The Divine Hunter

The village of Hout is connected to the lower town of Beauclair and is on the outskirts closer to the suburbs.

Although it is called a village, the cleanliness of houses and roads is in no way inferior to that of big cities.

The four followed the scent left by the carnation and came to the west of Hout Village.

The gorgeous orange sunset glow quietly blooms, and the night begins to fall.

Under a secluded dry arch bridge, a scrawny, scrawny man in jet-black linen clothes full of holes was lying on his back on a straw mat, sleeping soundly.

He was not tall, about 1.65 meters, with two pointed ears under his long chicken coop-like hair, obviously having some elf blood.

Dust, dirt and grass cover most of his face and skin, like a natural hidden color.

But the scars and calluses under the dirt can be vaguely seen.

He didn't notice the movement around him at all, the four of them were less than two meters away from him, and he was still sleeping soundly with his chest undulating slightly.

Roy looked at him and his eyes became deep——

Geron Molluy

Age: 175

Sex: Male

Occupation: Griffin school witcher

Health: 150/260 (weak)

Mana: 200

Attributes:

Strength: 24

Agility: 23

Constitution: 24

Perception: 13

Will: 8

Charisma: 6

Spirit: 20

Skill:

Witcher Seal lv10, Alchemy lv8, Meditation lv8, Griffin School Longsword Swordsmanship lv7, Witcher Senses lv8, Griffin School Secret Law lv5: Master the Double Seal and the Kramp Mutation Seal,

forging lv9

Secondary mutation (passive curing)

...

The bald-headed man exchanged glances with everyone, squatted down suddenly, and shouted at him.

"Hey, Geron Molluy!"

The roar is like a dull thunder, echoing under the bridge, it is frightening, even a comatose person will be awakened!

But the "beggar" didn't respond, and the snoring remained steady.

"Did we make a mistake?" Rita Ned pinched her nose in disgust, her eyes turning between the three witchers and him. "Is this guy really a Griffin witcher?"

Saying that he is a beggar, he doesn't even have a tool to ask for money, and he seems to be worse than a homeless person.

Anyone who takes a commission will not end up in such a tragic end.

"Magic aura can't be faked." Letho's pupils flickered with dim light, "It's thicker than most witchers, but significantly weaker than spellcasters."

"His magical talent is somewhere between a normal man and a spellcaster."

Cohen squatted down beside the big man, lifted the "beggar" and hung it down to his chest, crawling with fleas, sticking into a clump of long hair that filled his nostrils with a foul smell.

His eyes suddenly narrowed.

A griffin school badge hangs quietly there, apparently wiped frequently, gleaming silver and small and delicate. It didn't match the dark skin on his chest and the bulging lute bones.

"Huh—" Cohen let out a long sigh of relief, and sat back on the ground with a smirk.

Finally, from now on, he is no longer the only remaining successor of the Griffin Sect!

And the bald man had an idea, and his palm like a fan suddenly grabbed the pendant!

"Crack!" A hand stopped halfway, blocking Leto's hand.

It has abrupt blue veins and is skinny, revealing thick knuckles and dense calluses.

Then, the witcher, who was lying on the ground pretending to be asleep, opened his eyes.

The iconic vertical pupil, indigo color, is like the vast sky, but it is lifeless, empty and without a trace of spirit, as long as you look at him, you can feel a deep depression and despair.

With a blank expression, he removed the big man's unruly right hand, clenched the chest pendant tightly, and closed his eyes again.

The four present couldn't help looking at each other.

"Good Geron Molluy... how about pretending to sleep here?"

...

"Man, we know who you are..." Roy leaned down and looked at him on an equal footing, staring at his indifferent face, "Son of Thomas Morey and Lydia..."

The tramp's eyelids twitched when Lydia's name sounded.

"Besides, you are still a witcher from the Griffin faction..." Roy said frankly, "Student of Grandmaster Ellen!"

"We deeply regret your tragic experience... As a member of the Witcher Brotherhood, we are willing to provide you with the help we can to get you out of your current predicament and at least improve your living environment."

