When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#700 - Demon Hunter

The flames between the green ivy and orchids surged, shrouding the suspended sun with a layer of black纱.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the visiting guests, protected by guards, filed out of the elaborately decorated flower gate, boarding the carriages or palanquins at the entrance.

However, the sounds of fighting and killing within the smoke had not yet ceased.

A black-skinned youth dressed in the style of the Thousand River Valley grabbed the doorframe and leaped onto a carriage. As soon as he closed the door, the old man in the black robe inside impatiently asked, "Was it successful?"

As the carriage swayed forward, the youth shook his head. "No, his guards are too tight. He refused to go near the cage. Your information was also incorrect. The Holy Silver is not lethal to him at all."

"Damn it," the shadow under the black robe trembled, as if one could hear teeth grinding. "What about the Sorento artifacts? Did you gather any information?"

"If Sorento artifacts could be identified with the naked eye, what would we be searching for?" Taking out a bottle of potion and splashing it on his face, peeling off the black dead skin, the youth revealed his original pale face. "At least we confirmed he isn't some monster created by Sephaya. I'm already satisfied."

"Alright," the black-robed figure's tone softened. He knocked on the carriage wall. "Let me off up ahead, then immediately head to the docks."

Turning his head, the black-robed man said to the youth, "Be careful with your tracks. Do not leave the cabin until you reach your destination, understand?"

"Fine, but you have to find me some strong female slaves to play with. I don't want to sit in a damp cabin with smelly men."

Getting out of the carriage, the black-robed man glanced at the Black Serpent Bay warriors and guard monks gathering towards the Heavenly Maiden Palace, and silently walked into the narrow alleys composed of wooden houses.

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Inside the Heavenly Maiden Palace, the previously cheerful banquet was now devoid of laughter. Cups, plates, and candlesticks were scattered on the ground. The grape trellis collapsed in the black ash, and embers still burned on a wooden support.

Evaporated fruit wine mixed with dried blood. A boot stuck to the floor indicated the owner's panic when escaping.

Standing before this mess, the faces of the attending witches and high-level wizards were deathly pale.

At their banquet, an assassination attempt was launched against the most important guest of Black Serpent Bay, resulting in nine deaths and seventeen injuries. This was practically shitting on the Witch Council's neck.

After such an attack, the banquet was certainly ruined, and the Wizard's Assembly might even have to be postponed for a few days.

Ottadila and Melia exchanged a glance, a hint of gloom and worry flashing in their eyes simultaneously.

Fortunately, in the misfortune, news came from the backyard that Prince Horn was only slightly injured and was fine.

Horn, who was being bandaged and examined by top witch doctors, soon received news that six of the attackers were dead and one had escaped.

The dwarf assassin, at the moment he was tackled by the military police, crushed the poison sac in his mouth, and even the witch doctors were unable to save him.

"Has his identity been confirmed?" Sitting on a low couch with his upper body bare, Horn flipped through the guest list with one hand. "How did these demon hunters infiltrate Heavenly Maiden City?"

The guard captain in charge of Heavenly Maiden City's security was sweating profusely in the hot weather. "They, they are attendants of Ms. Veronica of the Tarot Society. The Black Fist Gang was responsible for checking them, uh, they are considered vassals of the Golden Cross Society..."

"Six dead and one escaped, the one who escaped is Veronica?" Horn carefully recalled the intricate relationships between the secret societies and smiled playfully. "The Tarot Society and the Golden Cross Society have a good relationship, right? I remember, this Golden Cross Society... is it Ms. Athena's Golden Cross Society?"

"Uh, yes, but Ms. Athena currently states that she knows nothing about this matter, and strongly condemns Veronica's betrayal, and fully accepts investigation and house arrest, but she also expressed her hope to apologize and explain to you in person."

"Let her come in person for another assassination?" Duvaron sneered sarcastically.

"Don't talk nonsense." Horn kicked Duvaron's butt. "Have you found out who that demon hunter who came out of the griffin is?"

"Not yet, we don't know his identity, but we think the secret society wizard who sent the griffin is highly suspicious." The guard captain immediately stood up straight. "He said that this griffin was locked in a cage for more than ten days, during which only a small amount of bread and water was fed, and the cage was never even opened.

Ask yourself, no matter how powerful a person's breathing technique is, they cannot stay in a griffin's belly for more than ten days without magic, which is obviously contradictory."

