togophonebook #305 - The marriage event that should not happen to witchers
#305 - The marriage event that should not happen to witchers
Grush suspected the demon hunter for a reason.
An informant of this age, with this method of covering up traces, it's hard not to think of a demon hunter.
In Grush's judgment, it seemed like a demon hunter from the Viper School or the Wolf School.
Demon hunters are mainly divided into four schools: Viper, Wolf, Lion, and Eagle, each taking different types of elixirs.
The Viper School is good at investigation and poisoning, the Wolf School is good at tracking and disguise, the Lion School is good at withstanding beatings and head-on confrontation, and the Eagle School is good at ambush and assassination.
Wolf School elixirs are the most numerous because of their minimal toxicity, but the mortality rate is still not low.
The so-called elixirs are both the source of the demon hunters' power and the source of their being hated.
Unlike ordinary potions, elixirs are alchemical potions.
In other words, all elixirs must be made by alchemists, which inevitably leads to relationships with the Secret Society or the Witch's kin.
The moment they drink the elixir, their bodies undergo mutation.
Taking the Wolf School as an example, three out of ten people will become deformed mutants, and the remaining four will die.
Only the remaining three can achieve the correct mutation. After drinking the potion, they will not be infected by the Witch's disease and will develop spell-like physical abilities.
For example, sensitivity to odors, perception of mana, stronger eyesight and dynamic vision, and faster nerve reflexes.
At this time, their Knight's Breathing Technique will be forever stuck at the current level.
Most demon hunters are orphans and juvenile offenders, or the children of criminals, or even criminals themselves.
Sometimes, when there is a real shortage of people, demon hunters will kidnap, conscript, and buy slaves.
For example, Gilo was born a slave. His hometown was in the Lilac Corridor in southern Francia.
When he was ten years old, armed farmers burned his parents to death in a fire, and no one was willing to adopt him and his sister Niesko.
The two were eventually driven out of their home and became vagrants.
On the third day after becoming a vagrant, he was caught by slave traders and sold to the demon hunters of Wolf Keep in Black Serpent Bay.
After seven and a half years of practice, the Witch came the day before Gilo was about to drink the life-betting Wolf Elixir.
The demon hunter stronghold he was in was breached by the Witch, and only a few survivors escaped.
Sitting under the grass shed, Gilo held a hot mulled wine, with his legs crossed.
In the rain in front of him, a dozen or so teenagers, about the same age as he was back then, were struggling to climb along the wall.
Rainwater slid down their muddy faces, leaving traces, and their knees and palms were scraped and bleeding.
But they seemed to feel no pain and were still determined to climb to the top.
Looking at these teenagers, Gilo couldn't help but think of the days ten years ago.
It's just that ten years ago, when he completed these training subjects, his purpose was not to be whipped.
And the purpose of these teenagers is revenge and to obtain the Small Cross Medal, the Black Cross Medal, the Big Cross Medal awarded by His Holiness the Pope, and the dream of all Child Soldiers - the Flying Big Cross Medal.
"Okay." Seeing that the last child soldier had climbed over the high wall, Gilo stood up, "You have completed it well, you can return to the camp, the specific score will be announced tomorrow.
There is hot water in the camp, you must take a bath and force out the wet and cold body fluids before you can rest, understand?"
"Understood."
Wrapped in a short cloak, Gilo rode on horseback and galloped towards Joan of Arc Fortress.
Looking at the farmers and serf-farmers who were still patrolling the fields in cloaks in the rain, Gilo felt complicated.
How did he, a smuggler and swindler, a small broker who wandered among the Secret Society, become the instructor of the Pope's first intelligence agency?
However, it is a professional match to have demon hunters as instructors in intelligence agencies.
Because the main means for demon hunters to deal with witches and wizards is assassination.
If assassinating witches is no problem, is assassinating ordinary people still a problem?
For the sake of livelihood, some demon hunters sometimes accept the employment of bishops to assassinate, poison, and eavesdrop.
Sometimes Gilo even wondered if the demon hunters' bad reputation was caused by this?
Among the many schools of demon hunters, the most popular are the Viper School and the Eagle School, followed by the Lion School, which is responsible for protecting the lords.
Wolf School like Gilo can only be mercenaries.
Whenever you see a demon hunter hundred-man team, it must be composed of the Wolf School.
If a demon hunter does well, the annual income will not exceed 20 gold pounds at most.
If a demon hunter does poorly, there will only be a minimum living allowance of three to five gold pounds per year, and even be killed by drunk civilians to rob money.
According to this standard, Gilo is considered to be doing well among the best.
A basic salary of 2 gold pounds a month, 24 gold pounds a year, and if the performance meets the standards, there is a bonus of 2-6 gold pounds at the end of the year.
This income is almost the same as that of a knight.
Among the surviving demon hunters who escaped from Wolf Keep with him, he can definitely ride the faces of those old friends.
