The Divine Hunter

While it was still early, he went out and rushed to the house of the second deceased, an employee of Vivaldi Bank.

The deceased, Farquer, was thirty-three years old this year. He lived in a middle-class residential area in Ellander City, in a small three-story red western building with exquisite decoration. He also had a pair of lovely children, a beautiful one. wife Misha.

Simply a winner in life.

Falquier never expected that he would suddenly fall, and there was no chance at all to explain what happened.

As the only labor force in the family, his death was a disaster for the entire family.

Housewife Misha collapsed instantly, not knowing how she survived these days. "Farquier is gone, the family has no income at all, how will the two children live?"

The woman held the hands of two ignorant children and wandered in front of the door of her house in a daze, her white face uncertain.

"This lady, take the liberty to ask, are you Mr. Farquier's widow?"

Suddenly a gentle voice came in, her eyes were confused, the strange man in front of him had extremely short hair, almost bald, and his pupils were dark golden like a wild beast, and it was frightening to look at.

He had a friendly smile on his face though.

She tensed her body, shielded the two children behind her, and asked nervously,

"You're...you're a witcher?"

This look is so conspicuous.

Roy was also helpless, and answered half-truths,

"That's right, I'm Roy, the Demon Hunter of the Snake faction. A friend of mine has an accident like your husband. I want to catch the real murderer and avenge him. I wonder if you'd like to answer a few questions with me?"

The two five- or six-year-old children heard the sound and grabbed the woman's arm, and the latter's face flashed with fear, staring at him for a long time.

"The witcher...then your investigation...do you have any clues about the murderer?"

"Sorry, not yet." Roy shook his head, he noticed the pale faces and thin body of the two children and the woman, "I should make it clear first, if you are willing to answer my question, I will give you a small sum of money. condolences,"

He glanced at the two little children,

"I think you probably need this money very much now... Several months have passed, and no one can give you an explanation. A little property is not respectful."

Hearing this, the woman suddenly stopped crying, with a hint of suspicion on her face, until Roy solemnly handed over the purse of about five crowns-there were too many places to spend money, and he had to be careful.

The woman didn't care what his identity was, she hurriedly bowed to the boy and said in tears,

"Thank you, thank you for this master witcher, the family can't open the pot, the child has been hungry for two days! Quick, Lit, Colin, bow to the master witcher!"

"So bad? Your husband didn't have any savings during his lifetime?" Roy slowed down and asked.

Misha didn't think much about it and smiled bitterly, "Most of Farquer's salary is used to repay the housing loan, as well as the living expenses of me and my children, and I can't make ends meet every month."

"It turns out that there are also house slaves and child slaves in this world." Roy muttered in his heart, and then he said casually,

"It stands to reason that working in a world-renowned and reputable big bank like Vivaldi should earn a good income. Your family, Farquer, is in his thirties and hasn't been able to pay off his loan?"

"There's no way." The woman patted the heads of the two children behind her, and looked at her big house in a trance.

"Irland is a big city, and the prices are very high, and our house is close to the city center. The house price is astonishingly expensive. After five years of repayment, there is still a sum of money that has not been repaid."

The woman heard this, but a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, "It's just..." She suddenly twisted her hands, twisted and faltered.

Roy's heart moved, and he said quickly, "If you have any problems, please tell me, maybe I can help you."

The woman lowered her head and pondered for a moment, "Are you really a witcher?"

"It is rumored that the witcher is a mutant and has no feelings... It is impossible to give any condolences to the relatives of the unrelated deceased, and his attitude will not be as approachable as yours."

"It's just a rumor. There are good and bad witchers," Royce said frankly. "You just need to know that I have no ill intentions against them, and I do want to find the murderer."

He was now starting to miss the Witcher's Seal of Axifa.

"I'll give you the money back if I can," the woman bit her lip. "I'll give you some more, but not much. I hope you can help my husband clean up his stigma."

"Stigma? What stigma?" Roy glanced at the woman in surprise.

"After Falquier died, the bank took back the interest-free loan from my family, and slandered him for being a thief and secretly hiding money."

The woman obviously trusted her husband very much, and her face flushed with excitement, "But where is the extra money at home? I have been husband and wife with him for more than ten years, and I know very well that Farquel is a model husband, and he gets off work on time every day. When I go home, I never mess around outside, and I don’t bring back a single copper other than my salary! Moreover, I have always been diligent and honest, and have a good reputation among my colleagues... You can ask whatever you want!”

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Vivaldi, the esteemed President of the Head Office, met and commended him in person. Awarded him the honor of being the best employee of Vivaldi."

"I don't believe Falquier would do that embezzlement of public funds!"

Roy did not accept the woman's money.

He was going to investigate the identity of the deceased, and he didn't want to ask for money from a poor single mother.

The teenager came to the largest Vivaldi bank in Elland City, and hid in the alley outside and waited quietly.