With a wave of his hand, he took out a fragrant and tempting bread from the space bag and handed it to Jiron.

"Let's have something to eat, man, let's talk slowly, and if you have any trouble, let's talk about it."

"..." He turned a deaf ear, turned over on the straw mat, supported his side face and chin with one hand, and put his hand on his waist, facing away from everyone.

"You don't want to tell us, it doesn't matter, how about having a conversation with your fellow Griffin?" Roy gave Cohen a look, and the latter immediately took off the pendant from his neck and forcibly shoved it into the place where Geron was on his hips. In his hand, let him fold his fingers together and carefully feel the outline of the pendant.

"Lord Geron, I am Cohen, the Griffin Witcher."

"After Kyle Siren turned into ruins, it's been a long time...there are only me and Teacher Kelda left to depend on each other."

And Jayron's hands trembled.

"But another accident happened a few months ago... Teacher Kelda also left. I thought I was the only Griffin in the whole world..."

"But now, I have to say, it's nice to see you!"

Cohen suddenly hummed the gryphon's war song,

"When you fall to the ground and bleed"

'We don't care about money and fame'

"Because of brotherhood, and the principles to adhere to"

"More precious than life!"

...

"Kelda has been alive and only left not long ago?" Finally, a feeble and thin voice rang out, like a terminally ill person, but full of depression and shock, "How is it possible, I clearly saw his tombstone ?"

Cohen glanced at his companions around, and there was a hint of excitement in everyone's expressions. This guy who was incompetent finally responded,

"Your Excellency Jielon, before I answer you, can you answer some questions for us? What did you experience under Heshan Castle? How did you escape?"

"Who are you and why do you know about Heshan? How did you find me?" His voice was dry, hoarse, and rasping like a rasp.

"We accidentally discovered Thomas Moru's experimental base at the bottom of the Nine Valley Lake. According to the diary he left and various clues, we followed the clues to find it." Roy explained,

"The empty laboratory, the two gravestones in the Oremus cemetery, and the bouquet you brought to one of them. All pointed the way."

A sigh, a long silence.

Then, the man's voice rang out.

...

"How on earth did I escape from Heshan? Since several of you asked this question, you must know what happened to me in the past, so I won't repeat it." Geron Mollu faced the top wall of the bridge, his eyes were empty, and he whispered, "Thomas Mollu locked me at the bottom of Crane Mountain, and I was alone for many years. When I was hungry, I caught cockroaches, mice and geckos. When I was thirsty, I used the mutated Krampfa to make ice water..."

Roy suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the other party could persist under the ground for so long until rescue.

"But I don't dare to run around, I'm worried about disturbing the guardian golem, I can't beat him. Humans are far less patient than stubborn stones. Even if I become a pile of bones, it will always guard that damn portal. "

"I could only meditate day and night. During that time, I was so bored that I was going crazy."

Roy couldn't help but imagine that it was him, trapped in such a dark and narrow place, there seemed to be nothing else to do except for constant meditation and exercise.

And for decades, it is undoubtedly a huge challenge to the mind.

"I can only live on the good memories of the past - drinking and singing with my compatriots in Kyle Siren, traveling the world, beheading monsters, Teacher Elan's earnest expectations for me, and words of encouragement... I thought , my life will end in that small broken house without any waves."

Although the narrative of the past is so painful, Jielon's expression is like a pool of stagnant water, almost unchanged.

"I even plan to provoke the golem and find a home in the battle, like most of my compatriots."

"I struggled repeatedly in constant persistence and wavering. I don't know how long it took... Just when I was about to go crazy."

"One day, without warning, a portal suddenly opened in the wall around me. Can you understand that feeling? I swear, even if the door leads to the crater, the abyss of death, I will jump without hesitation. Get in!"

"I left everything and did that, so I escaped from Heshan..." Jielon paused, and the interval lasted for a long time, and everyone felt that he was brewing some kind of emotion. "Behind the portal is a luxurious villa in the lower town of Beauclair, and I saw the savior--"

"My mother, Lydia."

...

Everyone understood the line of words on Lydia's tombstone - child, wait a minute, hold on, mother will come to rescue you immediately.

