The Divine Hunter

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"

The sun sank into the horizon, the twilight began to close, and the buildings in the temple district were lit up with stars.

The three witchers filed in through the wooden door of the Flax Lane hut. Belengar lit the oil lamp on the table, and the dim light shone through the facilities in the house.

His residence, like most witchers, does not have any luxurious decorations, except for a few shabby furniture, the most striking is a greasy floor, and empty wine bottles all over the floor, on the floor There is also the thick dust left behind that has not been cleaned for a long time, and it is as messy as a dog kennel.

"Dude, I must introduce the Serret brothers to you when I have a chance. Your houses are decorated in similar styles. There must be many topics to talk about. For example, drinking all night?"

Roy joked.

"It's really hard for people like us to make a living in Vizima. Occasionally we need to relax, and wine is indispensable." Belengar untied "Toheine" behind him and hung it on the wall. After sighing, he collapsed on the floor. In the leather sofa with several holes broken, "You two can understand, there is pressure all the time. I'm afraid I would have gone crazy without alcohol conditioning."

Letho's rigid faces showed deep recognition. They suffered to become witchers, lived a life of licking blood, and were spurned and excluded everywhere. The psychological depression can be imagined.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Berengar turned his back on his witcher identity.

"Dude, I remember you mentioning that we mistakenly thought we were chasing you?"

"This is my guess, I can't be sure..." Belengar squinted and laughed at himself, "Not long ago, I took a job from a madman in Vizima... But I later regretted it. , but spent all the deposit."

"That guy won't simply let me go."

"You think we were sent by him to collect debts?"

"Well, but it doesn't look that bad so far."

"Okay, Vizima's madman?" For a while, Roy couldn't remember that Vizima had such a "well-known person", "Who is your creditor?"

"Don't mention that madman!" Belengar pulled out a bottle of beer from behind the sofa with his arms drooping, opened the lid and Gulu took a sip, then threw it to Leto, the big man didn't dislike it, and then took a sip. "I guess you are looking for me to create some kind of weaponry?"

The two snake demon hunters exchanged glances, and Roy held the two equipment blueprints in front of Belengar.

The latter browsed the drawings, and his casual expression gradually turned serious.

Roy's heart also lifted,

berengar

Age: 79

Sex: Male

Occupation: Wolf school witcher

Life: 240

Mana: 120

Attributes:

Strength: 20

Agility: 21

Constitution: 20

Perception: 13

Will: 8

Charisma: 5

Spirit: 12

Skill:

Witcher Seal lv6, Meditation lv8, Wolf School Longsword Swordsmanship lv8, Witcher Senses lv10, Alchemy lv10, Forging lv10...

In terms of attributes and skills, this guy is the weakest witcher he has ever seen.

"The forging skills of lv10 are not as good as the ancient forging of Mahakam."

If Berengar couldn't do it, then he could only find a way to go to Velen's crow's den to see if he could find the female master blacksmith.

As for the dwarves, the two had offended the Great Elder of Mahakam and dared not ask for help.

After watching the traitor of the wolf faction, Roy turned his eyes to the silver long sword with a figure-eight sword grid and a reddish-brown hilt on the wall.

Toheine

(This sword was crafted by Belengar, the wolf school witcher.)

Type: Silver Sword

Material: Meteorite, Silver Nugget, Leather, Monster Blood, Monster Claw, Monster Feather.

Features: 3.06 pounds, 9.3 inches (0.23 m) shank, 36 inches (0.91 m) body,

Enchanting—

Bleeding: The wounds inflicted by Toheine will bleed nonstop.

Blade: Because of the special forging process,

Toheine has twice the sharpness of ordinary steel swords, can easily cut through light armor, and maintains a certain degree of hardness and toughness.

"Tsk tsk... This guy really has two brushes, no wonder Leto's weapons are so miserable."

...

"Double swords of the Viper School, such a sophisticated and complicated craftsmanship, catch up with my Toheine. It would be a waste of time to hand it over to an ordinary blacksmith." Belengar looked slightly intoxicated, and his face was fastened to the drawing.

