not with me. It was taken away by Master Mason..."

After an anxious conversation, the knights, who were having a great time, almost simultaneously turned their eyes towards the old duke.

Not only had they followed the old duke to fight in the battlefields and suppress rebels, but most of them were nobles who were relatives of the duke.

Therefore, on weekdays, the relationship between him and the Duke is more like that between an elder and his nephew.

Besides, it was a matter of official business to try out the potion's effectiveness, so he was not afraid at all.

but.

When they saw the pair of blue eyes and the childish face that was almost the same as their son's.

Almost at the same time, they fell silent.

Instinctively, he stood up straight and became serious.

The knight who was about to swing his sword was at a loss as to where to put his sword.

In the end, I could only hold it with my right hand and put it behind my back.

The sharp, bloody tip of the sword stuck out directly from the side of the knight's ear, which was particularly funny.

There followed three full seconds of awkward silence.

Even the old duke seemed to have not figured out what to say at this time.

"Haven't you had enough fun yet, boys?"

"The sun is setting, it's time to go back..."

An old but gloating female voice came from the carriage, breaking the silence. "Yes, it's time to go." The old duke looked at the sky, nodded nonchalantly, and then walked towards the carriage.

When he passed by Ianna, he glared at her angrily.

You don't have to think about it, you can tell just by listening to this gloating voice.

After the little witcher came back, he sneaked into their midst silently. It must have been the old woman's bad idea.

It was like this decades ago, and it has not changed until now.

The knights looked at each other with complicated expressions, warned each other not to tell anyone what happened today, and then mounted their horses in silence.

It’s no wonder they were so excited about the potion.

As the elite of the principality.

In this age where monsters are rampant, their swords are mixed with metallic silver, so they are not completely helpless against zombies.

Just talking about it.

This knight order named the Iris Shield mainly targets human enemies.

In order to prevent the sword's blade from being too soft and breaking during a sword fight, the proportion of silver is very low, making it very difficult to use against monsters.

So they never thought about fighting monsters.

After all, those who know how to exorcise demons exorcise demons, and those who know how to kill kill people. This is the meaning of order.

but……

What man has not longed for the hero in the epic who slays demons and monsters?
There's just no chance.

But today!
They discovered a magic potion that could weaken a professional silver sword just by applying it on a long sword.

Even if he just chopped off some of the monster's remains, the heroic blood hidden in his body seemed to be burning.

If such an embarrassing thing had not just happened, they would have stepped forward to ask about the price of the potion.

"You can hang this on the back of the carriage..."

I noticed that Aelin lifted the giant ghoul's head and turned it left and right as if considering where to put it.

Ianna smiled and pointed to the back of the carriage, where there were several hooks with long ropes wrapped around them.

At this time.

Only then did everyone notice the monster's head, half-hidden in the grass, almost as high as the witcher's waist.

The childish boy is paired with a monster head with black spikes and horns.

Full of tension.

However, due to the embarrassment just now, everyone just sighed a few words in their hearts and nodded to the witcher in a friendly manner.

He looked like an elegant and high-spirited noble knight.

But for most of them, their desire for that magical potion grew stronger and stronger.

Many people think:
"Maybe with that potion, I'll be able to hunt down such a powerful monster."

……

"Wheels and wheels~"

After the witcher put away the giant zombie head and walked into the carriage, the convoy slowly accelerated towards Elland.

"Bang~"

The knights heard the sound of the car door and breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time.

They took a look at the hideous head hanging there, and gradually began to chat in low voices about all sorts of things.

But no matter how we talk, the topic always comes down to demon hunters, blue death, potions and ghouls...

And inside the car.

At this moment, because the old duke was thinking with his head down, only the sound of horse hooves and wheels rolling on the ground could be heard.

Until the high priest took a look at the old duke, he patted Ailin on the shoulder and chatted:
"Luckily you came back early."

"If it's any later, we'll have to go back to Elland first, call up the Demon Hunters and Vesemir, and then look for you..."

