The Divine Hunter

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Night falls.

After the witcher buried the four remains in the cemetery, mourned them, and returned to Kyle Morhan.

Dinner this day was extraordinarily dull.

Everyone listlessly bowed their heads and pulled the food on the plate.

Roy looked around at his silent companions. Under the lights, each face had different expressions, either sad, frustrated, or faintly angry...

They were intoxicated with their emotions.

No one got up and started.

"Guys, although the deceased has received a decent funeral, it's not enough." Roy couldn't help but speak,

"The bloody lessons are in front of us, and we must learn from the experience!"

Everyone was awakened by the sudden sound, and several pairs of amber vertical pupils turned to the seats. The youngest witcher couldn't help listening.

"A single school, even in its heyday, cannot resist the violence instigated by warlocks with ulterior motives!"

"In order to live up to the sacrifices of the seniors of the school and to avoid a repeat of the tragedy two hundred years ago—"

Roy's tone stopped, he suddenly got up from his seat, his voice became more high-pitched and loud,

"The witchers must unite, watch and help each other, and jointly defend against foreign enemies!"

"Roy, are you referring to the alliance between the Wolf faction and the Snake faction?" Vesemir's vicissitudes of life showed relief, and he turned to look at the three students, who nodded. "I think it should be fine, but the specifics..."

"Not just alliances," Roy said excitedly, "I mean closer ties, two schools fused together, further brothers—"

"Cough cough!" The bald man suddenly interrupted the student's speech, gave him a stern look, and changed the subject, "Brothers, let's talk about something more pragmatic."

"Now that all six blueprints have been found, what are your plans for the next, or forge all the weapons and equipment?"

"This kind of thing can't be rushed." Geralt waved his hand, "Everyone has seen the blueprint,

When it comes to new alloys, it costs a lot of money. According to the income level of our industry, even if Lambert and Eskar and I spend a year on the commission, we may not be able to save this amount of money. . "

Lambert and Escal looked embarrassed.

As the most traditional witchers, they usually only accept the task of slaying monsters - dangerous and costly.

Repairing equipment, replenishing potions, healing wounds, rushing on the road... all of them are deducted, and there is not much left in the reward.

After so many years, the four of them couldn't save enough money to repair Kyle Morhan from beginning to end.

Everyone in the Snake faction has also read the drawings. Aigar is worthy of being the first-generation legendary witcher. The weapons and armors handed down by him are exquisite and novel, and the cost and forging difficulty exceeds that of the cat faction, snake faction, and flying lion that the demon hunters have seen. Strange.

Such a set of wolf pie equipment, conservatively estimated, can't be built without three or four kilograms.

This is indeed a huge sum of money.

If the Snake faction deducted the bumper harvest of the giants in the settlement of Nuocheng, the total property would be more than 2,000 crowns.

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"In addition to the issue of money, blacksmith selection is also very important. The forging process recorded on the blueprint is quite complicated. I don't think anyone except forging masters can make it perfectly."

Escal shook his head,

"Oh, Master Vesemir can't do it either?"

"Walin is the casting tutor," the old man shook his head, his face gloomy, as if he was still immersed in the memories of the day, "My blacksmithing skills can only be considered improvised. After all, hundreds of years are not in vain, but I lack a little talent. , sometimes it is just a little bit worse, and it will never be able to reach the level of a master. The whole wolf faction has only Bei…”

The old man's voice stopped, and the conversation changed, "It's impossible to convert the blueprint into a finished product in a short time. You might as well take it and make it again."

…

"Let's leave aside the choice of blacksmith."

"Master Vesemir, we have a proposal for your faction's lack of funds," Serret said. "How many would you like to hear?"

"tell me the story."

"It would be too inefficient to make money by commission alone. We found another way to make money - just in Novigrad, the Snake Pie made a big deal not long ago, and got it from a 'rich man' Two shops in the business district…”

"What entrustment, can you introduce it to me? No," Lambert was startled, his eyes suspicious, "Could it be that you robbed a big family?"

"Uh... that's not the point." Serret's cheeks twitched. "We opened a pharmacy, a dance hall. We hooked up with a giant in No City."

"The pharmacy will definitely not be just one. When the headquarters of Nuocheng is stabilized, we will continue to expand to other cities."

"The alliance between Kyle Morhan and our Snake faction is a foregone conclusion."

"As allies, if you are willing, you can help us in the branch in the future. Use alchemy technology and force to invest. It will definitely make more money than dirty and dangerous hunting commissions."

"If you think it's boring, there is another way. The collector of Nuocheng has a good relationship with us. He is happy to hire a few masters who are generally skilled and principled."

