The Divine Hunter

"Are you really my child?" Old Moore tilted his head and looked at the witcher beside him. He quickly calmed down from the initial ecstasy and became suspicious.

The slender and vigorous young man in front of him was far from the skinny and ribbed boy he remembered.

Counting his age, his own child should be a teenager who is close to fifteen years old, but he can't see the liveliness and cheerfulness of young people at all, and his expressions and actions are full of maturity, saying that he is almost ten years old.

The witcher's gaze, from time to time, looked towards the direction where the three gangsters were dragged away, with extreme indifference.

Old Moore had only seen this kind of indifference in butchers who had been in butchers for decades, and in taciturn adventurers in taverns.

Keep ordinary people away.

Old Moore was no exception, but he felt that there was a sense of familiarity in the blood between the other's eyebrows.

"Are your eyes dazzled? Of course it's our son! I'll never admit it when I was born in October," Susie took care of the swaddling clothes in her arms and took the witcher's hand affectionately. After more than a year, it was the age of a long body when we separated, and the change in appearance is normal."

"Look at these eyebrows, nose, mouth, it's my Roy!"

Susie looked up and down, her face full of relief,

"It's not too high, but it's also strong. Master Lesuo has taught you well, and trained you from a weak radish head to a strong man."

"you have grown up."

Susie accidentally met the witcher Anjin's eyes, swept to the tips of his ears that resembled a half-blood elf, and asked curiously, "My child, what's wrong with your eyes and ears..."

"I passed the grass trial and became a witcher, and some of the features of my facial features became different from ordinary people."

"The specific reason will be explained when we go back." Roy squeezed the warm palms of the old couple comfortably, and turned his head away. Where no one saw him, he frowned, and a conflicting expression flashed across his face.

Before he knew it, he had been separated from the old Moore and his wife for a year. At this time, the old couple was already gray-haired and looked old.

But he could feel that their heartfelt concern had never changed.

But he was different from before, not quite used to the scorching eyes of the two of them.

"correct,

Dad, those three bastards beat you up just now, how are you doing, what's wrong with you? "

"I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so it's fine."

"Let me see the wound."

Roy stubbornly checked the body of Old Moore, and his heart sank. The old man's physique had old wounds on his waist, abdomen, back, and neck.

On the surface, these injuries have all healed, and there are no major problems, but if they continue to drag on, they will break out one day, and he will lose half his life.

During the observation, the old Moore's physique was also weakened to 4 points due to the injury, which was not even as good as an ordinary person.

"During my absence, you suffered."

Roy gritted his teeth, took out a bottle of calendula potion from the space, and let Old Moore drink it without any explanation.

The potion is equivalent to highly poisonous to ordinary people, but the potion prepared by Roy in Cow Castle is also applicable to ordinary people.

After drinking the potion, Old Moore felt a heat flow into his stomach, and the pain caused by the bruises on his body seemed to be a little less. He couldn't help holding Roy's hand moved, and his turbid eyes gradually became moist.

"My child, look here, the little guy must recognize you!"

At this moment, Aunt Susie let out a cry, and the baby in her arms became quiet for some time, and her big black eyes turned to the witcher, shining like stars with curiosity.

The baby's senses are very keen, and it seems that he is aware of the blood relationship with the person in front of him. Under the surprised eyes of the old couple, he took the initiative to extend his white and tender little fat hand to the witcher.

"It seems that Minuo likes you very much, as expected of a real brother!"

"Is his name Mino, cute little guy?" Roy squatted down, gently scratched the baby's fleshy feet, pinched his chubby cheeks, and lifted the hood from the back of his head. He pulled out the dozing Golphin Yellow Dog and pulled a dog's mouth into a pie, making the little guy giggle.

That innocent smile made the witcher's heart soften for no reason.

After a year of separation, he suddenly had a younger brother, which caught him off guard.

But that's fine. When they leave again, the old couple also has relatives to accompany them.

"Would you like to hug him?" Susie glanced at the surprisingly docile yellow dog in surprise. Before she had time to ask, her son had already stuffed it back into the hood.

