The Divine Hunter

In a trance, Evelyn saw a pair of beast-like eyes, and the emotions contained in them were very complicated, awakening her from the abyss of pain.

A little life appeared on Evelyn's face.

The young people in the crowd gave her a subtle sense of familiarity: eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, all seemed familiar, but there was a big difference from the impression in memory, and she couldn't remember the identity of the other party for a while.

In fact, the last time she saw the witcher was more than half a year ago. At that time, Roy had not yet passed the grass trial, but now, after the rapid growth of the grass reagent, the appearance and body shape of the witcher have changed significantly.

Not to mention the increase in height, the facial features are more angular, the skin is more delicate, the more elf-oriented, and the temperament has become calm.

Who is he? Evelyn frowned slightly.

Several big men appeared one after another around the young witcher. When Evelyn's eyes swept over the most burly and bald man among them, her face suddenly appeared...

Leto, the snake witcher Leto, then the familiar young man beside him is his inseparable apprentice——

"Roy..." Aveline's red lips moved, and she murmured imperceptibly, as if from a lifetime.

The boy who used to call her Sister Evelyn, a quarter elf.

"He's grown so big..."

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"Little brat," Leto whispered, leaning into his companion's ear, "what are you going to do? Do you want to intervene?"

The bald man swept over the three prisoners at the stake, and said thoughtfully, "Although that guy Amos feels sorry for you, it's annoying. But I remember that Evelyn has a good relationship with you... all the way to greet you... farewell... Reluctantly attached…”

"Aaron's children were also sent to the Temple of Meritelli by her. I don't know how the two little guys are doing?"

This elf girl who used to be as beautiful as a flower has now become like an eggplant beaten by frost, losing her energy.

The friends around her are also very embarrassed: Cantila, the originally wild swordsman girl, bowed her head and said nothing, while the clown looked numb, like an empty shell without a soul.

Although they are so miserable, from time to time there are good people onlookers throwing rotten vegetables and garbage on them, while saying foul language.

Sinners, freaks, witches...

No one stopped, everyone was watching jokes.

How could the Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe be reduced to such a level?

"Do you want to shoot?" Roy whispered to himself, after all, it was an acquaintance who had been together for a while who was tortured at the stake, and he couldn't do it if he wanted him to stay out of the way. "I really am a nosy person."

"Roy, do you know these poor bastards?" Brother Oakes cast curious glances,

"It's a friend..." Roy pursed his lips, but Aveline just had a good relationship with him and had nothing to do with others. He had no reason to ask his companions for help.

"Then what's the matter?! Roy, do you want to ignore your friends?!"

Oaks said nothing, strode toward the high platform.

The crowd followed. Including the cat faction witcher, holding Carl's little hand, his gray-green eyes flashed with cold light.

The Snake sent everyone to help him in Willen, and when it was his turn to shoot, he was unequivocal.

In front of the stake, the officer who looked like a leader tightened the dark leather whip in his hand, shaking his wrist to move, suddenly five big men broke into his sight, and his face changed slightly, "Wait... Who are you guys? , do you know the rules? If you want to join in the fun, just stand aside for me!"

Several soldiers around the officer instantly surrounded him, holding down the matching sword around his waist and confronting the witcher.

The onlookers didn't think it was a big deal to watch the fun, and the strange screams encouraged and screamed again and again, as if they wanted the two sides to come to a life-and-death duel immediately!

"Don't be nervous, soldier, we don't want to make trouble." Oaks frowned, stopped, and spread his hands to show that he was not malicious. "Can you talk to the prisoner?"

The officer smiled disdainfully, "What is your identity? What place do you think the execution ground is, a bathhouse or a tavern? Are the felons on death row the ones you can see when you see them? Don't make trouble for me, get out of here!" The officer waved away impatiently. , and slammed the whip into the air again.

There was a crisp sound, the whip slashed through the air like lightning, and the abdomen stretched out a pair of barbs that were like millipedes flickering with cold light. Root whip is impressive.

Roy gritted his teeth, and he could almost imagine that the whip ruthlessly swept away the flesh and blood of the three of Aveline again and again.

