Sbonsol is located at the foot of Mount Mahakan. The total number of residents is only 200. Most of the young and middle-aged people do not engage in farming-related occupations, but instead join the mountain mines run by dwarves as workers.

This has lasted for more than fifty years from generation to generation.

The buildings in the village are not like the civil structures in ordinary rural areas, but are made of various rich mineral stones, making them more solid and beautiful.

Roy sat on the village chief’s carpet, drank a bowl of soup stewed with shriveled vegetables, and touched his smooth chin.

"The business of the witch hunter is so good. As soon as he left Edsberg, someone came to him before he could take a breath."

"Casili Village Chief, according to you, four murders have occurred in the village in the past three months?"

The rosacea man who was smiling aside nodded with a heavy expression, "Three young men who are not married have died for a while. The most recent deceased, Brady, was found just a few days ago. He left behind two children and a widow, and he could only rely on the village to support him in the future."

He sighed,

"Since the establishment of Sbonsol, there has been no such a serious murder incident for more than 20 years. The village was panicked. Everyone said that it was the demons in the mountains, and they were worried, fearing that one day it was their turn. Please help us catch the real murderer, and it is easy to discuss the rewards."

The witch hunter waved his hand, "There is no hurry to pay, first of all, you need to know more information. Why are there almost all the elderly, weak, women and children in the village just now? Where are the men going?"

Casilly pointed to the sun outside the window, "At this time, everyone is still working in the mines in the mountains, and it is still four or five hours before getting off work."

"What a big thing happened in the village. If you don't stay at home to take care of your wife and children, you still have the intention to work?"

Roy said in surprise, "Aren't men afraid of something happening to their families?"

The village chief touched his huge nose and smiled helplessly, "There is no way. I have communicated with the adults in the mountains. They have slightly reduced the daily working hours of the villagers. Everyone can get home before the night falls. And they promised to catch the murderer."

"But after all, it's not a professional. Three months have passed, and there is still no progress in catching the murderer. Now it seems that monsters must be solved by witch hunters."

As he said that, he looked at Reso with a little careful look.

"The adults in the mountains?"

Roy savored this sentence, which was quite novel.

As far as he knows, in the current social context, ancient races such as dwarves and elves are in an absolutely weak position compared to humans, but in Mahakan, the status of the two seems to be the opposite.

Humans work in the mines of dwarves and call dwarves adults.

He could feel the heartfelt awe when the village chief Casilly mentioned the dwarf.

"Is Bloval Hogg, the Great Elder of Mahakan, a tyrant?"

On the other hand, Resso continued the village chief's words and asked without any delay, "Now we are on the topic, we need to understand the general situation of these four deaths. For example, the cause of death..."

Casili said indignantly, "As the village chief of Sbonsol, I arrived at the scene as soon as possible, and could see their death clearly and never forget it for the rest of my life. The demons are just a group of cruel beasts!"

The man expressed his observations.

The Witchhunter and Roy fell into deep thought.

"Diet in the mountains and forests, all of them were cut open on their belly, and they were raised on high branches facing the earth. The corpse was pecked by birds and beasts, and they were bitten by wild animals..."

The witch hunter threw a look at his partner, and Roy tacitly understood what he meant and expressed his judgment.

"According to your words, I can almost certain that they did not die at the hands of the demon as the villagers said!"

"I tell you clearly that under normal circumstances, demons and ghosts will not run around and hurt people at will. They hate open mountains and forests and prefer to entrench in dark and narrow places such as tombs. What you describe is like... some kind of ancient sacrifice, more clues... we need to personally check the bodies of the deceased."

Roy looked at the village chief with bright eyes, who was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses.

"It wasn't done by a demon...what exactly is it?" He apologized, "I'm afraid the corpse will not be able to be examined. Because he was afraid that the young men would be infected by the demon... and turned into dirty things, the village burned their bodies...it was a bit of a blasphemy for doing this, but there was no way. It was for more living people."

Roy was speechless now, feeling a little strange. After a while, he said with a complicated expression,

"Who told you that demons can infect people? This thing is not a virus or a plague, so how can it be contagious? You burned all the bodies, and it is difficult to continue the investigation."

Cassili's face was stagnant when he was said.

"Who told you at the beginning that everything was caused by demons?"

"The adults in the mountains."

Roy thoughtful.

Resso clapped his hands and stood up.

"Ordinary people don't understand monsters, so you don't have to blame me. This way, Village Chief Casilly, take us to the village and collect clues by the way."

"Then this commission..."

"It is necessary to learn more and decide whether to take over."

...

When the two left the village chief's gate, a group of village women and children who were closely following the situation outside the house immediately looked away like frightened rabbits, pretending to be busy in a clumsy and panic.

"Is this case very troublesome? Resor, you don't even dare to take over?" Roy noticed the witch hunter's serious attitude, and obviously felt that this commission might be very difficult.

"Little devil, I have told you not to interfere with commissions outside of your ability, especially those who are careless just after learning a little bit of fur." ​​The witch hunter emphasized in a deep voice.

"First find out which level your opponent is at, otherwise, you may not even know how you die..."

...

The two of them came to Brady's house, the newly dead, under the leadership of the village chief, and a simple dressed woman with a red complexion was waiting at the door early.

After the witch hunter revealed his identity to the woman, he asked directly.

"Have your husband performed normally recently, have you done any strange performances or special instructions?"

The woman pondered for a moment with sadness and shook her head dullly.

"Then how popular is your husband in the village?"

"Brady has always had a good reputation. No matter who has something wrong with his family, he will definitely help in front. In addition to working in the mine, Brady is also good at hunting. Every time he hunts wild game and returns to the village, he will give everyone a point."

Village Chief Casili added, "I can testify about this. Her husband is well-known in the village. The three dead guys are young and energetic and still have some disputes with some villagers, but Brady has a gentle temper and never argues with others. He is a guy who everyone praises."

When the village woman heard this, she seemed to remember the benefits of her husband again, and immediately covered her face and cried.

"Woo... Brady stayed in the mine for half a month and didn't go home. Unexpectedly, the last time he was farewell. I... I didn't even keep his body!"

As she cried, two little guys suddenly rushed out of the door behind her. The little guy rushed over and hugged the woman's thighs tightly, and cried with her with his little mouth.

"Oh, poor Tina, Jim, I lost my father at the age of five this year. How can I live my life in the future..."

The village chief couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the boy's hair. The latter suddenly raised his little face, wiped the tears with his dirty hands, stared at Roy with his misty eyes, "You...you...will you...will you catch the murderer?"

At the same time, the mother and daughter also bet on their eyes.

Roy glanced at the witch hunter, and there was no change on his face. He could only take a deep breath to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and no longer look at the face like a cat.

"Village Chief, go to the other deceased's houses..."

"The villagers often don't go home for ten or half a month in the mountains?"

"Only Brady is so desperate. He wants to save some money and send Jim to Edsberg's school."

"That's how..."

There was no surprise in the next visit. The remaining three young deceased had simple interpersonal relationships. Even if they had a little fight with the villagers on weekdays, they would not be able to reach them if they wanted to kill people.

The witch hunter didn't even use the Akshifer seal.

Roy also had a very strong feeling, and the murderer should not be a human.

"Then take us to the nearest crime scene next."
Chapter completed!