The Divine Hunter

After finding the hidden stronghold of the lion-faced spider, the witcher's trip to the sewers has come to an end, temporarily relieved from the mundane trivia.

The furnace in the blacksmith shop was on fire, and the master blacksmith Berengar began to forge the flying lion steel sword with his hammer, with the relatively experienced Leto assisting him.

The two of them stayed behind closed doors at the blacksmith's shop, while the Serrit brothers and Roy, three laymen, were brutally kicked out.

"Disgusting us to get in the way? You worked so hard to find blueprints and materials, and you will kill the donkey so quickly!" Oaks muttered a few words angrily.

But he quickly calmed down and his mind drifted elsewhere. Witchers are destined to work hard, and have to find something to use up their excess energy.

Brother Serret, who grew up in the Southern Pit Viper Academy, didn't know much about the customs of the north, and decided to visit Vizima, the capital of Temeria.

Originally, Roy had already arranged a training plan for himself and Goelphin, but the high-intensity fighting recently made him a little tired, so he decided to relax.

...

Vizima accommodates tens of thousands of residents and travelers from all over the world, and has a variety of buildings: castles, military fortresses, temples, shopping malls, bazaars, merchant stalls, workshops, banks, hotels, taverns, And brothels.

If you really want to experience it all, you won’t be able to finish it for three days and three nights. But witchers don't take the usual route, their tastes are very concentrated, surprisingly consistent, or simple.

Every witcher is a taster.

There is some truth to this statement.

The Serrit brothers took Roy and began to take turns to experience the taverns in the city of Vizima, tasting the special wines of each tavern.

Authentic wines, sweet fruit wines, high-purity spirits, everything in this trading capital.

In addition, in addition to fine wine, the tavern also gathers the most playful people in the world. They operate all kinds of strange projects. In Roy's opinion, these projects are much more interesting than drinking.

Vizima Temple District, Golden Apple Tavern.

"Come on, take a look! The Arm Wrestling Challenge, the champion has been beaten 30 times. Whether he can continue to create miracles, let's wait and see! Cheers, everyone, for the 'Popeye' at the port of Vizima. ' Poppy cheers!"

A frantic cry broke out in the tavern.

"Popeye" lives up to his name, with a thick beard, his arms exposed outside his vest are thicker than the waistline of ordinary people, and his body is full of toned and strong muscles. He is simply a muscular man.

"Now, allow me to solemnly introduce, this brave challenger is... um, the 'Snake Eye' Oaks from the far south!" The man sitting opposite the champion was much more low-key, with a grey top. The hood is strong, and the eyes are amber vertical pupils, like a cat.

"Shh—" The audience booed him, apparently recognizing the witcher.

Oaks' amber pupils shrunk into a slit, with a fierce look on his face, and his finger bones cracked.

"Cough, cough... According to the usual practice, Old Hill sits in the village, buys and loses, buys wins, buys more and buys less, and decides to leave. If you lose, you only lose a glass of wine, and if you win, you will once **!"

The leprosy-headed man who opened the market was blowing his mouth like a crossbow, and most of the guests around him joined in the fun and gave generously.

Roy was sitting in front of a Quint chessboard, the crowns in front of him had changed from a few to a dozen, and the opponent was staring at Quint and thinking hard.

"That one? This one? No, no, no... this one? Still not good." The skinny gambler seemed to be in a daze.

"Think slowly, I'm not in a hurry..." Roy said, and greeted the leprosy head, "I bet on Snake Eye Oaks to win within ten seconds, twenty crowns."

"Okay! Snake Eye Oaks wins, within ten seconds, the odds are 3 to 1, please keep your bills!" Lei Li Tou happily collected a bag of money, and muttered inaudibly with his back to the witcher before walking away. A fool.

Roy smiled nonchalantly, and turned his eyes to the stage on the other side of the tavern.

There were staggered figures, even more frenzied cheers, and another fight with a longer history, a wider audience, and more blood, the Vizima Boxing Challenge.

Oaks wrestled his arms, Roy beat Quint, and Serret was unwilling to be lonely and signed up for the Boxing Challenge.

The champion is posing on the stage, showing his body as strong as a bear, with well-developed biceps and latissimus dorsi, punching sharply from time to time, and screaming!

And Serret was wrapping white bandages around his fists, and he blinked at Roy in front of Quint's chess and cards from a distance.

