The Divine Hunter

Dearest Roy,

It's been a year since you left in a blink of an eye, and it's been months since you sent a letter back from Sintra.

Susie and I occasionally think of those years in the village of Aden Kaye. The family guarded the dilapidated firewood house and the barren tobacco fields. Although life was tight, the family was neat and tidy, which was the greatest happiness.

...

My child, how are you now?

The letter you sent last time said that you often live in the wild and have to deal with the harassment of parasites and insects, the attack of man-eating beasts, and the deadly threat of all kinds of terrible monsters. We are very worried about you. Susie even lost sleep for several times. night. It's a pity that as ordinary people, we can't do anything except pray to Goddess Meritelli over and over again for you in Novigrad.

But in this respect, Master Lesso is an expert and experienced. You must follow his instructions and learn to deal with various dangers with an open mind.

The most important thing is to protect your own safety, "little life matters"!

See you soon, I look forward to seeing a handsome, strong guy, not a disabled man with missing arms and legs, blind eyes and ears.

Otherwise your mother can't take it.

The sad topic ends here, and I have good news for you.

Your brother Mino had a full moon the day before yesterday. Goddess Meritelli blessed him. Since he was born, he has never been visited by illness. He is very healthy, white and plump, with black eyes and a small nose and mouth. See for yourself, he smiles exactly like you did when you were a kid.

The little guy is smart and lively. He babbles all day long. We wonder if we are calling your name. We can't wait to see you, this strange brother, and listen to you share the adventure stories on the journey.

Okay, this is the end of Mino’s matter. Let me tell you about the food stalls. I learned not long ago that Novigrad is the largest city in the north, with more than 30,000 people living in it, not only human beings, but also people from the past. I have never seen dwarves, halflings, elves... Nuocheng needs to consume a lot of food every day, so the business of the food stalls is very good, the daily profit can be three or four crowns, several times more than being a farmer in Lower Aden, enough. Our family lived a good life in a big city.

Speaking of which, we have to thank Master Oaks and Serrit who brought us to No City. Thanks to their help, we can stand firm.

Both masters are very nice people, except for the slightly eccentric temper.

You didn't say last time how was your relationship with them?

If conflicts arise accidentally,

If you can't get along anymore, then come to Novigrad. Old Moore takes care of you, like you were in the country before.

There is still a lot to tell you face to face, don't make us wait too long.

Love you forever old Moore, Susie

Novigrad, November 12, 1261. "

"Shuh..." In the dim candlelight, the slender quill drew the last graceful arc on the white letterhead.

A plump, blond-haired young girl in a corset stood up from the desk, brushed off the envelope, and exhaled softly at the ink marks on the paper.

"Uncle Moore, I have written the letter according to your request, please listen to me and see if there is anything else to revise..."

"No problem, no need to change." A thin middle-aged man with a slightly stooped spine opposite him took the letter with gratitude, "Miss Vesper, I'll trouble you again this time."

The man put the envelope close to his chest in the rough linen coat, patted it lightly, and took out a dirty money bag full of mud. "According to the old rules, one crown is the reward."

Vesper shook her head when she heard the words, her blue eyes swept away from the other party. The man opposite is obviously under forty years old, but his temples are dyed with cream, his face is full of folds, and his skin is dry and rough.

For the past six months, he has been writing letters to himself every month. Unfortunately, because he does not know the address of the recipient, the letters are almost never sent. They can only be piled up and shown to him when the child returns.

The beautiful eyes glanced at the man again.

Because of the recent beating experience, the striking redness and swelling on the man's cheeks have not dissipated, and he looks both funny and pitiful.

"Uncle Moore, the thugs of the gang are blackmailing you again recently, right? You don't have much money, so keep the money for Minuo to buy something to eat, don't starve the little guy."

"Miss Vesper, thank you for your kindness, but you also need money to live."

"The money is enough for the time being, you can take it back, and I can lend it to you."

Old Moore was silent, with wrinkles on his face rising like mountains and rivers. After struggling for a moment, his calloused palms trembled and took Crown back into the purse.

His kids really need the money.

"Uncle Moore, let me take the liberty to ask again, is your eldest son a mercenary?" Vespere observed the man's expression, which he analyzed from the letter.

"Would you consider asking an acquaintance to find a way to get in touch with him," the blond woman pursed her red lips and persuaded, "If he settles in Novigrad, maybe those bastards who bully the soft and fear the hard won't dare to go too far. Ten days and a half months to come to the door to extort."

Old Moore took a deep breath and shook his head. As long as he was in Novigrad, no one could escape the power of the four major gangsters, especially poor people like them.

He simply changed the subject, "Miss Vesper, it's time for me to go... Susie is still at the booth with her children, so they can't wait too long."

...

Outside the dimly lit building, the sun shines through the slits between a row of low-rise buildings, revealing a worried face.

Old Moore was walking on the bank of the river in the outermost circle of Novigrad City. In a large low and dilapidated house, most of the people living there were poor people at the bottom and half-blooded elves who were excluded by humans.

On the other side of the river, there are huge buildings and commercial facilities. There is a port, two slaughterhouses, three warehouses, and four water mills next to the river. Busy crowds are flowing in it.

This is just the tip of Novigrad.

The "capital" in the north is surprisingly large, with no less than a hundred entertainment facilities and countless artisan shops.

The closer the city is to the north, the more prosperous, the more beautiful the buildings, and the higher the status and social status of the residents.

In the northernmost part of the city, separated from the main city of Novigrad by a bridge, stands an isolated island - the headquarters of the Church of Eternal Fire, the highest authority in Novigrad.

The Church of Eternal Fire rules Nuocheng, and its power is especially stronger than that of the four major gangs, but the old Moore family is more willing to believe in the ancient goddess Meritelli.

"The great Meritelli, bless us away from those bastards." Old Moore turned around at the narrow alley and turned toward the half-moon-shaped market not far from the city gate.

The barking grew louder, and the air became noisy.

Dressed in a variety of strange ways, merchants and hawkers with many strange accents come from all over the world.

Old Moore recalled what happened in the past six months.

Originally, their family lived very well. With the protection of two masters, Oaks and Serret, the members of the local gang did not dare to come to harass and collect protection fees.

But after the two masters left, the group of thugs immediately entangled them like mangy dogs, and not only collected future protection fees, but also took back the "lost" part in the past.

Old Moore and Susie are just two ordinary peasants, who can't compete with the local snakes. The savings he had saved from selling vegetables were quickly extorted, and because the local ruffians often went to his vegetable stalls to pick quarrels and cause trouble, the business could hardly sustain.

"Hopefully everything goes well today."

"Old Moore! Went to write to your child again?" A halfling barber rubbed his red nose and waved his furry right hand at him.

"Um."

"Wives and children are really enviable! But you have to hurry up. Several 'Hawthorne' went to your food stall just now!"

When Old Moore heard the sound, his heart froze, and he suddenly quickened his pace, "Give it up, please let it go!"

Squeezing through the crowds in the market, the crying of babies and women's wailing sounded, he couldn't help breathing harder, his eyes were red.