The Divine Hunter

The witcher stepped on a layer of viscous blood, dropped several corpses, and came to the second floor, where a woman was wailing.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

"Who? Billy? Just stand outside, busy!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bastard! You dare to knock, you can't do it! Don't you peel off your skin?!"

After a vicious curse and a rush of footsteps.

The door is open.

A young face appeared, and the later generations of Hawthorne II, who had been outrageously perverted, were less than twenty years old, with greasy dark blond hair, bloodshot blue eyes, mean lips and a sinister nose bridge inherited from his father.

The figure is thin and small, and the exposed upper body is full of ribs, like an underdeveloped child.

However, this guy has a good temper.

Crooked mouth and slanted eyes, full of perverse swearing.

"Do you know the rules, son of a bitch, dare to disturb my interest at this time!?"

Cyprian Willie suddenly stagnates, and his face is full of doubts——

"No, no, you... who are you?"

This completely unfamiliar visitor outside the door, with handsome and crisp facial features, and a slender figure, is he much more beautiful than the group of rough men of the Willy Gang?

And this dark golden vertical pupil...

The strange blood light behind...

The long sword that drips blood down...

"hiss--"

His eyelids twitched.

"The one who cleans up the trash!"

As soon as the words fell, the witcher struck the man's lower abdomen with a lightning-like kick, kicked him back two meters, knelt on the ground, and mourned while clutching his stomach.

Roy dragged his long sword and strode into the door.

look around,

The eyes could not help but congeal.

The luxuriously decorated and splendid room has an eye-catching big bed in the center, and around the dressing mirror are placed all kinds of cruel torture tools - tweezers, knives, steel needles, leather whips.

A poor man was buried in the bed, his smooth back full of marks of whipping and torture.

In the witcher's keen sense, she was out of breath.

Apparently he suffered a lot before he died.

"Ten years earlier, the perverted person is still perverted."

"Cyprian Willie, from now on, you will never have a chance to hurt anyone!"

A cold light flashed in Roy's eyes, and Guwei Xier danced the sword flower, and he needed a sword to solve this mess!

"Wait! Don't kill me, I'll tell you a secret!"

Hawthorne II's eyes were split, and he shouted suddenly!

"Alphonse's treasure, crown, gem! Please!"

In just a short moment, he has analyzed the situation in front of him.

Since this stranger with beast pupils and bloodstains can come here, it can only mean that the guards of the entire manor, including his father, have suffered an accident!

Thinking back to just now, I was in the midst of extreme excitement, and the door that I ignored was mourning faintly.

No matter how unbelievable it is, you have to believe it.

But he is still young, he hasn't heard enough screams of beauty, and he doesn't want to die at all!

The sword, which was as sharp as mud, dragged a shallow blood on the man's neck, and then he couldn't move forward.

Dark gold's pupil flashed the color of thought.

Before that, Roy only planned to solve the troubles once and for all, and never thought about robbing property.

But when the other party mentioned it like this, he couldn't help but take heart.

The Viper School is too short of money, and as one of the four giants, Alphonse Willie has ruled the gang for more than ten years and accumulated countless wealth. How much money can he save?

"Cough cough... This, boss, master, lord... You killed Alphonse, right?" Cyprian observed the other's expression, folded his hands without dignity, knelt on the ground, and begged in a low voice,

"Give me a yard, I know he hides his property there, I'll take you to the back room of the manor, money, jewelry, antiques, too many to count, enough for you to spend a few lifetimes!"

"Let you go and take revenge on me?" The witcher raised an eyebrow.

"No, no! My lord, believe me! Alphonse deserves it!" The man's expression changed suddenly, and he scolded his father fiercely, "I want him to die, I want to slash him! He is a pervert. ,demon!"

"Look, this is all his handwriting." He turned around suddenly, revealing his terrifying back.

There are old wounds, redness, and scabs all over the place, probably the result of prolonged whiplash.

"That old man of Alphonse tortures me every day. If something goes wrong, or on a whim, he whips, punches and kicks!"

Roy's face was moved.

What is this called? A double father and son, are both big perverts?

A father who is in a high position and lacks nothing, yet commits such beastly acts to his only relative.

Maybe the person in front of him became so vicious, perverse, and neurotic, and he grew into a scum. There was also a reason for the long-term "education" of the father.

