The Divine Hunter

The first ray of white light was released from the sky.

Roy woke up from the simple bed made of hay, Anjin's pupils dilated slightly, staring blankly at the empty right hand, he could still feel the warmth of last night.

The rich rose fragrance seems to be still lingering at the fingertips.

But Yiren has left.

After rowing at sea for a night, Rita Nieder pushed him through the portal.

Send a farewell gift-

In the palm of his left hand lies a delicate glass tube the length of an index finger, which is filled with crimson liquid. The rich magic power is real, and the extremely splendid elemental glow penetrates through the glass, almost overflowing from the cork at the mouth of the bottle.

"Blood Essence"

From a powerful spellcaster, full of magic.

…

Rita Ned, herself one of the most powerful spellcasters in the Warlock Society.

Her blood essence can naturally stimulate the blood of the ancients, as an important ingredient in the tempering elixir, but Roy did not expect that even at the risk of being cursed and hurting her body, she would be willing to trust herself.

The witcher felt warm inside.

He held the gift in his arms and held it lightly, and received the loot package.

"You can't take advantage of her in vain, and prepare for more surprises in the future!"

...

"Hey, boy, did you go out and have fun again last night?"

As soon as Roy went downstairs to the door, he was stopped by three snake sects, in a posture of asking for guilt.

The bald man didn't look good, but the Oakes brothers were very interested.

"What fascination spell did that old woman Rita Ned put on you to make you so obsessed?"

Roy rolled his eyes, put his hands on his hips, full of confidence,

"Don't snap your hats! I'm the kind of person who is addicted to beauty? In fact, I talked with Coral all night about serious business, and I was half tired, and it was hard to convince her."

"In two days,

She will come to No City and talk to Owl about Carl's trial of grass...by the way...and check the injury for Kayan. "

The smiles on Brother Oaks' faces froze, and the bald man turned his head slightly embarrassed.

The three of them combined are dozens of times older than Roy, but the help they provided to the two cat pie was far less than the latter.

By having to be ashamed.

"So the sorceress is quite useful..." Oaks wiped his nose and patted his little brother's shoulder, "Roy, you will sacrifice a little in the future, feed her, and completely overwhelm... The development of the snake sect is growing, Indeed, a trustworthy warlock is needed!"

"The ready-made golden thighs have to be hugged. Boy, if you need to use magic in the future, it is up to you to contact Rita Ned, which can save a lot of money." Serrit analyzed seriously.

"You don't need to remind... Wait, what to feed and save money?!"

"Cough, kid, I see that your eyes are dark and your face is pale. Obviously, you have put in a lot of energy last night, and you should make up for it. We are going to refine two energy potions and prepare them for you, just in case. !"

Roy sighed as he looked at the three seniors who fled.

...

In the yard outside the house, a young cat apprentice was wielding a training sword by himself, and his thin body was jumping back and forth on a dozen wooden stakes.

Flexible like a monkey.

From his mouth, Roy learned that his teacher Vulture and Kayane went to the seaside outside Nuocheng to look for the wreckage of the "Flying Buck" and the blueprint of the cat pie.

In Roy's memory, there were only a few water ghosts in that place, and they were not very interested.

…

The two shops are still being renovated, Cantila is also there, and several companions are busy with their own affairs.

For a while, Roy was idle, so he brought Golphin Yellow Dog and went to the market stall to visit the old Moore and his wife who were selling vegetables. He pulled the dog's mouth into a flatbread, making Xiaomi amused. Nog giggled.

In fact, according to the witcher's existing financial resources, the old Moores can live a prosperous life without working.

However, the two couples have worked hard for most of their lives, and they are not used to it if they insist on taking time off and living a pampered life.

He didn't force it.

After chatting with his family for a while, the witcher was ready to relax, regain a long-forgotten hobby, and went to the tavern to experience Quint's addiction.

But as soon as he took out the Gwent card, he suddenly remembered something, which was sealed in the depths of his memory——

More than a year ago, on the day he left Kaye Village, One-Eyed Jack of the Old Captain's Tavern had asked him to bring greetings to an old friend, Frank at No. 320, No. 320, Canal, No. 1 (Volume 1, Chapter 14).

"If it wasn't for the generosity of Old Jack, I might not have been able to join the Snake faction."

