The Divine Hunter

"God-level Demon Hunter ()"!

"Have you changed your mind? Are you willing to trade with me?" Gaunt O'Dim stared at the witcher with grim eyes, like a spider that had prepared a nest and waited for its prey to throw itself into its web.

"I can't sleep or eat when I think of being entangled with you in the future." Roy shook his head and said with disgust, "So I'm going to find a way to get rid of you once and for all-I want to be with you Make a bet?"

When Roy said this sentence, his mood was very complicated, there was a fear of pretending to be calm, but also the excitement of adrenaline rushing.

Betting with Master Mirror is tantamount to making a deal with the devil. No matter how hype this guy talks about, or how great a wish he can achieve, it is nothing compared to the reward he takes away in the end—the soul.

What's more, the lady in the lake who pointed out the mystery of his soul understands its irreplaceability better.

Who knows what Master Mirror will do with the soul of the Contractor? Devouring and absorbing, or really embarking on an "interesting" journey as he described it?

Roy didn't want to try, and should have refused decisively.

But Gaunt Odim specifically mentioned his friends and family, the old Moorish couple in Novigrad.

He really wanted to ignore it and be free, but he couldn't do it, only the strong could be unfettered.

Instead of passively escaping and letting the people you care about fall into a huge crisis, it is better to take the initiative.

The loser has nothing, the winner takes all!

"Master Mirror, Gaunt O'Dim, do you dare to make a bet with me? You can take it away if you win, my soul."

"Wow, bet, challenge? In the past thirty years, this is the first time I have heard such a request. Brave boy, is your request?"

"If I win - first, I need the complete process of the flying lion monster school witcher trial, including the herbal decoction formula, the steps of mutation and transformation, etc., and secondly, give me a set of effective plans, Strengthen the ancient blood in the body."

Roy has always been worried that the power and treasures directly obtained from Odim can be taken back at any time by the other party, but if the road to power...with corresponding efforts, it truly belongs to him.

"Wait a moment." The voice fell, and the figure of Master Mirror suddenly disappeared into the air like smoke blown away by the wind.

Only a pale yellow afterimage remains.

Roy's eyes narrowed and his mouth opened slightly.

What is this, instant teleportation?

Two seconds later, he reappeared and smiled apologetically, "I've been waiting for a long time, the blood of the ancients is a bit nerve-racking, it took a lot of thought, but it was finally solved. These two requirements are fine, are there any more?"

Roy stared at Master Mirror's dark pupils, took a deep breath, suppressed his palpitations,

"If I win a game by luck, please leave this world, don't come back, and don't use any power to erode and touch!"

"Sorry, mate!" Gaunt O'Dim suddenly interrupted the witcher, with a sneering corner of his mouth, "Don't you think it's too much to ask for? I admit you're a good customer, but not the only one. choice, the world is full of people driven by desire, too many to count..."

He sneered, "Giving up an entire forest to cut down a tree, and an entire garden to pick a flower? For a unique soul, giving up countless potential clients and risking self-exile? No way!"

Gaunt O'Dimm stretched out his right index finger and shook it in front of the witcher, his attitude of refusal was quite clear.

"You said just now that all my wishes were fulfilled, and I regretted it so quickly?"

"But I didn't mention that bargaining is not allowed. This is an important process in business negotiations." Gaunt Odim explained happily, "As much as your soul is worth, you have as many chips as you can. At present, your requirements have exceeded. With the chip cap, I can't make a contract about it."

The witcher looked at him silently, and after a while, seeing the other party's resolute attitude, he sighed in his heart, and retreated to the next thing.

"How about this? Master Mirror, I'll change the terms and set a deadline for this exile journey, don't ask for eternity..." Roy pondered for a moment, "If I win the bet, within a hundred years, you will leave this world, Won't make deals with me and my relatives and friends!"

A hundred years is enough for his relatives to live for a lifetime, and most of the people he knows can't survive that time...

Besides, in a hundred years, if he were still alive, he would probably have grown enough to wrestle with the mysterious man in front of him.

Gaunt O'Dimm rubbed his chin, thought quietly, and didn't make an immediate statement.

"The witcher's soul, plus Arian's soul..." Master Mirror stroked his left palm with his right hand, then nodded, "The conditions have to be changed... If I lose, it won't be more than a hundred years—never. Actively contact the people you care about, these can be written into the agreement. But leaving this world is absolutely impossible.”

"As for you, you have ten years of 'break time' ... during which you are free from harassment by me or other 'businessmen'."

"ten years?"

Roy rubbed his temples, fell into contemplation, and took all risks by himself. In just ten years, is it enough to grow up to be comparable to Gaunt O'Dimm?

But the people he values ​​are finally far away from the fatal temptation.

"I have one more condition..."

"Witcher, business shouldn't be like that!"

"My soul is so cheap? Besides, you said that bargaining is an important process in business negotiations." Roy insisted, "I took a step back, now it's your turn to compromise, Odim, otherwise all previous negotiations will be void! "

"Let's talk about it, but pay attention to your sense of proportion. You should have an appropriate standard in your heart," Master Mirror compromised, "Don't cross this standard too much."

Roy glanced at the boy on the bed, "Arian must be added to the bet. If you lose the bet, you must give up the child's contract and let him return to normal before leaving this world."

"As you wish, 'good-hearted man'."

Odim nodded with satisfaction, his smile brighter and brighter, "Now we have basically reached an agreement. Let's talk about it, what are you going to play with me, Gwent?"

