The Divine Hunter

The sun shone down, and a row of short, green alder trees swayed gently on the hillside.

A bald-headed man in sleeveless leather armor with two sturdy arms is half-squatting on the ground, a plant with long oval blue-purple leaves and a lip-shaped corolla lies in his palm-like thick palms, and the eyes of the test swept over. Three attentive alchemist apprentices.

"Verbena, a perennial upright herb, mostly grows in the fields..." The blond-haired little girl's bright eyes shone with the brilliance of knowledge, "Crush it and apply it on the skin to relieve itching and insect repellent, and make it into a potion that has good detoxification properties. Effect."

"Very well, Vicky, it looks like you're not slacking off!"

"Big sister, we can't let us answer it once!" The little girl with a few freckles on the bridge of her nose stomped her feet, her two horn braids jumped behind her head, and shook her friend's little hand coquettishly, "Isn't it enough to answer five times in a row? ? Gotta give Conrad and me a chance!"

The fair-skinned boy whose name was mentioned hung his head in shame.

"Sorry... that's fine, I'll leave the next one for you!" Vicky smiled.

"No need to apologize!" The bald-headed man gave Renee a stern look, "You should learn more from Vicky, and work a little harder, naturally, you won't ask three questions!"

"Mr. Leto, I'm too stupid to have the brain and memory of Sister Vicky's genius."

"Stupid still doesn't know how to work hard? Let's learn farming from Oaks."

"Woooo..."

"Next question." The big man took out a yellowish-brown bulbous rhizome from the close-fitting package. Three pairs of eyes stared at them, and the three apprentices had doubts on their cheeks.

This time, even Vicky couldn't answer immediately, her light eyebrows twisted into caterpillars, racking her brains and falling into contemplation.

"This is... this is..." Her little hands were clasped in front of her, and she glanced at the big man's amber eyes full of anticipation, then at the herbal medicine, and sharply gritted her silver teeth, "This is the cypress stem fruit. !"

The big man heard the words, his face flashed with regret, shook his head, and just wanted to speak.

A crisp and pleasant voice came from a distance, "This is a crow's eye..."

Lesuo's expression tightened, he stood up suddenly, his eyes swept back, and the three children hid behind his iron tower-like body, looking timidly.

Two figures came into view.

One is Mr. Roy, who is wearing a flying lion monster armor and carrying two swords. The other is a stranger, wearing green clothes made of bark, with gray hair falling on his shoulders and a mistletoe garland around his forehead. , slender and fit, not inferior to men.

She carried an oak walking stick like a warrior, the head of which swayed behind her shoulders with her long, lightly moving legs.

The most amazing thing is that the strong breath of nature overflows her body, making the insects close. A moth hovered between her long gray hair.

"The crow's eye mostly grows in moist and damp places, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and refining trauma medicine similar to the calendula medicine." She said, and came to several people.

Her face is a little long and narrow, her skin is delicate, and her face is covered with green patterns like a tree essence.

"Good morning, I'm Evelyn of Skellige, coming to Novigrad by appointment to serve the Witcher Brotherhood."

She stretched out her hand towards the bald man, with a manly and decisive temperament.

The latter squeezed lightly.

"Welcome to Gawain's House, I'm Leto, these three alchemy apprentices of mine, Vicky, Renee, and Conrad."

The children smiled at her curiously and kindly. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and her blue-purple eyes were peaceful and kind.

Leto glanced at Roy, who nodded at him. "Please come with me, everyone must be very, very happy to meet you!"

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Soon after, the witchers who were teaching in the classroom restrained their students and came to the conference room to welcome new friends.

A brief self-introduction.

A pair of beast-like vertical pupils looked back and forth at the woman on the side of the round table, and saw the other side frown slightly.

Evelyn

Age: 42

Gender: Female

Occupation: Druid

Health: 150

Mana: 160

Attributes:

Strength: 14

Agility: 13

Constitution: 15

Perception: 13

Will: 8

Charisma: 16

Spirit: 16

Skill:

Wild Incarnation LV4: After Druids have long-term observations of certain wild animals and a thorough understanding of their physiological habits,

become one of them.

Breath of All Things LV4: Druids communicate with animals and plants on a psychic level with their extraordinary senses - to appease restless beasts and plants, promote their healthy growth, or guide them to attack.

