Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 340 Her salt is as pure white as snow

"Hmm? Don't you know where Wang Xianzhi's title comes from?"

"You really are only obsessed with hunting."

He pulled his hat brim down even lower.

He was afraid of attracting the attention of others.

She whispered in Wu Wang's ear, "You always put salt in your food, right? Have you ever considered its importance?"

"Salt is an important source of tax revenue for Via Castle. They rely on salt to bring a lot of wealth to the castle, and sometimes they can even use salt to pay the guards of the city's defense team and the workers who build and maintain the city walls."

"Furthermore, the royal family of Via Castle possesses excellent salt-making techniques and also trades salt with other castles."

"But because this is a business monopolized by the royal family, the price of fine salt has always been relatively high. Apart from a very small number of noble restaurants in the castle, most roadside restaurants and residents' homes can only use coarse salt. Even so, the royal family sells coarse salt at a very high price, making everyone suffer."

At this point, the Big Bad Wolf looked at the black woman in the poster photo with admiration.

He said with a sigh, "Not long ago, a woman named Wang, whose courtesy name was Xianzhi, appeared in the neighboring Sego Castle, who had mastered the technology of making high-quality fine salt."

"The women did not entrust this craft to the castle for monopoly, but instead sold it privately."

"The price is also much cheaper than royal salt, it's practically like doing charity."

"Because she was in the business of smuggling salt, over time people stopped calling her Xianzhi and started calling her Xianzhi."

After listening to the explanation from the pollution demon.

Wu Wang's lips twitched.

Where the hell did I get this?

Is this still a dungeon world?

Come out here, you game "Spirit Disaster," let's have a chat.

Do you really think this story needs to be changed?

I feel like it's already distorted enough.
Isn't magical realism amazing?

"No wonder the Queen of Via Castle sent someone to kill Wang Xianzhi."

"This thing is not only extremely profitable, but it will also shake up trade and diplomatic relations between Via Castle and other castles."

"Aren't you stabbing someone in the back?"

After thinking about this.

Wu Wang pulled the Pollution Demon to continue queuing at the gate to enter Via Castle.

When it was their turn, the city guards at the gate looked at the corrupted demon, who was wrapped up tightly.

Somewhat puzzled, he stepped forward and reached out to yank off his hat.

It revealed the hideous crocodile mouth and beast face in its entirety.

People around were so frightened that they scattered and fled.

Even the city guards raised their spears and aimed them at the Corruption Demon.

He shouted loudly to bolster his courage and prepare to fight this mutated monster.

"Wow, calm down, calm down."

"Gentlemen, this guy is my trophy. His fur is more expensive than all of you, including your underwear, combined. You won't be able to afford to pay for it if you get scratched."

Wu Wang lifted his cloak to reveal his face.

He spoke casually, shielding the pollution demon behind him.

He noticed this problem when he first met the Corruption Demon in the cabin.

Even if it's a man's face.

The other party still considers herself to be Jessie.

The Corruption Demons, who see Jesse as their genocideous enemy, are all like this.

Then that's how others must see me.

As expected, the city guards saw Wu Wang in this state, along with his signature cloak.

He breathed a sigh of relief, put down his spear, and said, "So it's the Witcher Jessie. We were wondering who had the ability to capture a Corrupted Demon alive. If it's you, then it makes sense."

The pollution demon had not lied before.

Jessie is indeed the best witcher in this forest.

The attitude of the city guards showed that she was quite respected.

But the next second, the city guards frowned and asked in confusion, "Don't you usually process your prey before bringing it into the city to sell? Why did you bring back a live monster today?"

In response, Wu Wang remained calm and composed:

"Oh, because a buyer suspected that my monster fur was artificial leather."

"So I plan to kill the demon and skin him in front of him, and at the same time promote my family's fur business."

"Don't worry, with me here, it won't cause any trouble."

Whether from the words of the city guards or Wu Wang's deduction that Jessie killed almost all the pollution demons in the forest, the fact that she could never use all those pelts herself leads to one conclusion—

Jessie's family is in the fur business.

Wu Wang himself found it difficult to remain calm when he deduced this in the forest.

It is indeed reasonable for witchers to hunt monsters.

But normally, one would only hunt monsters after accepting some kind of commission.

Here they go and start a fur business using the fur of the Pollution Demon.