"Your Excellency Dylan, if you don't let us approach, how can we serve the baron."

"Young man?" There was a trace of solemnity in the officer's eyes, and then he said in surprise, "How do you know my name?"

"It's not important..." Roy turned to glance at his companions, and everyone nodded encouragingly at him, "What's important is to catch the criminal who hurt Master Arian... You must talk to these three witnesses."

"Sorry, I haven't received any definite information about who has accepted the Baron's entrustment and can't let you go." The officer still stubbornly stood in front of the witcher.

"If you really don't believe it, come with me to visit Baron Baron's head office later?" Roy paused and glanced at the crowd of soldiers around him, "Or are you worried that I will take prisoners under the eyes of so many soldiers? "

The officer was stunned for ten seconds, until the witcher came to his side, the envelope of Temeria Bai Baihe.

Only then did his expression change, he slowly turned sideways to make way, and let Roy go, "Since you have an adult in the capital as a guarantee, of course it's fine to chat with the prisoner. But give me time to let go. To be honest, if you dare to do anything wrong, we can only send you to the coroner, understand, witcher?"

"Of course..." Roy said to the people around him, "Everyone, look after Wilt for me, and I'll be back when I go."

The soldiers began to drive away the passers-by, and Roy came to Aveline alone.

This elf girl was tied to the stake by a rough and hard cable, and the rope went deep into her skin, causing her slender figure to deform slightly.

The witcher remembered that Evelyn had a faint scent of flowers in the past, but now there was only a strong and pungent smell mixed with sweat and blood.

Evelyn was wearing a light yellow coat for an unknown period of time. It was broken into strips by leather whips and other torture instruments. She was almost naked, showing large bruised skin and clusters of ugly scars: the skin was open and fleshy. Fresh wounds, dry and scarred old wounds.

The only thing that was intact was her pretty face, but at this time, her face was covered with dust and stains, and it was filthy.

Roy looked into her eyes and said seriously, "Evelyn... You have suffered a lot during this time, and I will find a way to save you."

"Roy...I...I didn't expect to meet on this occasion..." Evelyn seemed to have not eaten for a long time, her voice was weak, her eyes flashed with shame and a touch of gratitude.

When Cantila, who was tied up next to him, heard the movement, his dark eyes also turned, and he was surprised, "Are you that boy? It's only been so long, why has it changed so much?"

"I passed the trial, and my growth and development are not the same as ordinary people..." Roy explained, "How do you guys feel now, do you need me to do something?"

"Just water!" Cantila said bluntly, licking her chapped lips.

Despite being tortured for a long time, this Zerekan woman who aimed to hunt giant beasts was still full of strong fighting spirit and desire to survive.

Roy lost his tongue again, and then took some clean water from the Cliff Fountain in front of the high platform, mixed with a little marigold potion, and fed it to the two women. As for Floz the Clown, he didn't respond during the whole process. He only opened his eyes occasionally and stared affectionately at the charred corpse next to him.

"Don't worry about Frost, Roy." Cantila sighed, "Let this poor man be quiet, since his lover was roasted alive, his sanity has become abnormal, and he hasn't driven for more than half a month. mouth."

Roy stared at the dull and numb face of the clown Froz, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. He used to have some prejudice against this same-sex couple who supported each other, but now he has to admit that there is true love between them, and this same-sex love is also Quite unforgettable.

"Cough, cough... What's wrong with this world?" Evelyn lowered her head and sighed, then looked directly at the exquisite full-body statue in the fountain, "Under the witness of the great father of the sky, there was actually torture. The atrocities of the innocent..."

"Let's talk about it, Sister Evelyn, Cantila..." Roy carefully observed the expressions of the two of them, "What happened during this time, why did the baron tie you up and punish you in such a humiliating way . Was it really Amos who hurt Arian la Valledi?"

"That's slander!" Cantila said, "Roy, witchers are the best at analysis and investigation. You have also gotten along with Amos, do you think he is like an evil wizard, and what can release people? Sleepy spells? It's a joke!"