"If only I could find my sister." As soon as the words came out, Gilo smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
He had checked before, and his sister Niesko was sold to the Flesh Court, and he probably wouldn't see her in this lifetime.
In this way, the bloodline of the Kamado family can only be passed on by himself. Fortunately, he didn't drink the elixir, that thing is spermicidal.
In the Papal States, he is considered a middle-level person, and he doesn't have to wander around, so it is not difficult to marry a wife.
These days, many citizens have been blocking the door of his residence with their daughters, and the charming girls are enthusiastic. Gilo can't help but have the idea of getting married.
Just thinking about it, running through the street in the rain, Gilo stopped in front of a house.
This is a three-story courtyard covering more than two acres.
Messiah in the shrine holds a sword, and the rain hits the mosaic stained glass windows, making a crackling sound.
This red-roofed mansion is located in the citizen block of Joan of Arc Fortress, less than ten minutes away from the town hall.
This place originally belonged to a wealthy businessman, but this wealthy businessman provided weapons and warhorses to the Edict, and also colluded with the monastery, so he was hanged.
However, this is not just Gilo's residence.
Horn, based on the principle of making the best use of everything, thought that it would be too wasteful to live in such a big house with only one or two people.
So he simply arranged all the single high-level officials and veterans of the Papal States into this house.
As for those who have families, Horn will allocate them smaller civilian houses.
In a sense, Gilo's place is really full of important people.
After greeting the guards at the door, Gilo stepped into the house and handed his cloak to the maid.
Stretching, he walked towards the dining room on the first floor, where there was a free dinner.
Just as he reached the door, Gilo saw a red-nosed priest walking out.
"Bishop Chirvis..." Gilo quickly nodded and smiled. Don't look at him as just the dean of the Holy Scythe Monastery, but he is a founding hero.
It's just that Chirvis is not like Madeland and Armand. His ability is slowly unable to keep up with Horn's rhythm.
So he has now retired to the second line, using the position of cardinal to manage the Holy Scythe Monastery.
This is the food processing industry he is most familiar with, which is considered to be making the best use of his talents.
"Brother Gilo, you've come at the right time." Chirvis said drunkenly, "There is fine brewed beer tonight. If the maid hadn't stopped me, I could have drunk the whole barrel."
Gilo勉强 squeezed out a smile. After a long time of contact, he can probably vaguely know why this old boy retired to the second line.
Passing Chirvis, Gilo picked up a plate, took two pieces of bread, and chose between pea soup, stew, grilled fish, and berries.
Due to the food shortage, Holy Sun called for strict frugality. He guaranteed that every high-level official in the Papal States would be able to eat enough, but he did not guarantee that they would be able to eat well.
The main thing is a large quantity, and it must be more salt.
Looking at the stew that was almost scooped up, Gilo shook his head and prepared to scoop the pea soup.
"Don't eat it, don't eat it." Jeshka, who was picking up vegetables, reminded, "Too much salt was added today, the pea soup tastes bitter and numb."
"Instructor Jeshka." Gilo smiled and nodded to him, "You came back very early today."
"It's raining, it's changed to indoor cultural class, so I came back early. Who can stand eating leftovers every day?"
As the chief instructor of the Saint Tangier War Academy, Jeshka has also been doing well recently.
Not only did the battles of Joan of Arc Fortress and Pavia avenge his previous humiliation, but in just half a year, he went from a vagrant to a senior military officer of the Salvation Army.
"Mr. Jeshka is in a good mood recently, is it because a good thing is coming?" Gilo teased enviously and jokingly.
The Papal States circle is so big, everyone knows what's going on.
For example, Princess Jeanne, who changed into new clothes, went out angrily on the spot because Holy Sun made a joke about "Why is the old woman pretending to be a young girl."
For example, a well-known wealthy widow in Joan of Arc Fortress is recently proposing marriage for her 15-year-old daughter to the 33-year-old Jeshka.
"Are you talking about Ivanka's matter?" Jeshka shook his head depressedly, "A little girl... hiss, but her mother Isode is still charming."
Gilo couldn't help but laugh: "Good, her mother proposed a marriage, didn't like the daughter, but liked herself."
"Look again, you have to be careful." Jeshka shook his head, "Have you seen the files of this family?"
Gilo's twisted smile faded a little.
This widow named Isode was originally the mistress of a monastery dean, and relied on this backer to have a family business.
It's just that this backer is now digging manure in the Holy Trinity Education Team, so he has set his sights on Jeshka, this new backer.
"After all, this family has something to do with the church. If His Majesty has any grudges against me because of this, even if I give me three times this family business, I won't be able to make up for the loss."
Jeshka put the bread in the stew and dipped it: "If she is smarter, the two of us will still have a chance. If she is not smart, then I would rather marry the daughter of an armed farmer, at least she is innocent."
Gilo couldn't help but look awe-stricken.