The Divine Hunter

After Dandelion finished speaking, the atmosphere in the field became extremely strange, Oakes' eyes widened, and his envy was beyond words.

And Priscilla pouted, her expression full of disgust and disgust.

Seeing this, Roy mourned for the bard for half a minute.

This guy has revealed his true form in front of Priscilla, can he still be with her in the future?

"I read that right, Master Dandelion, you really are a prodigal girl, a prodigal son..." Oakes squeezed his eyebrows at the poet.

"Uh..." Dandelion defended with a sigh of relief when he saw the witcher's expression softened, "It is the nature of poets to pursue inspiration, and all beautiful things can provide inspiration, including beauty, so I just devote myself to art..."

"Well, whether your original intention is for art or philanthropy, tell me the addresses of those six beauties, Master Dandelion."

"I have a condition..." The bard said with gritted teeth under the great pressure from the witcher, "The masters must first promise me that they will not resort to illegal interrogation methods against those six beauties!"

As Geralt's close friend, the poet is naturally aware of the witcher's magical torture method, "Although I have only had a romantic relationship with a few of them, I don't want to make them suffer!"

"You have some conscience," Priscilla sarcastically said, and the three witchers readily responded.

"Let's do it this way, you can ask them out when the time comes," Roy said in a low voice, noticing the movement around him, "Let's sneak into the house and search for the map."

The bard thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

His six old friends, including two escort women, work in the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and Kingfisher Tavern respectively, a married woman of a small nobleman, a tailor, a prostitute who still has charm, and even a Believers of Eternal Fire.

His tastes are also varied, human beings, half-elf hybrids, young girls like flowers and jade, and mature women.

Roy watched the bard for a long time, and saw that the latter was uncomfortable, "Yanfu is not shallow!" He was more female than Geralt, a self-propelled pile driver, and he suspected that Dandelion was the protagonist of this world's destiny. .

The young witcher asked himself, then shook his head, not everyone has the ability to see one and love the other, and at the same time deal with the gossip of a bunch of women.

"A field that is not tilled,

Only dead cows, take care of yourselves, Master Dandelion. Oakes patted the poet on the shoulder earnestly, the latter was not ashamed, but secretly proud, "The master does not bother, there are always men with natural needs and outstanding abilities who enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by 'flowers and butterflies'. , and I happen to be one of them. "

"Dare to show off your abilities in front of witchers, you are very confident..."

"No, no, compared to several masters, I'm probably a little weaker. After all, I haven't gone through the green grass trial, and that organ still belongs to the category of a normal person." He said modestly, and asked cheekily, "Our plan is to make a decision. Right? When will the action start? In addition, I also invited several masters to donate generously to impress the beauties, but they have to spend a lot of money to prepare…”

The three witchers opened their mouths, inexplicably feeling like they were being tricked.

Priscilla covered her mouth with a chuckle.

"I'm still curious, what did the masters chat with Mr. Steward just now?" Dandelion couldn't think of what a high-level gangster had to chat with a witcher.

"Poggart wanted to entrust us, but we refused."

...

The crowd left the vanilla hotel.

two hours later.

A minstrel with a feathered hat sat in the middle, strode arrogantly, and winked at a young girl with pigtails hanging down to her hips on the street, who immediately ran away with her blushing pretty face covered.

Three witcher bodyguards flanked him.

Then there was a young witcher, his eyes calm and thoughtful.

A beautiful blond woman followed behind, staring at the backs of the three witchers, holding a pen and a roll of paper in her hand, walking slowly while writing non-stop.

"The Snake of the Hunt"

Hair like the wings of a raven, like the moonlight in the night

Dark golden eyes sleep with lightning

His expression was like a pendant around his neck, hard as steel, cold as iron, sharper than a diamond, cutting through the enemy's arteries..."

...

"I have to remind you, Master Dandelion, don't rely on our protection to sway the market and be more restrained."

In just two hours, several people searched the rooms of the two escorts at the Golden Sturgeon Tavern and the Kingfisher Tavern, as well as the "Passiflora" bustard. It's a pity that things are not there with them.

As for the process, the bard probably used the witcher's money to invite the target to another room to eat and chat for fun.

Every time it takes no more than ten minutes to finish, and during the period, you have to ask about the map, and the real battle time is even less. Contrary to what he said he was talented.

Roy wondered how the bard got into the Duchess of Toussaint.

Relying on his sharp tongue and three-inch incorrupt tongue?

"Don't worry," the poet laughed dryly, "I feel like I'm getting close to my goal."

Soon, everyone came to the pink-painted house and hid in the alley, stunned to see a scowling elf woman dressed as a boss standing on the balcony, cursing with a swear word that was not repeated from beginning to end. the poet for a full ten minutes.

After calming down, Dandelion walked away with a quail like his.

The witcher took the opportunity to sneak in.

However, the map was not found, but a whole room of new clothes was found: lawyer clothes, princess dresses, ladies' clothes... There are all kinds of uniforms, which are amazing.

And they're all women's.

"I never knew that this guy has such a strong taste..." Priscilla's pretty face changed.

"Are all artists so open?" Roy admitted that bards have a good aesthetic for women. Whether they are two escort girls or a prostitute, they are all plump and hot types, but for men...

What the hell is a man?

"Ox, why did you steal someone's short skirt? Where did you hide it!" Serret seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and shouted out in broad daylight.

"Shut up! Be quiet!" Oakes covered his brother's mouth angrily. Facing Roy and Priscilla's strange eyes, he sneered and threw the skirt on the ground, "I think this skirt and The clothes inside don't match the style, so please do him a favor... Don't believe me? Hey, what kind of eyes do you guys look at, am I that kind of person?"