The stake trembled slightly under her fierce struggle.

"Calm down, Cantila... Of course I believe you!" Roy reassured, "Amos may be a scapegoat... But I need more information to analyze and judge."

"Try to be as detailed as possible, and tell me all about your experience when you came to the Baron de La Valledi..."

"Cough, cough..."

'Damn! This rope is meant to tie people to death, I'll loosen it up for you..." Roy gently pulled the hemp rope on the stake.

Aveline smiled weakly, "Don't worry, Roy, I've been tied up for more than a month, I'm used to it... Now let me tell you the cause and effect of this incident."

The elf lady looked up at the sky and began to narrate.

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"After we separated from you in Elland last time, we passed through Vizima, Hautburg, and Dorndale successively, and then came to the Barony of La Valledi. It was about two months ago. The baronies perform acrobatics for the merchants who used to be in White Bridge to earn a living."

"Later, an unexpected good thing came to the door... Baron Baron's butler took a fancy to our wonderful performance and hired us to enter the baron's castle to celebrate the birth of his little daughter..."

"Mary Louise's daughter, Miss Anais?"

"Yes... Baron Barron, who is in his fifties, is undoubtedly a big happy event." Aveline's mouth curved slightly, as if recalling the beautiful scene at the time, "He entertained all distinguished guests in the castle."

"Everything went well...that night we put on a near-perfect show for the Baron's dignitaries..."

Cantila interjected, "I promise, Roy, that was the best performance since Captain Aaron died..."

"Wait..." Roy interrupted the two of them eagerly, "Did you see a middle-aged man with short red-brown hair and amber eyes during the performance, who looked like he was in his forties... The baron still told him Very respectful..."

Counting the time, it was the day Foltest left Vizima more than a month ago.

Will he come to the baronies to see his newborn illegitimate daughter?

Aveline pursed her lips, pondered for a moment, her bright eyes flashed a hint of clarity, "That's right, Roy, I remember... I saw a middle-aged man with reddish brown hair that night, very Majestic and serious, Baron Baron always laughed with him and took care of him more than his wife and children."

"We were thinking at the time that he must be a high-ranking official in the kingdom of Temeria, or a relative of the royal family."

Cantila also nodded, confirming what his friend said.

"Baron Baron can grow grass on his head." Roy complained, and the lovely Flynn and Cantila seemed to be completely ignorant of this. "You go on, then what?"

"The accident happened in a hurry...without warning." Evelyn recalled, "We were resting in the side hall after the performance, and Master Aryan was very interested in Armos' Gwent magic and pestered him. , called him out alone to ask for advice... At that time, many people noticed their movements."

"Then——" Aveline's tactful tone stopped, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes, "The accident happened, we only heard the scream of the maid... Everyone rushed out of the hall and found a bed lying in a bedroom. Master Aryan was still on the ground, and Amos disappeared without a trace."

The elf lady's pretty face showed deep doubts.

She never understood where her companion went.

"It doesn't make sense..." Roy rubbed his eyebrows, "Amos has no motive to shoot."

"Master Aryan's valuable ornaments disappeared... Some people say that Amos was greedy for money, so he committed this heinous crime."

Cantila stared at the witcher and said sincerely, "But after years of getting along, we know that Amos is definitely not a fool! He is a bit greedy for money, but he would never shoot in that kind of situation, he would not Stupid enough to offend a baron, cut off his own way, and will be wanted by the whole of Temeria!"

"Not to mention that his behavior is so conspicuous that he can't hide it at all!"

"I agree, he's definitely not a fool." Roy said solemnly, "Besides...he doesn't know the so-called Sleeping Charm..."

A long time ago he had observed the information of the Quint performer, a normal human being.

After speaking, Roy fell into contemplation and straightened out the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

"I understand the general situation... If I guessed correctly, Amos should have been used as a scapegoat... Cough, cough... We need solid evidence, and we must go to the baron's castle." Suddenly, Anjin's pupils swept over the three embarrassed acquaintances.

"Now I'll talk to the officer to get you off the damned post... Let's go to the castle together."