The Divine Hunter

At noon, the sun rose to the center of the sky.

The most prosperous commercial street in Nuocheng, the song and dance hall, which has been renovated for more than a month, was officially announced for business.

The weather is rarely warm, and the mood of the people wandering under the shiny golden signboard of "Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall" also becomes happy.

A pair of eyes looked novelly at the entrance of the dance hall where elegance and vulgarity were combined.

Several half-person-height blue vases were lined up in a figure-eight shape beside the door, and fresh dewdrops hung from the delicate flowers in the vases.

The breeze stirred the fresh and moving fragrance, and the colorful petals scattered all over the floor.

However, in front of the vase, there was a huge blackboard quite comically.

A few words of Dou Da are written directly on it.

"On the first day of opening, 20% off consumption!"

Nuocheng people are the most astute.

Even if you can't write your own name, you can still recognize the discount information.

So one after another, eager guests, with all kinds of thoughts, stepped on the soft saffron red carpet and poured into a simple and elegant place.

Gorgeous crystal lamps on the ceiling cast a gentle yellow light.

The decoration in the hall resembles a combination of a small theater and a tavern.

Wreaths of mistletoe, spruce or pine branches hang on the walls painted amber for the approaching winter solstice. The red embroidered curtain obscured it, and the curtain lowered solemnly and quietly.

The surrounding exquisite carved railings divide the hall into two floors, the upper and lower floors, which are connected by low stairs at the left and right entrances, enhancing the sense of hierarchy of the dance hall.

Guests can enjoy the performance more relaxedly from the VIP seats on the upper floor with a quiet environment and wide field of vision, and have a panoramic view of the main stage in front of the hall.

You can also choose the lower floor of the hall, and sit with relatives and friends at the nanmu table that is neatly spread out on both sides, let the candles sway, taste fresh and delicious fruits, crisp and juicy barbecue, and drink a few cups of wine produced in the suburban manor of Nuocheng. Fine white wine.

…

At this moment, the time is exactly noon.

Hungry and curious-eyed guests poured into the hall and took their seats.

With a population of tens of thousands of people in Nuocheng, the demand for various entertainment projects is increasing day by day, and people like to try new things.

Combining a variety of factors, all of the thirty or so seats in the singing and dancing hall were filled up before you knew it.

In the auditorium, there are not only working people dressed in plain clothes, lean body and dry complexion, but also small nobles and businessmen wearing fashionable accessories such as hats and rings, and colorful clothes.

There are also quite a few bards, dressed in fancy clothes, holding instruments such as recorders and accordions, and cheering for their companions.

This scene is perfectly in line with the vision of the great poets Dandelion and Priscilla. This dance hall combines the style of the theater and the tavern, and what it wants is the taste of the refined and the popular.

No matter how high or low you are, you can have fun here.

…

The witchers were seated in the lower left-most auditorium, with the main stage within easy reach across the expansive red-carpeted dance floor.

At the strong request of the great poet, they have changed into more appropriate dresses, a combination of complicated underwear, shirts, trousers and tunic tops.

The man's chest was tight, and under the tight clothes, the witcher's broad shoulders and back, and the developed muscles were ready to show.

It's like a farmer wearing a royal dress and an illiterate person reciting poetry on stage, which doesn't match at all.

"Bah…"

Serret took a sip of the slightly sour wine, frowned, and tugged at the collar inlaid with fox fur in disgust, intending to make it bigger.

"Boy, is this what you call a surprise performance? Let's wear ill-fitting clothes and endure the torture here. I can guarantee that I can't even kill a wild boar right now!"

"That's right, Roy, you have to compensate us psychologically! Gollum..." Oaks greedily drank half the bottle of wine and wiped the dark red wine from the corner of his mouth, "I think the profit from the drugstore last month was used to compensate. Not bad? What do you think?"

"It makes sense, kid, if the performance of the two poets is not good enough to satisfy us later," the bald-headed man propped his elbows on the table, the backs of his two folded hands resting on his chin, his amber pupils turned, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Yang, with a hint of joking, "You will have to accept the punishment, you will be punished to go up and dance!"

"puff!"

Carl took a sip of wine and covered his stomach. The muscles on his delicate little face kept twitching, and he turned his head flushed with suffocation.

The owl, who was sitting comfortably in the chair beside him, immediately filled him with another full glass of wine.

"No waste!"

The boy looked at the teacher's serious gray-green eyes, couldn't smile anymore, and raised his glass with a bitter face.

And Kaiyan, still the same, with a cloak, hood, and sunglasses mask, his distinctive dress attracted a lot of curious eyes.

But he did nothing, and drank to himself.

Occasionally pat Carl's head.

The scarlet pupils were lost.

"Guys, the stage has its own performers, but it's not my turn to dance! And I can't get to Keville in a hurry, wait, the show will start soon." Roy stuffed a purple berry into the hood behind his head.

