The Divine Hunter

In the morning, the sky was overcast and gray, and the air was extremely humid.

The witchers were moving slowly because they had to take care of the wounded, but they still entered the territory of the Baron de la Valledi before noon.

Roy has not been idle for the past three days. His rib injury has not healed, and he is unable to exercise vigorously. He concentrates on his crossbow shooting skills, and from the bottom of the space, he finds the archery experience that Reagan Dahlberg donated in Carbon Mountain. Summarize.

Within a year, the uninterrupted training was finally sublimated, and the Furious Specialization quietly broke through, becoming the second skill to reach level 2 after alchemy, and it was purely due to hard training.

Crossbow Specialization lv2: After thousands of shots, you have further mastered the use of long-range weapons, hand crossbow and crossbow. When using similar weapons, the shooting accuracy, effective range and penetration will all gain 5% 5→10 bonus.

You can actively activate this ability, the bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and your own movement speed is halved, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds. )

Lying on the back of the brown horse, the young witcher stared at the undulating horizon in the distance, a look of satisfaction on his face.

The hand crossbow is a crucial part of his combat system, affecting the power of the flickering and guiding arrows. The increase in crossbow specialization will also benefit his overall strength.

There is still a slight difference between this cumulative improvement and the direct use of skill points - every small step is covered in sweat, and there is a sense of achievement!

"The next skill to upgrade, um, should be the Long Sword Specialization!"

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The Barony of La Valledi is the fief of the La Valledi family in Temeria. It is located in the north of the kingdom, on the south bank of the Pontar River, next to the White Bridge across the river. It was Redania, and it was much quicker and easier than crossing the river in some tattered and rickety barges.

The La Valetti family has run the baronies for generations, controlling the trade routes and river crossings in the entire surrounding area. Through the continuous expansion of the family, this territory has become the largest and most fortified fortress in northern Temeria.

"A few of you, have you ever been to the city of La Valledi?" Phrius was walking on a country road full of potholes, looking into the distance, looking over the quiet villages and the vibrant farmland.

There are peas, lettuce, bitter gourd, onion, tomato and other crops growing in the field, and the growth is gratifying. Unlike the barren land of Velen, the peasants of La Valledi could harvest enough to make a living without the acorn oil bestowed by the lady of the woods.

The bald man shook his head, "What's so special about that place?"

"I thought Vizima was the most impressive land in Temeria...until I entered Lavarredi Castle, a huge town fortress, no less than the capital of any northern country in terms of size, "Frius said, shaking his head, "Forget it, it's boring to say it, it's better to wait for you to witness it with your own eyes."

The witcher quickened his pace, and soon after, a torrential rain fell.

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Suburban villages, chicken coop taverns.

With the sound of sour wooden boards rubbing against their teeth, five witchers with slightly wet clothes poured into the tavern one after another and sat side by side in front of the bar.

On the far left is the tallest Lesso,

Sitting to the right is Oaks, Serret, Phryus, Roy, and on the far right is the petite boy Karl.

Seen from the back, they are just arranged from left to right, from high to low, the six heads are like a row of rolling mountains, with a different kind of beauty.

"Boss, five Vegima stouts!" Leto knocked on the table and looked around. The tavern matched its name perfectly, cramped, dim, damp, and messy.

It's like a chicken coop magnified a thousand times.

At the moment, there are about ten customers drinking and dining in the corner, some of them are local villagers in sackcloth and linen, and there are also businessmen and travelers from other places.

Carrying two swords, the witcher with a very special appearance and temperament attracts everyone's attention as soon as he enters the tavern.

The chatter stopped, and all kinds of strange eyes swept over, but quickly turned away.

However, the sensitive witcher still noticed that there was a person whose eyes were not very friendly, with a faint disgust.

"God, open your eyes, when did all these freaks start to act collectively? With a boy who was kidnapped from some poor peasant's house... Thin, must be tortured."

The witcher could hear the grunted muttering clearly, but his face didn't respond as usual. If they are slandered, they have to do it, they are tired and exhausted.

"What else do you want for your beer?" The middle-aged man, the bartender and owner, finished drinking, then glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner with his chin up. The hour hand pointed to twelve, which was lunch time.

"Six more grilled fish and smoked pork..." Reso said.

"Add a glass of apple juice..." Roy added, "I don't want to drink now, including beer..."

"You can't waste it if you don't drink it!" Oaks gently pushed the beer in front of Roy, and the glass slid from the bar to the right, and slid impartially in front of Carl.

The huge cylindrical beer mug was filled with dark liquid, and the surface was covered with a layer of snow-white wine foam, exuding a slightly sweet and mellow malt aroma. Carl could not help but narrow his eyes when he smelled it, and he was in a slightly drunk state.

And two pints of beer mugs are bigger than a boy's head.

"Little devil, it's the first time you have a serious meal, you still have to follow the rules of the witcher. After this glass of wine, we will be good brothers in the future."

This time, Serret wasn't berating his brother, just watched silently.

"Uh..." The boy swallowed and looked at his tutor as if asking for help.

Ferius took off his sunglasses, and his gray-green pupils showed a cold light at the hooded witcher, "Ox, who gave you the courage to bully my disciple..."