Roy picked up the skirt with a half-smiling smile, "Ox, I'll put this stuff away for you first, maybe you'll need it later!"

Like when drunk.

Roy added in his mind.

This time the date was relatively long, and the first one to return to the pink house was the tailor Ariel. He seemed to have been moistened by the rain, with a ruddy and radiant complexion.

Dandelion appeared after him for a while. His face was morbidly pale, his steps were sluggish, and he was sweating profusely.

"Lord Dandelion, do you want to take care of your health and take a rest?"

"No!" The bard's swollen eyes shot a ray of paranoia, and his trembling fingers clung to the witcher's shoulders.

In fact, he didn't do anything, just kept scraping his stomach, racking his brains to think of poetry to praise Ariel.

Complimenting people is a technical job, especially for a long time.

"I must find the map today, otherwise wouldn't I have failed a few sponsors?"

The witcher nodded, agreeing a little bit with this rambunctious and indecent poet.

The next target of the crowd is the female believer of the eternal fire, who lives in the residential area near the pier of the bridge leading to Temple Island, north of Novigrad.

They had a little trouble crossing an alley.

Suddenly, eight people in black clothes and leather hats walked out of the alley, walking straight towards the few people, but they didn't get too close, but lined up to guard the alley. They were holding strange looped objects in their hands that looked like ropes. The three witchers looked around and moved their shoulders.

They sensed vigilance and restrained hostility in the eyes of the man in black.

Dandelion groaned.

"Several masters, please calm down, they are temple guards," the bard whispered a little uncertainly. "It should be a routine check. After all, a few are a little different."

Temple guard, guardian of the eternal fire?

Roy glanced at the guy in the man in black again. It was not the ordinary whip he thought at first, but a special Lamia whip.

"Dear Chapelle..."

The man named Chapelle stopped and looked at them carefully. Roy noticed that his unusually cold eyes reflected metallic colors, his forehead was unusually covered with sweat, and there were mottled red spots on his cheeks.

"The talented Mr. Dandelion, Ms. Priscilla..." He glanced at the pendant between the Demon Hunter's neck and said loudly, "There are also three representatives of the Demon Hunters from the Snake Sect, are you going to Temple Island? Are you going to pray to the eternal fire?"

"Uh, that's not it..." Dandelion wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I'm going to meet a female friend."

Chapelle's chin was raised at the three witchers, but the witchers didn't answer.

"These three snake masters are the bodyguards I hired," the bard rolled his eyes and continued, "Your lord should have heard of it, there are always people in Novigrad who are jealous of my handsomeness and slander me for hooking up with them. My daughter-in-law, for the sake of personal safety, to avoid being hired to murder by some jealous and irrational guys... So I hired three masters."

"is that so?"

The witcher nodded silently.

"I can testify, Lord Chapelle..." Priscilla said softly, "the three masters are indeed Dandelion's hired bodyguards."

"That's the case." Chapelle's suspicious eyes swept over the three witchers again, "Several of them can be unimpeded in Novigrad. But I have a few words of advice for the master of the Snake Sect."

"I know that some cities do not have the sacred protection of eternal fire, so messy monsters will be born, but these things do not exist in Novigrad. I hope that several masters can use your weapons and seals carefully, and don't aim them at Novi Good citizen of Grey, and believer of Eternal Fire."

"Of course..." Roy nodded, the gang members were definitely not good people.

"The witcher is not a butcher. Your worries are unnecessary."

"The most important point," Chapelle emphasized, "I have heard that the witchers have no faith, and I respect that, but I hope you will respect the Eternal Fire and refrain from any desecration of it. , whoever dares to blaspheme, I will put him at the stake with my own hands. In Novigrad, everyone is equal before the law, and anyone who blasphemes the eternal fire will perish in the flames, and his assets will be confiscated! I Enough has been said, and you must remember this advice."

"The eternal fire watches all beings."

Chapelle drew a circle on his chest, stared at them for a moment, then turned and crossed the alley head-on, a line of guards armed with Lamia whips followed him, quickly disappearing .

"Damn it!" Dandelion cried out in relief as he watched them go.

Priscilla also had a visibly relaxed look on her face.

"Who is Chapelle? How does he know us if you are so scared?"

"That's the security officer. Novigrad's intelligence agency is attached to the church. He is not a priest, but he is the highest official. He is the most powerful and dangerous person in the city."

"Everyone, including the city council and the major guilds, shudders when confronted with him. He has a lot of bad deeds, and many disappearances without leaving a trace, torture, masked killers, intimidation, blackmail, theft, are all related to him. Thank you. Well, witcher, he let you go so easily!"

"That's right, a few masters, you'd better take a detour when you see Chapelle in the future, especially if you're still involved with the Willie Gang, don't let him get caught." Otherwise he has countless ways to keep you in Novigrad forever."

The witcher nodded, taking the guy to heart.

...

About a quarter of an hour later, Dandelion saw the female believer of the Eternal Fire, a beautiful and shy little girl with freckles on her face.

Surprisingly, without waiting for the witcher to search, the girl automatically handed over the map the poet had left in her house.

The witcher got his wish.

But unsurprisingly, the map was not detailed, just a simple depiction of the Kaldwin frontier, an area at the foot of the Blue Mountains, without the exact location of Kyle Morhan.

The wolf faction kept a hand, and within the month of reincarnation, they would send someone to meet them at that foothold.