The Divine Hunter

In a tent in the middle of the market.

A little monster with the head and claws of a vulture, the body and tail of a lion, is quietly squatting outside the large dark iron cage, with bright and divine eyes staring at the opposite side without blinking, with a trace of unease and vigilance .

The witcher slowly approached with a gentle smile, shaking a "cleaned" rabbit with his left hand, and ticking his right hand, "Want to eat it, Golphin... I just caught it last night, it's very fresh. ."

As he said that, he suddenly shook the skinned and dirty rabbit in front of the Griffin's head, allowing the breath of flesh and blood to ferment further.

"Goo-hoo--"

Unexpectedly, his actions had the opposite effect. The little guy seemed to be offended, opened his long beak in demonstration, and screamed strangely.

It became like an enemy, the gray mane around its neck exploded, and its two backward arched hind legs supported its body, and violently flapped its gray and white wings.

The iron cage was rattled.

"Relax, I just want to make a 'friend'." Roy took a step back helplessly and squatted down. "In order to show my sincerity, I have buried the remains of your parents, lest they be desecrated by wild beasts."

"So, can't you give me some trust?"

With that, he threw the rabbit at the feet of the griffin.

But the other party didn't appreciate it, and slapped the food back with one paw, and proudly raised his neck and roared, slapping the iron cage.

"Jalal is right, you are a vengeful and stubborn girl. It's been five days, and it takes an hour a day, and you still treat me as a bad guy," Roy shook his head and sighed, "Since I don't eat soft ones, then Be tough!"

There was a flash of blood in the eyes of the witcher Anjin, and Goerfin, who was splendid, instantly softened, fell to his feet, and entered the state of trembling again.

"Huh... It's better to be shocked..." After each time he was shocked, Goerfin would be docile for at least half an hour, and then return to his old ways. This is the experience Roy summed up a few days ago.

The rabbit was again placed in front of the griffin.

This time, it didn't dare to resist, and immersed its head to eat in a proper manner - the hooks at the front of the wings clasped the food, the long pointed beak pecked it, and it easily tore off a piece of flesh, and then tilted its head and swallowed it in its stomach. .

A hand fell on Golfing's soft neck mane,

Glide back across its feline-smooth, plush back, all the way to the tip of its tail.

It is very well-behaved, and it does not show any instinct to protect food even if it is touched.

"Well, licking a gryphon feels similar to licking a cat."

Except for a sense of achievement.

Griffins are far more dangerous than cats, the top predators of the animal kingdom, and it's great to see them tame on the ground.

Roy fumbled for a full quarter of an hour, until Golfin purred comfortably, and caught a dozen lice for it by the way... before withdrawing his hand in satisfaction.

This is exactly his purpose, to let the other party gradually adapt to his own contact, so that it will be convenient for the future...

He was also a little fortunate in his heart, because this griffin was still young, and moderate coercion and inducement could still work. If it was an adult griffin, according to their arrogant personality, they would definitely rather die.

"Well, just do it like this, come to 'friendly exchanges' every day, sooner or later, Goalfin will completely surrender."

It's really not possible, the conditions for forced domestication should also be met.

He will then be the first witcher to fly.

With a griffin mount, can he justifiably take over the school of griffins?

Who dares to refute? Get a griffin out!

Coaxing Golphine back into the cage, Roy left the tent and waved goodbye to Galar, who was full of ingratitude.

I never thought that I ran into the rushing Oaks halfway,

"Roy, stop taming griffins in your daydreams, that stuff is unfamiliar. It's time to get down to business!" A hint of caution flashed across Oakes' plain cheeks,

"After my search day and night, finally, just now, I found the clue of the person of destiny!"

"The family at No. 180 Tongshu Street in the south of the city has a daughter, Thelma, who has a deformed face. She has been locked in the house by her parents on weekdays, and she lives in seclusion."

Roy was stunned. Ciri, the real man of destiny who attracted Wild Hunt, wasn't he still staying at the Sintra Palace?

Who can he find?

Could it be another warlock seed?

...

A cul-de-sac covered in shadows in bright sunlight.

"Whoosh..."

A thin eight- or nine-year-old girl was stooping and panting, her back pressed against the cold wall.

Her deformed and dirty little face was covered with blue bruises, and her expression was full of unwillingness and deep fear.

Soon, a group of boys of the same age pushed her to the corner of the alley, gearing up, with a ruthless and mean face that was rare at this age.

"Monster, bastard, why don't you run away?!"

"My name is Thelma?" On the girl's abnormally puffy cheeks, her big eyes filled with tears, "I'm not some monster or bastard. I'm just like everyone else, I'm human!"

"Yoyo, ugly, I haven't caught you for more than two months, I'm getting fatter, how dare you talk back!?" The fat boy in the lead suddenly grabbed the girl's straw-like yellow hair, and with the other hand ruthlessly Slapped her.

