The Divine Hunter

"Roy, why did you guys come to La Valette all of a sudden?" Evelyn's warm catkin took the witcher's shoulders with difficulty, and slowly moved her body under his support.

There are too many injuries on her body, and she will always accidentally pull on the wound during the dawdling, and the red lips are tightly pursed in pain.

"We're going to cross the White Bridge to Novigrad..." The witcher gently wrapped her waist around her, supporting her bony body, while looking at the profile of her black-red hair, which was so thin chin.

The elf lady's injuries were quite serious, and her body was devastated by constant torture and malnutrition.

Judging from the medical knowledge Roy gained from herbal medicine, even if the wound on her body heals in the future, there will be troublesome sequelae such as rheumatism.

But Aveline was completely unaware of these bad conditions.

"Novigrad in Redania? I heard that the headquarters of the Eternal Fire is stationed there, which is quite unfriendly to non-human races." Evelyn was also quietly observing the witcher's ears and hair, she obviously felt The other party, Ain Shedi, has a stronger bloodline. He is no longer a quarter-elf with a thin bloodline, but is moving closer to a pure-blooded elf.

The elf lady couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

Atavism?

"It should be called Novigrad, the city of freedom..." Roy waved his palm in front of her and explained, "Although Novigrad is located in Redania, since many years ago the representatives of the Kingdom of Temeria and the After Radovid III negotiated, it became a free city that did not belong to any party, thus saving face for both countries."

"As for the eternal fire..." He said coldly, "It's fine if these religious lunatics don't come to provoke me, otherwise my companions and I will let them understand that witchers can't be bullied casually!"

Now without the support of the "hard-hearted Radovid V", Eternal Fire is far less arrogant than later generations.

"Are you going to show off your skills in Novigrad?" Aveline looked around, with a dozen guarding soldiers and officers, as well as Demon Hunter Lesso.

The Ox brothers and Phillis were persuaded to go away by Roy to find a hotel and set up their horses. After all, this time it was an investigation, not a battle, and there were not so many people needed.

The Elf Lady has seen six witchers in all, the only one in her life.

"That's right," Roy said truthfully after being silent for a moment, "but there is one more important thing. I have to meet my parents. I haven't seen them for more than a year since I started traveling with Leto. I don't know how they lived in Novigrad?"

"I remember when you said that your parents died?" Aveline's beautiful eyes stared at the witcher without blinking.

"Uh...this...you just think what you said last time was a white lie..." Roy hesitated for a while, and Cantila, who was walking beside the two, couldn't help but interjected and successfully changed the topic.

"Witchers have parents too?"

The stubborn and independent Zerican woman refused the witcher's help, dragging her bruised body and striding her slender, slender thighs, as her bare feet were covered in blood scabs from the cold, rough ground. , but she didn't care.

"What do you think?" Roy breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile, "Could it be that the witcher jumped out of a crack in the stone?"

"I'm not afraid of your jokes..." Cantila laughed twice,

Touching the wound, he showed a pained and happy expression, "I used to think that witchers were directly created by warlocks in the laboratory, mutants without feelings... But now I find that I am wrong..."

Cantila turned and glanced at the bald man with a blank face, and then looked directly at Roy with black eyes, "Most witchers just look indifferent and lack normal emotions on the outside, but in fact, you are also ordinary people with flesh and blood... "

"Knowing that we offended the baron, you still dare to take the initiative to rescue us and put yourself in danger," Cantila patted the witcher's shoulder, "Roy, thank you for your help!"

"It's just a coincidence..." Roy thought seriously for a moment, "I didn't expect to hear the news of the sea scorpion near the city gate. After all, it's an acquaintance... I can't just watch you get burned to death."

For a while, everyone was silent.

"We didn't expect that the sea scorpion would fall to such a level." Afterwards, Aveline showed a sad face, "It seems to have fallen from heaven to hell overnight..."

"Because of Aaron's death, what happened to the sea scorpion has nothing to do with me..." Roy thought secretly.

According to the original development trajectory, Aveline would change her name to Ferret a few years later to assist Geralt in stealing the Maximilian Posodi house in the auction house.

But this time, if he didn't happen to arrive, under the anger of the old baron, it is estimated that all the members of the sea scorpion would die, including Aveline.

Her future will be gone.

Suddenly a strong feeling surged up in my heart——

"The fate of some people has changed because of my intervention!"

