The Divine Hunter

The sound of the hammer beating in the blacksmith's shop finally came to an end.

The flames in the furnace jumped up and down, and two changing figures appeared on the wall.

The two witchers were hunched over, swords in both hands, pointed at each other. Their feet slid discreetly against the ground, like two venomous snakes with their fangs showing, circling their bodies ready to pounce on their prey.

They pounced on each other and shot at almost the same time. They swung several swords in an instant, slashing, slashing, stabbing the sword... The air was cut by the sword's edge, and the transformation of the sword was dazzling.

The blades danced wildly, colliding continuously, and the metal blade rubbed at high speed, shaking off a dazzling spark.

The two figures crossed each other, their movements were as graceful and graceful as dance steps, but they were faster than ordinary people. In the blacksmith shop, I saw two ghostly shadows jumping, dodging and moving, and the walls were covered with sword shadows.

After a long time, the messy sword light dissipated, and the two demon hunters sheathed their swords and stood still for a moment, calming down their restless blood.

"Little devil, you have made a lot of progress in this period of time. You avoided several swords from me." Oaks laughed, "And you are so slow. It's a pity that if you give your sword one more point, you can stab me. ."

Roy shook his head. That insignificant fraction was a moat, which could not be surpassed in a short time.

But now, he can at least support Ox's perverted swordsmanship for a moment.

Roy touched the new armor on his body again——

It is completely different from the slightly old leather jacket that was torn several times before. Now this black armor is new and shiny, with a simple and refreshing style. The long and cumbersome sleeves have been removed. The middle of the jacket is inlaid with copper-colored manticore buttons, which is as tough as cowhide to the touch. During the competition, he was scratched three times by the standard steel sword, but not even a single white mark was left.

The wrinkled skinny leather pants were also updated, with a row of fish-scale patterns on the khaki surface, which looked a bit large and bloated, but in fact they were more comfortable and comfortable, and the movement between steps did not affect the movement at all.

Further down the leather boots, from the deerskin boots that just covered the ankles, to the long riding boots near the knees.

Armor, trousers, boots, this is the three-piece suit of the flying lion school, the work that Belengar has just completed.

At the beginning of production, it was under the advice of Leto, as well as the strong suggestions of Oaks and Serrit.

The casting master referred to the size of the "weakest member" of the Snake faction,

Made for Roy.

These three pieces of equipment are not beautiful in appearance, but have excellent protection, and they are difficult to be destroyed in the face of weapons such as standard steel swords.

In addition, they are not as heavy as chainmail, and have almost no impact on flexibility.

"How is it, Roy, does the clothes still fit?"

"Of course no problem, Master Belengar, your craftsmanship has never disappointed me." Roy was full of praise, "With the quality of this armor, it can be worn for at least a century."

"It's good to be satisfied..." Belengar sighed in relief, relieved,

"Master, you fulfilled your promise well, and you deserve to be paid." Roy Yu glanced at a few companions.

The crowd nodded.

He handed the flying lion monster steel sword to the other party,

"Take it, we all know that you only have the silver sword Toheine, but you lack a steel sword that is good for your hand!"

"Without a spare longsword replacement, the lifespan of the weapon is greatly shortened."

...

"Are you serious?" Belengar glanced at the Snake Sect people, "Just send me a few hundred crowns?"

"You deserve it," Lesso interjected. "Recently, I have benefited a lot from forging with you. This sword is regarded as hard work."

"Hurry up and take the sword before we have any regrets!" Oaks looked reluctant.

"In this case, it would be too hypocritical for me to refuse!" Belen Carmo held the blade, his face intoxicated. This sword was his proud work. "In order to express my gratitude, next time there is a forging job, I will definitely give you a 50% discount!"

"No need for next time!" Roy took a breath, "Master Belengar, your excellent forging talents shouldn't be wasted on Vizima, leave with us this afternoon?"

The eyes of the three witchers next to him turned around at the same time, especially Leto, whose eyes were the hottest.

During this period of tacit cooperation, he realized the great role of a casting master on the school, and the Snake School should have such a key person.

Belengar is still reluctant to admit his identity of the wolf faction, but he gets along well with the snake demon hunter, which is also a rare fate.

"Since you don't want to go back to Kyrmohan, why don't you act with us!" Roy added his strength, "In the future, the Snake Sect will be re-established, and you will have a place to live, one of your rooms!"

Belengar glanced at the four witchers in turn, was silent for a while, then shook his head,

"Everyone knows my aspirations, I am no longer a witcher, past or future, wolf or other schools."

"I just want to be a free mercenary, a normal man..."

"With all due respect, Master, the reproductive isolation between us and humans is more serious than any species. After all, the mutation of the grass trial is full of uncertainties." Roy paused, "If you want to have children, you are not interested in hunting demons. It's basically impossible for humans! Unless—"

"Unless you can catch a dick and make a wish on it."

There are four kinds of elemental spirits (world spirits) living in the witcher world, namely fire monsters, water spirits, earth spirits, and Di spirits.

Among them, Dijing is the most magical, and can help people realize their wishes, even the most impossible wishes.

In order to restore her fertility, Yennefer fell in love with Geralt during the search for Dijing.

"But capturing Dijing is an impossible challenge for the most powerful spellcasters, and for witchers, especially a loner like you..." Roy said that.

"Di Jing..." Belengar's face also became ugly. He had lived for decades, and he had never even seen the shadow of the elemental spirit.

"Dude, put aside the unrealistic idea of ​​having children for now." Lesso interjected suddenly, "After working together during this period of time, I can see that your enthusiasm for forging exceeds wine and commissions..."

"We don't force you to return to the Wolf faction, or join the Snake faction." The bald man stared at him, "Just treat it as a cooperation and a commission to help us forge more school equipment."

Roy persevered, "In the future, we will look for more school equipment blueprints, not only the snake school, the flying lion school, but also the bear school, cat school, and so on."

"We need a strong and reliable master blacksmith to maintain a long-term relationship..."

Roy took the next step. As long as the other party takes the first step, there will be more opportunities for persuasion.

Belengar's attitude was vague, neither refusing nor agreeing.

"I will consider…"

Belengar was obviously moved, but after a moment of silence, he politely refused. After seventy or eighty years of life, he would not be easily persuaded.

"Friends of the Snake Pie, it's a pleasure to work with you, and I can't forget the absurd experience of being with the Night Queen's house. But Kyle Morhan, I can't go back."

The witchers regret, but do not demand,

"We'll stay in Novigrad for a while, and if you change your mind, you're always welcome... When that time comes, we'll provide equipment blueprints, high-quality forging materials, and you just need to enjoy forging."

The Snake Sect witcher left an expectation. After a parting banquet, they rode out of Vizima City from the stone bridge to the north.

Belengar looked at the backs of everyone and fell into contemplation.

End of volume.