The Divine Hunter

Watching Lesso, the super bodyguard, follow the woman upstairs, Roy didn't dare to win money as recklessly as before. He also learned to be smart, and he deliberately lost two if he won a few, and his eyes were red if he didn't let anyone lose. , again creating the illusion of not winning much.

In fact, he won by no small amount, already 20 crowns in less than an hour.

The key is that no one can discover his secret.

But what Roy never expected was that a middle-aged man in his thirties was even more shameless than him, cheating under his nose.

With his perception of more than 7, he is naturally aware of the middle-aged man's method of secretly changing cards. In short, it is clumsy and ridiculous.

But he didn't speak up immediately. Now that there is no Lesuo, he is weak and weak. If he angers the local snakes, wouldn't he want to disturb Lesuo's spring dreams.

"Little devil, seeing that you have won a lot, invite the two of you to a bar."

Seeing this, the pale moustache became more and more arrogant, and directly stretched out his hand to Roy's money, and took ten crowns lightly.

And Roy looked at each other blankly, and got a contemptuous look by the way.

The mustache was clear, thinking that he was lucky today, when he met a little sheep, "Sure enough, he is a timid little boy like a mouse, let's see if I don't make a good profit this time!"

He held out his hand again, this time not money but cards, the coveted Skellige deck.

Everyone present had different expressions, but none of them complained.

"Poor little brother, this is being targeted by the Sparrow Gang!"

"You shouldn't be alone in the tavern, go find the witcher."

There was a loud "bang", and everyone present only felt a flower in front of their eyes, but they saw a dagger with dried blood stuck straight into the Gwent chess card, and the mustache touched the palm of the card between the two fingers.

Almost stabbed into his palm.

"Huh..." The mustache figure was stung by a bee, and the lightning retracted his hand, his wretched face was pale, and he was very frightened.

"This... Where did this dagger come from, why didn't I notice it?" He realized that he was a little rude. A dignified man was actually frightened by a half-sized man with small arms and calves. Immediately, he became angry and said, "Little bastard, do you know who I am, dare to provoke the Sparrow Gang, are you tired of living?"

Roy ignored him, swiped his left hand on the chessboard briskly, and a bunch of krones disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

After killing a few people outside the city, his mentality changed slightly. Animals, people, and monsters were all killed. This stern guy in front of him looked inexplicably funny and ridiculous.

"Sorry..." Roypi said with a smile, "I've been out with the witcher all the year round, and I often come across some wild dogs, water ghosts, and ghouls. I'm used to carrying weapons with me just in case. one."

"After all, if you encounter those things, don't cut off their heads..." Speaking of which, Roy squinted at the mustache, but his tender face had the ferocity of an adult, which looked a little weird.

"I'm dead!"

Beard's heart thumped, and he rubbed his red eyes suddenly. Just now, he saw a bunch of blood-thick tentacles suddenly appear from the child in front of him, grabbing towards him...

When he calmed down and looked at it again, the blood-colored illusion disappeared without a trace, but his heart was cold, and he felt that this little ghost was extremely evil.

"Okay, you're brave enough. I didn't bring a weapon today, so I'll let you go! But be careful when you go out."

"The Sparrow Gang will take good care of you." He threw down his harsh words and backed away quickly. As he saw that he was about to exit the door of the tavern, he suddenly felt the hair in his ear cold, and the cold object was wiped against his head.

He reached out and touched the bald patch, but it was missing a tuft of hair.

"hiss……"

Turn around,

The dagger that nearly chopped off his fingers was stuck in the wall behind him, the handle still shaking.

"Leave my sixteen crowns."

Roy's cold voice sounded.

After the mustache threw down the money and fled in despair, the people present were no longer interested in continuing to play cards. They seemed to be afraid that the Sparrow Gang would retaliate and cause trouble, and they were all scattered in a short time.

Roy rubbed his numb arm and put away the dagger. The flying knife just now exhausted all his strength and was almost out of control. .

