The Divine Hunter

Sunny morning.

A converted warehouse by the canal in the southeast corner of Novigrad.

In 1261, the Nova City Fighting Tournament kicked off.

This competition has a long history, first appearing hundreds of years ago in the celebration of human victory over elves.

Later, in order to exercise the physical fitness of the people and stimulate the will to fight to cope with the frequent conflicts between kingdoms, the rulers retained the sport, and it has continued to be a popular traditional sport today, second only to Gwent.

No matter which city in the north, outside the tavern or in the alley, you can always see sweaty, muscular men in a circle, waving their fists and cheering.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, brave and fearless boxers, welcome you to the annual Nuocheng Boxing Tournament..." the middle-aged host with oily hair said aloud, "The drowsy , Have you seen enough of the long and boring Quint game? Next, we will present you with the most exciting, hearty and exciting game! Let you experience a feast of blood and death at close range!"

The host's gaze swept across the three major gangs around, more than a hundred boxers with sturdy expressions, and the boxers immediately responded by waving their fists and roaring in anger.

Blood and male hormones flooded the entire warehouse.

"Are you ready, everyone? I have seen the answer from your eager faces. But please allow me to say a few more words," the host smiled. "This competition has prepared the most considerate service for the distinguished guests. , drinks, food, everything, and music...no music is more beautiful than the battle cry of the warriors."

The more peripheral audience blushed with excitement, and some middle-aged ladies couldn't help touching the developed muscles of the boxers who were close to Chi Chi, and then their delicate bodies shivered.

When the audience heard this, they flocked frantically to the man with the bamboo basket around their waist, threw bags of coins at him like a nouveau riche, and spit all over their faces!

Crazier than the peasants in the morning market.

"Dark Scarecrow No. 13, ten crowns!"

"Snakeskin alligator number thirty-five, twenty crowns!"

"Desert Butcher No. 68, fifty crowns!"

…

"Underground fighting competitions have only one purpose,

Make the opponent incapacitated, or take the initiative to admit defeat, and win the 'Fist of Wrath'. "Francis Bellan stood on the second floor of the warehouse, with his hands on the railing, overlooking the crowded scene below," but there is a premise, within the scope of the rules... any cheating is prohibited, and the offenders are directly eliminated, or even chopped up Stomp your feet and get banned forever! "

"How many masters think this rule makes sense?"

Five meters away, on the other side of the warehouse, Roy glanced at the beggar king, the butcher, and the crowd of thugs around the collector, and exchanged glances with the two companions.

Only him, Leto, and Serrit were present at the meeting this time.

Oaks and Phillis are still outside to avoid the limelight, so as not to be trapped and caught.

However, he did not expect that the Big Three would actually come to negotiate in person, which was considered enough face.

The Beggar King is not much different from the kindness and kindness in his impression. In fact, in later generations, when warlocks and non-human races were persecuted by the eternal fire, it was this one who stood up and only received a meager reward to provide life-saving in the base camp rotten forest. shelter and asylum.

He hated any fanaticism and discrimination, which Roy admired.

The butcher's hair style is exactly the same as Cantila's, but his temper does not seem to be as violent as he imagined. In the face of at least three witchers, he and a group of small fortress-like men keep silent.

The collector Olof Beard was actually a warlock. The amulets and rings all over his body exuded faint elemental fluctuations, his eyes were disdainful, and his face was the worst.

Quite unexpected.

People who spend all their time studying magic usually don't have much time to spend on power drills.

If there are exceptions, according to Roy's memory, most of them are conspirators!

"Of course, if there are no rules and principles, wouldn't the whole world be in chaos?" The bald man replied on behalf of the witcher, "So the last action only punished the offenders and did not hurt any innocent people."

"You let that poor woman go. I knew at the time that the master is a man of principles!" The cockscomb-headed dwarf waved to the side, and suddenly a bearded, muscular dwarf woman was holding a bottle of red wine The more and more people came out, filled the cups, three witchers, three giants of Novigrad, and one cup.

