The Divine Hunter

A huge city wall more than 30 feet high surrounded the last line of defense in the southern part of Aedirn Kingdom, Edsberg City.

The east is guarded by Lelia and Livia, and the west is the natural protective belt of the Mahakan Mountains. The terrain that Edsberg is easy to defend and difficult to attack is a huge obstacle to the northern expedition of the Nilfgaardian army.

In front of this fortress, a man-made moat flows, and a heavily guarded bridge over the river connects the city.

On the bridge, people came and went, farmers going to the market, wagon trains full of goods, and travelers from afar, lined up for inspection, and in the vast field behind them, there were many people who provided supplies for Edsberg. dozens of small villages.

"Snake Witcher Letho?"

"right."

"Be honest with me after entering the city. The recent rebellion has been annoying enough, don't add any more chaos, understand?" The soldier with the halberd in one hand looked suspiciously around the big man, and the sharp-eyed man in front of him looked suspiciously. The chest of the armor is inlaid with a red and a yellow coat of arms directly superimposed at right angles.

It looks like a flaming arrow, the coat of arms of the kingdom of Aedirn.

After checking the pass in the big man's hand, the soldier turned his attention to the thin figure behind him, "Is this child with you?"

"right."

"Who is he from you?"

"His name is Roy, he's my employer, he's from the village of Lower Posada Caye, and he's visiting relatives in Edsberg."

"Well..." Maybe it was Roy's handsome face, his thin body didn't look too threatening, and the soldiers didn't ask too much to let him go.

Roy, a child from the countryside, entered the big city Edsberg in a different world for the first time. Now the revolutionary forces are in full swing, but it has not affected its original prosperity and hustle.

Behind the tall city gate is a bustling commercial street. The two of them are full of all kinds of shouts. There are all kinds of shops in front of them, and there are endless crowds passing by.

The shortest houses here are taller and more luxurious than the homes of the village chiefs of Kaye Village, generally with pointed arches, carved windows, and tall and large circular domes.

There are many complex and changeable arc patterns on the walls, which are exquisite like works of art.

Roy, who was already used to the quiet atmosphere in the wilderness, was instantly ecstatic. He felt like he came to Europe in the post-Renaissance period.

It is a pity that in the First Northern War, the city of Edsberg will be invaded by the Nilfgaardian army. How much can such a grand scene be preserved?

And Leto shook his head, thinking he was shocked by the prosperity of the big city.

The two walked through the street behind the city gate, and their vision widened in vain, and then their eyes lit up.

In the middle of the road paved with bluestone slabs, a small fountain square appeared.

On the stone platform in the center of the fountain stands a seven-chi-tall statue—an old man dressed in shabby cloth, with wise eyes and a bushy beard.

Surrounded by people talking loudly, most of them seemed to be discussing academic issues with books, and they were dressed much more gorgeously than ordinary citizens.

Nearby, contingents of heavily armed soldiers patrolled by.

"Who is this statue?"

"This is the Prophet Rabbiuda, who represents the vast wisdom. He has a large number of believers in Edsberg." Leto added in a non-emotional tone, "Most of the people gathered here are businessmen and The heirs of the petty nobles. The real commoners are still struggling to make a living."

Roy quickly flipped through the memories in his mind. He knew about the prophet Lebioda before. At first, he was just a wandering orator, spreading his philosophical thoughts and wisdom everywhere. With his extraordinary personal charm and eloquence, he attracted many There are countless believers who admire his words and ideas. His reputation is very loud in the northern kingdom, not only humans, but even dwarves look up to him.

He was gradually honored as a saint, a prophet, a prophet, and now, many years after his death, he is worshipped as a god in the temple of the prophets.

When it comes to religion, Roy has to think of a notorious church in later generations, "Isn't the most famous religion in the north now the Church of Eternal Fire?"

Letho explained patiently, "The Eternal Fire is mainly popular in the capital of Temeria, Vizima, and the free city of Novigrad. In recent years, the teachings of the Eternal Fire have become more and more discriminatory against non-human races and have become more extreme. Although there are many supporters, they are also despised by many humans, as well as non-human races such as dwarves and elves."

But Roy knew that after the iron-hearted Radovid was crowned, the whole of Redania would be shrouded in the light of eternal fire. At that time, the eternal fire not only discriminated against non-human races such as dwarves and elves, but even witchers and warlocks. All were hunted.

But that's a few years later.

"Edsberg is adjacent to the Mahakam Mountains, and Mahakam is the hometown of the dwarves. The dwarves bring the ore and products from the mountains to the city to conduct large-scale transactions, forming a huge force." Leto said, "The dwarves' The powers will not allow the eternal fire to take root around their home."

"That's not bad," Roy muttered. "Where are we going next?"

"After rushing for a week, let's rest in the city for a few days to see the situation."

Edsberg City Center, Walls Tavern.

Leto quite boldly placed a row of wines of different colors - dwarf spirits, cherry wine, mandala wine...

More than a dozen cups were lined up on the wine table, but he slowly drank his own drink. Every time he took a sip, he squinted his eyes and took a breath, as if he was enjoying the supreme delicacy.

Only occasionally opened amber eyes and glanced at the noisy crowd in the tavern.

Coolies, vegetable farmers, small businessmen, and local gangsters are here to have fun, regardless of status.

And where is Roy?

When he came to the tavern, Roy suddenly found his desires just around the corner.

Gwent card addiction attack!

He took out the Skellige deck that Old Jack had given him, and gathered around a table of people who were shouting and playing cards.

He only dared to show his talents because he had the super bodyguard, the witcher, by his side.

"Hey! Dude, I lost this one, how about it for me."

"Go away, where are you kid!" A middle-aged man in a hood glared at Roy disdainfully, until Roy showed a neat set of Gwent cards.

Rare cards are like magnets that attract the attention of all players in the field.

The eyes of everyone looking at him instantly became extremely hot, like watching a lamb delivered to the door.

Roy sat on the chair, smiled lightly, and said bewitchingly, "Do you want my rare cards? If you want, you can give them all! Come and play cards, I'll put all the cards here and wait. You come to win!"

This time, he intends to win more money, consumption in big cities is not cheap.

"Having this deck of cards, combined with my vast experience... covert cheating."

Lesso on the other side, after drinking nearly twenty glasses, a liter of wine, had a faint red light on his face.

Even a witcher with super physical strength, under the ravages of various degrees of wine, his eyes became hazy.

But no one knew if he was really drunk, not even himself.

And the witcher with a long sword on his back and eyes like cats made most ordinary people stay away, and some looked disdainful, but did not dare to come forward to harass him.

Leto's size and appearance are too intimidating, with "Don't mess with" written all over his body.

Not everyone is the group of attackers outside the city, who dare to provoke the witchers with their lives.

Except for one.

A woman walked towards him scratching her head and making a gesture, took the bald man's arm quite familiarly, and said something in his ear with a sigh of relief.

"Little devil," Leto suddenly called out to the crowd, and under the stunned gaze of the boy turning his head, he grinned wide, showing his white teeth, "How about you stay downstairs for a while?"

What more can Roy say? Nodding helplessly, he watched the two who were leaning on each other go upstairs.

This woman's aesthetic is quite unique, and she is actually interested in bald muscular men. No, she probably smelled Krone on Leto.

"I don't know how to restrain myself in front of the apprentice." But after thinking about it, Roy can still understand that in this short week, he killed water ghosts and slaughtered more than a dozen people outside the city.

It is inevitable that there will be pressure, and you need a way to relax and vent.

Roy chose Quint, and Leto chose drinks and women.

That's all.