The Divine Hunter

The two witchers walked side by side on their way home by the lake.

"So you made a deal with Nymph?"

"Lesso, that's Vivian, the goddess of the lake, who gave me the honor of being a knight because of one..." Roy recalled the scene at that time, his face still very strange, "The test of the five virtues."

"It doesn't matter if it's Nymph or the goddess of the lake, they're both regulars in folklore, and they have a good attitude toward witchers, but I don't understand—" The bald man was condescending and puzzled, "Why does she like you? The kid... also gave you the status of a knight... so what should I call you now, Roy of Lake Vizima?"

"Like Rivia's Geralt, Guleta's Leto?" The young witcher thought seriously, "Forget it, just call me by my name."

He has no obsession with the so-called knighthood.

The bald-headed man nodded, stared at him again and said seriously, "I found that you are very feminine. You are still so young, and you are already entangled with several women."

"What is entanglement?" Roy shook his head, "It's just the relationship between the employer and the thug."

"Really? That's good. You have to understand that women are extremely troublesome animals. Once they are entangled, they can't live in peace for the rest of their lives!"

Lesuo said with deep feeling, without waiting for the boy to ask questions, he pulled the dark red long sword on the boy's back in his hand, brushed his index finger over the blade, and waved it casually, "The silver sword bestowed by the goddess of the lake? How can I feel that it is completely incomparable to the ancient Weixer made by goblins, it is an ordinary commodity."

"Only those who are approved by the goddess can activate its true abilities. Unfortunately, you are not among them."

The big man regretfully returned his sword to the sheath.

Guvisher and Allondette belong to this kid. When will he be able to have his own weapon?

"In the future, I will collect school blueprints, forge master-level weapons and equipment, and arm all members of the Snake faction!" Roy promised in his heart, then glanced at the space ring on his left little finger, and hesitated, "Lesso, you really Have you thought about it, take part in this battle? Actually, you don’t need to go to Black Tern Island, I can settle it by myself…”

"Little devil, I'm not thinking about your safety," the witcher rubbed his ring, his amber pupils showing satisfaction, "I've always dreamed of owning space equipment, and this time it's your luck to get my wish..."

Roy turned his face and sighed, then asked curiously,

"How much...how much 'junk' is in the ring?"

"When the projection of Dagon is defeated, I will naturally tell you."

"Forget it, I don't want to know!"

...

The two of them had just returned to Kona Village when Princess Yada brought a group of soldiers to greet them impatiently, and then her face was full of disappointment.

"The two masters also missed? That traitor is really so skilled?"

"He's not a traitor," the witcher asked Yada for instructions, and took her away from the crowd to a secluded place. Without too much cover up, he told the whole story of the goddess in the lake.

This is with the permission of the goddess.

Just omit the title of knight and the sword of the lake girl.

"Goddess of the lake?"

After Yada heard this, her pretty face couldn't hide her shock, and her long and charming eyes flashed with envy and suspicion.

The deeds of the goddess of the lake have been circulated in the Vizima area for many years, and those who settled here have heard the legends of the goddess more or less.

"When I first recovered, the culture teacher in the palace once mentioned to me the goddess of the lake, the symbol of beauty and freedom, the true ruler of Lake Vizima, and someone claimed to have seen her decades ago. It's a pity that it has completely disappeared in recent years."

"I always thought that these were legendary stories made up by poets in the market."

Yada's red lips parted slightly, and she whispered, "I didn't expect it to be true."

"Roy, it is said that the goddess of the lake will only summon knights with noble character? Why did she lead you to them?"

"His Royal Highness Yada, I don't need to deceive you. In fact, the goddess has the same purpose as ours. She also wants to get rid of the evil existence entrenched on Black Tern Island, and the witcher is a master at eradicating monsters."

Yada digested it for a long time and accepted the fact, her long and narrow eyes were full of longing.

"Roy, you are so lucky to be jealous! Talk about the goddess? How beautiful is she?"

Ordinary people are always full of awe, curiosity and yearning for the high gods, and even Yada, who is addicted to the desire for power, is not exempt from the commonplace.

"The beauty of the goddess is unparalleled in the world and cannot be described in words." Roy looked at the sky and recalled that appearance, which was pure and charming, different from the women he had ever seen.

"Then the goddess in the lake is really immortal as the legend says, never getting sick and dying?"

"It's not something we mortals can guess."

"You... Roy," Yadayou was unwilling, bit her red lips, and suddenly asked, "Can you... show me her?"

"Sorry, the goddess will not easily show up in front of outsiders." He lied, "I can't contact her either, I can only wait for the goddess to call."

"I'm Temeria's Princess Bai Zhiyada. With my identity, I'm not qualified to meet her?"

"It has nothing to do with high or low, if the goddess wants to see you, you will naturally see her..."