Cyprian noticed that the witcher's face had softened, and he was relieved. An ugly smile appeared on his morbid face, like a mangy dog, and said, "You killed the enemy for me, I am so happy and grateful that it is too late. , how can revenge be possible?"

"As long as you say a word, from today and now, Cyprian Willie will be your most loyal servant, your old dog... to handle all your troubles."

But that's not an excuse for you to be perverted!

"Sorry... the secret room, wealth, I want it, but you..."

Roy shook his head, took a last look at the corpse on the bed, and the five fingers on his left hand outlined a cyan inverted triangle.

Fayin was reflected in his pupils, and the man's body was shocked instantly, his eyes were as dull as puppets.

Then, his mouth opened and closed stiffly, cooperating with the witcher's questions and answers.

Two minutes passed.

Roy got the answer he wanted, and sent the long sword forward, passing through his eyes neatly and into his brain.

Hawthorne II fell forward and fell into eternal sleep without pain.

"Kill... EXP +20, the witcher buzzes—"

The snake-sect steel sword groaned softly and drew a dazzling arc. A Willie Gang thug with a hand axe instantly covered his neck and spit out a few words vaguely.

He fell into a pool of blood, his body twitched for a while, and he returned to dead silence.

Oaks exhaled, tore a cloth from the corpse, wiped the flesh and blood from the steel sword with the rain, and looked around with amber pupils.

At this moment, Serrit and Phryus also ended the battle, doing the cleaning and finishing work, and there was no one alive except the three standing witchers.

In the spacious courtyard, there were no less than forty corpses lying on the ground, and the rainwater accumulated on the ground was stained with blood red.

This raid has come to an end.

...

The three poured into the villa.

After a search, I met the bald man and Roy.

The five witchers were almost unscathed, but their mana and stamina consumed a lot, and their faces were not very good.

"Guys, I have an unexpected gain..." Roy glanced at his bloodstained, tired-looking companion, and reported the good news, "I found a secret room for treasures."

"I also found out by accident." The bald man suddenly turned around and raised his chin toward the kitchen of the villa in the distance. "I heard it right, there is a fish that slipped through the net."

A few people caught a chubby cook in a white apron under the kitchen table, huddled in the corner like a frozen quail, shivering and pleading with her face covered.

"Don't kill me...please...I don't see anything...don't know anything!"

Leto's eyes swirled around his companion, "What to do now, you decide."

The manor's destruction plan was almost a complete success. The core members of the Willie Gang died, and they just happened to meet the sky-the torrential rain of the cover operation.

But now there is one more variable, an eyewitness and witness.

Oaks and Serrit looked at each other, and Roy rubbed his temples.

The owl crossed his arms around his chest, looked down at the fat woman, and suddenly said,

"I killed a hundred."

"Woohoo ... good, master! My child is just three years old and can't lose his mother!"

The fat woman trembled even more, screaming like an old hen, and a puddle of water appeared under her apron.

"Didn't we agree before we came here that we will only kill Willy Gang members?" Roy gritted his teeth. Although he killed a lot of people, as a witcher, he still had to have some principles and try not to kill indiscriminately.

"Innocents shouldn't be implicated, I have a better idea."

"My seal is not exquisite enough... Can you use Akshi to erase her memory about today's action?"

"Small meaning..." Oaks' face lost the optimism he used to be, and frowned, "But have you thought about it? This is not reliable enough, it will last for a year or two at most... A clever warlock can restore her memory immediately."

"Roy, don't you think it's funny? When you deal with bodyguards and thugs, you will let them go a yard?" The vulture raised his chin and expressed his strong objection.

"You two have made a decision," Letho turned to Serrit with a blank expression.

The witcher with the hairband thought for two seconds, then suddenly wiped his neck.

"I support the owl, and I won't stay alive."

"Uuuu... spare my life!"

"Just be quiet if you want to live! Oakes?"

The hooded witcher glared at his brother displeasedly, "Give her a chance to live."

"I agree with this. Killing her won't necessarily hide the investigation of the Big Three and Eternal Fire," the bald man concluded, "Now three to two, Owl, what do you think?"

The grey-green pupils of the cat pie witcher swept across the fat woman again,

"If she is lucky, let's use Fayin."

...

Five minutes later, everyone left the fat cook who lost her memory and fell asleep, and came to the room where Alphonse Willie was.