"The job content is simple, the schedule is free, and it is mainly responsible for the training of subordinates and security work. The salary is absolutely satisfactory to you."

It is also one of the plans of everyone to deepen the connection with the wolf faction by involving interests.

Lambert was clearly moved after hearing this.

Young people don't mind trying something new.

"Why do I feel that the four of you have dug a hole in advance and are waiting for us to jump down? First find the blueprint, just because there is a lack of funds to buy materials, and then take advantage of the situation to 'coax us over'." Geralt said slowly, his eyes Sweep the other witchers,

"But I'm sorry. According to the tradition of the wolf faction, we mainly deal with monsters for a living, run to be full-time alchemists, and serve as long-term bodyguards for rich people. What kind of witchers are we?"

"We appreciate the kindness of several of you."

"Geralt, Vesemir, Iskar, you are really traditional."

Roy shook his head helplessly and angrily. After a series of events in the past few days, he really couldn't understand the wolf faction's approach.

Taking ancient traditions as a standard, still being reviled by the world, living in poverty, watching the decline of the school day by day, and letting such a large fortress stand in tatters for hundreds of years without even being able to repair it.

Never actively seek change.

Even the Snake faction now has an opportunity for change in sight.

They are also reluctant to try.

Roy can't stand it! He's going to turn this around.

The bald-headed man saw the strangeness on the student's face and gave him a stern eye warning again.

But Roy just shook his head this time.

Cheeks tensed, expression determined.

"Let's not mention the funds first, the four are unwilling, and we will not force it."

"I want to talk about what I think of the wolf brothers after getting along in the past few days."

Dark Gold's pupils swept across Vesemir, Geralt, Lambert, and Escal one by one.

"Oh, boy, you really don't know how to respect seniors at all!" Lambert raised his eyebrows and smiled suddenly, "But I like your frankness. Do you have any opinions on us? I am all ears!"

Roy was unceremonious, clenched his fingers, and counted the stubbornness of several people.

"I have already seen the attitude of the Wolf School. They insisted on recruiting apprentices by the law of accident, but gave up their accidental son."

"That's right, I'm talking about you, Geralt, you gave up Ciri, the little princess of Sintra, Escal, you gave up the one called Dedley, the previous ruler of Cangone, leaving you with a face The scarred girl."

The faces of the two who were named changed.

Especially Escal, he doesn't remember telling the other party such a secret.

Vesemir's eyes were complicated, but he just listened quietly.

Lambert gave his two companions a teasing glance.

"That's all. Do you think it's noble to insist on making money on those dangerous commissions? Most employers will not only not appreciate you, but will scold and insult you! And there are fewer and fewer monsters and more and more money. Hard to earn."

"Insist on some traditions that are out of date, not to mention the creation of wolf-style equipment, maybe one day, you... are too poor to have money to heal your wounds!"

"If you don't seek change," Roy emphasized, "continue to live like this, there is no doubt that Kyle Mohan will completely turn into a ghost town in the near future!"

...

"Shut up, kid!" Leto scolded sharply.

"Boy, although you are Kyle Mohan's guest, you are not qualified to lecture us!" Lambert couldn't help but slapped the table, blowing his beard and staring.

"How old are you, and what do you know? Don't think that when you are young, you can make a lot of shit here!"

However, the three of Geralt remained silent.

"Am I wrong, everyone, even the ghosts in the old fortress still remember Kyle Mohan's former glory, remember the identity of the witcher, you don't want to let the wolf faction come back to life?"

"The two schools finally got together, and the opportunity for change is right in front of you. Can't you take the initiative to seize it?"

"Enough, kid!"

"It's okay, Master Letho, let him speak." Vesemir folded his arms, but there was a hint of admiration and admiration on his vicissitudes of life. "If the young man is not a bit arrogant, he is too hypocritical."

"Roy, go ahead and say what you think about us and Kyle Mohan."

"A few of us are old, dim-sighted, outdated, and maybe there's something wrong that we can't find. It takes a bystander, a brave person, to point it out."

Roy took a deep breath and stared at the four seniors of the wolf faction.

"I know your scruples."

"Geralt, Escal, in your hearts, the witcher's sacrifice is far greater than the meaning. So you don't even want to recruit apprentices, you don't want other children to suffer, am I right?"

The two wolf factions, in their 80s, have never accepted an apprentice.

Most likely, they don't want to.

Vesemir, who was on the sidelines, nodded quietly.

"Roy, you've experienced that feeling." Geralt's lips wriggled in defense.

