The Divine Hunter

In the dim light of the brewing oven.

Two figures were sitting by the windowsill.

The scorching breath and the rich aroma of roses overwhelmed the witcher.

"Hmm... Coral, although it's reckless to say that... But to escape the Battle of Sok Mountain, you must first give up your current job and leave Karak."

"When you are no longer in the name of a royal advisor, there is no reason for the king of this country, Veraxus, to ask a woman to stand in front of a man and throw her head and blood."

Rita Ned frowned,

"I have worked in Karak for more than ten years. I mainly advised Belohen from the dead old king, so I have the status I have now. In any case, I have a little affection for this country."

She shook her head, and her wildfire-like red hair gently patted the witcher's cheek, "Let me just give up the hard work of running for many years and walk away? I'm a little reluctant."

Her expression was strange, as if she was narrating an unavoidable regret, sighing for a decision that had been made.

"If I persuade the king not to interfere in the battle of Suoshan Mountain, can there be a change?"

The sorceress suggested another possibility, "Kerak is separated from Soden and Temeria by a long distance. If the Southern Empire wants to invade and occupy such a small ant-like country, it must first cross the eastern and Brock Leon Forest to the south."

"The primeval forest is the territory of the dryad, and Queen Aisina will lead her sharpshooters to teach the southern invaders a painful lesson."

Coral pondered, "Kailak is a small country, and its geographical location is not a battleground for military strategists. I think Nilfgaard is unlikely to do such a thankless thing."

Roy had to admit the other party's analysis.

In fact, the pace of the invasion from the south to the north did not have much impact on Kaylak.

They sent troops to assist in the battle of Sodan, also under the pressure of northern powers such as Temeria.

If the king of Kerak was shrewd enough, he would have been able to play like a duck in water between Nilfgaard and Temeria.

But if you don't leave Karak, what will happen to the Witcher Brotherhood?

"Coral, but have you ever thought,

Even if you keep Karak out, the Brotherhood of Warlocks can easily reach you as long as you continue to hold an important position like a national advisor. "

"Can you object to the call of the Brotherhood of Warlocks? If I remember correctly, you are considered a worthy figure in the Brotherhood?"

At that time, Wygfortes of Logeven will lead the members of the Brotherhood of Warlocks, as well as the Magical Advisors of the Northern Kingdom, a total of twenty-two warlocks to meet the troops and spellcasters in the south on Soldon.

Even if Coral were able to persuade King Kerak to change his orders and not intervene in the Battle of Sorden, it would be difficult for him to escape the call of the Brotherhood of Warlocks.

The sorceress quickly understood what he meant. "Leave Karak and find a place to hide for three or five years until the end of the Battle of Sorden?"

"For a spellcaster with a long lifespan, a closed experiment lasting two years is not too rare." Roy looked at her twinkling eyes and suggested, "I just missed the magic message during the retreat, It will never be regarded as a betrayal by a warlock!"

"Just leaving Karak. But my status and reputation in the Brotherhood of Warlocks will inevitably slide to the bottom of the ice... just to escape an uncertain war?"

Rita Ned let out a sigh of relief, her eyes pierced through the witcher's face like water waves, soaking through her heart, trying to see through him, to see the truth and the false.

Of course, the result is no different from previous attempts.

Roy is immune to mind reading, his face is calm, and his dark gold pupils are flickering with sincerity.

"Little bastard, are you reading my mind?" She walked into the dark laboratory and slowly paced around the table. She could only confirm further, "How many warlocks in the North participated in this war?"

"Twenty-two."

"How many victims?"

"Including you, there are fourteen... thirteen..." Roy corrected, "One of them was only seriously injured, but was still counted among the victims by the official mistake."

The lady pouted her coral red lips.

This guy, answering questions without thinking, seems to be stating the history that has happened, and he is miraculously immune to mind reading, making her unable to determine the truth... If all this is a story, it would be too scary.

Should you believe him?

Seeing the embarrassment on the sorceress's face, the witcher said with a self-deprecating expression, "I originally thought about not being so cowardly and always trying to persuade people to escape. I should be more proactive and try to turn the tide of the battle."

"Through other connections, contact the kings of the north, such as Queen Calanthe of Sintra... Tell them about the next cruel fate... and try to change their fate."

"But I'm just a humble witcher. Even if I try my best to hug the thighs of those respected kings, 90% of them may be regarded as lunatics and idiots full of lies, and they will break their legs and drive them out... the rest There is a very good chance that my prophecy will be regarded as a curse, and I will be tied to the stake!"

The sorceress bowed her head.

Even the royal advisor she was serving was unconvincing to say such a shocking remark to a cooperating king, let alone a witcher.

"The Witcher Brotherhood is a start-up, we have no ability to influence a war between countries..." Roy stepped forward, boldly pulled Coral's cold slender hands, and wrapped it in his palms with both hands,

"So, I can only change the people around me, the people who trust me, I can only save the people I care about... Coral, leave Karak with me!"

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and the sorceress's face became complicated for a moment.

She looked at him, her eyes pierced through the distance between them, through the abyss of time and space.

A full half a minute later, Rita Nieder turned away and giggled.

"Little rascal, are you confessing to me?"

The witcher's lips moved.

Instead, she immediately changed the subject. "It's not difficult for you to let me leave Karak. But where am I supposed to hide? Keep the Brotherhood of Warlocks out of contact?"

She walked around the witcher on her leather high heels, gracefully like a cat.

The purple-painted nails slid lightly across his chest and back.