"Just a moment, you guys stay here," Roy finally touched the baby's bare forehead and stood up, "My friend will help clean up the food stall, and I have to deal with those three little bastards first."

"Roy..." Old Moore said hesitantly, "Don't offend the Willie Gang too much, or we won't be able to hang out in Novigrad in the future."

"I have my measure." The witcher turned, and the smile disappeared from his face.

Under the terrified eyes of onlookers, he entered the dark alley.

...

"These three guys have been cleaned up by me from head to toe, and now they're honest." Oakes squeezed his knuckles for a while, his face still full of meaning.

The three gangsters headed by Vincent collapsed in the corner like mud, their bodies were soaked with sweat, and they could not see any scars, but their faces were snot and tearful, their eyes were staring at the sky, and their mouths kept opening and closing. , murmured to himself, completely lost the madness in the food stall.

Demon hunters who are familiar with human anatomy have many means of making people unable to survive or die, and are sufficiently concealed.

"When Serrit and I hadn't left Novigrad, the local gang once sent people to the food stall to find trouble with Old Moore, trying to collect protection fees, and we stopped after we taught him a hard lesson."

Oakes shook his head and his tone became cold, "I didn't expect that just after we left, these bastards would put the bill on the old Moore and his wife. Speaking of which, I was ill-considered, and it affected your family. Be tougher!"

"You've done enough."

Roy said gratefully, turned his eyes to the three thugs, shook his hand in front of the three, but didn't respond, "Clap!"

With three slaps in a row, the gangster covered his red and swollen cheeks and returned to his senses.

Then he subconsciously huddled in the corner of the wall, his face full of horror, and traces of damp heat poured out of his trousers.

"Devil! Demon hunter, devil!" Vincent couldn't wait to slap himself, but he didn't expect a mutant to come out to stand for Old Moore.

What's even more terrifying is that it's not just the two last time, but a whole - four!

"Shut up! Now I'll give you a choice. If you don't want to be tortured any more, just answer the question honestly!" Roy pointed at the man who had kicked Old Moore a few times before, "Your name is Vincent, the boss of the Willie Gang. who is it?"

Vincent gave the witcher a stern look and remained silent.

"Boy... just wait and see, the boss will help us avenge us sooner or later and make you disappear from the world!"

The muscular gangster in the yellow vest next to him suddenly said something cruel, and was kicked to the ground by Oaks.

"I haven't been tossed and comfortable just now... Would you like to try the ass-flashing style again?" Oaks showed an enthusiastic smile.

"Don't! Don't torture, don't blow your ass! I said," the muscular man stammered, swallowing his saliva. "Our boss is Alphonse Willy, who rules the biggest gang in Novigrad!"

"If you cooperate well, you will naturally suffer less."

Roy patted Vincent's cheek fiercely and pondered for a moment.

When the white wolf was in Novigrad, he had a deep intersection with the four major gangsters.

But that was ten years later. At that time, the Eternal Fire of Novigrad, with the support of the hard-hearted Radovid, the emperor of Redania, sent a large number of witch hunters to brutally sweep the whole city, eradicating the inhuman races, warlocks , while the four major gangs fished in troubled waters, secretly took the opportunity to develop their forces, and slowly developed into the four giants of Novigrad.

How great is the power?

Even the emperors of Nilfgaard and Redania couldn't do anything about them. Before taking over the city, they had to look at the face of the gangster.

But now the Northern War has not broken out, the world is not so bad, and the influence of the four major gangs is not as good as that of later generations.

However, it is still a behemoth that ordinary people cannot afford to provoke.

"The four major gangs in Novigrad, except for Old Willie, who are the remaining three gang bosses?"

"Don't fight, I said!" The gangster replied succinctly this time, "The three bosses... The Butcher Clifford, the Beggar King Francis Bellan, and the Collector-Olof Beard."

Roy frowned. He had heard of the first two guys, but as a collector, he couldn't remember such a number one person in the four major gangsters, "Shouldn't it be Sigismund Dirkoscher? That's right, The head of the spy should be hiding behind the scenes at the moment, and the underworld forces have not yet developed."