"I appreciate principles the most! Just like myself, as long as you don't touch my bottom line, everyone is a good brother, a good buddy, otherwise I swear! I will definitely take the guts of that blind guy out of his belly button and tie a knot, Throw it into the sea to feed the sharks!"

"This cup is for the precious principle of the masters!" The dwarf suddenly raised the cup,

Under the bright lights, amid the roar of voices, six hands raised their cups.

All in one drink!

"I drank the wine too," Olof Beard suddenly put down his glass and said coldly, "Witcher, should I give an explanation? When I first arrived in Nuocheng, I was lawless and killed one of our colleagues, no matter what. For what reason, you all made a big mistake!"

"Oh, Your Excellency is going to settle accounts with us?" The three witchers raised their heads suddenly, and three pairs of beast-like vertical pupils stared directly at them with a compelling aura.

Those cold eyes were piercing like a knife, the collector's breath stagnated, and the magic in his body stopped for a while.

The men behind him suddenly crowded up.

"Calm down! Your Excellency Olof, don't let your people retire. We didn't agree that peace is the most valuable thing in this negotiation." The Beggar King asked.

The man snorted coldly and resignedly repelled his subordinates.

"Several masters, don't be impatient. This meeting is not for guilt, but for peace. Let's put all our differences on the surface and have an open discussion!"

"This is the best way, we don't want to make more killings." Leto said calmly.

"We also knew privately... what Alphonse Willy did," the beggar king rubbed his golden seal ring and glanced downstairs. The two muscular men in the center of the ring with fists wrapped in cloth belts had already started to fight each other. , "It is true that you provoked a few masters for no reason, but you directly destroyed his headquarters without even giving a chance to explain, or let us mediate from it. Is it... overreacting, too cruel... Right, then The master of the cat faction is not here this time, can you represent him with full authority?"

"Your Excellency Bei Lan, we have a deadly friendship with Cat Pie's brother, no doubt, choose for him!"

"Besides, I'm sorry if the previous revenge action made you feel uncomfortable..." Serrit stepped forward, Amber's pupils swept away, and his attitude was tough, "But this is the code of conduct for witchers. Our attitude with Lord Cleaver Consistent, the bottom line cannot be violated. Those who touch it will surely die!"

People are not cruel, they can't stand steady!

If they weren't tough enough, I'm afraid it wasn't old Willie who died.

"But what's going on with your bottom line?" The butcher raised his voice, "We have to make it clear and set up a charter, so that the tragedy cannot be repeated again - in the future, if any of our subordinates accidentally offend a few, you will call over. , to kill them all."

"It's really necessary to make a rule." Roy glanced at his companion, and the two nodded at him, then said loudly, "Our bottom line is very simple, as long as we don't deliberately provoke and harass our friends and family, naturally we won't. Force will be used."

"Everyone is safe and sound, everyone is happy!"

The beggar king heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and then he was surprised.

"It's a reasonable request, but you're serious, Master Roy? It's that simple?"

"What do you think? We never thought of going against the overlords of Nuocheng..." Roy bowed his head and sighed, "Everything before was just a forced counter-attack!"

The big three's eyelids jumped, good guy, forced to helpless, this is not the reason to kill people.

"That's easy to handle. From today onwards, I, Francis Bellan, Carlo Varese (Cleaver), and Olof Beard, will all explain it to restrain the people under my command! There will never be another bastard. Egg dares to embarrass the master. Otherwise, we will catch it personally and hand it over to you!"

"If the masters don't believe it, what about the rules of the city of commerce? The gang and the witcher, make an agreement, written in black and white." The butcher suggested,

"Then I'll take care of the bosses," Lesso said with a calm expression, as if everything was expected.

"Next, there is a crucial question... What are the plans of the masters in the future?" The Beggar King instructed his subordinates, his eyes swept down the stage, the match was already heated up, and two boxers with blood on their faces scuffled in Together, roll in the ring.

The woman screamed in excitement.

"Settle down in Nuocheng, or leave?"

The Big Three quietly pricked up their ears.

No one wanted the grouped witchers to stay.

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" Serrit suddenly laughed on the witcher's side, "but in a few months, we should visit our friends from another school. The wolf school, have you heard of it? ?"

