The Divine Hunter

Roy calculated the account. In a big city like Edsberg, the inn is not for ordinary people. The daily cost of room and board is about 7 crowns. If Lesso leaves for a month and a half, the cost will exceed 200 crowns. There is clearly not enough money on him.

I haven't calculated other expenses, including learning common languages... He plans to find a place to study during this time, he can't be illiterate all the time, it's too inconvenient. Knowledge and books are expensive, especially in a big city like Edsburgh. It might cost a lot of money to learn some culture, right?

...

Roy returned the high-rent rooms and laid out the plans one by one in his mind.

First of all, rent a cheap house, preferably no more than one crown a day, and have enough space and seclusion nearby to sustain your daily training.

He didn't intend to go to the dwarf wine merchant for help. After all, he had just rejected the other party's second request, and he was too incompetent to do so.

Secondly, to find a short-term job that can earn money, he can't just go out and not come in, he has to be prepared for a "long-term battle".

In the end, he had to find a reliable teacher to learn common words, and the tuition fee had to be reduced as much as possible.

Throughout the afternoon, Roy asked five residents in Midtown who had the idea of ​​renting a room. Most of the homeowners bullied him because he was a foreigner. , excluding food...

Roy realized that it was unrealistic to find a room with a suitable price in the city, so he went straight out of Edsberg City Gate and asked the residents in the surrounding area. He didn't expect that he would find a suitable room before the sun went down. The place.

Behind Edsberg South Gate.

A man in his thirties, with a thin body and a short beard, dressed in white clothes and a white soft hat, led Roy across a golden wheat field to a huge water mill and in front of a few houses.

He is the owner of this water mill, Henke.

At this time, the light of the setting sun covered the four houses near the mill with a golden robe, and the smell of wheat ears and breeze covered the grass and fallen leaves in the late autumn.

In the ding dong of running water, the water wheel turns slowly, and the mill by the river is like a dynamic oil painting, which is very beautiful.

Roy followed the miller and admired the leisurely pastoral scenery around him. When his eyes shifted to the livestock pen not far to the right of the mill, he suddenly froze. A young girl in a white apron with brown hair tied behind her head was bending her back to them, holding a dustpan in one hand and spilling chaff in the other to feed the chickens.

She looked petite.

But that wasn't the point of Roy's attention, the point was that the girl's back was bulging out shockingly high.

She is a hunchback.

The miller noticed his gaze and smiled apologetically, "Little brother, my daughter is seriously ill and looks ugly. Does she scare you? I'll drive her away right away!" People dared to rent the mill owner's vacant room, and it was useless how low the price was. Today, he finally got a big deal. He was still a good-natured teenager. Henk didn't want to miss out on this income.

"Don't." Roy shook his head. He was not the vicious kind of person who laughed at other people's shortcomings. "I don't mind this kind of thing. Just show me in the room."

While talking, the girl by the chicken pen heard the movement, turned around and glanced at it, then ran into the barn next to her and hid. When she ran, her posture was awkward, and her legs were long and short. The shoulders are uneven, causing the body to sway from side to side with the movement.

Reminds me of a lame old woman in her 70s and 80s.

...

The rented room of the miller's house is simple and unadorned, with nothing but a straw mat and a blanket, and the ground is quite clean. Compared to the inn suites with velvet quilts, exquisite furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows and full-length mirrors, they are much more humble.

But Roy stayed out in the wild with the witcher for a while,

Never dislike any bed.

Since he came to this world, his requirements for living conditions have been compressed to the extreme. Fortunately, the original owner is not a spoiled and picky one, so he can quickly adapt to this kind of hard life.

Only the living environment of nobles and warlocks can be close to the world of the past.

He was most satisfied with the mottled wooden window, a spacious open space next to the pond, which could be used to practice crossbow shooting skills.

There is also a free dinner, and Roeso paid 30 kronor for the entire month's rent at one time.

...

After nightfall, Roy saw the miller's family at the dinner table. Apart from the thin Henk, sitting next to him was another fat woman with swollen skin, a fancy dress, and lips painted like blood.

"Roy, let me introduce you, this is my wife Oona... She usually works at the mill as well."

The woman smiled all over her face, "No wonder I heard magpies chirping early in the morning, it turned out to be a distinguished guest! Little brother, you are really discerning, I promise that there is no other house like ours nearby, cheap and clean, so you can rest easy. Just stay and be satisfied."

The woman covered her mouth and let out a hoarse smile from time to time as she spoke, and the fat under her long skirt surged like waves. Roy couldn't help but glance at the miller.

With this "loving wife", it is no wonder that the miller has lost weight.

"By the way, little brother, you have a very raw face, and your accent doesn't sound like a local. Where do you live? What's the big deal here?" Mana picked up the golden-roasted pig on the plate Elbow, and greedily licking the grease from his fingers.

"I'm from a small village in Lower Posada. A relative introduced me to work here, saying that he would take me to see the world. Who knew he would disappear when I entered the city." Roy meant something. He sighed, then unceremoniously picked up another pork knuckle and chewed it.

"Oh, how can there be such a heartless relative!" The fat woman wiped her oily mouth with a napkin, a tinge of pain flashed between her eyes, "But don't worry, little brother, Edsberg is a big boss. In the city, as long as you are willing to endure hardships, there are many opportunities for work. I believe you will soon be able to reap the rewards.”

"Do you two have any good recommendations?" Roy's eyes turned on the miller and his wife.

Under the dim light of the fireplace, Henk shook his head and made a serious look, "The butcher's house opposite... No, he can't give a rich job to an outsider... Executioner's apprentice? No, it will be too bad luck. Bad luck for the whole mill..."