"I see. I didn't expect anyone to doubt your abilities, hahaha!" The city guard waved his hand and laughed, "Go on, go on, but you must make sure this monster doesn't get away, otherwise you'll have to pay for any property damage it causes to others."

Holy crap! Is this even human language?
Although Wu Wang had anticipated that the castles in this instance world would likely not consider creatures like the Corruption Demons to be a significant threat.

After all, there are witches and witchers around. Compared to them, the talking corruption demon is essentially a combination of various beasts, making it seem as ridiculous as a toy.

But at least for ordinary people, the pollution demon still has the ability to kill them.

I never imagined that something as harmful as the pollution demon could hurt people.

They were more worried about the property damage caused by the out-of-control monster.

The lives of ordinary people are nothing to them.

This is truly magical realism.

With the Pollution Demon looking dejected, Wu Wang carried him toward the city.

After asking a few pedestrians on the street.

The two, one human and one demon, arrived safely at the door of 211 Baker Street.

Wu Wang took the key out of the pocket of his animal skin skirt.

They successfully opened the door to this suspenseful and intriguing room.

To his slight disappointment—

This is indeed just Jessie's house; the genius detective and the doctor are not living together.

The house wasn't very big; a wooden bed in the corner of the living room also served as the bedroom.

Apart from that, the entire house only has two other doors.

One is the toilet door.

One is the door to the storage room.

The storage room was piled high with animal hides that Jessie had sewn up and intended to sell as merchandise.

For Wu Wang, this place was entirely new and worth exploring to find information about the world's structure.

But for the pollution demon...

It was as if he had entered an endless hell.

You could almost hear the wailing of those animal hides.

The head of the beast, preserved as a specimen and hanging on the wall, was staring straight at him.

It seemed to be denouncing the cruel acts of the Witcher.

It's as if they're bewitching the corrupting forces to find a way to avenge them.

Yes, especially in such a cramped room. Jesse put down his shotgun.

To her, she was nothing more than a toy whose body was so fragile that it could be torn apart by a beast's claws.

Besides, she just clearly stated that she wanted to kill me, skin me, and sell my skin.

This is a life-or-death feud! It's not the time to repay evil with kindness!
Chance……

This is also a good opportunity to avenge our people!

The pollution demon's eyes flickered as Wu Wang moved.

He stared intently at the hunting rifle in the man's hand.

"Aha! I knew there must have been some clue!"

Wu Wang chuckled and pulled a yellowed diary from under his pillow.

It contains Jessie's record of her life.

And why she became a Witcher.

I was born into a family of witches.

Wu Wang was stunned by these first words.

Wait a minute! Something's not right!

Is this your fucking diary?
If you're a witcher, why are there witches in your family?

He continued looking down as he walked—

My grandmother Victoria was a powerful witch, or rather, she preferred to be called a "druid."

She settled deep within the Witch Forest, protecting the inhabitants of Via Castle from the invasion of other evil witches.

Witches who constantly try to summon demons through contracts are a disaster for this world.

They plotted to kill my parents when I was very young, in order to get revenge on my grandmother, Victoria.

The method used was to bind them with witchcraft and throw them into the lair of the hungry, corrupted demon.

By the time Grandma Victoria arrived, my parents had been eaten alive, leaving only their bones.

"Oh, no wonder Jessie hates the Corruption Demon so much."

"In the end, it's just a connection of hatred."

Wu Wang suddenly realized something.

They immediately realized another situation.

The fact that I can understand the Corruption Demon's speech may not mean that it can actually speak human language.

Rather, it's because Jessie inherited her grandmother Victoria's Druid bloodline that's taking effect?

Speaking of which, the Pollution Demon had previously explained Wang Xian's nickname to himself on the notice board.

The others around didn't seem to react either.

It's very likely that he simply couldn't understand what he was saying.

All that could be heard was a low, mournful sob.

But Grandma Victoria didn't teach me any witchcraft because she knew witches were easily misunderstood, and she didn't want me to live in the forest forever like her.

This continued until six years ago.

Grandma Victoria is getting old and her physical condition is not as good as before, which gives the new young witch an opportunity to take advantage of her.