Besides, the old man gave him a pair of expensive Gwent cards.

Just free.

"You must help with this!"

...

civilian area.

There is a large circle around the babbling canal.

Roy found a dilapidated two-story building at the southwest corner of the river, with a wooden sign standing beside the mottled door - No. 320 Raocheng River.

"Dong dong... Is there anyone?"

"Boom, boom! Is Frank in there?"

"crunch-"

The door opened, revealing a decadent man's face.

He looks about thirty or forty years old, with sharp facial features and slightly prominent cheekbones.

Because he hadn't taken care of his personal hygiene for a long time, his face was oily, his chin was covered with blue stubble that reached to his ears, and tufts of greasy brown hair were draped over his shoulders, giving off a faint smell of rancidity.

The man seemed to have not rested for a long time, and his eyes were bloodshot.

But his body is like a grizzly bear standing upright, at least 1.9 meters tall, his arms and neck are full of rock-like muscles, and his body is extremely strong. Thick calluses, a finger-long old scratch can be seen above the collarbone.

Todd

Age: 35

Sex: Male

Occupation: Mercenary

…

"Who are you, Your Excellency?" The man's gray eyes swept across the demon hunter—gray-black armor, sturdy physique, dark-gold vertical pupils, attire and aura, he didn't look like a good citizen.

The big man leaned forward, frowned tightly, and made a very oppressive posture. The gullies above his forehead seemed to be full of worries.

"Who are you? If I remember correctly, the owner of this house should be called Frank?" Roy looked at the big man without showing weakness, and his tone became cold.

The identity of a mercenary, coupled with this sturdy body.

Why does he think this guy is going to be bad for the target!

The man shook his head, looked over the witcher's shoulder, stared at the surface of the canal, and said in a low, slightly sad tone, "Whoever you are and what purpose you are looking for, it's too late, Frank is dead. For five years... now this house is the only one I live in."

Keen perception told the witcher that the strong man was not lying.

He sighed in disappointment,

"This visit is mainly to bring greetings to Frank, from his old friend One-Eyed Jack. I didn't expect... ah..."

"You mean the one-eyed old widower who once sailed in Sintra and later settled in Aden, and loved to collect Gwent cards?" The man's tone suddenly became subtle.

"It's Skelliger running cargo ships!"

"Well, I remembered it wrong. Come in and sit down, friend..." The man stretched out his hand to quote.

Roy followed him into the room, and then frowned, a stench of sweat and rancidity rushed into his nostrils frantically, making people think of socks that had not been washed for many days mixed with spoiled bread, making people want to vomit .

And the layout of the room.

Like most frustrated middle-aged men who live alone: ​​a dusty floor, a mess of uncleaned dishes, a broken sofa full of changes of clothes, and a pile of empty wine bottles.

The man sat down on the sofa. Tailielie stretched out his hand and pushed the sweaty clothes around him to the ground, revealing an empty space covered with unknown brown patches.

"Well, I'll just stand."

"As you like!" The man didn't mind, he raised his head and forced a smile, the dense wrinkles on his forehead still contained lingering sadness, "How is old Jack now, is his body still strong, can he run?"

"Of course, I can eat and drink, and I even took the time to kill a few wolves, but that was a year ago, and I haven't been back to Aden for a long time." Roy looked around, the old wooden stairs went up The second floor is divided into several small rooms.

"By the way, I'm Frank's son, Todd, a mercenary who just returned to Nuocheng not long ago."

The witcher shook his hand firmly, "I'm the Snake Witcher, Roy."

Tao De was startled when he heard the words, his gray pupils shrunk into a slit. A look of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

He stood up excitedly, his tone exuberant.

"I should have thought of it long ago, dark golden vertical pupils, this body type, the witcher master, so it is!"

This kind of reaction made Roy very interesting. Most people wouldn't give a good face after knowing their identities, but the other party was uncharacteristically happy unless—

"Master Roy, I think it must be fate's guidance to meet you today." Todd raised his head with hope on his greasy cheeks, "I have long heard that witchers have all kinds of incredible abilities, such as Can detect any clues, and are better at tracking and finding people than hounds?"

"Then?"

Roy put his hands around his chest and raised his chin. He felt that another business had come to him.

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