The Divine Hunter

The sky was bright, and a little white light shone on the tents in the clearing among the trees. The women were still sleeping soundly, holding their children tightly in their arms, with tears and oil on their faces.

The witcher jumped lightly from the large oak tree where he lived.

The little earth spirit and the little girl with long braids walked a distance behind him.

"Oxie, I've kept you waiting. Last night, Dorothy and I, and my furry friends, buried everyone in the village, otherwise the corpses may attract dangerous monsters, and the whole village will become Monster Den."

"Thanks to you, not only did the bad guys get rid of them, but Dorothy was rescued!" Downey grabbed one of her hands, swaying from side to side like a cheerful child, his eyes glowing with golden light, "How should we repay her? you?"

Behind Downey, the girl with long braids changed into a clean gray linen dress, her eyes were red and swollen like two almonds, and her round face was filled with deep gratitude and admiration.

She will never forget the scene where the witcher kills several thugs in person.

The hearty revenge came spontaneously.

Facing the benefactor of the people, he kept bowing at a loss.

Seeing that his benefactor didn't speak, Downey took out a handful of black nuts from his pants pocket and stuffed it into his palm.

The witcher didn't dislike the mud and grass clippings on the shell, and threw it directly into his mouth to chew, his eyes seemed a little dull.

Still silent.

"Friend Oaks doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Did something unexpected happen last night?" Earth Spirit carefully observed the witcher's eyes, and keenly noticed the abnormality, "Could it be that those robbers who escaped have been found?"

"I saw a group of women and children along the way just now. There were two men?"

Roy turned his eyes to the woods behind him.

Downey followed his line of sight and saw the newly dug grave bag and tombstone.

The look in his eyes dimmed, he lowered his head, frustrated and remorseful,

"It was Donny who asked you to provoke robbers, Donny got them involved!"

"The people who killed them have gone to hell... It's not your fault either." Roy shook his head and laughed at himself, "It's my negligence."

Flick wouldn't have to die if he had left Golphin or the Guvisher sword in the camp.

It will definitely be sent back in time.

If he repeatedly stressed the danger, Bavi would not rush to catch up.

But he didn't.

Thinking that he can be sure, he will kill all the robber gangs by himself, and no fish will slip through the net.

Think of the cavalry as a moving target and experience.

But he made mistakes because of arrogance and arrogance.

"It's me who didn't think well."

"We want to pay homage to them."

The little earth spirit and the girl came to the tombstone and kowtowed to the two of them reverently.

"Flick, Bavi friends, Donny is sorry for you, Donny swears that he will come to visit your graves every week in the future, and tell you fresh stories! My Mao friends will protect you, other guys dare not come. harassing your 'home'!"

Dorothy wiped her nose and whispered softly, praying for the souls of the two.

The three stood silently in front of the tombstone for a long time.

The sky is bright.

The women and children by the tent moved.

"Friend Oaks, we haven't thanked you yet."

Roy took a deep breath,

"Earth spirits usually know the affairs of the territory clearly. Have you ever seen a white-haired man with two swords on his back, and a little girl with emerald green eyes and mouse-gray silver hair?"

"A man with white hair?" The faint sadness on Downey's face turned into thought, scratching his head.

"I-I've seen it!" The girl with long braids suddenly raised her hand, "Nine days ago, I remember a tall man who came to the village to ask for directions. He had white hair, cat-like eyes, handsome looks, and he carried two arms on his back. Sword, with a black mare."

"He asked the same question as you!" said Dorothy. "He's looking for the little girl with green eyes, but no one's seen it."

The little girl suddenly lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she muttered,

"The robber didn't come at that time, and the village chief was still alive. He suggested that he go to the Mayena refugee camp. The girl might have gone there with a certain refugee team! Calculate the time, he has already arrived there."

really!

Roy nodded and breathed a sigh of relief.

Too bad Geralt couldn't find Ciri.

"Oxie, what's your plan next?" Downey asked, "Or continue to Fort Mayena?"

"You can't let a group of orphans and widows live in the wilderness, how about you?" Roy glanced at Dorothy, "This child's family and friends are gone, why don't you leave with us? There's no point in staying alone. Place to live. In case there are other bandits, dangerous monsters, wild animals."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want to leave!" The teenage girl raised her face and shook her head, "I'll stay here and live with Donny!"

Roy thought he had heard it wrong, and his surprised eyes swirled between the two.

A little human girl, living with a small earth spirit?

Roy had never heard of these two species falling in love, and they were reproductively isolated, more so than witchers.

"Donnie knows how to survive in the wild, Donnie makes sure that Dorothy is fed and clothed!" Little Diling said with a frown, "She wants to be bored, Donnie takes her fishing, swinging, riding Wild boars and big catfish! The whole territory is an amusement park!"

"Johnny will protect Dorothy this time and will never let the robber hurt her!"

"Yeah!" The girl smiled knowingly and held Little Di Ling's hand, "I know Donny will take care of me, just like before! I trust Donny!"

