"Your Majesty, the first batch of ships is about to leave. You can get on the ship and return to Corville with them."

"But what about Xier?" Tancred asked, "Merry God, I can't go back and tell my mother that Xier was arrested and his life is unknown?"

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Your Majesty, please believe that I can give you a reply about Xi'er until the day after tomorrow." Zelin took the opportunity to say, "No later than the night after tomorrow. But for safety reasons, I recommend that you return by boat first. Kerviel, when a king is so important, it is not a good thing to leave the palace for a long time."

"Well, in this case, I will return to Cowell with others. Ms. Merigold, I hope you can bring me good news." Tancred held his forehead and rubbed his eyebrows. "Master Demon Hunter, before leaving, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" Zelin was a little surprised.

"Does the Demon Hunter Academy teach politics?" the king asked earnestly: "You are not like a demon hunter who relies on long swords for a living all day."

Tisaya also turned her gaze to Zelin.

Zelin chuckled lightly. "Your Majesty, if you often wander around the world, have seen all kinds of people and things, heard of many things that are difficult for ordinary people to know, and have dealt with all kinds of good and bad people, you know that More than me. The other demon hunters you have met may know a lot, but they never show it, because it has nothing to do with them, and they don’t need it. If I can, I would prefer to use a sword. Unfortunately, sometimes swinging a sword cannot solve the problem."

"Um... I understand." The young king nodded, "I will be waiting for your good news in Covel. My promise has always been valid. If there is any need, Covel is willing to help the church and others. The nobles provided help and shelter to those persecuted."

Watching Tancred leave under the **** of Triss, Zelin turned to look at Tisaya.

"You have a very dangerous plan, otherwise your Majesty stays here as safe as he stays in the palace, isn't it?"

"I need your mind-reading skills, Tishaya, any king who knows you know such powerful mind-reading skills will be frightened." Zelin shrugged: "I'm going to meet my friends, later. Goodbye."

Zelin remembered the location of the Kingfisher Inn. Anyone who entered Novigrad from the southern gate could not forget the inn behind the city gate. Of course, any citizen knows that the southern gate is located in the east.

“At the time, the city’s designers didn’t understand architecture at all, and they didn’t even read maps. They also regarded the East as the South, which resulted in this name.” Zoltan raised his head and drank the beer in his glass. The beard was stained with foam: "In fact, the designer is a cousin of the mayor. He also likes to queue up for luxury. Later, he got the position of designer based on nepotism. In fact, no design is necessary at all. Novigrad’s urban structure is more than half. They all follow the urban outline of the ancient elves. You only need to cut down the weeds and pave the road to live in. Even the mayor’s cat can be a designer."

"Don't even mention the mayor. I only know the most famous gang boss and church leader in this city, but I don't know what the mayor's name is." Zelin raised his cup: "Then, this hotel will be you from now on. Is it true? The legacy is real?"

"Yes, I can't believe it. It is Cyprus Willie I who left my inheritance, that is Hawthorne I." Dandreen blinked his eyes admiringly while looking at this empty hotel. Although Sang I is a bastard, he is a hopeless romantic in his bones. I dare say that this is the most correct decision he has made in his life. In my hands, the Kingfisher Inn will become an art paradise! Oh, I haven’t had time to introduce it. This is Zelin, the demon hunter, and Geralt’s friend. This is Dudu Biberfield, Dante Biberfield’s cousin. It’s also a... .You know."

Chapter 2270 Operation of the Temple Island

"I have to say, it's nice to see a few familiar and friendly faces at this time, especially after I offended Hawthorne II." The halfling turned into a Transfiguration sat opposite Zelin with a sad face: "Everyone who originally claimed to be my best friend is now gone. No one is willing to sell me things, and no one dares to buy my goods. If this continues, my business will be ruined. "

The Transfiguration wore a dark green shirt and a set of brown pants on the lower body. The clothes are well-made, but it looks like they haven't been washed in a while, or in other words, have just encountered some trouble.

"Don't worry, Dudu, now we all offend Hawthorne." Dandrien didn't have any worries. He picked up the lute on the side, swiped his fingers on it, and immediately flowed beautiful notes. Zelin remembered that this lute was given to Dandrien by Toluwell many years ago. "I propose to go to Madame Irena's theater to see the show today, do you know? The fast-moving performance of Psira, the most famous bard of Covell, is the last stop in Novigrad today. Oh, although she doesn't have it. I am famous and talented, and I am a bit worse than me, but as a bard, she is indeed excellent."

"There are not many people who can make you praise." Zoltan put down the cup and rubbed his hands. "But don't forget, Zelin is looking for Du Du to do something today."

"Oh, yes." Du Du rubbed his eyes. "What's the matter? But if you want to borrow my contacts, you may be disappointed. Recently, Hawthorne II has been threatening my business partners and demanding them Stop cooperating with me and buy his goods instead."

"What I need is not your contacts." Zelin shook his head. He took a sip of beer and put down his glass: "But in a sense, it is true, and it is also related to your ability."

The tavern is very quiet, and there is still a temporary closure sign at the door.

"Ability? Do you need my help to take care of your business?" Du Du spread out his hands: "I have never heard that demon hunters also do business."

"It's not a business problem, Dudu, it's a deformation problem." Zelin said, he took out an invitation letter: "Today Manji, the leader of the witch hunter, gave me an invitation letter. I hope I can come to his headquarters this evening. Go, attend his dinner, and help them catch the murderous monsters in the city."