She made a deal with the Corruption Demon at some price. In the end, the Corruption Demon was just a mutated animal. Grandma Victoria, as a druid, could still understand their language. The witch made a young Corruption Demon lie to Grandma Victoria, leading her step by step into the trap she had woven.

Those witches deserve to die!

The pollution demon deserves to die!

The resentment in Jessie's diary is almost palpable.

It seemed to possess a magical power that instilled in those who saw it a strong hatred for witches and the corrupted demon race.

Wu Wang was afraid that if he stared at it for too long, he would be tempted to shoot the menacing pollution demon next to him.

But the diary entries did not end there.

I escaped from the forest and sneaked into Via Castle by hiding in a merchant's cargo box. Lacking any means of survival, I basically lived by scavenging garbage and eating trash that summer.

I was homeless until the bitter cold arrived, and the cardboard boxes that usually sheltered me from the wind and rain looked ridiculous under the blizzard.

I rummaged through the bottles, cardboard boxes, and other waste materials I'd collected over the years, and faced two difficult choices—

[Either light these things to gain temporary warmth before freezing to death on the streets; or try to sell them and use the money to gain entry into the slums to escape the snowstorm.]

[That's right, this damned Via Castle values ​​money more than life. They even charge to enter the slums! If I were rich, why would I be called poor? Those sons of bitches of nobles have to pay taxes everywhere they go!]

Forgive me, Grandma Victoria, this is the first time in my life I've ever sworn.

I had no choice but to brave the wind and snow to try and sell cardboard. If I froze to death on the street, I'd just consider it a sign that I missed Grandma Victoria so much that I was going to visit her.

No, wait a minute!
Wu Wang's expression also looked slightly strange.

He felt that this process was somewhat familiar.

The game "Spirit Disaster" is truly amazing (thumbs up)
He continued looking down as he walked—

I walked for a very long time in the freezing snow, and no one wanted to talk to me. Among them were people who collected scrap metal.

They were worried that the quality of the goods I sold was problematic because I didn't have a business license, and that they would waste their money.

Finally, I collapsed in the snowstorm, lit whatever I had on hand to make a makeshift fire, hoping to find some warmth in the end.

Just then, a woman with a panicked expression rode past me at breakneck speed.

She seemed to be in a great hurry, and an expensive gemstone unfortunately fell out of her pocket during the bumpy ride.

I picked up the jewel that looked incredibly valuable, stood up, and watched the lady on horseback walk away into the distance. Soon after, I encountered the noble soldiers who had been chasing after me and the prince in his expensive formal attire.

They say a female thief took advantage of a royal banquet being held, when a large number of guards were deployed to protect the event, to sneak into the palace and steal a rare magic gem. After being discovered, she fled this way.

This group of people arrogantly asked me where the thief had fled.

Before I could answer, they rushed at me, claiming I was an accomplice of the female thief, and started beating me, trying to force me to reveal the other's whereabouts.

However, no one ever tried to search my body for any jewels.

I think I understand now.

These guys knew perfectly well that I was innocent; they just knew they couldn't catch the female thief on horseback.

So they vented their anger on me.

Therefore, I ultimately did not choose to hand over the gem, but secretly swallowed it during the beating.

I would rather bury this thing forever than return it to these beasts in human form.

Perhaps Grandma Victoria is still protecting me from some unseen force.

[When I was beaten to the point of near death and lay dying in an alleyway]

The druid bloodline within me has awakened.

[Thanks to the druid bloodline that secretly grew thick fur like a brown bear on the surface of my skin, I managed to survive the fierce winds of the winter night until the sun shone on me the next day.]

[Afterwards, I found the black market in the castle and resold the expensive gem.]

With this unexpected windfall, I successfully obtained legal status at Via Castle and bought a home of my own. I no longer have to worry about making a living.

Now, we finally have time to look back at those enemies.

The diary ended with words written in blood-red ink—

There will be no winner in our revenge. I know that after I kill one witch, a new witch will come to seek revenge, and the same will happen after I kill a corrupted demon.

Even so, all I could think about was how to tear those bastards apart even more cruelly and painfully.

In this way, there is no "celebration" to speak of.

No cake, no wine

When I get used to sharpening my axe and cleaning my gun every day, instead of picking wildflowers in the forest...

I am now an adult.

The coming-of-age ceremony was a specimen of the beast's head, a symbol of corruption led by a demon chief.

(End of this chapter)