Rejuvenation LV3: Consume a small amount of mana to heal minor injuries.

Sky Controller lv1: Druids can communicate with nature, use the power of nature to control the weather, make clouds and rain, stop storms, cause hail, and let lightning split people into ashes.

Stick Weapon Specialization lv8.

other?

"I didn't expect it..." Oakes tucked his hair neatly behind his head, as if he couldn't wait to strike up a conversation, so he almost put on hair wax, "I thought there would be an old pedant with a beard, a hook nose, and a mouth full of dogma, I didn't expect to be such an outstanding beauty like you."

"Now that woman, Rita Ned, has no arrogance anymore, you are no worse than her!"

Roy looked displeased.

"Dude, don't stare at me like that, the big deal is that I won't speak ill of your woman behind your back!" Oakes swore and turned around and muttered, "It's no help."

"It doesn't matter whether the skin is beautiful or ugly..." Evelyn said indifferently, "The soul that advocates nature and loves life is the most precious."

The witchers looked at each other, and they all felt that this lady might not be so easy to get along with.

"Ms. Tifflin belongs to the Skelly Druid ring?" Vesemir asked. He has seen many Druids in his life. These sons of nature have traveled all over the North, and most of them are not young, and women are among them. rather rare.

"As you said, I learned from Master Yiji on the archipelago to learn the way of nature..."

The corners of Roy's mouth twitched, and suddenly he couldn't help laughing.

He was very impressed with Yiji. This old man would shut up his practice in the future, and the "old him" had to waste a lot of strength to make the other side startled!

The woman continued to say in a flat voice, "If it wasn't for your request, I think I would stay in the archipelago to practice for ten years, and then start to travel the world and get in touch with the ways of nature in different environments."

"By the way," she bowed to Roy and saluted, "Thank you very much for returning Ms. Kungulan's soul."

"No need to mind, this is just an equal and mutually beneficial transaction." Roy looked calm, "Just don't blame me for my excessive demands."

"As long as Ms. Kungulan can recover." Evelyn's heroic face showed a trace of reverence, and said in a fearless tone, "I am willing to sacrifice twenty years."

"Uh..." Everyone present exchanged glances covertly.

"You look very young..." Lambert changed the subject with a smile on his face. "Not yet thirty?"

"Sorry, it's been more than 30 years since I passed the Druid assessment, and I'm forty-two this year." She said, a strong palm lifted the back of the cane and leaned against the table, the head of the cane was rubbed like a Crystal clear amber.

Druid's cane is by no means an ornament, or just an auxiliary prop for casting spells. Once it is swung, its sharpness is no less than that of a witcher's sword.

It is easy to smash skulls and kill people with one stick.

To a certain extent, the Druid is a powerful person with dual cultivation of combat skills, which is evident from her melee attributes that exceed most spellcasters.

Another unfathomable mage, who also worked ascetic in the Druid Ring, possessed the skill of completely cruel swordsmanship master Bailang.

Her blue-purple eyes looked around the eleven witchers, "Although I am stupid, this is the first time I have experienced the environment outside the ring. But please rest assured, I am a bit talented in botany. A rare botanical garden is no problem."

The crowd nodded.

"But according to the agreement signed by Master Mossack and you, I have a few requirements that I must mention, I hope you can understand."

"But it doesn't matter," said Roy.

"First, every Monday to Saturday, I work for you, from nine in the morning to five in the afternoon. I hope the Witcher Brotherhood will not interfere."

"No problem, it's about the dormitory..." Roy glanced at everyone and nodded.

"It's okay to arrange it or not... In fact, for me, woods, moss, grass, rocks, are the best beds."

"Then I'll reserve a room for you, as long as you like it." Roy rubbed his temples.

"Second, during my work period, no one can harass me for inexplicable reasons... This will greatly affect my work efficiency." The blue eyes swept over the smiling Lambert and Oaks, as if to see through their heart.

The two were caught off guard and grinned.

"Did you hear that, man," Aiden winked at Lambert, "it's you, sew your mouth shut and take care of your little heart."

"Cough, Ms. Evelyn must have misunderstood." Oakes and Lambert exchanged a wry smile and patted their chests, "We have no ill intentions, we just want you to feel the warmth and warmth of home."