"What's so good about the witch hunter's dinner." Zoltan swallowed, as if suppressing the desire to spit: "It's better to go to see the bard's performance. I heard that Pusila not only sings well, The person looks pretty."

"Really vulgar!" Dandrien snorted disdainfully: "A beautiful soul is far more beautiful than a beautiful face. If you want to truly appreciate a bard, you must first understand her interior, her talent and her elegance."

"Admit it, anyway, when you see a bard, look at her face for the first time. He looks beautiful before listening to her poems." Zoltan opened his hands and said, "But even if a dirty beggar sings, It’s better than attending a witch hunter’s banquet. Manji was still giving a speech in the main square this morning, saying that he would burn witches to death and respect the gods. What a bunch of lunatics."

"When I go to the banquet, I don't really want something to eat or drink, otherwise I would never be willing to go to their headquarters." Zelin said, "We can all trust each other, so I just said it clearly. I need a smart shapeshifter who can follow me into the Witch Hunter's headquarters and stay there for a day without being exposed. I will pick him up the next night."

Zoltan glanced at Dudu, who was a little surprised, Dandrien put down the lute.

"This is not a good idea, Zelin. Those lunatics hate any non-humans and humans who don't obey them. Sending the secret society guest to the Witch Hunter headquarters is no different from having a human wear a mask and hide in a water ghost lair. "

"Only the secret society guest can do it, because after the transformation, the secret society guest can get all the thoughts and feelings of the original owner, and will not show any footwork after playing for a period of time." Zelin explained, he looked at Du Du: " You know many of Novigrad’s shapeshifters. Can you introduce one to me? I originally planned to go to Chapei, but now he is being watched very closely. I can’t find a hidden opportunity to discuss this with him.”

"I don't know how many Shapeshifters stay here in Novigrad. It used to be because of Chapei, but now it has become like this. Can this matter help Chapei?" Du Du asked: "He knows Is this matter?"

"I have been thinking of ways to help him so that he can continue to serve as Chape, stay in Novigrad, and provide protection for all non-humans in the city."

"I did this." Du Du took a picture of the desktop: "When, tonight? Tell me what to do and what to do."

"It's actually very simple." Zelin leaned forward and deliberately lowered his voice: "When the sun sets, let's meet outside the Saint Gregory Bridge..."

Sunset on the west hills.

The sun rising on the east sea gradually disappeared from the mountains in the west, and its dim red shadow shrouded the towering long bridge that connects the city with the temple island.

The Bridge of St. Gregory, used to commemorate the Saints of Novigrad three hundred years ago. Gregory was the most famous wealthy businessman at the time. When the famine came, he sacrificed half of his fortune, imported grain from Neizer and distributed it to the citizens free of charge, saving the residents of the entire city from starvation. So he was regarded as a saint, and no religion could change his position in Novigrad.

Zelin was standing in front of the long bridge. A city guard walked up to him. The small eyes under the helmet looked up and down the demon hunter, coughed hard, cleared his throat, and walked towards the long bridge.

Zelin followed behind and walked into the shadow of Changqiao.

The guards of the Temple Island looked listless. Compared with the arrogant witch hunters, they were like a group of people who knew that they were about to lose their jobs, so they didn't want to continue to perform their duties seriously.

Going up the stairs, Zelin was followed by another guard of the temple. The topography of the temple island is higher than the entire city, and the temple is being built on the top of the island. Standing in front of the arch pillars of the temple, turning around just to look at the brightly lit Upper City.

"Sorry, sir." Sister Janet stood in front of the temple gate, her short turmeric hair looked a little dim, and she sucked her nose hard. "Bishop Chapei is sick. He doesn't want to see anyone. He hopes to have a quiet place to pray to the eternal fire."

"Two years ago, you saw me at Vizima's banquet, remember?" Zelin said casually. The temple guard on the side blinked, and the demon hunter shook his head.

The nun raised her head, looking up and down the demon hunter with some red eyes, and then lowered her head again: "I'm sorry, sir, my memory is not very good. Bishop Chapei is still resting, I have to go out today, so... ...."

"Wait, you..." Zelin frowned, and he stretched out his hand to touch the corner of the nun's mouth. Janet quickly took a step back and avoided.

"Attention, sir, this is the temple." Her voice stiffened.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You can go and tell Cha Pei that the demon hunter will report to him about the recent investigation of city monsters." Zelin pinched his waist with one hand and spread his left hand. "Trust me, he will definitely be willing to see me. Even if you are sick, you might as well listen to the latest news about monsters."

"Please allow me to notify Bishop Chapei." Jenny nodded her head. She turned and walked into the temple.

After a while, the nun walked out and made a please gesture to Zelin.

"Your Excellency the Bishop would like to see you." She said, looking at the guardian of the temple: "As for him...I don't know him."

"He is related to my investigation. It is a very important witness. I must take him in with him." Zelin spread his hands: "How can there be no witness when investigating a case? Bishop Chapei paid for me. , I must produce reliable evidence to be worthy of his commission."

"Well, please put your weapons here." Janet pointed to the wooden box in front of the temple: "This is the temple. No one is allowed to enter with weapons."

Chapter 2271: A Kidnapping Case

Not long after entering the temple, Ze Lin walked out with Cha Pei.

"Bishop." Janet, who was leaning against the stone pillar and staring at the brazier of the temple in front of her, heard the footsteps behind her, and she stood up straight and bent over slightly. "Your body recovered?"