The Divine Hunter

In the Royal Dining Room, magic lights cast a dreamy silhouette, and two people, a man and a woman, sit opposite each other at both ends of the table.

"Are you going to leave Vizima?" Yada's face was buried in the shadows, her slender fingers twisted together.

The witcher stuffed a piece of stewed mutton into his mouth, apologetic in his eyes, "We will set off when the school's equipment is finished, about a week."

"The priest of the God of Bad Omens..."

He apologized apologetically, "I'd like to pursue the matter with Abigail, but the 'teachers' have a lot of opinions. As a member of the Snake faction, I have to respect their opinions, so I'm sorry...but I think , Abigail has left Vizima."

Yada was silent.

"How about the renovation of the sewer sanctuary?"

"It's another month..." Referring to the Virtue Church, Yada's face became brighter and her tone became excited, "The twenty most devout believers in the city of Vizima will settle in the new prayer room. The sermons in the outskirts of the villages will also be carried out at the same time.”

"Sooner or later, the goddess will reappear in Vizima!"

"I can achieve these achievements thanks to your help." Yada pursed her delicate red lips, looking forward to the witcher, making the final fight, "I really don't think about staying in Vizima to concentrate on it. Help me. I'll figure out a way to give you a decent identity and respect for your abilities."

"In fact, it's not just my career that needs you," Yada emphasized. "The goddess can't do without your support."

The lady in the lake has been sleeping in seclusion for a long time. Since the last time Black Tern Island transformed more than ten water elves and gave Roy that drop of blood essence, she seems to be severely damaged.

It may also be to avoid the malicious intentions of the three royal advisors and Foltest.

"But I'm a witcher first," Roy said sincerely, but his eyes were firm. "You know, witchers have always lived in no fixed place, and we won't stay in one place for long."

After speaking, the two fell into silence for a long time. There was only a crisp collision of knives and forks and plates in the restaurant.

"Okay... Since you've made up your mind, then I won't force it," Yada was a little less interested, trying to fight her spirits, "but I'm curious, where will your next stop be when you leave Vizima?"

"Novigrad, the city of freedom." Roy didn't hide it at all, "There are people who are very important to me,

In addition, I have an agreement in Novigrad, which is related to the future development of the Snake faction, and I must go there. "

"Novigrad on the border of Redania and Temeria?" Yada reminded, "Be careful, the Church of Eternal Fire, the largest force in that place, is not very friendly to non-human races."

"It's not that extreme for witchers," Roy pointed to this point in time. "We're not going to cause trouble."

Yada pondered for a moment, then glanced at the witcher again, and hesitated,

"From Vizima to Novigrad, is the Barony of La Valledi the only way to go?"

"According to our plan, yes. Why do you ask that?"

"I want to ask you guys something." Yada hesitated, "Forget it... It's not a big deal, I just thought of some family scandals."

The witcher did not follow her words. He vaguely remembered that in history, Baroness La Valledi, Louisa, gave birth to a daughter, a son and two illegitimate sons for Foltest. Could it be that Temeria The princess has already noticed?

But he never intended to intervene in royal affairs and remained silent.

Yada sighed and stopped talking about it, "Will you return to Vizima in the future?"

"Of course, we are the most steadfast allies!" The witcher smiled, "Don't forget that there is an elf ruins waiting to be explored."

If nothing else, his return to Vegemah was also after the First Northern War.

"Then, I wish you a smooth journey in advance, Knight Roy. I hope that when we meet again, you have already rebuilt the Viper Academy as you wished."

"In your favor, Your Highness. I also wish you an early realization of your ambitions in Vegema."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and on both sides of the rectangular table, they toasted each other from afar,

"I want to inform you that Foltest has clearly rejected your last request." Yada said, "but he will compensate you for a sum of money, two thousand oren."

"I expected it." The witcher regretted slightly, but this is reality, and reality cannot always develop according to personal will.

"Foltest is too old, and he has lost his courage to look forward and backward." Yada said, "If it is me, I will definitely clean up the stigma for you, or it's just a matter of a few notices."

Roy shook his head, how could it be that simple, but he saw the burning ambition in Yada's narrow eyes. "Then I look forward to that day,"

Perhaps in the near future, the first female heir to Vizima will appear.

...

In the corridor before leaving Foltest Castle, Roy met another group of acquaintances.

Several soldiers, as well as Zelling and Argon, who were on crutches, were lying on the stretcher and looked better than many Mars knights. The three white rose knights were talking with the royal advisor Triss Merigord.

"Good afternoon, Master Roy, it's such a coincidence that you are here!" The three of them greeted him enthusiastically when they saw him, crowding around the witcher, and the sorceress following behind. "It was thanks to you that we survived last time, and I always wanted to thank you."

"The three words are serious, and you have helped me a lot, so I don't need to thank you." Roy said with relief.

Although the three are actually much older than him, their previous actions have been taken care of by him.

"How is the injury on the body? Does it still hurt?"

Zelling puffed out the well-developed biceps on his arms, "I'm totally fine, but Lord Triss said that she will have to rest for at least three months."

"Bone injury, three months is considered light," the sorceress walked over with a smile, she seemed to be in a good mood, wearing a red evening dress with lace and lace, showing off her beautiful figure, "These two are fine. , Mars Knight will definitely not be able to do without a stretcher this year."

"I've been lucky enough to survive..." Mars sat up from the stretcher with the help of his two companions. "Master Roy..."

"Don't move... Sit down obediently, I'll be grateful if you say thank you. Just take care of yourself next time. After all, it's not every time someone saves you."

"That... Master..." Agon next to him said hesitantly, "Actually, I have an idea that I want to ask for your approval."