The demon hunter was stunned.

But then he remembered what Ianna had told him when he came here, about several incidents that had happened near Ireland in the past few years.

"Is it because of the demon?" he asked.

Ianna nodded and sighed:
"War, plague and rebellion, too many people died on the land of Elland..."

"So the demon spirits, vengeful spirits, banshees, plague demons..."

"As long as it's a ghost-like monster you know, it's all here."

"At night, these dead who hate the living will wake up and attack all living things that breathe..."

Ianna's words sounded horrifying, but the witcher felt a little envious when listening to them.

The purified spirit obtained after killing a demon spirit is one of the few trophies that can enhance perception attributes, except for the heart of a large monster.

Just as Ailin was daydreaming, he heard Ianna continue:
"You are a demon hunter, so you should know that it is meaningless to use silver tools to deal with other physical demons..."

"So Mayday?" Aelin asked tentatively.

Ianna nodded.

“It’s a huge ceremony.”

"When nature is reborn, it is also the time when the power of Lady Meliteli, who is in charge of fertility, love, farming, and the stove, is at its strongest. We use the ceremony to collect the positive emotions of the people during the celebration, expand the power of the gods, and let these ghosts rest in peace..."

"It's a pity that such an opportunity only comes once a year." The old duke sighed and continued Ianna's words.

Then he suddenly turned his head to look at the demon hunter and asked, "Do you sell the formula of the corpse-eating biological oil?"

"I can offer two hundred thousand orens..."

Two hundred thousand?
Ten Elsa?
Three hundred north winds?
The gifts that Hakeso gives to the school every year may not be that much, right?

……

The witcher, who was suddenly attacked by the old duke, opened his mouth.

But he immediately realized something was wrong and paused.

"Don't rush to answer," Ianna interrupted the old duke, "Go back and discuss with Vesemir and Vera, and then make a decision."

After a pause, Ianna glanced at the old duke, whose face was filled with helplessness, and continued:
"Especially Vera, she is very familiar with the value of potion formulas."

Ailin glanced at the old duke, and his restless heart suddenly calmed down.

He thought about it carefully.

Corpse-eating bio-oil can actually deal with the most monsters.

The number of water ghosts and ghouls alone is estimated to account for half of all monsters in the demon hunter world.

Therefore, the seemingly insignificant sword oil, the Corpse-Eating Bio-Oil, is not only of economic value to the demon hunters...

Even if we consider the economic value, it should be more than this.

I almost got tricked by this cunning old man... Ailin glanced at the expressionless old duke again.

after that.

The old duke seemed to realize that the high priest was not on his side, so he did not mention the matter of corpse-eating biological oil along the way.

However, he did pay one thousand orens to buy the head of the giant zombie.

This price is much higher than the market price.

After all, the giant ghoul is different from the giant griffin.

Not only is it too ugly, but its face that resembles a human so much that it would make ordinary people feel somewhat uncomfortable just by looking at it.

On the way after killing the giant ghoul, he estimated that it was worth only four or five hundred at most.

I thought about it again...

Perhaps the old duke also included the two bottles of corpse-eating bio-oil?
That's quite particular.

There was no need to stop to arrange the ceremony, and the group returned to Elland before it was completely dark.

The old duke also specifically asked the coachman to take Ianna and Ailin to the temple first.

"Monster Hunter, whenever you want to sell the ghoul formula, come find me in the castle..."

When Ailin followed the high priest out of the carriage, the old duke finally couldn't help but mentioned it.

In this regard.

The witcher simply nodded, said goodbye, and got off the carriage.

Then, with the sound of the wheels of the carriage rolling, he looked at the temple with dim lights flashing everywhere in front of him, and thanked Ianna beside him:
"Aunt Ianna, thank you for reminding me in the car just now..."

He was halfway through his words when Ianna raised her hand to interrupt him.

She rubbed the witcher's hair kindly and said softly:
"We are a family, aren't we?"

(End of this chapter)