"Then are you sure?"

Belengar smiled, his face swept away before the decadence, and his eyes shot with unprecedented confidence, "Since Toheine can be built, then the equipment of the Viper School is naturally not a problem. But before starting, I have two requirements. ."

"Please say..." The witcher pursed his lips, hoping that the other party would not let the lion open his mouth.

"Prepare all the materials, and there can be no shortage of the quantity, otherwise I cannot guarantee the quality of the weapon after it is successfully built."

"You don't need to say that, the materials are ready."

There are four main materials used to craft Viper Steel and Silver Swords, Leather Band, Steel Block, Emerald Dust and Venom Extract.

Leather straps can be easily bought from merchants in the marketplace, steel blocks can be purchased from blacksmiths, and emerald dust can be purchased from jewelry stores. It is also a spellcasting material for many warlocks. The most important venom extract is the material cut from the ghoul's corpse, which Roy has long collected.

The viper silver sword uses one more material than the viper steel sword - silver bars, which are plated on the outside of the steel core. Swords cast with a higher percentage of silver are actually the most effective against monsters, unfortunately witchers can't make that much money, and silver-plated swords are good enough for most situations.

Calculated, the material cost of the snake-style steel sword is about 200 crowns, while the silver sword is 400 crowns, and the price is several times that of the ordinary long sword.

"Second, this is a deal," Belengar stretched out two fingers in front of the witcher, "I worked hard to build weapons for you, should you two give me a satisfactory reward?"

"Twenty crowns?" Roy asked in a low voice with wide innocent eyes,

Belengar's face sank, and there was a hint of rage in his amber pupils, "Boy, are you insulting me? Treat a dignified master blacksmith as a beggar?"

"Just kidding, Master Belengar, two hundred crowns, no problem!"

He glanced at Leto, who had a helpless expression on his face but nodded.

This wolf sect deserter undoubtedly slaughtered his compatriots. Ordinary blacksmiths can only ask for a few dozen kroner for a standard steel sword, regardless of the material.

And he just doubled the price.

Too bad the witcher didn't have a choice.

"The three silver swords and the three steel swords are six hundred crowns?" Serrit and Oaks also needed a new pair of weapons.

Since there are ready-made blueprints and master blacksmiths, it is better to do it all at once.

Belengar's eyelids jumped when he heard the words, and his expression changed greatly, "Boy, do you know how long it takes to build a weapon? You are going to give me six at a time!? Do you want to exhaust me?"

"Master Belengar, you should think about it, forging weapons is much safer than other commissions," Roy comforted. "For a reward of 600 crowns, it's fine to drink with an open belly for a year!"

The wolf sect witcher's expression changed when he heard the words, and he struggled for a long time.

"Six will do, but you have to add a hundred crowns of hard work!"

"Is there a discount, fifty crowns?"

"Boy, do you think you're talking about business in a brothel? There's no room for bargaining!" Belengar said fiercely, "Either 700 crowns, or hire another wise man."

"Okay, kid, 700 is 700." Lesso, who put his arms around his chest, interjected, and Roy glared at him, his face instantly collapsed.

700 hard work, plus 1800 material cost, minus 2500 crowns.

He suddenly had an illusion. The purse that was bulging and cute like a little pufferfish was stabbed in the abdomen by someone, and it shrank a lot in an instant.

Of the 2,800 kroner that I worked so hard to save, I still have 300 left.

"No..." Roy said to himself with a pale face, "The villa is gone, and the manor is gone."

To make matters worse, the Serrit brothers would have to pay a fortune to bring back the lion blueprint.

...

"Very well, the issue of remuneration has been discussed. But I have a second condition," Belengar boldly asked with a well-deserved expression,

"I made a rough estimate just now that with my forging level, two weapons would take close to a week and a half...three pairs, that would take more than a month...During this period, the two temporarily acted as my bodyguards, and I couldn't let any People, especially my former creditors, interfere with my work. Otherwise, if I shake my hand and leave a flaw in my weapon, the loss will be on you."

