The Divine Hunter

"Boom!"

A square door was cracked open in the void, the wind was blowing, and seven beast pupils continuously jumped out of the air vortex, and a man with two swords behind him.

and three horses.

"Tsk tsk, this one-way one-way portal is really a treasure. With it, you can travel thousands of miles in an instant, don't you want to go wherever you want?" Lambert looked at the surrounding environment with admiration.

A dark cave full of stalactites, a corridor paved with slate in the middle, a pile of alchemy instruments such as huge canned containers and other alchemy instruments are stacked on the right side, dusty bookshelves are installed on the rock wall, and several piles of moth-eaten wood into a tattered bed.

You can also see some large copper pots that are boiled.

"This thing is expensive to make, and it's useless when it's used up. I finally got Coral to give me one." Roy outlined the crimson spell with five fingers, and an angry flame shot into the brazier in the corner, illuminating the hall with light. "The cheap can only be taken this time, and in the future, we still have to travel honestly."

"Hey, guests from Kyle Mohan, look this way, welcome to the alchemy laboratory of the Witcher Brotherhood!" Oaks suddenly walked to the center of the hall, and spread his hands proudly, "This will be ours in the future. An important place to improve mutant formulas and conduct green grass trials."

"A cave on the outskirts of Nuocheng?" Geralt looked around.

"A secret laboratory under Nuocheng Temple Island." Leto explained indifferently.

"Fourth, you are not too timid,"

Escal looked surprised, and patted Scorpion, who was slightly uncomfortable, and patted Scorpion soothingly.

"Set up a non-human laboratory under the Eternal Fire base camp, thanks to what you think, are you not afraid of being caught by them as monsters?"

"The eternal fire should not be underestimated, but it is not omniscient. It is said that the more dangerous the place, the easier it is to be ignored. Let's go, three brothers, let's go around first."

The three of Wolf Pie visited the laboratory as a whole, and after listening to the bloody past, and finally, the happy ending of Count Kayane's vengeance, they couldn't help being curious about Cat Pie.

Later, everyone handed over all the weapons and badges to Lesuo to receive the space ring, and made a little camouflage to cover up the special appearance of the demon hunters-three strange wolf-sect demon hunters entered the city without warning. , butcher or the subordinates of Eternal Fire, I am afraid it will cause unnecessary vigilance.

Until you can't see the slightest abnormality,

Just like a few strong porters, they left the temple island and divided their troops.

Most of the houses that went to the civilian area, Geralt and the three settled down first.

And Roy went to the market in Nuocheng to visit the old Moore and his wife, reported that they were safe, and entered the most prosperous commercial street, Nuocheng Song and Dance Hall.

However, at ten o'clock in the morning, far from the busiest time, more than ten guests could already be seen in the dance hall.

Sit in the elegant VIP seats on the second floor.

They are all rich people in silk robes, because it is not a day off, and the poor need to work hard at this time.

The eyes of the guests turned to the stage directly in front of the hall through the curtain of crystal beads.

Roy bought a ticket, found a seat on the first floor, and "watched the play" with great interest with the mung bean pods, pickled olives and small octopus on the dinner plate.

Several men and women dressed in very different costumes are performing a comedy scene on stage.

The emaciated farmer was struggling in the "quagmire", wearing a tattered and thick black horse coat, and the "monster" lying on the ground made weird hooray calls, like mud on the beach, dawdling towards him more than a tortoise. He squirmed slowly.

Unsurprisingly, the protagonist of the play appeared at this very moment—a guy with a flashy prop sword, long black hair tied into a ponytail, and dressed as a witcher.

Roy narrowed his eyes.

This guy dresses a lot like him.

The witcher issued an aria-style righteous warning at the "corrosion demon" in the "garbage heap", and rushed forward with an expression of heroic sacrifice.

After a battle of dancing and dancing.

The peasants escaped from the fetid "shithole", and the Corruptors died at the mouths and dances of the witchers.

It's a pity that the farmer was so poor that he couldn't find half of it, and he had no choice but to agree to the famous accident law - the first thing he saw after returning home was given to the savior as a reward.