The latter made a clear gesture, and immediately bet twenty crowns on him.

Boxing and arm wrestling are both projects that require skill.

But in the face of the Serrit brothers' far superior strength and speed, any technology is useless.

Roy knew enough was enough, and he didn't bet too much, otherwise the local snake might not pay the bet.

After half an hour.

"cheers!"

Pinot Noir, dwarf spirits, golden cider, three glasses of different wines, the three witchers left the tavern in a hurry and continued to the next one with a bag full of rewards.

Don't keep catching a sheep and rolling...

This is the Oaks experience.

In one day, the three witchers took turns visiting the two taverns in the temple district and the three taverns in the trade district.

In the evening, the Vizima entertainment day ended. In the end, the three of them not only drank for free for a day, but also earned nearly two hundred crowns.

"Haha, Roy, have you seen how powerful I am?" Oaks was so excited that he couldn't control himself, so he practiced small steps, butterfly steps, lightning combos, and heavy punches in turn on the street. He also went to experience a few rounds. The thrill of boxing.

A witcher versus an ordinary person is naturally a crushing situation.

Roy smiled, and he had a good time playing Quint.

Vizima is indeed the place that has hosted the Northern Gwent Card Competition, and there are many folk masters. In the poker game, there have been several who have drawn with him or even defeated him.

In the end, he only won a few dozen crowns, but he received a rare leader card of Foltest.

Win his cards on Foltest's turf, hehe!

"Shall we continue tomorrow?"

"I'm afraid not." Serret shook his head and said with a confident face, "We have cut a lot of meat from the local gang, and we have already crossed the line a little. If we are so unscrupulous tomorrow, conflicts cannot be avoided."

"Don't worry, boy," Oaks patted Roy on the shoulder and winked at him, "When we leave Vizima and change to a big city, we three brothers, attack again!"

"Idiot! You call him brother? Isn't this a mess of generations?! Let's be a little shorter than Leto out of thin air?"

"Leave him alone!"

Roy listened to the constant bickering of the two brothers. Recently, due to the pressure accumulated by the continuous killing, it slowly disappeared, and the whole person was extremely relaxed.

Then he generously divided the two hundred crowns into three.

One person is sixty, and the rest he pockets generously as public funds.

The Serret brothers had become accustomed to the exploitation of the treasurer and were not ashamed, but rather happy.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Oaks said in distress after the excitement disappeared.

"Training! If the two of you are free, you can teach me about swordsmanship." Roy suggested, seeing that the other party was still frowning, and then winked, "I remember last time Kayla Metz invited you? Oakes , if you are bored, go to her to catch up."

"Little Slick, what do you know, I'm the kind of casual person?" Oaks raised his chin, his eyes began to wander again, "I remember she mentioned the rose hot spring and it seems to be good... Forget it, women can find it at any time, or accompany her Brothers training is more important!"

After a day of rest, the next day, Roy started a life like an ascetic.

During the day, receive the instruction of the Ox brothers in turn, swordsmanship and knowledge of monsters in the courtyard.

At night, he would take Golfing to the wild to let the little guy continue to exercise his flying ability and hunting ability.

Golphin's continuous flight time is increasing every day, of course, due to his size, he still can't take the witcher.

It is estimated that Roy's wish will not be fulfilled until he is one year old.

In terms of hunting, Golfing's diet has transitioned from voles and rabbits to larger elk and even wild boars.

In a one-on-one duel, this juvenile griffin can kill most of its prey with a single leap from the sky.

But there are some animals he can't provoke, such as packs of wild dogs, wolves, and huge grizzly bears.

...

Between training sessions, Vizima's royal advisor, Kayla Metz, came to visit in person, and went out with Oaks for two days.

But Triss never came.

The last time we met Roy, he noticed that this young sorceress had a special physique, or was particularly sensitive.

Not coming this time, maybe hiding from herself, but Triss is not the only sorceress.

Rita Ned contacted Roy through the telescopic mirror in the boudoir, and chatted with him in the dead of night...mostly talking about grass trials, mutations, basic magic theory, boring and boring work.

Occasionally find other fun.

During a conversation, Coral accidentally revealed his ideal: to drive a small boat, sail to the horizon, and enjoy the wonderful time on the boundless sea.

Roy agreed to her joke at some point, and one day in the future, he will accompany her to start this adventure.

A week has passed, and Yada has not come to contact.