Roy resolutely rejected Yada's request, and then continued to persuade in the name of the goddess, "I also brought the will of the goddess of the lake-Lesso and I are now solely responsible for the crusade against evil in the lake. You can wait for the news with peace of mind. Otherwise, what happened on Black Tern Island will repeat itself."

"No!" Yada flatly refused, "Half the crusade, more than 20 warriors have sacrificed, and Jaques has not yet returned to the group, it is estimated that it is a lot of misfortune. Let me just let it go, I am not reconciled!"

"You have also seen the weirdness of the island. Ordinary people go in just to find their own way of death, and they will add some power to evil things."

Yada gritted her silver teeth, and her tense pretty face showed a ferocious look, "Okay, this time it's up to you."

"But there is one more thing - since the fleeing knight is not a traitor, then the villagers of Kona Village must be the ones who revealed our whereabouts to the fallen murlocs. If you don't find him, use his blood to comfort the souls of warriors who have sacrificed. Yada can't take this breath!"

Yada was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so she had to summon the villagers of Kona Village to interrogate them one by one until the traitor was caught.

And Roy proposed a prepared plan,

"His Royal Highness, I have heard from the village head Boyev that many villagers in Xinte Village by the lake are affected by evil things. In order to prevent them from adding chaos to the operation, you might as well go and control the villagers and bring them back. Kona Village. As for the traitor in Kona Village, leave it to me and Leto!"

As long as the villagers of the two villages are gathered together and taken five miles away from the lake area, Dagon will not be able to draw any power.

...

When Yada left in a hurry with a group of knights, the witcher began to think about ways to find the ghost in the village in the stable.

Using Observation and Axel Seal, check one by one? A full two hundred villagers, the efficiency is too low?

"Wilt, ah, Wilt, give me an idea when you're full..."

Roy picked up a pea from the brown horse's nest and stroked its soft neck hair.

"Don't be stupid, kid, no matter how smart Wilt is, he can't say anything... Let's go, it's the old way, talk to a few suspicious villagers, and then use the Axifa seal to screen the target."

"Yu—" The brown horse spewed white air from his nostrils, and suddenly he grabbed Roy's right sleeve and pinned it with his neck all the way there.

Because of the binding of the mount, one person and one horse can communicate with each other, and Roy understood its meaning in an instant-

"...Last night... alone... bypassing the armored man... leaving the village... long... back."

Wilt grinned at him with his big white teeth, which were still smeared with pea crumbs.

"Good boy!" Roy nodded and asked again in his heart, "Can you identify that bastard for me?"

Wilt tilted his head, his dark eyes filled with humanistic agility, "Leave...just now...leave behind the armored man...over there...the road!"

"It's a spy horse!" Roy patted the brown horse on the neck. "When I get back, I'll give you a carrot dinner and treat you well!"

"Yu—" Wilt raised his neck excitedly, and stuck out his warm tongue to lick Roy's face.

The bald man watched one person and one horse interact inexplicably for a long time, and began to seriously think about a problem,

"Did the grass trial hurt his brain?"

...

Two miles north of Kona Village, there is a dilapidated thatched hut by the ridge.

A rickety figure stood in front of the house and looked around vigilantly until it was confirmed that there were no outsiders nearby, and then sneaked into the thatched cottage.

The interior of the house is very simple, except for a floor and a set of tableware.

And this figure, panting, couldn't wait to lift the cracked floor, and dragged a thatched parcel from a small storage room.

Then his hands and feet began to tremble, the old face with wrinkled bark was tightly wrapped in thatch, he closed his eyes, and took a deep breath at it with his huge garlic nose.

Breathing out - the whole body is relaxed, as if smelling something from the mountains and seas, and the old face blooms like a chrysanthemum.

He brought the plate over, then carefully peeled back the thatched wrap, revealing what was inside—a stripped, pickled thigh.

The knife was clenched by the old man's withered palm, and he drew two wonderful curves on the pickled leg, cut a piece of meat the size of an index finger, and put it on the plate. He licked his lips, his cloudy eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets, and tightly locked the pickled leg, considering whether to cut off another piece, but unfortunately, several pieces have been cut off on this thigh, no too much.

In the end, he conquered greed, and wrapped his thighs in hay again in a precious place, then folded his hands, closed his eyes and prayed for a while.

"Hmm..." He inserted half of the gray-white meat into his lips, and his tongue began to lick frantically, not letting go of a single bit of the meat.

It wasn't until the taste of the meat slices was completely gone that he took it one by one and swallowed all the meat slices into his mouth with reluctance and nostalgia.

His throat didn't squirm as he swallowed, but let the meat ferment in his mouth for a long, long time.

He just sat quietly, enjoying the delicious taste in his mouth like a statue.

Suddenly, with a "crunch" sound, the wooden door of the hut was blown open by a gust of wind. Before the old man could react, the back of his neck froze suddenly, and something cold and sharp was stuck on it.

Then the voice that cracked his heart rang out.

"Tell me, how do you want to die when you eat what's inside and outside?"

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