In an instant, a bright red slap print appeared on the girl's already ugly cheeks, making her look even more hideous.

"Monster, look at your face... You were knocked three hundred times by a horse's butt? You dare to come out and be scary when you are so ugly." The fat man spat at her,

"You're not a bastard? What are your parents doing? Tell everyone!" As the fat man turned to his companion, the girl lowered her head and covered her face, and someone in the crowd answered cooperatively,

"Thelma's mother, a prostitute, and her father, went door-to-door collecting shit, haha!"

The unbridled ridicule of the five or six boys broke out, and the silent girl clenched her fists tightly, her teeth gritted Kaz, but she let go.

"Let's be honest, Thelma, did your father take it out of the cesspool, or why would you look so ugly?"

"No!" This time, the girl couldn't help shouting loudly. She raised her head and swept over the faces of the boys one by one, her eyes full of resentment!

The fat-headed and big-eared fat man sneered suddenly, "Brothers, let's beat this ugly bastard to death together!"

Before the group of boys could make a move, they suddenly felt their body light up, and in the screams of horror, they were slapped one by one on the wall like flies, and huge blood bags appeared on their heads. Just fainted.

A series of strange voices made Thelma, who was holding her head tightly and preparing to be beaten, raised her head cautiously. She first saw the bear children lying on the ground like corpses. man with sword.

They have beastly straight eyes and wear neat leather armor.

"You... who are you?" she asked in a daze.

"The one who helped you." Roy looked at the bloated growths on the girl's face, pulled her up from the ground, and carefully patted the dust off her clothes.

The girl was curious and panicked, nervous like a quail. Although he was bullied by a few little kids before, he suddenly enjoyed the warm care of two strangers.

"Iron they...they died?"

"Don't worry, I just fainted temporarily. But it takes at least half a month to recover."

The girl breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and a hint of happiness flashed in her brown eyes.

"That..." Thelma pulled her palm back, and shrank back her slender body dodging her eyes. She was a little confused about the current situation, and said vaguely, "Thank you. I... I can go home?"

"Sorry...I'm afraid I can't..."

In Oaks' gentle words, a flashing triangle suddenly passed in front of the girl's eyes, and then she fell limply into the arms of the witcher.

"Ox, is this a kidnapping..." Roy picked up the fluffy little witch and sneaked out of the alley.

"It's better for us to kidnap her than to be kidnapped by the Wild Hunt!" Oakes said firmly.

"By the way, the sorceress had such a miserable childhood?" This is the second time Roy has seen the bullying scene of the otherworldly version, just like Casca. At the same time, he also had some admiration for Oaks, and he was able to accurately find a warlock seed from the tens of thousands of people in Sintra.

"Not all." Oaks explained, "Some sorceresses have unbalanced magic power after birth, which affects their physical development in the long run, and their appearance becomes deformed and ugly. But the other part is lucky, and the magic power has been in a relatively balanced and stable state, physiological development. It's completely unaffected and they can live a normal life."

"Usually it is the former who become sorceresses, because they have no choice. Only by becoming a sorceress can they escape the tragic fate of being discriminated against and tortured by out-of-control magic. But most parents are reluctant to hand them over to magic schools, because so It doesn't do any good."

"It seems that most sorceresses are ugly ducklings..." Roy sighed.

"It doesn't matter if she is beautiful or ugly," Oakes patted his shoulder earnestly, "Just do the job well."

"..."

"When you have a sorceress to be your concubine, you'll see what they're good for."

"Wait! You mean, you've soaked a sorceress."

"Of course, a sorceress has a different taste from a noble woman..." Ox's amber pupils flickered in confusion, and he began to recall, "That was more than ten years ago, Nilfgaard..."

...

When the two brought the petite Thelma back to the witcher's den, and after meeting with everyone, three big men, one young man, stared at the little girl on the sofa.

"What should I do with her?"

"Let's talk about something else first." Leto's face suddenly turned pale, his arms crossed his chest, and his face became serious.

"Little devil, should you explain, when did you get involved with the Sintra royal family? I just received the news that starting this morning, the palace sent someone to look for a witcher... Dark Gold's pupils, fifteen or sixteen old, who else but you?"

"Huh? What's the situation, the Sintra royal family is looking for me?" There was a hint of surprise on Roy's face, and he couldn't think of any reason, "Except for training, I was looking after the little lion. Eagle! How can I contact the palace when I have time?"

"Ox can testify!"

"That's right, I've been staring at him!" The hooded witcher was still smiling, not taking it seriously at all.

"Then don't care what the reason is..." said the bald man. "Since the royal family has summoned you, go and have a look. Maybe you can earn some money. Come back and tell us."