Raising the goblet, he had a cup with the smiling Ms. Zerekan, and the slightly restrained old Moore couple with their arms around Mino.

...

On a beautifully decorated wooden platform.

Blonde beauty holding a half-pear-shaped pale yellow lute, wearing typical minstrel attire, blue shirt red-sleeved tights, two orange and sky blue leggings, with gold pointed scalp boots.

She sat relaxed on the high stool, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and she had a confident and indifferent smile on her face.

And beside her, in the center of the stage.

With a purple iris hat and a velvet shirt, the handsome and elegant poet cleared his throat abruptly.

"Good afternoon, dear gentlemen and beautiful ladies!"

"I, Dandelion, the director of this dance hall, hereby formally declare—

Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall officially opened today, on a sunny afternoon! Thank you for your support! Everyone is willing to visit, our store is really flourishing! "

A gentle but powerful voice echoed in the hall.

Dandelion stroked his chest with his right hand and bowed to the crowd.

The originally noisy voices in the seating area suddenly fell.

Even the workers who do the least laborious work know that it is appropriate to keep quiet before a performance.

"I'm not well-known in the poetry world, and I believe everyone has read my poems more or less—"

"The Love Dilemma?"

In the audience, a woman exclaimed!

"That's right, it's my humble work."

There was a small-scale uproar between the tables and banquets. Obviously, many people recognized the great poet, and a few brightly dressed "literary and artistic young women" were even more shy and timid, and threw a wink.

"As the winter solstice is approaching, I wish you a happy holiday in advance. In addition, I would like to say something from the bottom of my heart..."

"I have been absurd for more than 30 years. I have been wandering outside, moving from one city to another. Over the years, I have written thousands of poems and met countless beauties. Why did I finally settle in Nuocheng?"

"Because this city is the most inclusive, no matter what country, no matter what race, you can find peace here."

"Of course, there are also dark and sad memories in the corners of Nuocheng ... but there is also no lack of goodwill, tolerance, and vitality and prosperity."

"So I chose this city to realize my dream, to open a dance hall - a gathering of different races to enjoy singing and laughing.

Different styles are integrated into one, and the common people or nobles can appreciate it. "

"Today, I finally realized that dream."

"Here, I would like to thank the witcher masters from the Viper School and the Cat School: Roy, Leto... Thanks for their generous and selfless sponsorship."

The Great Poet and Priscilla bowed deeply to the witcher's table.

"And, by my reputation for so many years, I assure you that the character of the master witcher is as broad and noble as this generosity. Not as the wild rumors of the country say."

"Those words are all malicious slander!"

"Let's gossip, I'm sure you've paid enough attention to me. Next, Ms. Priscilla, the famous bard, will dedicate a song to the distinguished guests, composed by the witcher master Roy... Telling a poignant and beautiful love story."

"The title of the song "Storm of the Wolf", please enjoy it!"

Dandelion moved the bar stool to center stage.

The blond beauty's slender, cocooned fingers plucked the strings lightly.

"Ding dong..."

After the vibrato like the sound of a clear spring.

The noise in the auditorium gradually subsided, and even the sound of eating and drinking disappeared.

Dozens of eyes, all looking at the center of the stage, under the gentle light, leaning against her body, the female poet with flowing blonde hair and a beautiful face.

"Ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding..."

"Ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding dong... ding... ding..."

…

The melodious music reverberates around the beam.

With his hands fiddling with the strings, Priscilla's red lips parted lightly:

Touch my scars with your fingers

despise starlight

Open the wound, try to heal the wound

Until it becomes the twist of fate

…

The music is in the ear.

Roy narrowed his eyes comfortably, and his heart was moved like a world away.

He never thought that one day, he would see Priscilla play this legendary song with his own eyes and listen to it, this moving music.

This scene has only appeared in dreams before.

But today, finally in the real world, experience it for yourself.

It's not in vain for him to come to this different world and walk for a while.

Beside Roy, the faces of the witchers didn't have the initial indifference on their faces.

The expression changed, and the mood gradually decreased.

Maybe witchers don't have any talent for poetry, but their lifespan is far longer than that of ordinary people, and they have more or less a dozen relationships.

Rich experience, so that they can easily understand the meaning of the song expression.

Unconsciously, I fell into some kind of resonating emotion.

Even with the completely disfigured Kaiyan, under the thick cloak, the slightly hunched figure also exudes a melancholy temperament.

…

In the morning, you escape from my dreams

Sweet as lilac, bitter as black currant

I want to dream of your black hair

Your purple eyes, tearful

…

The song entered the second stanza, and Anjin's pupils slowly turned.

In the hall, everyone seems to be in the body fixation technique, their eyes are not blinking, or they close their eyes and listen to them.

The more sentimental girl, who has already felt the unknown ending from the changing tune and melancholy lyrics, lowered her pretty face and her eyes were red.

