The Divine Hunter

late at night.

On the outskirts of Vizima, an abandoned farmland.

The alfalfa bushes swayed suddenly, and a pair of pointed ears appeared between the "rustling and rustling".

Then an adult gray rabbit jumped out, and a pair of black bean-like eyes looked around, confirming that there was no threat around him, then buried his head close to the alfalfa bush and nibbled at the pale green leaflets.

On a big banyan tree five meters away, a monster with a eagle head and a lion body is quietly crawling. It hides in the shadow away from the moonlight. .

But it did not strike in haste, waiting for the moment without moving.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

At a certain moment, the hook-like claws tore the bark, the monster suddenly vibrated its wings, flew away from the banyan tree, and swooped down from a height of five meters——

"Hu-hu-"

A terrifying shadow flashed across the dark night sky.

In an instant, the huge body landed on the ground, the strong airflow bent the clover bushes, and the three hook claws closed at the end of the right wing, like a steel cage, tightly covered the petite prey.

"Nice job, Golfing!"

A slender figure ran out of the bushes farther away, he blew a loud whistle, and the latter immediately raised his paws obediently.

Under the claws, the poor rabbit was terrified to the extreme, curled up against the grass, as if fainted, and let the griffin lick its body with its scarlet tongue. Even if it regains its freedom, it does not dare to escape. The fear of top predators is deeply engraved into its genes, making it impossible to resist.

"Gu... gu..."

Golphin's dark eyes turned to the witcher, full of thirst for flesh, who had eaten up two voles not long ago, but was far from full.

"This is less than half a year old and he is a big stomach!" Roy nodded.

In an instant, a series of "poof, poof" sound of flesh cracking sounded in the dark night, and Golfin's sickle-like claws and sharp beak easily tore the prey to pieces. Turned into a pile of bones with minced meat.

Golphin stretched his neck and made a contented "coo" sound, lying cross-legged on the grass, licking the blood on his claws and feathers lazily.

This is the fourth day of field training, and the Griffin has made significant progress in all aspects - the distance of gliding in the air has changed from 2 meters to 5 meters. Although it is still far from continuous flight, it will never be the same as before. Like that, as soon as it flew into the sky, it fell down immediately.

The hunting performance was even more surprising.

The half-year life in the cage did not affect its wild nature at all. It perfectly inherited the predatory instinct of its parents, and without any guidance, it quickly moved closer to the most intelligent predator.

Roy witnessed the whole process by the side - the hunting methods of griffins are completely different from conventional cats, because their bodies are too conspicuous and their movements are too large to hide in the grass and bushes to sneak attacks. They prefer eagles and bushes. Vultures, descending from the sky, penetrate their prey with fangs and claws by virtue of the enormous inertia of their bodies.

Or sticking to the ground, with two almost folded hind legs and an elastic spine, poised to leap forward and rush towards the target fiercely!

Overwhelm, shred!

Although Goerfin is not yet half a year old, with a ferocious pounce, he can kill an adult in an instant. When it is larger, it can also pose a threat to witchers.

And when it comes of age... There is no doubt that it will fight side by side with Roy to deal with tricky monsters.

"Galphin..." The palm gently brushed the Griffin's back,

"Gu... gu..."

"I've eaten voles and rabbits. I'll change the taste tomorrow and try bigger prey, wild dogs, wild boars, how about it?"

"Goo!"

Spell crystals glow.

The hideous beast disappeared, and there was a chubby orange cat on the grass under the moonlight.

Kalkstein's laboratory, the delicate crystal lamps on the ceiling shed a gentle yellow light.

The witcher raised his head, holding a bottle of cloudy liquid in his high-hanging hand,

As he shook frantically, the transparent glass container waved afterimages in the air, and the liquid rotated and changed color at high speed in it, from white to black, and then from black to red, reflecting a rainbow-like color.

In the end, as the witcher stopped moving, the medicinal liquid completely turned into a sea-like blue, as beautiful as a work of art.

"This potion is perfect..." Calkestein looked at the finished product, his eyes full of relief, "Congratulations, you have achieved all your goals."

"It's all over? Five days, mastering three recipes... unbelievable." Roy recalled the madness of these days from morning to night, feeling a sense of loss, and then said gratefully, "Karl, thanks to Your careful guidance, otherwise I wouldn't be able to learn so fast."

This unremarkable and eccentric alchemist master never falsified in fulfilling the agreement.

The whole guidance process is dedicated, usually a sentence or two can point directly to the key.

Saved the witcher a lot of effort.

In the template, alchemy lv1→lv2 can be upgraded earlier than long sword specialization and crossbow specialization, which is something that Roy did not expect at all.