Ironically, there happened to be a row of stinky salted fish in the yard of his house.

The story obviously beautifies the witcher, but he didn't get angry at all when he took the salted fish, he laughed, like a big gentleman who helped others——

"This is the will of fate, from now on we will be even!"

The peasant whose life was exchanged for a salted fish and his fat wife and skinny son kept bowing and bowing at the back of the witcher!

The performance came to an end in the joyful and lively strings!

The audience in the VIP seats watched with gusto, apparently satisfied with the story.

Of course, many people whispered - unreasonable.

...

"Roy, long time no see!"

After the curtain call on the stage, the iris hat, the purple loose shirt with silver ornaments, and the smiling great poet Da Dandelian greeted him from behind the stage.

His face was flushed with excitement, and he said excitedly.

"I have good news to inform you that in the past month, the business of the dance hall has doubled several times. It's a miracle, the increase in performance is faster than that of the troll repairing the bridge... It started to make a profit in the first month!"

"Oh?" Roy raised his eyebrows and was overjoyed. This was unexpected. His original plan was to let the dance hall improve the witcher's reputation.

to prepare for the next move.

The drama just now also proved that Dandelion strictly kept his promise.

I didn't expect that I could make money. The acceptance of the people of Nuocheng is quite strong.

"Dandrian, I read that right, you and Ms. Priscilla are talents! By the way, where has she gone?" Roy patted his shoulder and said with a smile,

"She's busy writing a brand new script, which seems to be called 'Witcher vs. Night Demon'... Today's scene was written by her, are you satisfied?"

"Well...it's pretty good, but I personally think it's too selfless (stupid) to portray the witcher?" Roy suggested in a relaxed tone, "Instead of me, using the law of accident to ask for compensation, at least a meal Rice? A single salted fish is not enough to fill your teeth."

"You don't understand the market, and exaggerated plots are easy to produce dramatic effects," Dandelion said about the professional field, and he continued, "For example, in this play, a life is finally equivalent to a salted fish. Isn't it absurd and Wonderful?"

"It's a testament to the witcher's noble integrity of keeping his promises."

"Look back, the gentlemen in the VIP seats upstairs are all scolding and unable to look away!"

"That's right, the essence of human beings is true ... as long as there is an effect." Roy nodded, talking about the topic, "You mentioned profit just now."

"Tell me, how much profit can you make in a month?!"

"Guess what," said the great poet in a tone of excitement.

"Five hundred crowns?" In order not to discourage the other party, Roy said as little as possible.

Dandelion's eyes flashed a hint of color, "You are too conservative! A full thousand and eighty crowns and fifty coppers!"

He couldn't stop smiling.

"Has your salary been deducted?"

"Pure profit, minus all expenses."

This provided a hint of confidence for the witcher's next project.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

"I also tell you good news, Geralt has come to Norse City!"

"What?"

"When it's settled, I'll bring him to meet your old friend!"

...

After checking the account, Roy rushed to the pharmacy next door, leaving behind the excited Dandelion.

Ms. Zerekan, who was standing in front of the counter and stared down at the ledger checking, felt a strange gaze. She raised her head. A slender man with dark golden pupils and gray armor was looking at her quietly.

Cantila smiled and showed her white teeth. She walked lightly with her long legs and walked out confidently. Then, she put his arms in his arms as usual.

The elastic and hot body is close to him, the eyes are sparkling,

"Roy, when did you come back? How is Kyle Mohan, is it fun, tell me now!"

"Well, I just arrived today. Well, that place is definitely paradise for you. There are countless wild animals hidden in the mountains, as well as harpies, little mist demons, and cyclops...enough to give you a few more paths. Medal of honor." Roy glanced casually across the shelves full of potions and herbs, and several brand new potions were neatly stacked.

His eyes turned to the gorgeous tattoos on the woman's side face.

He took out a dagger with a short translucent cyan blade and a bone handle from his arms and handed it to the woman.

"The dagger polished by the teeth and bones of the Cyclops, accept it and keep it as a souvenir!"

Cantila, showing her snow-white teeth, smiled even more cheerfully, pursing her gleaming lips into a comical red mark on the man's face.