"Don't get me wrong," Oaks said solemnly, "I'm helping Carl... exercise this kid's tolerance ability in advance, and lay the foundation for future grass trials. You should understand that the taste of herbal decoction is much worse than beer! "

"And Karl is eight years old, right? What's wrong with a little man drinking a beer?" Oakes exaggeratedly patted his chest. "Is it four or five years old when I first drank?"

"Ox, you are bullshitting... You are obviously revenge. You lost the swordsmanship competition to me in revenge, and you didn't dare to trouble me, so you bullied my disciple." Ferius said firmly, "What's the matter? Come to me! Anyway, as I said, I'll let you beat a few times!"

"What you're waiting for is what you said," Oaks said defiantly, with a corner of his mouth. "Do you dare to compare your drinking with me in this venue?" As he spoke, he raised a huge beer mug towards the cat sent witcher.

"Ox, I originally wanted to give you some face... Since the swordsmanship has been defeated by me, then drink... I will let you understand what a complete defeat is today!"

The two pairs of vertical pupils are intertwined, and there is a faint smell of gunpowder in the air.

Roy covered his face and sighed, rubbed the boy's hair, and distributed him some apple juice.

"Never mind these two drunkards... we drink ours..."

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"Boss, your craftsmanship is quite good..." Roy chewed on the bacon, the light spicy taste and complex spice taste stimulated the taste buds, forming a unique and wonderful experience.

He narrowed his eyes, and in the slits between his eyes, the boss's fat figure was bathed in dim light, becoming blurred and weird.

But when his dark gold pupils shrank, everything returned to normal.

"Thank you for the compliment!" The middle-aged man rubbed his round belly and smiled, "It's not that Old Barton boasted, apart from that drink, my shop has the most repeat customers for its unique smoked pork, and some customers from far away even make special trips. Came here in a carriage and had a good time."

"Well... this rare delicacy does have a magic that makes me worry... I'm no exception."

Old Barton's face was full of orange peel with a smile, and he couldn't help being interested in chatting.

"Look at the outfits of a few of you. Are they mercenaries from other places?"

"Mercenary?" Roy shook his head, took out the Snake Pie pendant on his chest and showed it to the boss, "We are Snake Pie demon hunters...and a brother from Cat Pie."

"Oh, witcher, wandering around, living in no fixed place, superb skills, beheading monsters..." Old Barton read a few opera-like lines, and his attitude was even a little affectionate.

"You're not afraid at all?"

"The witcher is not scary, what is scary is the human heart." Old Barton's dark pupils were as deep as the sea, "I have opened a tavern for more than ten years, and I have seen many guests from south to north. I know the witcher very well. More disciplined than ordinary... As for the rumors about the chaos in the countryside, what witchers like to kidnap children, kill blood, and kill people... Most of them are nonsense. I have seen people who are ordinary in appearance and identity. But it is more evil than these rumors describe!"

Roy couldn't help but look at Old Barton deeply, like the owner of a small suburban place, who had such insight, and suddenly felt that Old Barton's round and fat rough face became a lot more pleasing to the eye.

"Speaking of which, for several witcher masters, the old La Varetti's site is indeed a good place. The city has a large population, mixed fish and dragons, and there are all kinds of difficult problems, which also means a lot of commissions..."

"We're not here to take orders." Roy heard an exaggerated shout and turned to look. I don't know when, Leto and Serret also joined the wine-making business.

The four witchers were in a frenzy, urging each other to drink.

Even Carl was not spared, he was taken a few sips of wine, his face flushed red, and he was blowing snot bubbles in a daze.

And the guests in the hall seemed to be affected by this frenetic atmosphere, making loud noises and drinking hot.

"We're going to stay in La Valledi's territory for a while, and then enter Redania through the White Bridge." Roy said truthfully, and took another bite of bacon, his face was intoxicated, and it seemed that even his ribs The injury isn't so painful anymore.

"It's very unfortunate, I'm afraid the White Bridge won't open in a short time." Old Barton poured a bucket of cold water on the witcher's head.

Roy's heart froze, "What's going on?"

"Witcher, you need to understand the specific situation yourself. I don't dare to chew my lord's tongue behind my back. If anyone reports it, I will be hanged!"

"Aha! My lady... dearest Louisa..." A villager suddenly stood up from his chair, raised his glass, and shook his head with a mouthful of wine, "I'm not good enough for you? Why are you carrying me? Betrayal with someone else?!"

"Dear Barron, I know you love me, but you're too old to satisfy my desire to be a wife..." His companion across from him stood up and said in a deliberately shrill voice, pinching his orchid fingers, Obviously imitating a woman, "And, and I want to try what it's like to be a queen!"

"Get out of here!" Old Barton suddenly threw a glass to the ground, awakening the two alcoholics, "Do you know what you are talking about? Are you courting death?"

The two drunkards froze for a while, then glanced at the guests in the hall in panic as if they had just woken up from a big dream, and hurriedly fled the tavern.

"Hey! You two bastards, you haven't paid yet! Well, forget it, I'll give you the bill!" Old Barton sighed and turned to the crowd, "I'm sorry for disturbing the drinking of the guests. These two guys drink wine. Very bad, I like to talk nonsense when I'm drunk, don't worry about it..."

Roy nodded indifferently, but he pondered the two familiar names in his mind, "Louissa la Valledi... Baron la Valledi..."

Aren't they the ladies and lords of the current barony.

An extremely dissonant feeling arose in the young witcher. What was wrong? !

"This kind of scandal has already become known to everyone?"