Roy almost confirmed this guess, and asked, "What business are the four major gangs responsible for in Novigrad?"

"Witcher, why are you asking about this!?"

"I'll ask you to answer, say one more thing, pull out your tongue to feed the dog!"

Vincent shrank his neck under the eyes of the witcher Anjin, not daring to talk nonsense, "The Beggar King controls the thieves and beggars in Novigrad, and is responsible for all the business of stealing and begging; the butcher controls all Lending and most of the protection fee business, the protection fee of the market is about to be divided into his name; the collector runs the bath center, most of the taverns, and whoever holds banquets and events in Novigrad needs help his place of business."

"That old Willie?"

"Our boss," Vincent paused, "runs casinos, underground fighting arenas, and brothels!"

"Does he have another son? Cyprian Willie?"

The gangster said in surprise, "You, have you heard of the young master?"

Roy's heart moved,

"That's right, Alphonse Willie, or 'Hawthorne I'."

His son, more famous, would be called "Hawthorne II" in the future, using the ugly word Hawthorne (son of a bitch) to describe how much he was hated.

In the future, the sadist and psychopath "Hawthorne II" tries to hurt Ciri even more.

"But at present, it seems that 'Hawthorne II' has not grown up and killed his own father."

...

Roy also inquired about Novigrad's Eternal Fire Church and the city's management, but the three of Vincent were only the most common members of the gang and had limited information.

"The official business is over, and now it's the private business. The last question, you keep coming to trouble Old Moore and blackmail him. Are you making your own decisions, or is it because of the order of the gang's executives or Alphonse Willy?"

"This..." Vincent timidly swept around the witchers who were standing around like four statues, his throat was dry, and then he gritted his teeth and asked, "The witcher, as far as I know, old Moore is just a An ordinary peasant with no background and no money, how can you offend us for this kind of country scumbag?"

The young witcher suddenly gave the three of them a grim smile, revealing neat and snow-white teeth that glowed white, and at the same time the five fingers outlined the cyan inverted triangle seal.

Vincent's eyes flashed, his face was stiff, and he became honest,

"This is the order of Boss Willie."

Roy's face was covered with frost, "Why does the leader of the dignified Willie gang make things difficult for a small person?"

"Half a year ago, the two masters supported Old Moore, and the boss suffered a loss. His face was dull and he held grudges." Saying it is full of poetry. So slowly torment him... out of breath."

Roy took a deep breath, "Damn perverts! Perverted accomplices, you all have to pay the price!"

"Shh-"

Guvisher unsheathed.

The bright sword body reflected the cold light, shaking the three people's faces as white as snow.

"Calm down, boy, there are so many people now." Serrit's gloomy eyes swept over the three dead souls. "Kill them and end the trouble."

"To start, at least make some preparations... All troubles will be dealt with together!"

Roy tilted his head and thought for a second, took a deep breath, and calmed down his restless mood, "That's right, killing a few scumbags won't solve the problem. The root cause must be cut."

"But I have bullied Old Moore for half a year, so I can't spare you!"

In his mind, the vicious curses of the three just now appeared again.

Roy's face flashed a trace of anger,

In order to keep the peaceful life of the old couple undisturbed, he dared to make a bet with Master Mirror that these guys who bully the soft and fear the hard are playing dirty behind their backs!

How dare you?

in the alley.

The witcher ghostly circled around the three of them, and the cold sword light jumped several times.

"Shhh-"

Blood splashed, and three broken arms rose into the air.

The three little gangsters wailed and howled while clutching their bare wrists, rolling on the ground, wriggling like an ugly meat worm.

"I understand the rules of the gang, a big fist is the last word!"

"Today, these three hands are used as a gift for meeting... I will send them back to Hawthorne I. By the way, I will bring a message. Tomorrow, I will come to visit!"

"Little devil, you're using the wrong word..." The bald man, Brother Oaks, stood beside him firmly, "It's not 'me', it's 'us', let's go meet that bastard together!"