The Divine Hunter

Foltest Castle.

Luxurious dining room, magic chandelier sheds soft yellow light.

The king sat at the head of the long nanmu dining table, enjoying his breakfast slowly. A new royal advisor, Fikat of Sidaris, was giving a respectful presentation.

"Your Majesty, the martial law in the temple district has been very effective in the past few days, and all the infidels around the square have been swept away. The residents of Vizima have also lost their way and returned to Lebiuda, Meritelli, and the Eternal. The embrace of fire. In my opinion, the goddess of the lake after this blow, if she wants to re-develop in the future, it will not be a good climate."

Foltest finally chewed a few bites of the roasted chicken, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief embroidered with irises. "Master Feikat, you've been working hard lately. But it's not enough!"

He pushed away his chair and started pacing around the dining table. "How did I explain to you in the first place?" His majestic eyes stared at the mage. I have to be honest. And the goddess in the lake, who is telling the truth, I know very well that she killed my knight commander and former advisor, and she must pay the price!"

Foltest grabbed the knife sharply and slammed it into the center of a roast chicken.

"I trust the Warlocks to make Temeria the most magical country in the North; over the years, I have paid enough money to the Warlock Society to buy a kingdom! I think I am qualified to order you—" Furr Test's eyes froze, "Bring her body to me!"

Feikat only felt his heart tremble and lowered his head, "Your Majesty calm down... I'm sorry... We can't fulfill your request."

"Give me a reason!"

Feikat lowered his eyebrows and said sincerely, "During this period of time, the two consultants Merigold and I went to Lake Vizima to investigate every day, but we never found any abnormal activity. There is a high probability that the thing is no longer in the lake... We figured that she got the news in advance from the believers and fled and hid elsewhere."

Fekat said half-truths, the Brotherhood of Warlocks had little contact with legendary creatures like the Goddess of the Lake, but understood that they represented an ancient race. To dare to kill one of them would be to forge a blood feud with all the elves in the lake.

Warlocks are not reckless.

The king snorted heavily in his nose, and was silent for a long time, a trace of regret appeared on his face. "Escape is rather fast."

"But I assure you, Your Majesty Foltest, as long as we are in Vizima for one day,

That thing would never dare to step into this place again! "

Foltest's extremely oppressive gaze swept the warlock up and down, left and right, until he saw that the latter was covered in cold sweat, and then changed the subject.

"How is Yada?"

Feikat breathed a sigh of relief, "His Royal Highness Princess can't detect the aura of magic. I think she hasn't been in touch with church affairs recently. But she has established a deep connection with the lady in the lake after all..." Feikat said carefully, " If you just let it go, will there be some hidden dangers?"

"If you keep suppressing it, she won't even recognize me as a biological father!" Foltest sighed helplessly, "During this time... don't push her too hard."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"There's another big thing..." The king paused and said with some hesitation on his face, "Is the medicine mentioned last time ready?"

Feikat's eyes were stunned. There were many rumors about Foltest's bad life style. Like most kings, he couldn't stop romantic problems. There are also many romantic stories that are widely circulated among the people. For example, he and his family... gave birth to Ya Princess Da.

For example, he has many lovers outside, and he prefers married women under his command.

Now there is one more item. Not long ago, a lover gave birth to a child for him.

"Your Majesty, please allow me to confirm, is it a boy or a girl?"

"Girl!" Foltest's voice was indescribably disappointed. He even suspected that it was the lack of Master Azar's secret medicine that caused his son to become a daughter.

"Then your majesty..." said Fekat, "I promise that the medicine prepared by the Brotherhood of Warlocks will make the little princess healthier, more beautiful, and more lively."

...

In a house in the trading district.

"Abigail, the priest of the god of bad omens?" Yada pointed the barbed whip at the shivering girl in the corner, and curled the thick hair around her shoulders with the other hand, "I'm looking at the Royal Library. Having read the relevant information, the priests of the God of Bad Omen are very good at curses."

Yada's delicate brows were furrowed, and she unconsciously touched the talisman between her necks. It was a gift from the white wolf who lifted the curse of the bloodthirsty demon bird, in order to prevent the curse from recurring.

"I didn't expect such an evil organization to be hidden under my nose. How did you find out?"

"It's a coincidence." Roy repeated the process of finding the sewer secret room through the corpse of the bat-wing demon, and Yada's eyes lit up, "Zhengchou has no prayer room, so someone sent a ready-made secret stronghold. , is really blessed by the goddess in the lake!"

"You... what are you trying to do?" Abigail shrank into a ball, even though she had no magic power, her fair wrists and ankles were still shackled with anti-magic metal shackles.

At this moment, a small, innocent face was full of panic, like a harmless little white rabbit.

Yada gave the girl a gentle smile, "What we want to do depends on your attitude. Let me introduce myself first, Abigail, priest of the God of Bad Omen, how old are you? Your parents, relatives, Where are all my friends?"

"I..." Abigail was stared at by three witchers and a glamorous princess, hesitating for a long time, then hesitantly said, "I turned fifteen last month...I I told them that I am an orphan with no friends or relatives, only church members. I was adopted by my mentor, the last priest of the Church of Vizima..." A big sadness appeared in Abigail's big bright eyes. "But the mentor passed away two years ago."

"A lonely little girl...and she looks so beautiful," Yada's face became more interested, and while her wrists were shaking, she gently waved a leather whip in mid-air while circling around the girl, "Before you were adopted, how did you stay there? Vizima is looking for a living? The local gangster will never let you go, this little sheep. Let me think about it, selling to a remote country farm is the luckiest outcome.”

