The Divine Hunter

The young witcher sat cross-legged under the humble house, with his back straight, his body and mind relaxed, his face as peaceful as the surface of calm water, without a single wave.

He gestured calmly, a faint breath lingering around him, the air was like an invisible palm, gently stroking his muscles, rippling his close-fitting white shirt.

A speck of shimmering light was born out of nothingness, made visible to the naked eye, and plunged slowly but firmly into his body.

Gradually, more spots of light poured out, like sparks sputtering from a fire, burning his skin, scorching his muscles, and merging into the witcher's soul. It goes back and forth, over and over again.

"Hmm..." I don't know when, Roy took a long breath and opened his eyes. For a moment, there seemed to be stars in the dark gold pupils, which were dazzling.

He stretched out the index finger of his right hand, but there was no incantation and no dharma seal. A petite flame just ignited out of thin air, suspended at the tip of his finger, like a red bean, dancing playfully back and forth with his finger. .

"The transformation of the water of Brock Leon finally ended today. I didn't expect to be able to do this..."

Compared to before, his element affinity has increased by about 10-20%, although the improvement is not large, but his level 1 witcher seal can already exert the power of level 2.

The most important thing is that his control over the seal has improved, the magic power has become docile, and he listens to his orders, and there will be no more jokes that every time the magic seal is released, the magic power is randomly consumed.

The witcher got up and lived for a while, then changed into the clean clothes he had prepared and went out.

"Well, just to appreciate it, how did those three guys make a fool of themselves."

Today is Harvest Day.

Outside the house, the setting sun is falling, and the night is low.

Even living in the most remote corners of Sintra, the witcher could feel the huge movement from a few blocks away, and there was a faintly moving fire in that spot.

"At this point, the parade begins."

The witcher walked over, and quite a few of the houses along the way were dark and silent, because their owners went out to the streets to enjoy themselves.

The witcher saw another group of people—old married men with well-dressed wives and children,

Build a bonfire out of pine wood in an open space near your home for an evening bonfire.

The harvest festival can also be enjoyed as a family, and it does not have to be crazy on the street.

Yes, crazy, there is still a distance from the central long street, Roy's sight is already full of people who are desperately twisting.

Men and women, young and old, there are rich people in gorgeous velvet tops, and poor people who wear old shirts from the bottom of their boxes but still can't hide their shabby nature.

They gathered on the side of the street. Some men in red hats put their hands on their hips and danced a rhythmically strong leg-swing dance. Some first jumped high on the spot, then waved to the center, or twisted their buttocks and waist at will. , neck, jumping out of order, purely to vent.

"A lunatic, a lunatic..." The witcher stepped in front of the crowd, his expression even more exciting.

Everyone, without exception, was in high spirits, shouting desperately. The loudness and sharpness of their voices even surpassed that of the shrew who was scolding in the street.

They blushed and had thick necks, and they shouted a variety of words. There are those who express their love towards the air, those who swear and curse, and those who hold their heads high and recite sonnets eloquently, like a serious poet.

What's more, there was a continuous burst of high-pitched, blushing screams, and then screaming, rushing into the parade, the human-carved carriage.

Start dancing!

The line on the long street is like a winding fire dragon, dividing the whole of Sintra in half.

Roy covered his ears, and the smell of wine and sweat made him wrinkle his nose. Then he pulled away, he felt that he might not be suitable for this kind of madness.

But there was a faint commotion in his heart like a cat's paw.

He didn't leave, and walked quickly to the position farthest from the light, trying to hide in the tail of the parade, looking for something less exciting. But he miscalculated.

There were piles of lit pine wood everywhere, the red light of torches dotted the night sky, thick smoke poured into the darkness, and the fire crackled and gleamed among the dancing figures.

Roy was dazzled, and his ears were filled with messy sounds.

The witcher's perception was so acute, and he was so stimulated that for a moment, it seemed like a thousand drills were drilling into his brain.

He was dizzy and didn't know why, and the people coming from farther behind pushed him forward like a surging ocean wave, pushing him into the parade.

Between shoulders, a hand stretched out from the side and grabbed the witcher's shoulder, stuffed him with a small glass, the liquid in the glass was foaming, and the mellow aroma of malt was intoxicating.

"Beer? Difficult to drink!"

Roy also shouted, shook his head, and pushed the guy holding a bucket of watered beer back to the crowd, but another soft little hand grabbed his arm again.

"Dancing!" A slender young girl with bright eyes and a slender figure came to his ear at some point, and exhaled hot air against his ear.

She clearly fell in love with the black-haired and golden-eyed young witcher, grabbed his sleeve, and dragged Roy, who was still in a dazed state, into the carnival team.

She danced beside him, circling the witcher, her robes and flowers on her head swaying in the wind.

"Dancing!" she snorted, displeased by the witcher's clumsy behavior! The latter was stunned, and wanted to refuse, but couldn't open his mouth.

Even more terrifying, he found himself poisoned and uncontrolled, and began to dance to the beat of the girl in front of him.

"When all the people you see are lunatics, then you are no exception!"

Roy finally understood this proverb about holiday parties.

A smear of blood stained the witcher's cheek, and he no longer resisted, and joined the dance with the girl opposite.

Even if not so calm, he still uses his instinct to turn his body dexterously to avoid other people who are dancing.

He is like a cat on tiptoe, quick and graceful even in a manic crowd.

A commotion broke out around them. A tall man pulled a petite girl and ran into the darkness beyond the light of the campfire. The girl let out nervous laughter and shouts, struggled gently in his arms, and then gradually stopped. Struggling, disappearing into the corner with the man.