"Dude, honestly, what's your idea?" Leto's eyes froze, showing his pale teeth, "Do you want us to help you stop that lunatic?"

"It's just a month." Belengar looked confident, "The two of you will block in front of the gate of the blacksmith shop. That guy will never dare to come and provoke him, and he may not be able to find a place."

"Who is that guy?" Roy asked.

"An alchemist and a mage, there is something wrong with his brain." Belengar's brown eyes were full of fear, "Because of the confidentiality clause, there is no way to reveal more information."

"Give you a part of the deposit first and return the money to him!" Lesso suggested.

Belengar shook his head, his attitude was firm, "It's really not good, wait for him to come to the door and give me a refund of two hundred crowns, which will be deducted from the hard work!"

"Of course, it's best to save the money."

"It's not easy to deal with a master alchemist. Let's talk about hard work."

...

After some haggling, the sweaty two finally reached a consensus. The hard work fee has been reduced by 600 crowns from 700 crowns. But Roy and Leto also had to contact the blacksmith shop and borrow tools such as furnaces, casting hammers, and iron felts.

"You really won't give in," Roy said sarcastically. "If you catch someone, you will be taken advantage of and killed. You must have done such dirty work before."

"Each each other," Belencarpi said with a smile, and it seemed that the exchange of words had consumed too much energy, and his expression seemed a little weak, "You are so stingy at such a young age, what kind of witcher, I see it as a business more suitable for you."

The bald-headed man was beside him after admiring the conversation between the two, and after a long sigh, he was suddenly a little glad that he didn't have to manage the accounts.

"By the way..." Belengar took another sip of beer and eased his excitement. "Where did you find these two equipment blueprints?"

"Why ask that? Can't we bring it out of the school?"

"Don't try to fool me..." Belengar said, "As far as I know, most of the equipment blueprints for the Snake faction are missing."

Leto's heart skipped a beat, "Who told you this, Cogrim?"

Belengar shook his head and replied casually, "More than 20 years ago, I met a Snake Sect witcher near the Valley of Flowers in Aedirn, who was looking for the equipment blueprints of the Snake Sect. Your Excellency, I Come to think of it, his name is Ivar Evil Eye."

"What did you say?!" The two witchers looked at each other with shock on their faces.

Ivar Evil Eye, the great master of the Serpent Sect, never returned after leaving the Sect twenty years ago.

They didn't expect to hear from each other on this occasion.

"Lord Belengal, tell me again, later?" Roy asked a little hurriedly, "Did Lord Ivar tell you where he is going? Still in Aden?"

"Sorry... I just had a drink with him in the tavern, and we chatted for less than ten minutes." Belengar sighed, "Besides, more than twenty years have passed, and I can't remember most of the details. "

The atmosphere was a little depressed for a while, only the sound of Belengar swallowing beer one after another was heard.

"Give me some too..." Lesso waved his hand and grabbed the beer from his hand. Belengar didn't care, and turned to the young witcher, "Little merchant, do you want a drink?"

"Have fruit wine?"

"嘁! Sweet and sour things are only liked by women and children!"

"That's because you have no taste!" Roy said, his eyes rolled, and he seemed to ask casually, "Berengar, don't just talk about our snake sect, how is the wolf sect?"

"Who knows?" Belengar was silent for a few seconds while biting the mouth of the bottle. "I quit the wolf faction long ago. Now as a freelance mercenary, how can I have the energy to take care of the witcher's family affairs?"

"How long have you been away from Kyle Morhan?"

"Over ten years……"

"you……"

"There's no end, boy!" Berengar interrupted him impatiently. "Curiosity should stop in moderation!"

"Now, let's get ready, the two of you, I'll start the furnace tomorrow morning!"

Roy sighed, if he could coax the guy to Novigrad, then it would be a sure thing to befriend the wolf faction.

But obviously, the traitor of the wolf faction is not so easy to convince.