"It's so dangerous, I almost shot that bastard's head crookedly. It will be troublesome then."

He felt the side effects caused by the unbalanced development of his physical fitness. If his agility was higher and his body coordination was better just now, that dagger wouldn't be so embarrassing.

The tavern owner looked at Roy with his head down in a daze, thought he was scared, and persuaded seriously, "Little brother, leave quickly, no matter how good you are, you can't beat a group of people."

"Don't worry about that." A strong and rude voice sounded, and Roy heard heavy footsteps behind him.

"Please allow me to introduce myself." A dwarf wearing a round cake headdress, an open-chested shawl, a jacket perpendicular to the knee, and stockings and pointed shoes came to Roy.

Yes, a real dwarf.

Roy's eyes widened. This was the first time he came to this other world and saw an inhuman race, or an ancient race.

The dwarf in front of him has thick black eye sockets, a chubby body with a pot belly, and a thick brown beard that hangs down to his waist. It can be seen that he is an adult dwarf over fifty-five years old.

He is not as tall as Wuchi (1.5 meters), even half a head shorter than Roy. However, in the entire dwarf race, it is already considered to be tall and tall.

"My lord, Sevier Hogg, is a wine merchant who settled in Edsberg."

"Hello Mr. Sevier, I'm Roy, let me guess..." Roy rolled his eyes, "You didn't come to find me."

Sevier was sullen, and when he spoke, he seemed to be deliberately pressing his throat, full of a rock-like rough and rigid taste, "You are right, I have received news that a witcher has entered Eddard. Sporg... So I came here to ask the master for something. Now let me take the liberty to ask, what school is that Mr. Witcher? Of course, no matter what, I will kill the sparrows for you Help that disgusting bastard."

"Don't worry, he's not the cat school." Roy was already a little powerless to complain about how hated the cat school was.

Hearing the words, the dwarf was obviously relieved, "That's good. I won't disturb the rest of the two today, and I will visit again tomorrow morning."

"I'll take care of that little bastard to show my sincerity. Gero, all the expenses of the two guests today will be charged to my account!"

After Sevier told the tavern owner, he turned and left without any hesitation.

Roy looked at his back, his eyes became deep, and quickly returned to normal.

This Sevier Hogg is actually 70 years old, and his appearance is completely invisible. The dwarf is indeed a long-lived race according to rumors, and his attributes are not surprising.

But Roy observed three interesting abilities from him.

Toughness (passive curing): Dwarves have a long life and strong vitality, and adult dwarves have 20 more health points than humans.

Strong (passive curing): Dwarves are good at using the power of two-handed weapons and have sufficient physical strength. Adult dwarves are born with 1 point more strength and constitution than humans.

Short and fat (passive curing): Five short statures and big belly make dwarves move slower than normal humans, and their appearance is not favored by other races, and even disgusted. Agility -1, Charisma -1.

Roy felt that these three skills could be called racial talents. He then wondered, since dwarves have racial talents, why don't humans?

No, humans have racial talent, Roy thought. Otherwise, the long-lived and strong dwarves and elves could not be forced into a corner by the tide-like humans.

At this time, the voice of the tavern owner Groo interrupted his thinking. "Little brother, you are lucky. It just so happened that Mr. Seville came to check the wine bill today. Since he intervenes in this matter, you don't have to worry about the sparrow gang."

"Isn't he a wine merchant? The local gangsters want to give him face?" Roy asked curiously.

"The local wines are basically monopolized by the dwarves. After all, they are an ancient race famous for their brewing and forging techniques. As the nephew of the Mahakam dwarf elder Broval Hogg, Mr. Seville is responsible for the management of the entire Eds. Berg's liquor business, if he wants to continue to live in Edsberg, the Sparrow Gang must give him face."

"Then what's wrong with him?"

"Mr. Sevier..." Gros sighed. "Has been having nightmares for months. He probably thinks something dirty is at work."