"Of course I understand that the herbal decoction has made me miserable for several months. It's a fact," Roy said. "But it can be solved. Let's work together to research and improve the formula, improve the survival rate, and reduce the pain!"

"Just like the creators Azulie and Cosimo did, paving the way for future witcher apprentices, our future students!"

At this moment, a flash of longing flashed in the eyes of several witchers.

Reducing the death rate of the grass trial is the long-cherished wish of all witchers.

"Boy, I'll say you don't understand anything," Lambert retorted disdainfully. "Even if we join forces, what kind of climate can we achieve with just a few witchers? What can we change?"

"Without a warlock, the pile of magic-driven alchemy devices can only make us do nothing! Seven percent of the apprentices will die in the trial."

"First of all..." Roy retorted in a steady tone, "I have a warlock I know well, and she is very interested in the witcher mutation, and even helped me preside over the grass trial of the Snake Sect. She is also willing to help more witchers. People apprentices provide help in exchange for experimental data!"

The faces of the wolf faction witchers changed.

"Secondly, Geralt, Geralt, don't you know Yennefer? As a royal advisor, she is not low on magic. Why didn't you invite her to Kyle Morhan for all these years? The apprentice presides over the grass trial!"

"You never thought about it?"

The white wolf was speechless.

He and Yennefer have been entangled in grievances for decades.

On and off, but he has never made a request in this regard before.

As a go-to witcher.

Geralt only adheres to the principles of school neutrality and follows ancient traditions. But it never took the initiative to consider the dying school.

Inexplicable, it was a little embarrassing to be said.

"Everyone, think about it, why do you always complain that there are no warlocks, lack of experimental conditions, and the high mortality rate of the grass trial?"

"Why not take the initiative to improve all this!"

Roy's voice became more and more high-pitched.

"Let's unite first, gather all the resources at hand, build the foundation of the Witcher Brotherhood, and then win over the warlocks and spellcasters, and grow strong! We have a long lifespan, enough to plan carefully and achieve our goals step by step!"

"I also know that this is as difficult as going to the sky, but giving up without trying, declaring that the so-called sacrifice is greater than the meaning is escaping!"

"That's the act of a coward!"

The young witcher paused.

The entire room hall became deadly silent.

Under the candlelight, the eyes of the wolf sect people looked at the man, full of surprise.

And the three Snake faction are not much better.

"Stinky boy, didn't you agree that this visit is mainly to win over and establish a mutual aid covenant first?" Serret made a vicious look at Roy and muttered.

Leto sighed, feeling that the student's wings had grown stiff.

Oakes winked at him, full of admiration.

"Gollum."

Escal took a sip of his drink with a dry mouth.

Under the light, the scar on his face faintly glowed red.

"Geralt, that's what he used to impress you in Sintra?"

Geralt nodded and took a sip.

He was in a terrible mood when the young man who had been on fire just now continued to question him and mentioned the bad things about Yennefer.

even started to blame himself.

It is undeniable that there are certain points in the young Snake faction.

"It's a young man full of imagination and boldness." Vesemir sighed softly. He hadn't heard such an ambitious speech for many years. Once upon a time, when I was under fifty years old, I was so ignorant.

Later, they were educated in reality.

Head down.

Although his words are too idealistic, they are full of vigor and vitality.

In comparison, the younger generation of the wolf faction is like a stagnant pool, following the rules, but it is difficult to make any breakthroughs.

"Roy, you are only fifteen years old, why do you have such a bold idea, Brotherhood of witchers, it is unheard of."

Roy looked at the old man's encouraging eyes, pursed his lips,

"As a witcher, I identify with who I am, but I don't like the dead atmosphere, the inexplicably hostile attitude of the people who are blinded by false lies and inexplicably hostile to us. These are terrible!"

"I... we Snake faction want to change all this, and we are working hard for it!"

"A brave boy... Could it be that people with prophetic abilities are born with lofty ideals and ambitions that are different from ordinary people?" Lambert said dryly. In fact, he was a little moved just now, as a wolf faction The youngest one, the blood in his chest has not yet dissipated, but the start-up organization means responsibility and countless chores. He is still young and has not had enough fun.

"Boy, listening to your words and looking at your attitude, why do I think you are like a prince depicted in poetry and dramas, a prince who is trying to restore his country."

"My words are crazy, but I'm not a lunatic. It's unrealistic to restore the country and overthrow the kingdom's rule!" Roy shook his head. "The witchers just need to unite and fight for a poor little living space."

"No longer like a mouse crossing the street, hated and discriminated by the people!"