It was not until the afternoon that an employee started to leave, quietly following a middle-aged man.

Because he had not yet mastered the Demon Hunter's Seal of Axi, he used the most rude and direct means, sack covering his head and coercion and inducement.

The old employee thought he was being targeted by the latest serial killer, and he was scared to urinate before he started to torture him, revealing the cause and effect like a bean.

Roy couldn't help sighing after hearing this. The truth was the exact opposite of what the woman said - the bank didn't wrong Falquier.

Vivaldi's employees were searched for corruption every time before leaving get off work, but Falquier secretly hid the money in the hidden compartment of the toilet.

It's a pity that he was tortured and killed by the murderer before he could find the opportunity to get the money out. Later, the new employee took over his accounts and found out that strange deficit, which led to the incident.

"Faquier embezzled bank property."

So was the murderer killing him for this reason, an unselfish high-level vampire?

...

After learning the information of the bank staff, Roy came to the east of Elland City non-stop again - the daily "workplace" of the beggar who died in a tragic state.

With ease, he found the other's "colleague" nearby.

"Ah, old Barr, my brother of ten years... I'd love to find someone to tell my grievances about him, but Yank is too hungry to say a word..."

The ragged beggar tilted his head, grinned with yellow teeth, and had an expression of self-pity, but his black hand covered with dirty mud quietly pushed the broken bowl in front of the boy.

"Ding dong", a few yellow copper coins hit the edge of the wooden bowl, the beggar narrowed his eyes instantly, and rushed to the boy like a pug, wanting to kiss his leather boots.

Roy took a small step back to avoid his attack, then waved.

In this world, money still needs to open the way.

"Don't waste your time, tell me, did your good brother behave abnormally before he died?"

Yank bit the crown quite preciously, then shook his head, "Old Barr is normal, he is still lying half-dead as he used to. When a guest passes by, he will shake his rotten legs and call out a few more times, pretending to be good. How pathetic."

"You are really his good brother, and the evaluation is very pertinent."

Yank became more and more energetic,

"Eating this line of food is more pitiful than anyone else?"

"To be honest, I envy him how he can be pitiful with his lame legs and motionless. One day's income can be equal to three days for beggars like us, who are all over the place."

"Among the beggars, he is definitely considered a wealthy class. He can eat and drink without worrying about lying still, and he is also raised in vain and fat. It's just... Who would have thought that he would not be able to find his shadow in the alleys one night, and people would just It's gone. And I heard that it was very painful before death, and a living person was penetrated by a tree...hs..."

Yanke shrank his neck and cursed in fear,

"The murderer is a lunatic and pervert! If the murders continue, I'll have to consider leaving Elland and find a way to live elsewhere."

"Ding dong—" Roy lost another copper, "According to you, he has a good income and does not have high consumption, so he can definitely save a lot of money in peacetime?"

The beggar happily picked up the coin and shook his head.

"Did you know? We beggars have to pay taxes to the organization. And Old Bar 'dignifiedly' handed over all the money other than living expenses. For this reason, the elders of the 'Beggar's Gang' have always admired him as a cash cow, and they paid special attention to him. Hello, no one in the gang dares to bully him."

"Are there any enemies, or bad habits?"

The beggar narrowed his eyes and blurted out, "This guy is too lazy to care about anyone, the enemy has never heard of it. In addition to eating and drinking, he spends the rest of his time 'being dead', and even if he has money, he is too lazy to go to pubs and casinos to find them. Have some fun. Sleeping is probably the greatest joy for him, I think!"

Roy's face was surprised. There really are such people in the world. Although they are rich, they seem to have no desires. They don't even bother to eat, drink, and have fun?

"Having been together for ten years, what do you think of old Barr?"

"You're very polite, a beggar, but not a big man." Yanke heard the words, and finally rubbed his chin seriously and thought for a long time before saying,

"Lazy! I don't know how to describe this illiterate... In short, he has reached a certain level of laziness. At first, the elder thought he was 'really' and wanted to reward him with a job, but Barr refused without thinking. What else did you say 'isn't it stupid since you can make money while lying down, and get up early to work in the dark'?"

"I thought about it for a long time, and I think his words have some truth. If I earn as much as him every day, not to mention how happy I am!"

Roy left in Yanke's reluctant eyes, and went to look for a few beggars. The answers he got were invariable. The lame old Barr was ranked among the beggars in the whole city of Elland. Laziness is well known.

If it is said that bank employees are targeted because of embezzlement of money, how did the old and lame beggar Baal offend the murderer?

Could it be that the murderer couldn't get used to his appearance of being a jerk and waiting to die?

Roy thought for a moment and got a clue, but he wasn't sure yet. He was going to go to the Prince's Palace to learn about the servant's information.

As I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered that Old Huck's bakery was not near here.

Who is old Huck? More than four months ago, the old man whose son was killed by a deformed spider.

I don't know how the other party is doing now. Have you found out the source of the sword injury on your son?