"It's a matter of courtesy, when the time comes, should you invite the brothers from the Wolf faction to Nuocheng?" Lesuo said with deep meaning, "I think the bosses also understand... There are fewer and fewer witchers in the world. If there are not many gatherings, Together, it's easy to be bullied...even if everyone is a disciplined person."

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The Big Three fell silent.

Originally, the snake pie and the cat pie were already tricky enough. If there was another wolf pie, it would be like a sword hanging over the head, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Even if the witcher was bluffing, they couldn't help but be afraid.

The careful thought of collectors has also died down.

"Listen to the meanings of several masters, are you going to develop in Nuocheng for a long time?"

"Nuo City is the most developed economy in the North, and there are countless transactions every day. It's easy to feed a dozen witchers, right?" Roy pointed out, "We don't have much appetite, and the cost is not enough. to one percent of your gang."

When the Big Three heard the words, their expressions softened slightly.

What they worried about most was that the witcher was standing on the top of the mountain, trying to get bigger.

"In order to express our 'welcome' to our new friends, we have a present for you," said the Beggar King according to the set discussed earlier, "Old Willie made an appointment with us before he passed away, and this year's fighting competition will decide whether a piece will be free of charge. Ownership of the Land of the Lord."

"Roughly a street in the business district."

"Thanks to a few gifts, we have reached an agreement in private..." The Beggar King exhaled, "The two shops in this street are given to a few masters for free."

"Write into the business agreement - freehold property rights, in addition to the normal business tax paid to the church every month, the three gangsters will not charge any protection fees." The butcher assured, "and there are no restrictions on types: pharmacy, clothing store, blacksmith shop , grocery store... as you wish. We will take care of the eternal fire."

"As long as the three major gangs exist, there is still a day left, as long as you abide by the business rules and don't take the initiative to provoke or sabotage." Olof sighed, suddenly a little disinterested, but the situation was not as good as others, he couldn't help but bow his head, "This agreement it works."

"Otherwise... the ugly words are ahead," the beggar king's voice became more severe than ever before, "if the masters dare to make unprovoked shots and break the rules! Two old friends and I, even if the gang refuses, we will make a few blood debts for blood. Compensation!"

This is a result of the discussion between the three giants - to give the witchers a place, two shops are enough, so that they can operate with peace of mind.

With concerns and fetters, there are scruples, and honestly abide by the trade rules of the Free City.

After all, the most terrifying thing is a madman who is unconcerned and uncontrolled.

And the three gangsters didn't pay anything, and the benefits far exceeded the witcher-the only thing that was lost from the beginning to the end was the dead ghost.

...

"Breathe... breathe..." The excitement on Roy's face disappeared in a flash.

He began to wonder if the previous Snake faction was too low-key?

Swallowing one's voice, being insulted repeatedly, using one hand to kill, yet there are so many unexpected benefits?

After thinking for a moment, he was relieved.

To be precise, this is the power of unity, and the combined strength of the witchers is enough to make the three gangs fear.

In exchange for a single witcher who commits such crimes, he can only be wanted and hunted to death!

But this opportunity is never again!

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Serrit and Leto looked at each other, only to find that the other's expressions were a little weird.

They traveled around the world for decades.

Live by accepting commissions and hunting monsters.

I never thought that I would have a fixed industry outside the old Snake School, Gusvid, and the new school in the future.

A dazed look flashed in the eyes of the bald man. He was good at wielding swords, tracking and alchemy, but he knew nothing about business operations and had never had any experience in this area.

Serrit's face was full of light. In fact, as an encyclopedia of the Snake School, he always wanted to try more possibilities than fighting.

The premise is that it does not contradict the revival snake faction!

"The three bosses are kind, we accept it!" Serret smiled happily, "If you don't mind, you can sign the agreement now."

After a while, the agreement in quadruplicate was signed and signed, and it was quickly settled.

Several hands, clasped together firmly and firmly.

"Then, Master of the Snake School, happy cooperation!" The three giants were relieved and showed a relaxed smile, "I'll send someone to get the land deed!"