"I-I've been working at the washerwoman's house in the Temple District..." Abigail bit her thin lip, she understood her situation and said frankly, "For five years, the washerwoman and her family have Always protected me from bullies. The fact that they were all followers of the Big Weavers introduced me into the church...and then I was adopted."

"The Great Weaver? The Weaver of Destiny?" Yada asked suddenly, looking at the calluses on the girl's white hands.

"That's right, the lion-faced spider weaves destiny and controls the life and death of human beings."

"Don't say evil is so great," the witcher raised his eyebrows, "I guess those gangsters who dared to find you were all thrown into the sewers by your church members to feed those two bat-winged demons."

Abigail almost acquiesced.

The witcher guessed further, "As a priest, you are also responsible for choosing sacrifices. Occasionally, do you have to tie a few living people into the sewers to give tooth sacrifices to the 'guards' of the lion-faced spider?"

With the appearance and figure of a girl, it is quite simple to seduce a few people with bad hearts.

"It's not surprising..." Yada said that she "played" the sheriff of Vizima for a period of time and had an understanding of the living conditions of the lower-class residents of Vizima.

"Vizima is the capital of Temeria, the most important stop on the entire kingdom's trade route. A large number of outsiders pass by every day, and the fish and dragons are mixed. Occasionally one or two are missing, and it is impossible to manage." Yada Approaching the girl, the five fingers of the cold right hand suddenly pinched her chin and made her face him.

Since the Church of Virtue needs an underground stronghold, the God of Bad Omen should leave wisely, not to mention the hatred between them!

"Good girl, tell me how many lion-faced spider followers Vizima has now."

Abigail's long eyelashes blinked and turned her head stubbornly.

"I'm Vizima's princess," Yada's pretty face was tense and her voice was fierce, "if you give an order, the knights will immediately catch all the hidden 'spiders'! In front of you, cut them off the teeth of'!"

The muscles on "Little White Rabbit"'s face trembled, as if frightened, and opened his mouth slightly.

Yada half squatted down, her pretty face directly in front of the other party's eyes, "But if you are willing to cooperate, those indecent means are not necessary."

"Give you half an hour to think about it!"

...

"His Royal Highness Yada, do you need my help? The Demon Hunter Seal can save a lot of time."

When Yada heard the words, her expression froze,

"Fortunately, you didn't do it... Roy, let me give you a piece of advice. Never use a seal on a priest of a certain god and manipulate their minds... Otherwise, the existence behind them may be disturbed, resulting in unpredictable danger."

Roy nodded, no wonder he had warning signs at that time, "Then what are you going to do with her? She..."

He pursed his lips and swallowed the next sentence back into his stomach.

A fifteen-year-old girl, is she really as cowardly and weak as she appears?

No doubt a disguise!

"Ask all the believers of the God of Bad Omen first, they should move to a place for the Church of Virtue." Yada pursed her red lips,

"Next, the 'poisoning is not deep', those who have lost their way... I will expel them from Vizima forever!"

Yada's eyebrows stood upright, and her tone became cold, "As for those who do not repent..."

"His Royal Highness Yada, you must be careful... Some believers of the God of Evil Omen have powerful cursing abilities, so don't cause trouble."

"Of course I know it, and I have a deep understanding of it..." Yada's eyes suddenly flashed with memory, and she paced around the room, "The curse of the blood-sucking demon bird that once tortured me has a lot to do with the lion-faced spider. A deep origin. Although the goddess has eased the aftermath of the curse, I can still feel the stench still haunting my soul."

"I have read the letters left by the beast Austrit, who was the initiator and had a crush on my mother, in which he repeatedly mentioned fate. What does this mean? His curse method is likely to come from the god of bad omens. Ms. Vivienne Helped me get rid of 'flesh thirst', but failed to remove the last trace of the curse."

A look of determination flashed across Yada's pretty face, "I have to find a way from Abigail to lift the curse once and for all to prevent it from recurring."

"The god of bad omens has something to do with your curse." Roy lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

The curse of Austrit, the Church of the God of Omen, Yada and her mother.

A clear story line suddenly formed in my mind——

More than 20 years ago, Foltest's courtier, Austrit, fell in love with the king's sister, the mother of Princess Yada, also called Yada.

But later he found out that Foltest took the object of his crush as his own. He was so jealous that he issued an extremely vicious curse, causing Queen Yada to die in childbirth. .

For the calamity!

For several years, the residents of Vizima were awake at night.

Until Geralt arrives, he fights to lift the curse of the vampire bird with his serious injuries, and restores the princess of Temeria, Yada White!

Roy had always had a question in his mind before, what ability did Ostrit have, a dignified Temeria minister, and why would he issue such a vicious curse to Yada's mother? It should be noted that he did not give his life.

Now he has found a reasonable explanation - there has always been a Church of the God of Bad Omen hidden in the sewers of Vizima, and Austrit is one of the believers.

He asked the priest of the God of Omen for the curse method, which led to all the tragic events that followed.

After clarifying his thoughts, Roy couldn't help feeling emotional.

Once, the god of bad omens cursed Yada, but today, the fate of this church is entirely in her hands!

Is this the causal cycle?

Beside her, Yada rubbed the snow-white skin between her necks, as if she didn't want to go any further, and ended the topic.

"I will be in charge of the next communication with Priest Abigail. Roy, you and the two masters must be tired. Let's go back and rest... By the way, are the materials sent last time enough?"

"Enough, thank you for your generosity." Roy said sincerely.

"If you have any other requests, just mention it," Xianxian Su patted the witcher's shoulder a few times. "Of course, if the church and the lady in the lake are in trouble, I hope you will continue to lend a helping hand."

"Um."