"Walking under the sun, has the same rights as other organizations, and develops, continues, and grows healthily!"

The first time they heard this kind of rhetoric, the people of the wolf faction could not help but be shocked.

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"So, Vesemir, Geralt, Escal, Lambert, what do you all think?" Roy said hopefully, drawing the blueprint,

"It's not just a simple mutual aid agreement, the snake faction and the wolf faction, including the cat faction in Nuocheng! Let's unite, build a base, share knowledge, and open alchemy formulas, equipment blueprints, swordsmanship, seals to all members..."

"Look for traces of witchers from other schools!"

"Invite familiar warlocks to become the resident mages in the new base, improve the formula, and increase the survival rate of the grass trial!"

"From the glorious traditions of various universities, extract the essence and summarize a set of the most complete apprentice training programs."

"Wait..." Vesemir interrupted, "You mentioned Cat Pie?"

"That's right, the Snake faction made two friends with the cat faction not long ago. The rational faction in the cat school is definitely not a cruel and murderous lunatic. They have already agreed to join the witcher brotherhood!"

Serret covered his face.

He didn't remember Owl and Kayan agreeing to this.

But, probably not against it?

Geralt was most surprised. He always thought Roy's ideas were too naive and unrealistic.

But Sintra had only been apart for more than half a year, and he was able to fool two cat demon hunters.

Are lunatics and lunatics easy to make up a bunch?

But the fact was in front of him, and he paid more attention to it.

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"Sorry, Roy, it's a big deal, we have to think carefully about the witcher... er... brotherhood." Vesemir and the three companions exchanged glances, "Before you leave, we will definitely give you an answer. "

Roy pouted quite dissatisfiedly.

What is before leaving.

He saw perfunctory expressions on the faces of the four.

This is far from his intended goal.

But on second thought, it is also true that the wolf faction has maintained a traditional and passive attitude of neutrality for hundreds of years.

How could he change his position just because of his words.

Dark golden pupils shone brightly.

Roy made up his mind secretly.

The wolf faction is perfunctory and unwilling to change.

Then I will give a reason to change and force them to change!

"After going through the wolf pie drawings, everyone should know that I have some kind of..."

"Boy, stop showing off, I already know that you are a 'prophet'." Lambert sneered and teased,

Roy suddenly stared at Lambert without blinking until the latter smiled awkwardly.

"Roy, you have fully proved your special talent." Geralt nodded.

"To be honest with you, there is another important reason why I made this suggestion abruptly today." Roy said slowly, his eyes swept over the four wolf factions one by one.

Pity and pity flashed in his eyes.

The people of the wolf faction frowned, and an ominous foreboding filled their hearts.

Did this guy get some revelation?

"I see a future full of despair!"

"Ten years from now, there will be more terrifying enemies than the thugs and mages who attacked Kyle Morhan!"

"The ending is bloodier and crueler than the Witcher Tournament!"

"If you don't seek change and don't unite with other forces, your homeland and the fortress of the wolf faction will all be in vain!"

"And only the witcher can save the witcher!"

"If you don't unite, there will be a dead end!"

Although Luo has already killed Aza Javid, the leader of the Salamander Gang, who knows if there will be another group conspiracy to mutate the formula.

What's more, the enemies of the wolf faction, the soaring Ghost Rider, the alien Elf of Ain El, and the powerful and mysterious mage Wilford Goz are still hiding somewhere and plotting conspiracies.

Geralt, Escal, and Lambert all turned ugly.

"Are you sure, this ruined castle, what else is worth plotting?"

"I only saw that the invaders were strong, comparable to the army."

Vesemir lowered his head with a complicated expression.

There was dead silence in the hall.

The blueprint of the wolf pie, the addition of the cat pie, and the tragic future of Kyle Morhan.

Three-pronged approach.

If that doesn't impress Kyle Morhan Four Musketeers...

"Roy, thank you for your reminder." Vesemir took a deep breath. "Actually, I support your idea. If I were fifty years younger, I would definitely join you for a career."

"But now, this old bone can't stand too much toss... If the day you predicted comes." The old man turned his face and looked at the decaying fortress affectionately, "I will accompany it to the end. "

"Vesemir, no matter what, the Snake faction stands with Kyle Morhan as an ally." Leto emphasized.

The old man got up gratefully and apologetically, "I'm so tired and dizzy now, I'm going to rest first, and I'll ask the three Geralt guys about the Brotherhood. They're still young."

Geralt glanced at the mentor who pointed at him, and then glanced at Lambert Escal.

"Roy, you have given us a big problem of the century. We have to discuss it internally and let you know when we have the result."