"Little brother, let me tell you, the first job in a big city, don't have too much vision..." The fat woman helped, "Henk is also your age, and you left home and came here at the age of thirteen or fourteen. After working hard for ten years, he saved some money to rent the mill. At the beginning, he did all kinds of dirty and tiring work... He moved the stagnant water and kept the vegetables, I think you... you can try... 中There's a lot of jobs out there in the city fair. But I have to warn you, be careful of some of the guys."

The miller, Henke, took over, "Manna is right, if you come across those guys making revolution announcements, stay away, don't listen to their nonsense. What's wrong, go make a revolution, Sooner or later the head will be removed."

"Aren't they trying to lower farmers' taxes?" Roy quietly wiped out the whole pork knuckle and licked his lips. The miller's dinner was really delicious, fat but not greasy. A little honey, and the barbecue skills are no worse than Leso, just too little. It is estimated that it was so rich on the first day.

"You don't know this, Baron Tavik has already compromised once... According to me, the revolutionary army should just accept it, but their leader disappeared inexplicably, and it must be blamed on the baron, threatening to let the baron Give me an explanation. Isn't this a mess?"

Roy knows that the leader of the revolutionary army is still taking a bath in the wine barrel of the dwarf wine merchant, and the baron is indeed a big deal.

"Little brother," Henk continued, "in addition to the revolutionary army, you have to be careful of the sparrow gang in Edsberg. These guys are full of bad water in their stomachs, and they are all swindlers and cheats. Don't go to the lower city. That is the sparrow gang. They especially like to play the idea of ​​foreigners...you are a young boy who looks easy to bully and looks good, you must be careful." The miller suddenly smiled strangely. "Some nobles like that tone."

...

"Thanks for the reminder." Roy nodded and filled another bowl of potato soup. "By the way, Uncle Henke, the girl I saw before is your daughter, why don't we eat together?"

As soon as Roy's voice fell, the originally hot atmosphere at the dining table condensed.

The fat woman who was eating meat with her mouth full of oil suddenly choked, blushed and patted her chest, Henk also put down the fork in his hand.

"Little brother, it would be too unpleasant to call her over. You can eat at ease, she has her own place."

"Humph!" The fat woman finally calmed down, her fat face turned from sunny to dark, "Don't mention that ugly girl in the future. How to treat her is a family matter for Henke and I, and you don't need to worry about it." The fat woman Without concealing the disgust and hatred in his tone, "it's good to give her food and a place to live, don't even think about serving her."

"Then what's her name?"

"That ugly, you can just call her Toya."

...

After dinner, Roy saw in the cold wind in the corner of the mill, a thin figure sitting in front of the barn threshold, eating dinner with a plate.

This time, I finally saw her appearance clearly. The firelight hanging on the wall revealed a small and round face, with small facial features, thin eyebrows and cherry lips, and a slight blush on both cheeks. Just looking at the face, He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, a tender age.

The little girl felt very keen, and Roy stopped and watched for two seconds, and she found it again, like a frightened little beast turning around and running away.

"Am I the devil, so scary?"

Roy was sullen in his heart, and walked over to take a look. Compared with the oily dinner in the living room, the food on the plate left by the girl was simple and monotonous-a pile of yellow-brown sparse mashed potatoes.

He wondered why the miller's family treated their daughter so meanly, just because she was deformed and looked unpleasant?

But when he first arrived, it was not easy for Roy to directly interfere in other people's family affairs. He could only wait for a little familiarity before making plans.

...

Under the bright moonlight, in the open space beside the pond, a thin but tall figure with black hair and black eyes was kneeling on one knee, holding a crossbow in both hands, aiming at a tree with a crooked neck 50 miles away.

The body is neutral, the shoulders are level, the left leg is bent and the sole of the foot is on the ground, and the right knee and the forefoot are on the ground, forming a stable triangle support with the left leg.

Sit lightly on your right heel on your hips. The left elbow holding the crossbow body is placed on the left knee.

While aiming, Roy took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. When his exhaled breath became heavier, his right index finger instantly pulled the trigger.

"Whoosh--" The crossbow arrow hit the target without any bias.

Immediately, he made a dazzling series of movements with his hands and feet, and completed the string and arrow placement within four seconds. Roy sprinted a few positions to the side, stabilized his body again, and switched to a standing shooting position to shoot the target.

After sprinting, stopping suddenly, switching positions and shooting postures, picking up arrows, and shooting more than 500 arrows alternately, three hours passed quietly. With sore muscles and panting, Roy ended his boring and tedious crossbow training.

The night wind was as cold as a knife, but his heart was hot.

You unlock a new skill:

Untitled LV1: After the careful guidance of the witcher master and thousands of shots, you have initially mastered the use of long-range weapons, hand crossbow and crossbow. When you use similar weapons, your shooting accuracy, effective range, power and penetration Strength will receive a 5% bonus.

You can actively activate this ability, the shooting bonus effect is doubled, but the physical energy consumption is also doubled, and your own movement speed is halved, and this state lasts for at least 30 seconds.

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Roy breathed a long sigh of relief, and his face covered with sweat couldn't help showing a smile. After a long time of hard training, he finally got his weapon skills out.

"Untitled" became "Crossbow Specialization".

The penetrating power and damage bonus are only 5%, but counting the slaughtering skills of LV2, the bonus will become 10%. Because three peasant armies were killed before, humans entered the hunting range of the slaughtering skills, and the applicability of the skills greatly increased. If you actively stimulate the skills, the power is quite impressive.

Roy intends to have the opportunity to get a crossbow, the pocket version of the crossbow Gabriel, which is not enough now.