"Dorothy, have you thought about the future?" The witcher poured a bucket of cold water on her and asked curiously, "Can you adapt to life in the wild? When you're older, you still live outside. , do not find someone to marry and have children, and raise their own children?"

...

Roy's question made Downey bow his head sadly.

But the little girl didn't hesitate, she firmly held the hand of the little earth spirit, her voice was clear and powerful,

"It's clear that everyone is farming honestly and living their lives, and they have never provoked anyone. Those bad guys suddenly came in, they were not satisfied after robbing all the money, and they tortured everyone crazily. I saw it with my own eyes, my father and mother... woo woo , a lot of folks are living and dying!"

She raised her voice,

"The scum among human beings is far more cruel and terrifying than the beasts that eat people and the water ghosts that harm people by the river!"

"Go to a refugee camp, what if there is someone worse than a robber?"

"I'm scared just thinking about it, I'd rather spend the rest of my life with Downey!"

"He won't hurt anyone!"

Roy was silent.

suffered such a major accident.

No wonder Dorothy would have such extreme thoughts.

But this is her own choice, and she will not interfere.

"Okay, two, I wish you all peace, happiness and happiness." Roy patted the sleeping Golphin and Xiao Hei in the hood to wake up, and it was time to leave.

"Wait, my friend Oaks! I haven't paid you yet!" Little Earthling took out a bag of krona from the pocket of the rags, and Roy saw that it was two hundred kronor.

"The stinking puss didn't have time to take the scraped money, and Dorothy won't be able to use it later."

"Yeah!" The girl nodded.

"This money is given to you as a reward, and Oaks friends must accept it! You are a kind witcher, and you can use this money to help more good people."

Roy didn't expect the other party to recognize his identity long ago. Not being confused by the sunglasses at all, he clearly only brought a sword.

He did not refuse.

"By the way, with such a group of women, children and sundries, a mere mule friend is not enough!" Downey folded his left hand and blew a loud whistle.

A pair of long vertical ears emerged from the bauhinia bush not far away, and a slender face with a yellow-brown head drilled out—

A wild donkey with a body length of more than two meters ran to the small earth spirit with Huan.

He grabbed its ears and whispered a little.

The wild donkey screeched suddenly, lowered his head and walked in front of Roy, stood up obediently, and looked like he was obeying orders at any time.

"I've already explained it to my friend Mao," Downey said. "It will help you deliver the goods to Mayena. When it gets there, give it a slap on the ass and it will run back on its own."

"I hope you can treat it well in the next few days, don't let the bad guys catch her, or there won't be a hair left!"

Roy smiled happily and touched the big fluffy head of the wild donkey.

"Then, the two of you, let's stop here...I have the opportunity to visit you again!"

He was very curious, how far can humans and small earth spirits develop?

...

Roy returned to the camp, woke the woman and the child, and continued north.

The extra wild donkey was provided for the tired members to take a rest, and the team moved much faster than before.

If it was slow like a funeral procession before, now it is like a wedding procession with fast footsteps.

"You didn't have to take us away and protect us, but you did it anyway," Yunig said to the witcher. "I know you're a good man with a cold face and a warm heart."

"Tell that to dead Bavi and Frick. I'm not a good guy."

The blond widow was choked for a moment and reluctantly retreated.

...

"Master Oaks, I heard that refugee camps are usually dirty and smelly, and there are thieves and hairy men everywhere," said the fair-faced, round-chested woman walking up to him again, twisting her waist, slightly uneasy. "It's dangerous for a group of women to live there, can you take us into town, or me?"

"I think you'd better stop and learn to be content."

The woman hit a hard nail and left in a hurry.

...

Although Roy took over this responsibility, he was unwilling to communicate too much with women.

Even though the widows ran to him every now and then and dangled in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally showing their plump or slender bodies under light clothes, expressing gratitude and gratitude to him.

He was neither lukewarm nor hot, keeping him at a distance, like a pot of ice water that would never boil.

...

A group of people walked along the road for a week.

There were more and more pedestrians on the road, and from time to time, a carriage full of goods could be seen passing by, the wheels crunching and grinding the ground.

But that doesn't mean safe.

During this period, Roy sent off a group of evil spirits who attacked at night, three waves of peasants jumping out of the grass by the roadside, wearing this barrel helmet and holding a pitchfork to block the road and loot,

If this group of women went on the road alone, they would probably have been "divided into" seventy-eighty-eighty.

On the fourth day, a tall and wide city wall made of bluestone appeared in everyone's field of vision.

They knew they had reached their destination.

Roy took the saddlebag from the wild donkey, patted its butt, and watched it disappear into the lush bushes.

...

Located south of Maripo, Mayena is a heavily fortified fortress.

Dozens of Temeria soldiers were guarding the battlements and the gates of the towers, carrying bows and arrows and carrying Gabriel's guard. At the gate of the city, merchants and townspeople from south to north formed a long queue.

One by one, they were strictly checked and searched by the guards.

Roy's team only stayed for ten minutes, and saw several waves of ragged refugees trying to sneak into the city being pushed away.

