The Divine Hunter

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In the Vizima trading area, in the darkness where you can't see five fingers, a ghostly shadow keeps flying on the roof, a pair of dark gold eyes shine like a beast in the middle of the night, and the figure is windy. He stopped abruptly on the roof, holding his breath—two guards patrolling the wide flagstone path below.

The night wind was blowing, and the witcher crouched on the tile to keep his balance. A strange little thing in the hood behind him tightly grabbed a strand of hair behind his head, and made a "gul, gul" like insects and frogs.

"Did you hear it? Strange sound... just around the corner!"

"Dude, it's not winter yet, there's always a mess of stuff going on! I see whose cat and dog are barking."

"Damn beast! It's such a cold day, that thing is almost frozen into a popsicle, and there is still a mind called... Spring?"

"Would you like to go to the Queen's House to warm up?"

...

It was not until the guards disappeared completely that the lurker on the roof swam like a gecko, and finally turned into the window of the top floor of a villa.

"Patta..." A wisp of hot sweat slid down his calf and wet the wooden floor.

A bald-headed man sleeping on a hammock in the room was woken up by the passive silence, and his amber eyes swept over.

"Little devil, so reluctant to partake of the goddess in the lake, chatting all day?"

"It's as simple as that after completing the commission and getting paid, but unfortunately..." Roy looked down at the bald man and shook his head, "Some people can't work hard enough to get paid."

"Better than being blinded by greed and reduced to playthings and puppets." Leto swayed the hammock leisurely, his voice implicitly warning.

"You have a lot of opinions on Ms. Huzhong? But don't worry..." Roy took a breath and said solemnly, "I know what I have in mind, Ms. Huzhong, the Virtue Church, and Princess Yada are all just cooperation and employment relationships, reciprocity. Mutual benefit. I will not be controlled by them."

"Remember this sentence... Try to avoid religion as much as possible." Leto sighed, "There are too many lunatics in it, and even if they stay awake for a while, they will be assimilated sooner or later."

"Um."

"Go take a bath, smell it yourself, it stinks more than the Corruptor.

"

The big man threw a towel over and swept his shoulder, "What happened to that toad?"

...

"Huh..." Roy let out a comfortable sigh lazily leaning against the tub.

The scalding steam made his skin red and sweat on his forehead, but he was relaxed and didn't have to worry about a lobster attacking from the tub.

Various colored petals floated on the water surface in the tub - the private collection of sorceress coral, the things that are usually used for bathing, and Roy has opened the right to use it.

The bald-headed man sat by the tub and glanced at his disciple's arm. His delicate skin was nothing like a witcher who was often exposed to the wind and the sun. Not only his arms, but the skin all over his body was more delicate than before.

What's the use of a witcher looking so good? Leto couldn't help worrying about his apprentice - does the lady in the lake want to transform him into her own face?

Shaking his head, the big man grabbed the two legs of "Toad", lifted it upside down, and looked around.

The deformed little guy has a good temper, and he did not resist quietly. He stared at a pair of black eyes with the same curiosity, and his slender mouth gurgled blisters.

"What the hell is this, murloc son of a bitch? Where did you get it?"

"Do you still remember that mad alchemist Calkestein? He gave me... a pet." Roy wiped his wet hair with a towel, and after thinking about it, he decided not to reveal the true identity of the griffin first. Wait until they get to know each other.

In any case, this little guy will join the witcher's team in the future.

"You can call it Goerfin, although it is in the form of a half-murloc today, it may not be in the future."

"What's the meaning?"

"You'll know then."

A finger about the thickness of a carrot poked its bulging belly, and it immediately wrapped its limbs tightly around it.

The big man narrowed his eyes.

"This little thing is very cute, but it's not very useful, it's just a fuel bottle. Do you want to sell it? There must be some people in Vizima's lady circle who are interested in it... As it happens, it cost a lot to forge weapons. money."

"What oil bottle?!" Roy turned over, leaned his chin against the tub, and retorted, "Golfing will have a big role in the future, it's impossible to sell it!"

Goerfin, who was hanging upside down, felt the master's intention, and his big black eyes showed a touch of emotion.

"Unless someone gives ten thousand crowns!"

"Goo-lu--"

Roy asked again about Princess Yada and the Knights of the White Rose.

In the daytime, although the thunder of Azullie, the forbidden spell on Black Tern Island, was interrupted, the fishermen and masons by the Vizima Lake and most residents in the city of Vizima noticed the vision at that time. Some people said that It is a demon invasion, and some say it is a sign of the end.

For peace of mind.