Roy found a thick yellow book on the bookshelf. After rotating it for a week, a keyhole was exposed on the delicate wall on the left, and then a key was put in, which was taken from the still warm body of the manor owner.

Gently twist.

"Card--"

The delicate mechanism was triggered, and the wall made a loud noise, opening to the side, revealing a narrow secret room.

Everyone glanced inside and was immediately dazzled by the colorful collection.

There are three full chests, containing yellow crowns, gorgeous jewelry and gold...and quaint books.

"Sapphire, diamond, fluorite... My dear, there is still spinel, and the value is not less than fifty crowns." Oaks was amazed and picked up a crystal clear ruby ​​the size of a fist, "Tsk tsk, such a large volume, No woman can resist its temptation, I can guarantee that if I give it to a sorceress, it will definitely be pleasing to you, dating for ten days and a half months in a row... um... for you, Roy!"

"Well, what are you doing for me?" The young witcher was stunned for a moment, and Anjin's pupils showed doubts.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, use it to please Rita Ned... and this stuff!"

The witcher threw another beautiful necklace of pearls, each pearl the size of a little fingertip.

Roy glared at him fiercely, but took the opportunity to put the necklace into the space and fiddle with the pile of books.

"Winter, The Price of Love, are all poetry, out-of-print manuscripts... With jewels, Alphonse Willie has a poet's heart."

Lesso, Serrit, and Phryus were fiddling with a box of krones, and Gu Jing Bubo's face showed a look of surprise,

"Guys, this time we're prosperous! A box this big has to weigh two or three hundred pounds, at least ten thousand crowns."

"In addition to jewelry and gold, according to the market price of Novigrad, the total value is at least..." Serrit rubbed his chin to estimate the market, "30,000 crowns."

For such a large sum of money, a normal witcher would probably have to earn decades, and a commoner would have to spend two lifetimes.

"Sure enough, this is the fastest way to get money."

"With a few boxes of treasures, what kind of house do you want?!" Oakes' breathing became heavier, his eyes were dyed golden yellow, and he waved his hand richly, his face flushed and said impassively, "Let's buy a castle directly in Keville, No, buy a piece of land and build a manor as a new base!"

"Wake up, don't dream first!" Serret patted his brother's cheek to bring him back to his senses, "Brother Vulture also has a share of the money, let's score a point!"

"Let's go out and talk about it..." Ferius calmed down a little bit of rapid breathing, "I'll just give me two crowns at that time, I won't talk about it more!"

Originally, he only planned to help for free this time, but also personal favor.

However, the wealth and silk are touching, and such a large sum of money is delivered to the door, and the materials required for his student Carl to conduct the green grass trial are quite expensive.

"The Viper School doesn't have a tradition of greed for trophies," Lesso said solemnly. "Two crowns is not enough, it will be divided equally at that time! Don't talk about it... that's the decision!"

"Now, Brother Vulture, if you can trust us," the four Snakes exchanged glances, "Let me and Roy put away this pile of things first? Otherwise, it's hard to take them out."

"Um…"

Moments later, Roy stowed the entire box of gold and jewelry into the loot parcel, while Leto stowed the crown into the space ring.

As for that box of out-of-print poems.

Oaks has selected one of the most vivid love poems.

The rest remained untouched and left to the latecomers.

After the chamber is closed again.

Everyone was happy.

When someone tried so hard to open the secret room, but found a bunch of poems, what kind of expression would they have?

Angry alive?

...

In fact, Roy still has some regrets. Cyprian Willy's "Last Words" revealed that the wealth hidden in the secret room is less than one-tenth of the wealth that Alphonse owns.

This gang boss knows the truth of the three caves of the cunning rabbit.

Most of the treasure was hidden elsewhere, and the exact location was not even told to the own son.

There is also a considerable part of the property, about a hundred thousand crowns, which has been laundered through some channels and deposited in the Vivaldi Bank in Novigrad, where it earns interest.

Because of the imperial garrison in the Amer Mountains, there are signs of economic turmoil in the northern countries.

As a city-state with free business, Novigrad is the most prosperous place in the north, and the forged Krona coins are the best value preservation, and it is always right to eat some interest.

It's a pity that the witcher can't get this money, only Alphons himself can get it with the certificate.

"It's time to be satisfied. After collecting the debt, I picked up a large sum of money in vain. How should I use it?"

Thinking about this question, five ghostly figures climbed over the courtyard wall one after another against the torrential rain.