She was overjoyed that the man hadn't completely left himself behind.

His attitude towards himself became more and more relaxed, and the prey could not escape the hunting master after all.

Whether in love or on the battlefield.

"Um... How's the business in the store recently, is everything going well?"

"With the protection of Master Kaiyan and His Excellency the Collector, no one dares to come to trouble!" Cantila played with the gift, turning her wrist and swiping it twice in the air, drawing two arcs, The dagger was tucked into the black leather belt,

"The business is also very good. The turnover is stable and rising. On average, I can make a profit of about 70 or 80 kronor every day, after deducting 20% ​​and taxes belonging to Your Excellency Vulture. Since you left, you have saved up. A full 1,600 crowns were deposited into the Vivaldi bank account according to the previous instructions."

"Income, expenditure, remember clearly in the ledger, you can check it at any time."

In this way, the two stores combined can have an income of 2,600 crowns a month, providing sufficient ammunition for the next operation.

"No need to check, I fully trust you!" Roy pursed his lips, stared at her bright eyes, and said sincerely, "Thanks to you, you have been helping us guard the store during this time, otherwise we would not be able to escape. ."

Cantila laughed exaggeratedly when he heard the words, winked at him, and puffed out his strong chest, "Have you forgotten, I'm your mercenary... 'serving' for the employer is normal. Next time I'm going to be angry if you say such a foreign thing to me!"

"You should at least receive some wages. You can't always do voluntary labor. I'm really sorry."

"The store provides room and board, and I don't need much money." Cantila gave him a meaningful look, "If you think my work is done beautifully and well, then reward me with gifts and small surprises occasionally. Like this weapon..."

"Tell me more about what I like to hear... Take me out to hunt in the wild, move my muscles and bones, help me choose a new style of tattoos, and I'll be very happy!"

Roy was speechless, and Ms. Zerican's performance was more loyal and trustworthy than the trolls on the mountain.

It's just that the witcher's debt is getting heavier...fortunately, he is young but determined.

"I promise, I'll take you hunting when I get a chance."

Accompany Cantila and chat for a while.

Roy opened the black curtain and entered the pharmacy.

...

I haven't seen him for more than a month, and the cat faction witcher has changed a lot. He is no longer wearing a tight hooded cloak, a mask, and sunglasses, but a simple but neat black tunic with a black top. round cap.

The scarlet blood scabs on his neck and cheeks were still hideous, but his mental state was much more relaxed.

"Hey, Kayan...how's it going?"

"Roy, good boy!"

The two clapped their hands hard and hugged again.

"Is it tiring from work, and are you still used to the life of a pharmacy?"

"Haha, to tell you the truth, not only is I not tired, but I am enjoying it!" Kaiyan put down his work, took out a bottle of white wine from the alchemy platform, and poured a glass for himself and the guests. Sitting on the high stool of the alchemy platform, he took a sip comfortably, the bright magic lamp shining a light smile on his terrifying face,

"I feel like I'm back in my teenage years, fiddling with bottles and jars every day."

"Simple, happy, no intrigue, no fighting." He said seriously, "I love this kind of life!"

"How about you, did you gain anything from going to Kyle Mohan this time..."

"The three guys from the wolf faction have come to Nuocheng," Roy's eyes slowly passed his face and hesitantly asked, "Are you interested in meeting them? Regarding the organization I mentioned once before... I'm sorry , I made an assertion without your consent and pulled you into the Witcher Brotherhood."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Kayan stood up without any hesitation and took off the thick cloak from the hanger at the entrance. "You saved my life and gave me a stable job."

"Don't keep mentioning debts, brother, we're the same kind and we should help each other."

"Haven't you heard of a truth, Roy." Cat Pie shook his head, "Since we came to this world, we have been given life, and since then, we have not stopped paying our debts. To ourselves, for ourselves, for that account to be finally settled."

"And this debt, this debt, I think it's far from being paid off!"

Kaiyan stretched out his hand, his pupils flashed scarlet light, his tone was firm,

"The Witcher Brotherhood, I'm here to help!"