"No, I'm going to take on a challenge. You should know from the time you've observed me that I'm good at completing all kinds of arduous commissions and tasks, please assign tasks to me." Roy tried his best to restrain his trembling voice, "Of course, Your mission can't be beyond my ability... You can't let a trout swim in flames, or let me dive into the deep sea to hunt whales, fly into the sky and pick up the stars and the moon, you have to guarantee the possibility of mission completion!"

"You have so many demands..." The man lowered his face and thought for a while, "But I promise you, after all, the challenge that is doomed to fail is too boring..."

"Now, make a contract..." Odim waved his hand at the witcher casually, a golden flame suddenly ignited in the air, and a piece of yellowed parchment came out and fell lightly into Roy's palm .

At the same time, Master Mirror slowly moved his fingers, and rows of clear handwriting gradually emerged on the parchment with his movements. All the details about the bet are written in four different languages, including the ancient language, the common script of the north, and a script that looks like a tadpole and has never been learned by the witcher.

It's amazing, he doesn't know every word, but he can understand it together.

"Demon, or the words of the gods?"

Finally, there is a text that Roy is very familiar with, from another world - Chinese characters.

This shows what?

This contract comes at the cost of the soul.

"Have you seen my essence?"

"Friendly reminder, look carefully, witcher, don't miss a word. Don't regret it later and tarnish a wonderful deal."

Roy repeatedly checked the contents of the contract several times, not even the remarks, and confirmed that there were no loopholes that could be drilled, so he signed his name according to Odim's instructions, bit the skin of his fingers, and pressed blood fingerprint.

After doing all this, he developed a wonderful connection with the parchment, as if an extremely important part of his body was being held in it.

Then, Odim hooked his hand, and the entire contract flew into his hands and rolled into a tube, which he kept for personal collection.

"Can't I keep a copy? You don't have to sign?"

"There is only one contract, and Gaunt Odim is the contract, and you cannot betray yourself."

Roy thought thoughtfully, "Why don't you leave a mark for me?"

"The effect of the contract is enough, there is no need to brand it..." Odim smiled, "You have a special hobby, but I can help... Or you won the game and got a 'winner's honor'?"

"It's no use."

Roy shook his head, and put the static black cat and blood gem in the hood into the pocket of the big bald man.

"Interesting Transfiguration and Soul." Odim commented.

Just as Roy was about to say something, two crisp slaps suddenly sounded in his ears, and then his eyes darkened, and he fell into the darkness where he could not see his fingers—

The sky was spinning, as if it was falling into the bottomless abyss, with a 360-degree turn in place, a strong dizziness took over the witcher's reason.

At the same time, the suffocating air rushed past, and the witcher thought of his first experience through the portal.

"Already started?"

But he didn't have time to think about it. In less than two seconds, the darkness was replaced by shimmering light, the vision returned to clarity, and the world changed in front of him.

Roy was startled to realize that he was sitting on a dirty ground, with the gray night sky above his head, and the faint moonlight illuminated a savage wasteland, with low shrubs, dry bushes, and jagged rocks everywhere.

"Where did you get me?" Roy yelled at the sky twice, suppressing the dizziness in his head, and barely stood up.

Gaunt O'Dim's voice came from all directions and answered him.

"If you want to play, let's play..." This voice was like a joke of a clown, with a trace of uncontrollable excitement.

"I will come up with a riddle, solve the riddle, and 'grab' the answer, and you and Arian will be able to regain their freedom, and I will not bother you for the next ten years."

"Can't solve it?" Roy slowly turned around and looked around. He had never been to this place before, or even seen a similar place, but it was undoubtedly bad and brought him great pressure.

"Hahaha," Odim's frantic laughter broke out, "then there is a crazy and interesting journey waiting for the three of us. You proposed it yourself, didn't you?"

"Tell me about the riddle..." the witcher sighed and pricked up his ears.

"Everything in the world is related to me, but some people are afraid to avoid it." Master Mirror's tone was melodious, as if he was reciting a poem.

"Stroking and playing can make you lose your mind, but no attack can hurt me."

"The children are happy when they see me, the elders are afraid of me, and the girls keep their eyes on me."

"You can speak, and so can I; but you have a voice, and I am silent, and have my lips open and closed."

"Tell me, what am I?"

...

After listening to the riddle, the witcher lowered his head, pondered for two seconds, and then slightly curved the corner of his mouth, "You are sure to lose!"

"Oh, is it? Just wait and see, confident friend...you must find me before the sand of the hourglass flows."

A small and delicate hourglass fell out of thin air and fell into the witcher's palm. He folded his fingers and put him in his arms.

"To be fair, I have a small present for you before the official start. You are in such a bad state."

Odim's voice fell, and Roy's old wound on the right side of his chest and abdomen gushed out with heat, as if a massage master was relaxing his muscles and activating blood, so comfortable that he almost hummed.

When the warm current disappeared, the witcher touched his ribs, and was surprised to find that the wound left by the fight with the lady in the forest was gone, and the broken ribs were healed as before.

He stretched and moved his muscles and bones, making a crisp sound all over his body, and then took out the sword belt containing Guvisher and Arrondette from the storage space and wrapped it around his back, and then a voice interrupted further action. .

"Now that you're ready, start now," Odim said with a hearty smile, "I've prepared a lot of surprises for you during the trip, enjoy it... By the way, no cheating is allowed!"

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