"Oh, let's hear it," said the witcher with a half-smile, "I'll charge as I see fit."

Agong was choked and scratched his head, "I just want your authorization."

"You probably don't know that in addition to being the Knight of the White Rose, I also work part-time as a screenwriter for the Vizima Opera House. In my spare time, I like to fiddle with some innovative plays. Your brave performance last time greatly inspired me. Inspiration. Taking advantage of this time of injury, I have written your experience of fighting ghouls, water ghosts, and bat-winged demons into a brand-new opera."

"What?" Roy's eyes widened and he shook his head in disbelief. The sorceress covered her red lips and couldn't help laughing. She hadn't heard of any fool who made the witcher the protagonist of the opera, there was no market at all.

"That's right!" Agong gritted his teeth, "I wrote an opera based on your legendary experience. As long as you agree, I will submit the manuscript to the theater, and then prepare for a period of time, waiting for the play to officially start."

"What's your name?"

"Foul Terminator - Legend of the Sewer Butcher!"

The sorceress finally giggled.

"The Butcher of the Sewer, who gave me the nickname?" Roy's face turned pale, and the dark gold pupils shot a dangerous color, "Yagon knight, your aesthetics are learned from the water ghost, this nickname is more like a rooster killer. It's nasty!"

"Master, what is the allusion to the rooster killer?" Ya Gong's face was full of curiosity.

"Bah, bah! I'll just say it casually and make an analogy." Roy explained, but the effect was not very good. The playwright Yagon muttered in a low voice, "The rooster killer...the sewer butcher...\

,"It seems to want to dig out more "legendary experiences" from it.

"I warn you! Don't think nonsense. If you have anything to do with the rooster killer, I will recognize the sewer butcher."

"You agree?" Agong looked delighted.

"There's nothing in your opera that slanders the witcher?" Roy asked cautiously.

"How is that possible!" Agong patted his chest, blushing, "You are our savior, insulting the savior, and taking revenge for your kindness, that is to insult the glory of Bai Qiangwei, what qualifications do I have to live!?"

"Don't get excited... I didn't doubt you." Roy rubbed his chin and pondered, "So, are you all singing praises to me in the show?"

"It's not all..." Agong emphasized, "I wrote an opera that was more of a documentary genre, emphasizing the cruelty and danger of monsters, as well as your superior skills and courage."

"Okay..." The witcher gave in, and Foltest refused to name the witcher. Will the part-time screenwriter's approach have any effect? He thought he could give it a try.

"You know where I live, just in the past two days, ask your brother to send the script over, and I want to see it in person."

"No problem, it will be delivered tomorrow, and there is still a little licensing fee. Twenty Oren, it's not a tribute! When the show starts, you have to come and admire your face."

"I'm sorry, I had already left Vizima by then. As for the licensing fee, waive it."

"You want to leave Vizima?" Triss, who was next to her, widened her eyes when she heard the words, her expression surprised and slightly regretful.

She had never dared to contact the young and handsome witcher because of the ugliness they first met.

But the thoughts in her heart have not changed, witchers and warlocks have similar characteristics, such as the same miserable childhood.

But it can bring her a unique freshness, which is different from all the men, ordinary people and warlocks that she has come into contact with before.

Especially considering that he had a close relationship with the older sorceress, Coral, and that he had asked for help from a tragic former girl.

This novelty is getting stronger.

The young sorceress couldn't help but want to get in touch with him and learn more about him, but now there seems to be no chance.

For now, the relationship between the two is only a nodding acquaintance, and it is not easy for her to ask too much.

"Just another week, beautiful lady..." The witcher gave the sorceress a hearty smile, "but I have a feeling we'll meet again sooner or later."

"I hope so... By the way, Roy has something else to ask you. If you meet Geralt or Yennefer, say hello to them for me..." Triss winked her light blue eyes playfully.

...

"Good boy, try it, your favorite..." Oakes was teasing a brown horse with carrots dangling from a willow branch in the stable in the courtyard.

The horse is not tall, but it is better than the body shape, the hair is shiny, the eyes are black and bright, and there is a bat-wing demon head specimen with blue face and fangs hanging on the saddle bag beside him.

Facing the fatal temptation, Ma'er showed considerable disdain. He only showed his big white teeth, while snorting and wiggling his tail, he spit at Oaks with a "puff puff".

"Ingratitude, who dragged you back from the Amer Mountains!?"

"Dare to bully my horse, don't you look at who its owner is?" Roy rushed over and snatched the carrot from the hooded man, and brought it to the brown horse's mouth.

In stark contrast to the previous situation of ignoring the answer, the brown horse stretched out its wet tongue and licked Roy's palm affectionately, and then nibbled the carrot obediently.

It purred and gnawed happily, and a furry little guy got out of the saddlebag. The meowing Goelphin climbed up to Werther's neck, grabbed its mane, and looked at its master fascinatedly.

The witcher pointed his finger at it, and Golphin jumped on the back of his hand, and climbed down his shoulders to nest in the hood behind his head.

"Sorry, Golfin, I don't have any dried fish now, I'll buy it for you later."

Oakes watched for a while, and snorted disdainfully. "What an irresponsible master, why don't you give them to me."

Roy leaned into the brown horse's neck and whispered, and it immediately turned the horse's head and aimed its butt at Oaks.

Twisted.

"A horse, dare to insult me!?"

Oaks' face was blue and white for a while, but in the end he returned to calm, "It's not worth fighting with a beast. Speaking of which, kid, have everything at hand been resolved?"

"Almost..." Roy stroked the horse's neck and looked in the direction of the blacksmith's shop, "Just wait for Belengar and Leto."