"The enthusiasm of the two may burn down the oak trees. The way of nature emphasizes moderation and balance. I prefer cleanliness."

They nodded shyly and said nothing.

"If I want to discuss alchemy or herbalism with you?" Kayan asked in a hoarse voice.

The scarlet pupils were frighteningly bright.

The woman straightened the flower crown between her foreheads, turned her eyes on his face, and smiled gently,

"Everything about nature, I am always with me."

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"Thirdly, Master Mossak has informed you of a series of rules and regulations for Druids. I can't do anything against the dogma, and you can't force me, otherwise the agreement will be terminated early."

"The Witcher Brotherhood will do what it says, don't worry about that."

"Then in the next five years, please give me your advice." Tifflin finally smiled, and his heroic cheeks immediately turned solemn, "Now let's get to the topic, what do you think about the rare botanical garden, and the approximate area Area, plant species…”

"We originally planned to show you Gawain's house first."

"There will be more opportunities in the future."

"Then go around the scene," Leto said, "Please come this way with me."

Twelve people left the conference room one after another, and most returned to work.

Leto, Roy, and the three alchemy apprentices took the Druid directly into the alder forest, less than 100 meters deep, and came to a two-acre field surrounded by a wooden fence.

Most of the land has been cleared of weeds, and the fluffy soil is waiting for the seeds to emerge.

Only a few corners are planted with more than 20 kinds of common herbs - flea, long-leaf plantain, celandine, calendula...

Evelyn circled around the two acres, her gray eyebrows tightened and her thin lips pursed.

"I thought you would at least prepare a decent house, or a cave, but I didn't expect such an open space?"

"Many medicinal herbs grow in different environments, some prefer yin, some prefer yang, and it may be counterproductive for us laymen to take action," Lesuo explained, shaking his head. Five years."

"Your words are not without reason." Evelyn suddenly stretched out her forearm, her slender fingers moved in the air, feeling the humidity around her, then squatted down and rolled up a few lumps of soil, crushed them, and pondered for a moment, "This is The soil quality of the plot is barely enough, and it takes half a month to make a little modification, and it can cultivate about fifty kinds of herbs..."

"But first, a qualified greenhouse must be built... There should be crystals that filter sunlight on the ceiling, and the walls should be about half a meter thick... But you don't need to be responsible for the ceiling. I will use magic to make a plant cover for it."

The two witchers and the three apprentices nodded their heads and remembered with their hearts, and their eyes gradually lit up.

"Secondly, dig a reservoir to grow aquatic plants."

Evelyn proposed more than a dozen renovation measures in one go, and most of the locations were planned by her according to the different growth environments of the herbs.

The whole pattern of the botanical garden is gradually clear.

"Since you mainly grow rare plants, you must have prepared the seeds in advance? I can't let them take root and sprout out of thin air."

Letho took out small snakeskin bags from his close potion pocket.

"We have collected the seeds of more than 20 rare plants, you can see if there are any problems."

They are all plants carefully selected by the witcher to make potions.

The woman took the bag in her hand and weighed it, untied it one by one, and poured out a pile of seeds of different colors and the size of a sesame seed. Her blue-purple eyes flickered, and she moved her nose.

"Blood moss, buckthorn, allspice, mandrake...the quality is just barely."

"It's not bad for the current environment."

"I'll add a little more to you..." She turned the handle of her cane away, poured out a pile of yellow seeds, and smiled at the three curious children, "A few from the archipelago Rare plants suitable for transplantation will be given to you as a welcome gift."

"Grateful."

"I have one last question." Evelyn put her cane behind her back, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and asked solemnly, "What is the purpose of cultivating so many rare plants? I hope you can answer honestly. "

"I don't hide it from you..." The bald man tapped the thick boots under his feet. "There is only one reason for witchers to need herbs, and they are used to refine medicines that heal wounds and assist in combat."

"Ma'am, I hope you understand," Roy said sternly, "We are not naturalists or druids, and we are not obliged to protect rare plants."

The woman's face stiffened.

Roy changed his words, "But on the premise of not affecting the needs of the Brotherhood, we are happy to work with you to do some limited plant protectionism."

Evelyn's eyes lit up and she stretched out her hand, "Then I swear to Mother Nature that I will do my best to assist the Brotherhood in establishing a rare botanical garden!"

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