Princess Yada once again took Dagon out as a shield, played a play with the surviving knights, and then spread a false news to the city through the mouth of the mayor Verrelade: the evil god is once again a disaster Zima Lake, and the goddess of the lake joined forces with the Knights of the White Rose and Vizima's royal magic advisor to destroy it. The huge movement on Black Tern Island was the epitome of their battle.

The Knights of the White Rose and Azar Javid who have died since then have all fallen to the honorary titles of dying for their country, and the citizens of Vizima have been appeased.

"Foltest has no opinion, but his layout was completely destroyed by Yada?" Roy was very curious, "How did Her Royal Highness convince her father."

"You have to ask her personally, but the situation is not optimistic." Lesso shook his head, "The result on Black Tern Island will inevitably exacerbate Foltest's fear, and the Church of the Lake Lady may not be able to do anything in Vizima. ."

"The answer will be revealed in a few days."

After the bath, Roy spent the next few hours in meditation until dawn.

There was a faint white light outside the window, and he and the Letho soldiers left in two separate ways.

Counting the time, the Serrit brothers' operation on Toussaint's side should also end, so Leto find a way to contact the brothers and inform them of Vizima's new location.

By the way, Berengar, who was guarding the blacksmith's shop, waited for the four swords to come out.

And Roy first ordered a leather armor from the clothing store. The black color and style were the same as before.

Even if he didn't show up, he had to change his clothes. Recently, his body has grown very fast. His height has reached 1.76 meters. He is still slender and well-proportioned. The thin type is also much more developed than ordinary people.

The old clothes no longer fit well.

Afterwards, the witcher rushed to the temple area to inquire about the situation. The petite body of Goerfin was hidden in the hood, and only a pair of round eyes looked around curiously.

The little one made his home entirely in the witcher's hood.

"Everything is normal." Roy glanced at the square from a distance. There were a lot of people. There were as many citizens as ever who came to worship the goddess in the lake. Even because of the mayor's speech yesterday, more Vizima people became curious about the goddess.

The whole square was blocked up.

"No, Princess Yada is not here,"

The priest who presides over the morning meeting is replaced by someone else. This is an extremely important job, and Yada usually does not pretend to be someone else.

Roy instantly realized that there must be a problem on Foltest's side, and was a little worried.

"Gollum—"

"I'm fine, Goelphin, don't worry." Roy felt the pet's doubts again, and pointed to the tall statue, "This is called a meeting, and they are praying to Vivian, the goddess of the lake."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but think of the scene where the lake girl would enlighten the believer's soul and become a water elf.

Is that fate good or bad? How many believers present can accept it?

"Gr...hm..."

"Stop calling, let's go."

After observing the situation in the temple area, Roy went to visit the residence of the alchemist Kalkstein.

The Frankenstein seems to have had some bad experiences lately, with a big change in appearance: messy hair, goatee, and eyebrows missing, and a large charred, blackened scar on his cheekboned face, smeared with smears. Cooling ointment.

"I'm not in good health today, and I don't have time to entertain guests. Come back in a while and wait for my injury to heal."

He hunched his body and staggered to usher Roy into the room, looking sickly and speaking weakly.

The witcher looked at each other with a half-smiling smile, and had another guess in his heart. This Frankenstein also knew about Azar's plan before, with his wild ideas...

"Lord Alchemist, why do I feel like you were struck by lightning?"

"Cough...cough...I don't understand what you mean, what lightning? This is because there was an accident in the recent experiment, and there was an explosion accident."

"Okay, just treat it as an accident..."

"Young man, this is the truth!" Kalkstein solemnly urged, "Don't go out and cause trouble for me."

"I promise, no one will know your secret," the witcher patted his chest, and then lowered his voice, "Actually, today's visit has other purposes, Aza Javid..."

The alchemist slapped his head sharply, his eyes lit up, "How could I forget this, Azar Javid's 'death for the country' is a godsend! Now his villa is an unguarded treasure house, not as good as us Cooperate again? Just like last time, this time you can let go of your hands and feet and destroy all the mechanisms."

"How are you thinking? We have to hurry up, before the soldiers seal it up!"

"Aren't you sad at all?" Roy said in surprise, "Didn't you and Master Aza work together before?"

"Who said I'm not sad?" Kalkstein's dark fingers rubbed the dry eye mucus at the corners of his eyes and flicked, "I made an exception for a quarter of an hour's silence in the morning for him, no more. I still have to do research. !"

Inexpensive friendship, Roy mourned for Azar for two seconds,

"How to distribute the inheritance."

"All research materials belong to me, of course you can choose to take part of the copy, and the rest of the gems and crowns belong to you."

"make a deal!"

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