"Who is that?" Roy was startled by the familiar face, the rhythm of the dance was disrupted, and he accidentally stepped on the dance partner's foot, which caused her to throw a strange look.

"Sorry, I just saw an acquaintance."

Yes, acquaintance, just now he clearly saw Amber's eyes and the familiar facial contours of the man who took away the girl.

"Ox, this guy has already started?"

Without allowing him to think too much, the witcher was caught in the rhythm by the crowd again, and accidentally lost his dance partner.

People started holding hands, shouting loudly, and proceeding along the road between the bonfires. Someone fell and broke the formation, and the people who followed were divided into small groups.

At the bonfire closest to him, bundles of dry pine branches were thrown into the fire, and the yellow light became more vivid, illuminating the surroundings brightly.

Roy continued to follow the crowd.

I have to say that after this episode, there was no more commotion in his eyes. Even if the crowd around him became crazier, he calmly acted as a bystander.

After a long time, Roy's team reached the end——

Crowds sang and danced on the stage, waving branches entwined with flowers and ears of wheat.

Shouting, "Harvest Day"...

But what am I doing here? Roy looked away.

There was a star in the darkness, shining brightly. The badge on his neck began to vibrate.

"The badge vibrates, there is a situation!"

Roy instinctively opened his pupils, his eyes easily penetrated the darkness and crossed the crowd: a hot woman was actively pulling her dance partner into a dark corner - the bald man, the button of his shirt had been all unbuttoned. open, exposing hill-like muscles.

The bald-headed man felt the strange attention, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but pass a look of encouragement, and he was pulled away by the woman.

"Lesso, you were having a good time..."

Roy's eyes continued to turn, searching for Serrit, and then stopped somewhere. Amidst the noisy crowd, a woman in a black velvet cloak stood silently.

She is the source of the magic.

She was out of tune with the carnival crowd, with a long strand of fiery red hair showing off the edge of her velvet cloak.

She walked towards him on crystal high heels,

The sound of "ta, ta, ta" was unexpectedly clear in the noisy crowd, accompanied by a fragrant rose fragrance, the men and women crowded in front of her, as if they were drunk, inexplicably swayed, It just made a way for her.

The vibration of the badge became more and more intense.

As the woman approached the witcher, he felt a suffocating pressure.

She is very tall, half a head taller than Roy, her blue eyes are like lake water, and her wheat-colored skin is smooth and delicate.

"Roy..." She smiled brightly, revealing neat, white teeth that glowed white.

"Coral..." The witcher was surprised, "Why did you come here when you didn't celebrate the Harvest Festival in Karak?"

"And, how did you find me?"

He stared at the sorceress's face, and his thoughts drifted back to the Temple of Meritelli, that unforgettable time.

"Young man, you don't keep your word," the sorceress shook her slender and delicate index finger, "because you missed the appointment first, then I can only come to you! As for how to find it, it's a trivial trick worth mentioning."

The sorceress held out her hand to the witcher,

The latter shook his head, obviously not believing her nonsense, but he had no room to resist. The sorceress' coral blue eyes were like a clear spring, staring at his face until he couldn't bear to hold the sorceress's hand.

Cold and soft, but full of enthusiasm.

The sorceress grabbed the witcher, squeezed through the crowd, and made her way to the stage.

"where are we going?"

"What should I do at the holiday party, and need me to explain?" The sorceress blinked her long eyelashes, "Let's dance first!"

"But I'm not at all..."

"Lie! Didn't you look good in the crowd just now? And I have to say..." The sorceress untied her cloak, revealing her embossed figure, and she tucked the cloak into the void.

"Your dancing style is unique, I haven't seen it anywhere else." She came behind the witcher with a gust of fragrant wind, and then swayed her waist to herself, and then touched the witcher's back, letting him His body froze.

"Come on, Roy, or don't you dare?" Her red lips breathed hot between his neck.

"I don't dare?! It's okay... let you see the style from another world!"

Blue and dark gold eyes meet at this moment.

This is not a court ball, there are not so many old-fashioned rules, and there is no gentlemanly demeanor, the dance here is casual and passionate.

styles, varied.

The two danced separately from time to time, and sometimes they were close together. Gradually, with the surging sounds around them, they should dance happily in harmony with the rhythm of the music.

At some point, someone on the stage began to recite the poem aloud, "Your deep eyes made my face blush. The whole world suddenly turned upside down... Music, singing, and you, made me feel the sweetness of honey. For a moment , I seem to feel like the lute you have mastered, and I just want you to fiddle with my eager soul with enthusiasm."

The melodious lutes followed, and the couples on the stage slowed down the rhythm tacitly.

They face each other, fingers interlocked, slowly turning in circles to the music, they stare at each other, quickly sucking each other into deep eyes.

"Coral," Roy looked at the glamorous sorceress, "seriously, why did you come to Sintra?"

"Because..." The sorceress's pretty face showed a trace of sadness, "loneliness and loneliness..."

"Giggle...Because it's boring! It's very pleasing to the eye to see your boy. After a festival, I'll talk to you and relieve my boredom..."

Coral is still the guy who flirts with people at every turn, but he is no longer the boy who blushed and beat his heart.

At this time, Roy thought of the idea of ​​the Witcher Brotherhood. He needed the assistance of a powerful warlock. Coral, um, was a good choice.

"The dance is over, it's time to get down to business."

"What business? Where are you taking me?!"

The sorceress's flaming hair rippling with a crisp laughter, she took the witcher's hand and ran quickly to the dark bushes...

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