For example, Yada, Ciri, Baron Willis of White Orchard, Lady of the Woods, Kungulan of the Tree Heart, and Sea Scorpion Acrobatic Troupe.

The witcher thought of the "butterfly effect", and there was a faint fear in his heart. If the changes were too drastic, there was no doubt that he would lose the advantage of foresight.

"But what's the use of thinking about this now?" Roy took a deep breath, temporarily suppressed his chaotic thoughts, and asked a few people about their recent encounters.

After Amos "fleeing in fear of sin", the baron took out his anger on the remaining four members of the Sea Scorpion, locked them in a dungeon, tortured them, and asked them where they were.

"But how do we know where Amos is hiding?" Evelyn stretched her swan-like neck, her crystal clear eyes filled with tears, and her beautiful cheeks were full of misery, "The soldiers in the dungeon only know how to torture us every day. , with a leather whip, a hunting knife, and a red-hot iron." As she spoke, deep fear appeared in Aveline's eyes.

"The key is that these bastards won't let us eat enough!" Cantila said angrily, "We are sent a bowl of dirty water and a hard toothbread every day. I don't have the strength to escape!"

"Witcher, what are you and the two women mumbling about?" the officer in front cast a questioning look.

"Don't worry, Your Excellency Dylan, I'm just learning about the case... By the way, are we coming soon..." The witcher noticed that the surrounding city walls were getting thicker, fewer ordinary passersby, and more patrolling soldiers.

"Five minutes left..." Dylan finally warned, "Be honest, don't try to play tricks on me." After taking the money from the witcher, he didn't want to push people too hard, and he ignored it after he finished speaking. people.

...

"We were locked in the dungeon for half a month, and we didn't ask any useful information... Because we didn't know anything at all, the baron's anger grew stronger and stronger." Evelyn lowered her voice and continued, "So he intensified. They sent people to escort us to the square, and every day, let the people passing by the square spurn us, humiliate us, and torture our hearts!"

Sometimes psychological torture is more painful than physical torture...

Roy sighed, "That fire-breathing Collins?"

"Collins Tire watched his lover Froz being humiliated... You don't know how mean and ugly the group of people scolded him. He couldn't help but swear at the baron who started it, and he was ordered to be burned alive!"

"He is such a gentle and kind person, he should never end up like this."

The two women looked sad, and then they gritted their teeth. They will remember that cruel scene forever!

But this is the reality. It is easy for nobles to execute a civilian in their own territory, let alone a "criminal suspect".

In this regard, Roy has also seen examples of aristocratic abuse of power, such as Sir Willis who slaughtered most of the White Orchard, and still can live very well.

The residents of White Orchard who died under his hands were dead in vain.

In this society, in this era, the life and death of commoners are in the hands of their lords.

"Then do you hate him?" The witcher's lips moved slightly.

Evelyn remained silent, and Cantila said coldly, "Although Ariane la Valetti is pitiful—but this is not the reason why the Baron tortures us!" The people of the dragon and the followers of the giant dragon have clear grievances and revenge!"

"The baron and the real murderer who framed Amos... Sooner or later..."

"Don't show your attitude in front of outsiders, just wait for the opportunity..." Roy solemnly warned, and when he looked up, a magnificent castle came into view, which was much higher than the city wall and surrounding buildings.

"We have arrived…"

...

With the sound of "Cuckoo..." the chains rubbing, the witcher followed the soldiers into the slowly rising black gate.

Equivalent to the dirty roads outside, not very decent city walls and house buildings, the inside of the castle is another world.

It is magnificent here, the magic crystal lamps on the ceiling are shining, the silk curtains hanging on both sides of the corridor are engraved with intricate and delicate patterns, and there are precious antique vases, preserved armors, animal specimens, and various decorations everywhere. It has everything and is luxurious, showing the heritage accumulated by the La Valetti family for generations, even if compared to the castle of Foltest.

Roy also had expectations for this. Baron La Valette was only a small baron, but his territorial position was very important to Temeria, so the power he mastered and the strength of his men exceeded that of Temeria. Most of the lords of Leah.

Moreover, Foltest did not dare to intervene too much. The generational management of the La Valédi family has turned the surrounding area into an iron bucket, and it is difficult for outsiders to intervene. If Baron Baron can't think of it one day, and he turns to Redania with all his forces, Foltest will have trouble sleeping and eating.

The soldiers didn't give the witcher extra time to hang out, and after a careful body search, led them straight up the spiral staircase.