Maybe he does have a little talent for alchemy.

"You are diligent and talented, and you can endure hardship. If you change your elm head, even a god can't teach you." The alchemist smiled and rubbed the green stubble on his chin, "The recipes I taught you also It's not too precious, it's just a commodity... Meditation potions and energy potions are still starting to work, and the rest of the formula will never be used in a lifetime."

Meditation potion allows Roy to communicate better with the elements, reducing the duration of a meditation round from five hours to four hours.

And the energy potion supplements physical strength and nutrition a little, and has a little... aphrodisiac effect, but anyone who is attached to this will not worry about sales. Roy is going to Novigrad, the city of freedom, to try to operate it and see if he can make some money.

The last medicine to treat coughs and colds is basically useless for witchers who are invulnerable to all diseases.

"I fulfilled my promise, and the contract is officially over."

"Karl..." The witcher said, the other party's alchemy teaching was different from Leto's, not so oppressive and more comfortable. "Can I come here to find you in the future?"

"You are welcome to communicate at any time." The alchemist changed his voice and said seriously, pinching his beard, "But if you ask for advice unilaterally, or if you want to further alchemy, you must pay a certain price. Equivalent exchange is the most basic principle in scientific research. ."

"clear."

"I'm not short of money, you want to continue to learn at least bring a unique knowledge... or help me solve some troubles. But now there is no need..."

"Then, I'm looking forward to the next cooperation..."

The witcher finally shook hands with the alchemist.

"Golfin, it's time to go!" On the experimental bench behind him, the Griffin transformed into an orange cat was lying on the soft belly of the black cat Sandro, his face buried in the hair on his abdomen, and his claws stepped on each other. Stepping on, Sandro gently wagged his tail, raised his claws and stroked Goerfin's chubby back, and tacitly called "meow" with it.

The master's call made Golfing stand up reluctantly, and then smashed Sandro on the head as a farewell.

"Meow!"

"Meow meow meow!"

The witcher brought up Golphin and put it back on the hood, and the little guy still refused to give up and showed a pair of eyes, "gazing fascinatedly" with Sandro.

"Okay, let's see if you can't give birth to a cat... I've eaten a lot these days, and I've obviously gained weight!"

Before he left, the alchemist's exhortation came from behind him,

"Roy, let me say one last word. A witcher can't make a living without weapons and battles, but don't spend all your time fighting, let alone a woman's belly and alcohol. You are so young, Full of potential, time should be devoted to more meaningful alchemical experiments."

"Thank you for reminding me, I also give you a piece of advice..." Roy said, "Don't provoke the Lady in the Lake or Princess Yada."

Kalkstein watched the witcher go away, took out his quill and notebook, and began to record.

"August 20, 1261,

Was the last time you thought about it five years ago, or fifteen years ago?

That regular, tedious experimentation hasn't yielded surprising results for far too long. The experiment diary day after day makes me a little tired and slack.

Living too long is not all good. Knowing more can make things that interest me harder to find than rare animals. I think I have probably entered a bottleneck period in my long life, or have I suffered from depression and neurological problems?

There has been a sudden turbulence in my boring life recently, which has greatly delayed my symptoms, which is what I want to record today.

A strange witcher came into my sight.

In my more than 200 years of inherent impression, witchers are a group of mutant barbarians who are good at wielding swords and swords, working with wild beasts and monsters all day long, but he changed my mind.

The witcher was young, unmistakably a jerk, reckless and reckless, and I saw him as cheap labor in the early days: he had an extraordinary obsession with jewels and money, and an inescapable obsession with invaluable goods. Knowledge is not so keen.

Knowledge means truth, which is my lifelong pursuit, but he gave it away to please a sorceress?

Idiots are not enough to describe such superficial behavior. Unsurprisingly, I'll never see this short-sighted creature again after breaking a contract with him.

But there are always surprises, and surprises always happen inadvertently.

He showed me the preparation process of the potion. At that time, old Carl just took a look, and then dismissed him casually.

But at this glance, the God of truth is above! That witcher moves faster and more precisely than magic! It's just a humanoid alchemy machine, so I can't find any substandard movements.

How on earth did his witcher mentor fool such a talented young man? Go to hell, the accidental law of shit!

Should alchemists also establish a law of accident and deceive gifted children?

His strengths don't stop there. His learning speed is quite astonishing, and he was able to master a potion formula in just one day. I think even when I was young when I was studying in Ben Ader, I lacked his talent.

Out of jealousy, I don't deny it. So most of the recipes I taught him were fools.

But Old Carl still has some expectations. If he continues to practice alchemy, his future achievements will not be low.

Alas, what a pity he's a witcher! "

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