"If he is also part of the assassination squad, why didn't he commit suicide? Why stay alive and let you interrogate him?" Duvaron still felt something was wrong. "This lie is too clumsy."

Horn frowned as well, this was also the question he was thinking about.

The guard captain was unwilling to give up. "Perhaps it's because he guessed that we would think so, so he deliberately feigned strength?"

"Is it possible that the mastermind guessed that we would think he wanted to feign strength, and then deliberately led us to think in the wrong direction?"

"Or perhaps he guessed that we would think that the mastermind guessed that we would think he wanted to feign strength, so he just made up this clumsy lie to save his life?"

"Is it possible that..."

"Alright, alright." Horn quickly interrupted the two's nesting dialogue. "Stop arguing, first put the person under house arrest, don't use torture, investigate more first."

"Hiss——" The guard captain suddenly made a sucking sound.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no." The guard captain quickly shook his head. "I'll go to the water prison now and notify them to stop the torture."

Watching the guard captain's hurried departure, Horn turned his head, just wanting to call someone to bring dinner, but saw a military policeman jogging over from outside the door.

"What's wrong?" Duvaron directly blocked the military policeman.

The military policeman whispered for a while, and Duvaron quickly walked back a few steps to convey to Horn.

"Akatlan? What is he doing here? First receive him and let him stay nearby, let him meet another day, this timing is too sensitive." Horn shook his head and asked Duvaron to arrange it.

But soon, Duvaron, who had gone out, quickly walked back, opening his mouth with a strange expression: "Akatlan said that he has clues related to the attacker that he wants to provide."

Has clues? The Scales Hermitage? Horn touched the stubble on his chin, pondered for a moment, and still told Akatlan to come in.

Walking into the room, Akatlan was still bowing his back and lowering his head, but he uttered a shocking statement: "Your Majesty, I think this assassination may not have been carried out by the Church, to be precise, it may not only be the Church."

Duvaron glanced at Horn's face, then stepped forward and stood in front of Akatlan: "What do you mean by this? Isn't this dwarf a demon hunter?"

"Yes, of course." Akatlan dared not straighten up, but buried his head even lower, but the words in his mouth were beyond doubt, "I checked his body when I passed by just now, he is a dwarf and a demon hunter, but whether he is a person is another matter."

"You might as well make it clear," Horn asked directly.

Akatlan then raised his head, but his eyes were extremely certain: "Your Highness, the griffin's mouth can't swallow a person, even if he is a dwarf.

So in fact, he opened a hole in the chest and abdomen of the griffin and then sewed it up.

I checked the wound, there are traces of divine magic promoting healing, but it must have taken at least ten, twenty days, or even a month. The question is, how can a living person stay in a griffin's belly for so long?

Other witch doctors don't understand, but they can't hide it from the eyes of our Scales Hermitage!

That dwarf looks like he died from poison, but in fact, his body, especially the brain and spinal cord, exudes a strong smell of necromantic magic.

If you want, I can take a piece of brain and put it in a special reagent. As long as it turns red, it is probably a zombie or living dead made of blood magic.

This dwarf demon hunter is already dead, he is manipulated by a high-level vampire, and I am sure that the vampire must be at the banquet, otherwise he cannot make such precise manipulations.

I think, maybe the attack at the banquet was essentially to create chaos to help the high-level vampire escape, or to cover up his tracks!"

"But the assassins at the banquet outside are indeed demon hunters." Duvaron felt his scalp tingling. "A vampire is a demon hunter... it's unlikely that a demon hunter would help a vampire escape."

"You suspect that the Church and the Flesh Court are cooperating to try to assassinate me?" Horn stood up from the low couch. "The Church is one thing, why would the Flesh Court do this?"

"Who knows? Maybe a vampire was bought off." Akatlan shrugged. "The internal friction and turmoil within the Flesh Court are no less than that of the Empire. If they could really unite like they did hundreds of years ago, wouldn't they have overthrown this corrupt empire long ago?"

How is this related to the Flesh Court? The Golden Cross Society, the Tarot Society, Demon Hunter Fortress, the Church...

Horn felt a mess in his head, but he remained calm on the surface: "Okay, I understand, your clues are very valuable, I will inform the Witch Council."

"It's great to be able to contribute." Akatlan bowed. "The normalization of the secret societies has always been the goal of our Scales Hermitage. If you need me, please feel free to come to me."