Old Moore and Susie held calloused and rough hands together and stared at each other.

There was a gleam of happiness in the old and cloudy eyes.

Mino held her fingers in her swaddling clothes, her big black eyes locked on Priscilla on the dance.

As young as him, he also kept quiet in this poignant and moving tune.

Roy's eyes crossed the crowd of different expressions,

Including Ms. Dreamer, and Todd on the other end.

Sweep to the glass window next to the entrance of the dance hall.

A handsome man with short purple hair was standing in front of the window, with a sparkling pendant between his neck, and stared at everything in the hall.

It is the shapeshifter Lord who replaces the collector.

Although the witcher invited him, he didn't seem to want to enter the hall.

After all, his identity is no trivial matter. If he wants to appear in some public places like an ordinary person, it is easy to disturb others.

Roy could only nod to him from a distance.

…

Are you my destiny

Or just love God unintentionally

when i say my wish

Did you fall in love with me against your will

…

A series of mournful and mournful questions resounded in the hearts of all the audience.

Roy suddenly raised his eyebrows.

I don't know when, under the table, a sneaky foot stretched out and naughty pressed his shoes.

As soon as he turned around, the girl Zerekan, who was leaning against his arm, winked at him and smiled, revealing her white teeth.

She seemed incapable of drinking, and a charming blush appeared on her wheat-colored pretty face.

What are you doing?

Roy asked in his heart.

The girl Zerican went a step further, putting her firm thighs on his legs.

The young witcher took a deep breath and turned his head.

The blonde beauty came to an end, and after playing the last few bleak notes, she bowed to the audience.

In an instant, everyone in the field was free from the sadness, and invariably heaved a sigh of relief, or sighed...

"Clap clap clap..."

Warm applause rang out.

It lasted a full minute.

Dandelion looked at each other with Priscilla, who had exited the stage.

Eyes with excitement.

Hearts are excited.

If future performances maintain this level.

There is no doubt that the dance hall will definitely last for a long time!

...

Entering the gap between the performances, the hall resumed its liveliness, and the guests were staggered and devoured.

"Little devil, Ms. Priscilla's performance is wonderful!" The bald man took a sip of his drink, "I won't punish you for dancing this time."

"When did you learn to write poetry?" Oaks stretched his neck, put an old bacon-like cheek on the shoulder of the junior across a chair, and said enviously and enviously, "How could I not know that you have talent in this area? Minute?!"

Several veteran witchers turned their attention.

"Uh, I didn't create this poem, but I saw it from the revelation." Roy explained hesitantly.

Gently push Cantila's thighs away from under the table.

"Then you will have to revise a few more songs in the future... Let Dandelion arrange it well," the vulture stirred his cheeks, his hard teeth opened and closed, and easily chewed the roast meat in his mouth, "We won't lose money!"

…

The music played again.

But this time, it is no longer a sad, sad love story.

Instead, a dozen or so bards took to the stage at the same time. The crisp flute, melodious qin, and dense drums sang a joyous song that was like a spring breeze blowing on the face, the stream ding dong, and the rhythm.

When they were full of food and drink, some young people spontaneously stepped onto the dance floor.

He twisted his limbs cheerfully, with a smile on his face.

Spread the cheerful mood.

Emotions spread quickly.

One by one, guests jumped onto the dance floor side by side, dancing casually while sipping soft wine.

Dandelion and Priscilla dance an elegant ballroom dance.

The old Moores, holding the child, began to rotate slowly.

And, of course, the witcher, who moves his limbs wildly and violently.

It provoked a bunch of young big girls, and the little daughter-in-law screamed.

Roy is somehow pulled closer to the dance floor by Ms. Zerican.

With the cheerful music, he gradually relaxed his body.

Intertwined with the passionate girl, sometimes close, sometimes far away.

The atmosphere is getting warmer.

Everyone forgot their troubles and troubles, enjoying themselves and releasing themselves... Sweat soaked their clothes.

I don't know when...

The sorceress with red hair and red lips and a long black silk dress quietly entered the dance hall.

The pretty face was full of anger, as if it was too late.

But this mature temperament and beautiful demeanor aroused everyone's attention.

She burst onto the dance floor, grabbed the witcher by the collar, and pulled him away from Candila.

Whisper in ear.

"Little bastard, don't dance with me today, don't let me open the portal!"

Portal?

Yes.

Today, the Snake Sect will leave the City of Liberty and reach the Blue Mountains to go to the Wolf Sect with the help of Coral's magic.

The witcher, in a trance, held hands with Rita Ned and changed his dance.

Cantila wasn't angry either, and danced happily beside them.

And Roy turned his eyes, looking at the dance floor, under the lights, faces engraved in the depths of his soul.

He grinned into a determined smile.

He will protect it all, forever!

…

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