Cursingly, he returned to the right side outside the city wall, where there was a lot of noise, noise and sewage.

That is, the women's final destination, the refugee camp.

Roy quietly retreated and retreated to the end of the team, not too far away, so as not to attract unnecessary attention.

The camp, which reeks of cabbage and feces, consists of carriages, campfires, wooden sheds and tents.

At least there are more than four hundred people living there, or even more. There was a commotion everywhere, a symphony composed by the chaotic voices of hundreds of people, and variations on the calls of cattle, sheep and chickens.

There is not much order here. People are shouting, crying, and cursing at will, and some clothes are torn with several big holes. The thin man with thick black eyes is waving his hands quickly and slowly in the open space in front of the tent, twisting his waist, as if It is showing some kind of performance art with deep meaning.

Of course, it's also possible that he's mentally ill.

Although the women were not very pretty, they were still quite conspicuous in a group of a dozen or so, including a mule. The unkempt, slovenly men hid by the tent and threw undisguised, Eyes filled with dark desire, whistled softly at them.

revealing some intent—

In some tents sat scrawny women.

Their eyes were blank and their expressions were muddled. After waiting for the man to walk in, they pulled down the tent and heard some kind of noise.

This is a way of venting stress in the camp.

Roy looked around for traces of Ciri and Geralt.

This messy refugee camp doesn't need any handover.

Whichever place you fancy, as long as there is no one, you can occupy it with your own tent.

The clean and tidy areas in the camp have long been occupied.

The women could only circle around the outside, and the scorching hot eyes around them made them panic, and they could not wait to run away.

But they can't help it, they have to adapt to this bad atmosphere.

After three laps, Roy had confirmed that Geralt and Ciri were not in the camp, and looked at the towering city wall, he was going into the city.

And the women had a windfall.

A group of acquaintances from nearby villages in Liuye Village took the initiative to find them.

There are men, women and children of all ages, and there are quite a few.

The two groups of acquaintances who had been away for a long time hugged each other and cried, narrating their grief.

Not surprisingly, they will take in the widows, and this tent will become the women's new home.

The witcher stood not far away, watching the scene.

I was relieved.

Finally got rid of this group of crying women and children, completed the unfinished business of the Frick brothers, and the good thing was done.

...

He was a little regretful, he thought the women would at least come over to say thank you, say a few words of gratitude, and say goodbye.

But the endless joy and tears overwhelmed them, and they fell silent, leaving everything else behind.

"Have you seen it, Golfing, Xiao Hei..." Roy rubbed the two little guys in his hood meaningfully, "Some people only know how to ask, but they don't even want to give a word."

"Remember, don't mind your own business in the future."

He turned and left.

However, it didn't get far.

An eager shout from behind stopped him.

With a swaddling wrap around her chest, blond hair, and a slender Yugni chased after him.

Panting and wiping the sweat off his forehead, he looked at him with bright eyes, "Thank you!"

She said solemnly, "Thank you for taking care of me and my family and friends along the way. Thank you for putting up with our poor performance!"

"I accept your gratitude." Roy nodded at her, his eyes softened slightly, and his previous dissatisfaction with the widow dissipated a lot.

"Ox, whether you admit it or not, you are a good man! You are more like a real man than those cowards, bullies, thugs, and thugs!" Her big brown eyes stared at the witcher, which flashed A touch of yearning, and then a slump, "But I have nothing, and I have nothing else to give you as a thank you."

She jumped up and gave him a heavy hug.

A faint smell of sweat and other odors drifted into the witcher's nose, and his expression remained unchanged.

"Goodbye, Oaks..." Yugenie hugged the child and slowly stepped back, waving at him, her eyes reddened and her voice choked, "I will pray for you all my life, when little Harry grows up, I will Let him remember a few saviours, Bavi, Frick, and Oaks..."

"This is for you." The witcher's eyes flickered, he stepped forward and grabbed her hand, stuffed a small bag of coins, and closed her palm, "Take it. I hope they can bring you Come to good luck, and work hard to live with the child..."

...

Yunig watched the back of the witcher leave, walked to a remote and uninhabited corner, and untied the bag.

Tears of joy and emotion welled up in my eyes.

Twenty crowns, no more or no less, was enough for the mother and son to gain a firm foothold in this strange territory.

...

"Huh... Mind your own business!" Roy laughed at himself after watching Yogni return to the camp safely.

But this is already the result of his restraint. Originally, I wanted to leave a message for the woman, but it was difficult to find him in the city. After all, this is the only person who knows how to be grateful.

But then I think about it, how many poor people in the world, how much can I save myself?

Time to do the right thing.

After the witcher made a few laps around the majestic city walls of Mayena covertly, he found a place with few guards and inaccessible people.

Pulled Gabriel.

The soldiers on the city wall only heard the vibration of the bowstring a few times, and looked around vigilantly, but couldn't see anything.

And the witcher, has already entered the city by flickering.

After a round of twists and turns, he got out of the dark and narrow alley, and walked onto the main street of Mayena in an upright manner.