The Divine Hunter

The two walked through the corridor paved with bearskin rugs, and the hall, which was decorated with splendor and splendor, was unobstructed by the candlelight.

Just within their reach, a well-maintained bust gleamed enticingly in the showcase, adorning a pastel-colored china vase every few steps.

There are more than a dozen valuable oil paintings hanging on the four walls, most of which are portraits of people. Roy identified it curiously and found that one of them actually painted a few years ago to get rid of the usurper and regain control of the Nilfgaardian Empire. Emperor Emhyr Enris.

Roy praised, "Dare to collect the portrait of the enemy emperor in Aden, Seville is a good ass."

"With the power of the dwarves, as long as he doesn't rebel, the local army can't take him. It's normal for the dwarves to have a good impression of Emhyr, at least that guy doesn't discriminate against non-human races."

"I don't think so." Roy shook his head, his voice indistinct, "His Majesty the Emperor of the Southern Empire just wants to use the inhuman race." Both the witcher and the squirrel party will become the victims of Emhyr's northern expedition.

But since Roy is here, he won't let the Viper School be used foolishly.

The topic ended here, and the two continued to move forward.

The hall leads to the entrance of the corridor on the second floor. The two maids are watering the flowers in the vase, and Roy can't help but widen his eyes when he sees their appearance. He wants to laugh but forcibly holds back.

These are the two dwarf maids.

Wearing a skirt, with a short stature, but with a thick beard that is not inferior to an adult male... a woman.

"Respect the customs of all races."

Leto said in a low voice, took out a bag of white powder from the alchemy kit, and began to sway it all over the house, explaining to Roy as he sprinkled him, "This is sun-dried black hellebore flower powder. , can stimulate some naughty guys and make them automatically manifest."

Roy probed his nose curiously and sniffed around, "The faint scent... is fragrant for humans, but unbearable for some creatures."

"You've got a clue? What's messing with Sevier?"

Leto didn't answer, and took him all over the lobby on the first floor, followed by the guest room on the second floor, and the master bedroom on the third floor where Seville was making up his sleep, and searched.

"What do you two find?" The awakened dwarf yawned, rubbing his dark circles around his eyes, smelling the faint aroma of hellebore flowers in the air, he just felt relaxed and happy, and the irritability he had always had disappeared.

"I haven't found it yet. By the way, apart from the room on the third floor, is there any secret room in your house?"

Seville frowned and remained silent.

Leto said sternly and unceremoniously, "This matter is related to whether the culprit can be found out, you must tell me!"

"Otherwise, if you can't catch a monster, you won't be refunded!"

The dwarf rubbed his whip tightly with his right hand, and sighed after a long time, "Forget it, I believe in the credibility of the Snake Sect witchers. It's not that I didn't want to say it just now, but it really matters."

"Just next to the kitchen shelf on the first floor, there's a secret door that leads...to the wine cellar."

The wine merchant's wine cellar is his death point.

"Be careful when you search, and don't break my wine barrel."

His eyes flickered a little, and when he came out of the room, he held a key in his arms preciously, "I decided to accompany you to the wine cellar to check."

"No, give me the key, you just remember that the witcher is still searching downstairs, go back to sleep for an hour and forget about the present."

With a bewitching tone, Leto drew a seal in front of the dwarf with his right hand. The latter's eyes lost focus in an instant, and he handed the key to the big man in a daze. He went back to the bedroom and closed the door with a pop, and a loud snoring sounded. .

A hint of surprise flashed across Roy's face, "You hypnotized this guy?"

Lesso said lightly,

"He lied in front of the witcher. Sometimes in order to discover the truth, you have to learn to adapt."

With Seville's handwriting and keys, the two came to the kitchen unimpeded and entered the cellar smoothly.

This is a very spacious cellar, even larger than the house upstairs, and Roy estimates that its scope covers the ground floor of the courtyard of the dwarf mansion.

The torches arranged in sequence on the wall on one side illuminated every corner of the cellar. In such a large basement, all the wine is stored. The round wooden wine barrels are placed on top of each other, in groups of four. The conspicuous signboard clearly states the year and variety of each group.

Roy was amazed and his eyes were looking around.

"1259, wine."

"1258, mead."

"1257, Nut Wine."

The ones placed at the front are those with lighter years, and the further inwards, the higher the years.

"1200, mandala wine."

...

"1158, Averus Wine."

"Sevier, don't you move all the fine wines brewed by the entire dwarves to this basement. There are even fine wines that have been around for hundreds of years."

"Unfortunately, I don't like drinking."

With a fan-like slap from Lesotho, Roy slapped Roy on the shoulder, causing the latter to grin, and he said earnestly, "You won't understand the taste of fine wine until you truly become a man."

"I don't want to be an alcoholic."

The huge wine cellar could not be walked by two people for half an hour, but less than ten minutes later, when Lesso came to a row of 1198 dwarf spirits, he suddenly stopped.

His nose twitched like a hound, then stopped, his thick palms touched the barrel and tapped lightly a few times.

"Bang, bang, bang." Roy didn't hear why, but his nose found something.

"There is a smell..."

Roy suddenly said something, more than 7 perceptions, so that his sense of smell is also far beyond ordinary people. Near the barrels of wine, a very faint smell of rot lingered.

Leto glanced at him in surprise, "Ordinary people can't smell this at all."

But what he smelled was more accurate, "This is the smell of corpses, human corpses, soaked in fifty years of dwarf spirits, and the strong smell of alcohol has covered most of the odors. It's a pity that it can't deceive the witcher."

Roy's heart skipped a beat and pointed to the barrel, "You mean there are bodies hidden in the barrel?"

Leto nodded, his bushy eyebrows provoked like knives, "No wonder this Sevier Hogg wants to come to the cellar with us, because he is afraid that we will discover the secrets in the barrel."

"As soon as I entered the room, I thought it was the little earth spirit playing a prank on him, but now it seems that things are not so simple."