The three prisoners of Sea Scorpion were taken back to the dungeon again.

The study on the third floor of the castle.

"Witcher, report your names." Barron la Valetti stood upright in front of a row of bookshelves full of books. The bright lights in the hall showed him dressed in gold and jade, with exquisite embroidery. tight top.

But this can't hide his tiredness and old age - he has a slightly hunched waist, deep nasolabial lines on both sides of his tall nose, and the wrinkles on his forehead and brow are like mountains. He seems to have been neglected recently. Gray hair gleamed.

Eyes, a pair of gloomy eyes were bloodshot, and had not rested comfortably for quite some time.

"Roy (Lesso) the Snake Witcher."

The two of them observed the baron's master from the corner of their eyes. He looked older than expected, with a short stature, and he was carrying an old-fashioned aristocratic shelf, and when looking at people, he held a high shelf .

"Roy the Snake Witcher?" the baron asked in a hoarse voice, staring at the young witcher.

During this period of time, many people, under various exaggerated names, used words to bring him hope, but actually did nothing. He was already fed up with endless torment and waiting.

"It's you idiot."

"Where did I hear your name..." The old baron walked around like an ant on a hot pot, and then banged his fist loudly, "By the way, an old friend of mine said that the Capital Opera House has a new An interesting play: The Filth Terminator - The Legend of the Sewer Butcher, in which the protagonist is a witcher named Roy, is that you?"

Roy exchanged glances with Leto when he heard the words, with a strange expression.

White Rose's Argonian knight moves so fast? !

"Dear Baron, I didn't expect you to be interested in this type of opera... I think the prototype of the protagonist refers to me."

Baron Baron nodded, his eyes softened a little, and he asked, "Master Roy, did you really kill all the monsters in the Vizima sewers as described in the opera?"

"Cough, this statement is a bit exaggerated... But I did kill a lot of monsters..." Roy said with rare modesty.

"Then I hope your ability to track people is as good as your skills!" The old baron said solemnly, "The two masters have learned about the details of the case before they came, so I won't dwell on this."

"Please remember that my child, Arian, the heir to the barony, has been lying in bed for a long time, and he is almost unable to bear it because of the difficulty of eating."

"If the two masters are willing to help, be sure to bring Amos within a week to remove the spell on Arian, and then I will give you a large sum of money, as promised. The Ella Valetti family. Honor Guarantee.”

"The face of the La Valetti family has long been disgraced by your wife!" Roy complained in his heart, and then said, "Sir Baron, but please allow me to take the liberty to ask, our main purpose is to wake up Master Aryan instead of catching the acrobat?"

"What's the difference?" The old baron squeezed his right fist, and was quite displeased with the demon hunter's questioning. "As long as you catch Arian, won't you be able to lift the vicious spell he cast on my son?"

"Your Excellency... But I don't think so." Roy's eyes flashed with light, "I talked to the three members of Sea Scorpion not long ago, and from their descriptions, I can clearly feel... With all due respect, Amo I'm afraid it's not the real murderer behind the scenes!"

"Witcher!" the old baron increased his tone. "Someone has already mentioned this possibility to me! But in the end, they found nothing and failed to prove any problems to me."

"Rather than wasting time investigating the so-called real murderer, find Amos for me quickly!"

...

"Do you know Sir Ignacio Veliris?" Roy asked suddenly,

"Lord of White Orchard?" Baron La Valetti frowned, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned an unrelated person.

"That's right..." Roy looked directly into the lord's eyes, "Sir Ignacio was in a similar predicament as you, and it was my teacher Lesso and I who solved that thorny problem for him and let David The bloodline of the Riles family lives on."

"Witcher, deceiving a lord is a felony." The old baron put his hands behind his waist, slumped his stomach and squinted. "La Varetti will not tolerate any liars, I will burn them to death or hang them on the gallows!"

"You can send someone to Amavit Castle to verify at any time..." Roy said confidently. In fact, he knew very well that the old baron had no time to send someone to investigate.

"By saying so much, I hope you believe us and give us the power to investigate freely!"

The old baron was silent, his expression relaxed.

"Sir Baron," Roy further persuaded, "you have searched all the places you should search this month, and you know the specific progress... Why not try another method, start from scratch, and find out the hidden sinner."

"So, what are the two masters going to do?"

"Go to the crime scene first, all the servants in charge of the dinner have to come..." Roy said, "There must be some overlooked details."