The Divine Hunter

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"A madman alchemist's commission..."

"I solved it for you, you don't owe that guy a penny now." Roy smiled heartily, "Berengar, the content of the commission is quite interesting, why did you refuse it in the first place?"

"Do you think it's interesting?" Belengar sat on the ground, his face was strange, his eyes were a little empty, and he seemed to think of bad past, "Boy, you are very brave, if it is me, I will never let a warlock turn himself into a That long-haired and noisy disgusting thing! But you help me deal with this big trouble, I owe you a favor, and the hard work of making weapons..."

Belengar brushed his greasy hair with his sweaty palms, "I'll give you a 50% discount!"

"One yard is one yard... We have all seen your efforts during this time, and you deserve to be paid. Besides, the price has been negotiated before, and Leto will not agree." Roy pretended to be open-minded and gave the golden ticket He shoved it in, turned around again, and grinned painfully, "There are four more swords, so you have to worry about it."

"Then this money counts as your sponsorship of my wine." Belengar collected the golden ticket and yawned, "There is no need to run after paying off the debt... I have to go back and sleep comfortably."

"Continue tomorrow!"

Belengar patted the water stains on his hands and stood up. He was slightly hunched because of exhaustion. He went straight past the two witchers and walked into the dark night.

"Remember what I said to you!" Roy shouted from behind, "You have to go back now, the travel expenses are enough!"

Belengar's figure froze, and a look of sternness flashed on his face, "Don't tell me about Kyle Morhan!"

The voice fell, and he walked faster.

"Little devil," the big man clasped the two swords of the poisonous snake tightly in his arms, staring at Belengar's retreating back, "why did you persuade him to go back?"

Roy stretched his back, "There are only four people left in the Wolf School. If you can help them pick up an old member, it will definitely be the best gift."

"Come on, there is no news from Geralt, we may not go to Kyle Morhan," Leto shook his head, "Besides, Belengar has been away from home for so many years, and he is used to walking alone and wants him to change his mind. ,not that simple."

"I can feel that he has touched a little bit, but it's far from enough..." Roy paused, thinking of the conspiracy he discovered not long ago, "But next, I'm going to meet the goddess of the lake, are you going?"

...

The bright moon hangs high,

Lake Vizima gently swayed its waist and shone with sparkling waves.

Suddenly, white waves appeared on the quiet lake, and a strange-shaped creature washed up on the sticky mud on the lakeshore. The moonlight reflected its shiny scales and humanoid limbs.

It has a fish head on its shriveled chest, and two huge fish eyeballs are turning around. I don't know if it is too old, and there are two long white whiskers growing on its lips.

A tattered piece of cloth was wrapped around its neck, covering its back like a small cloak, and between its fingers and toes grew duck-like webs.

It rushed to a shell-covered rock on the shore of the lake, purring and hissing in the air. Then, two witchers jumped out from behind the rock.

"Meet again..." Under the moonlight, the young witcher came over and extended his hand to the monster with an affectionate attitude. This grotesque creature was the half-murloc wise man who brought Roy to meet the goddess in the lake, the geek.

"Grumbling... wow..." Chike's beard trembled excitedly, then shook the witcher's hand, leaving a sticky liquid in the palm of his hand.

"I understand that reunion with good friends is worth celebrating! I'm also very happy!" The witcher smiled brightly, and said sincerely that the half-murloc, although he had a catfish head and a funny appearance, was very sincere. "How have you been recently?"

(The fallen are all dead, the goddess is revived, and the twentieth member of the tribe is born, a cute little guy.)

"That's good... geek, my friend, I called the goddess by the lake this afternoon and didn't get a response. Do you know what happened?"

"Curry!" The geek turned his gaze to the burly bald man behind Roy, with vigilance, "Wuri River?"

"Don't worry. He was born and died together with me, and also respects the goddess. I want to take him to see the goddess, okay?"

The geek tilted his head and fell into silence, as if he was communicating with a certain existence in the dark. After a while, his brows and eyes widened, and he nodded and stretched out his hand towards the lake.

Roy greeted his companions, and pulled out Arondette behind him. Under the moonlight, the long sword was refracted and bright as day, and he swung it lightly. The gift from the goddess in the lake enveloped the witcher's body. He stood on the surface of the lake smoothly, followed the half-murloc geek, and walked towards the center of the lake.

"Little devil, you let me swim over?"

"Night swimming is the best exercise, do you want to consider it?"

Roy turned his head and whispered a few words to the geek in the fierce killing intent, and then the half-murloc carrot stubby finger pointed at the big man, a green light brushed over his bald head, and the invisible support force was self-sufficient. His feet surfaced, and he just stepped onto the lake.

Moist water vapor floated from the lake in the distance and brushed against their cheeks. The two of them breathed in the slightly watery air. When they bowed their heads, under the clear and green lake water, clusters of fish hidden in the shadows came out. As he swam down, occasionally a fish or two with gray-black scales swam over curiously to peck at the soles of his shoes, and as he moved, they dived into the bottom of the lake in fright.

Continuing to walk, a circle of cobweb-like water waves spread around with the soles of their feet as the center. When they came to such an area, the lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting a huge and bright moon, and they walked into the projection, as if walking over the moon.

Further back, a dreamy light blue light appeared not far away.

It wasn't the lights in the town of Vizima on the other side of the lake, or the moonlight reflecting off the lake—from a palace in the center of the lake.

The square palace located on the lake is not big, far from magnificent. Eight mottled hanging columns guard the outside of the palace, covered with green algae and shellfish, dripping water constantly. , as if it had just emerged from the bottom of the lake.

The two witchers stopped in amazement in front of the palace. They did not remember that there was such a palace on Lake Vizima, nor did they see the shadow of the palace during the day.

The murloc geek explained that the palace was once sunk in Lake Vizima, surrounded by the dark waters of Dagan.

After Dagon was eliminated by the witcher, Vivienne, the goddess of the lake, regained ownership of the palace and summoned it to the surface of Lake Vizima every night.

In fact, under the lake, there is a wider and grander ancient kingdom, which is where the half-fish people have lived for generations, and the fairies in the lake usually live here.

"Underwater ruins?" The witcher curiously followed the geek up a row of stone stairs. The stone stairs were so corroded that they sloped down from the lake surface and gradually penetrated into the invisible bottom of the lake.

The half-murloc geek stopped at the stone stairs before entering the palace, and stood with his head held high, his face held high, and a respectful demeanor, like a servant of a nobleman.

The two witchers stepped into the palace under its signal, and a colorful throne made of pure coral appeared in the center of the field of vision. A huge night pearl stood in the air above the throne, emitting a dreamy light blue light, illuminating the interior of the palace.

In the throne, there is a "woman" lying lazily.

She leaned on the armrest of the throne, the huge fish tail swayed lightly and mischievously under her body, and the scales shimmered in blurred colors under the light of the night pearl. , The emerald green hair covers the embossed figure and half of the face, revealing the other half's delicate childlike face, petal-like lips,

Her jewel-like eyes winked at the witcher, "Roy, the knight of Lake Vyzima, finally willing to see me?"

The crisp and soft voice echoed in the palace, completely different from her mature and charming figure, full of another innocent charm.

Roy controlled the violently trembling pendant between his neck, and his strong will made him instantly dispel the beautiful thoughts in his mind. At the same time, he made a look at the big man next to him, making Lesso withdraw his curious gaze.

The goddess of the lake has changed a lot compared to the last meeting, not only her more invincible charm, but also her unfathomable strength - lingering around her, ubiquitous, with a real magic power.

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