This woman got her wish.

They also solved the long-standing problem, who saved Jielon.

...

"When I saw you, I learned later that I've been in prison for 33 years, I've gone from 34 to 77... And Lydia is 85, she's just an ordinary woman, she's too old Appearance, white hair, hunched over."

Roy raised his brows. Lydia, an ordinary woman who was dying, how could he activate the portal in the prison and let Geron escape?

"The moment Lydia rescued me and hugged me, her own life also entered the dying stage..." The beggar's tone with his back turned to the crowd finally had a touch of emotion, his voice was light but full of sadness, "I left at the age of six. I haven't come back to see her since I got home."

"I didn't know she still remembered me, so deeply. I will never forget the scene where her cloudy eyes welled up with tears, crying and calling my name... If I could go back in time, I would definitely go back to see her often." Jay Long suddenly took a deep breath, "I began to reflect on my past, whether I was too mean to the relatives who gave birth to me."

Among the four listeners, except for Roy, the expressions of the other three did not change much and were not deeply touched, including Rita Ned.

They have all left home since they were young, and they are very old. They have long forgotten what their mother looked like, or they do not want to remember.

...

"But she's still begging me to forgive Thomas Morey's atrocities. And she's claiming that the only reason he's doing it is so that she can see a son who is back to normal."

"It makes me go back to her knees and enjoy the warm family. The witcher's concept of family is weak."

"You believe Lydia?" Leto asked.

"What if you believe it? No matter what the reason Thomas imprisoned and tortured me for, he will never be able to erase the mistakes he made. The souls who died at his hands are so innocent."

"But I guess Thomas changed his mind on his deathbed and assisted Lydia?" Roy recalled the record on the tombstone that Thomas and Lydia died in the same year.

Geron Molluy was silent for a moment.

"You guessed it right, when he was dying, he couldn't bear my mother's all kinds of pleas, and finally said the second exit of the Heshan Prison where I was imprisoned - the mechanism that opened the escape portal."

"He couldn't imagine that more than 30 years later, I'm still alive."

Everyone looked at this unkempt cheek, and couldn't help but feel a little more admiration.

Not everyone can persist in that kind of place for more than 30 years.

...

"This is the end of Thomas's topic... Not long after I escaped from prison, Lydia and I talked to me for less than a quarter of an hour, and then fell asleep in my arms forever. Death took her away from me forever." Geron's tone With a trace of deep sadness, "I buried her in the cemetery with my own hands."

"Buried far away from that old guy, what he's done doesn't deserve to be by Lydia's side."

...

The four audience members turned their eyes.

At this point, the love-hate relationship of the Geron Moru family has finally been sorted out.

The root of everything is the helping hand in that forest.

But it's all down to the law of accident.

If Grandmaster Elan had not intervened to save Thomas Moru in the forest, what the family lost was not a son, but a father.

It's a no-brainer choice, no matter what the father, mother, son, any of the three.

Roy sighed, put his hands around his chest, and gave the guy a sympathetic look.

He was plotted by his father and witnessed the death of his mother with his own eyes.

That's why Jielon was degenerate and decadent and turned into such a beggar, pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.

He felt that the blow might not end there.

...

Geron Moru finally turned around, leaned his back against the wall, wriggled like a boneless fish and sat up straight, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, "After burying my mother, I was imprisoned for thirty-three years, according to The strongest desire to return to the curved shores of Povis."

"I enter the Wyvern Mountains with great anticipation, tread the snow-paved paths, and step into my true home, Kael Siren...to share my grief with my brothers," he squeezed out of his filthy cheeks. With a bleak and slightly neurotic smile, "But my home, I don't know when it turned into a snow field."

"The entire academy was submerged in heavy snow, and my brother turned into a pile of tombstones in the back mountain."

"I searched and searched... I haven't found any survivors, and Grandmaster Elan is missing."

"So, compatriot of the Griffin faction, Your Excellency Cohen, I solved the problem for you. It's your turn to solve the puzzle for me. What happened to Kyle Siren?"