The witcher shivered with itchiness.

The sorceress continued,

"I don't want to degenerate into a country herbalist, neighbors with snakes, worms, rats and ants... But where else, easy work and good pay are comparable to royal advisors..."

"Let's not say how much the salary increases, at least it can't be reduced too much? Otherwise, I can't maintain a decent life now."

"At that time, I can no longer buy the latest and most fashionable clothes at will, which is a nightmare for a woman."

You have enough clothes, but you wear too little.

Roy said something in his heart and gently grabbed her arm to stop her dizzying circle.

"As I say, Coral, go to Norse Grey. The Witcher Brotherhood has been formed, and my eight fellow brothers and I are determined to grow! We are short of manpower, especially spellcasters."

"You can work with us to research and improve the mutant formula for the trial of grass, and become the resident mage of the Witcher Brotherhood."

"If I remember correctly, these projects are exactly what you are interested in!"

The sorceress pondered for a while after hearing the words, "The Brotherhood of Demon Hunters, the Brotherhood of Warlocks? Do you want to unite and develop the witcher power?"

"That's right..." Roy held her hand firmly, and his voice was sonorous, "Coral, you know the situation of the witcher. I don't want to bear unwarranted infamy at the last moment of my life, and bear the rejection of those idiots! "

"That's why we went to Kyle Mohan to win over the wolf faction, unite with the cat faction, set up the witcher brotherhood, and develop our own strength. Sooner or later, we will use our strength to shut up those bastards! Of course, also for the sake of Let this group of witchers continue!"

"When you study the formula, you should also know that the high mortality rate of the grass trial is an insurmountable natural moat..." Roy stared into his bright eyes and said sincerely, "We urgently need the assistance of a spellcaster, a warlock worthy of absolute trust."

It has to be said that it is very heartwarming to be trusted.

The corners of Rita Ned's mouth were slightly curved, and her mood was quietly cheerful.

"And we won't let you pay your efforts and sweat in vain..." Roy said with a sigh. It seems a little unfortunate to ask for a reward at this time, but if you don't mention it, why would he attract a spellcaster? "You are absolutely satisfied in terms of remuneration... how about one krona a month?"

With the current income can also support this expenditure.

Rita Ned approached him again.

"To satisfy me? You little rascal, you should know that women are often very greedy... Appetites are like bottomless pits."

A tall and plump sorceress, with a sight a little higher than that of a witcher.

The witcher's eyes were drawn to her petal-soft lips and pointed chin.

"I swear by... er... Roy! Do you believe me?"

Hearing the sound, Wei Lan's eyes looked up and down the Demon Hunter's slender figure, as if re-acquainted with him.

"Little bastard, seriously, you're not the same group of stubborn old school witchers I've come into contact with... You're full of action."

"However, this is the main purpose of your night visit tonight, to win me over to cooperate with the Witcher Brotherhood."

"You agree that everyone is happy, it doesn't matter if you don't want to," Roy shook his head, and his slow words were sincere and firm, "but please don't go to the mountain, I won't watch you die in vain!"

...

Touched by his sincere gaze, the sorceress took a deep breath and turned around abruptly.

"I have to think about it."

Thoughts flooded.

Leaving Karak was already planned, but if he cut ties with the Brotherhood of Warlocks again.

Isn't that the equivalent of tying yourself to the Witcher Brotherhood's carriage?

Did he already know his current situation?

"Tell me, little rascal, what did you hear?"

"Which way do you mean?"

"Regarding Veraxus, king of Kerak, he enacted a series of new policies after he ascended the throne."

Roy shook his head, "I know very little about this king."

"But your proposal is surprisingly 'fit' with one of these policies. I almost thought you had discussed it with him."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"King Velax," she said with a touch of sarcasm, "is one of the new decrees that has affected me the most—nothing related to magic is allowed in Karak, and mages are not allowed to own estates and property. Karrak's warlocks either go broke and get a license or leave the country."

"It can almost be said that this policy is specifically aimed at me, because no other warlocks have settled in Karak, Velax insists on his own opinion, and has no intention of giving in, but only gives me a buffer time."

"So I have already made plans to seek opportunities in a bigger world, although I have lived for so long, I am a little reluctant to give up."

"And you just came to the door at this juncture to win me over."

Roy gave a thumbs-up to the king of Kerak.

I'm really thirsty, send me some water!

"You have paid for Karak for decades, but they are ruthless and unjust to you." Roy analyzed in a straightforward manner, "and now Karak has no place in the world structure! It's not worth working for it. ."

"Let's sell this villa, go to Nuocheng to buy a new one, there is also your favorite ocean there. After research, we can row together like last time to Ofir."

...

This time, the sorceress was moved.

"But I'm unwilling to let me leave like this..." Coral shook his head, looking at him with anticipation, "I have to teach them a profound lesson. Are you willing to help me, little rascal?"

"Let's teach you a lesson?"

"Issued a decree to drive me away from the Kelak royal family."

Roy thought for a while.

After making up his mind, Coral wanted him to be a king assassin, so he tried to refuse.

The witcher's fate cannot be repeated.

He clenched Coral's soft little hands again.

"I'll do my best."

"what should I do?"

The sorceress leaned in silently and placed a rewarding kiss on his cheek, her lips warm.

"Don't worry... I'll tell you first."

"How did the current king, Veraxus, come to the throne, understand?"

Roy made a gesture of listening intently.

"He was originally a prince. He was exiled to the desert country by his father, the previous king, Beloheng. It took more than ten years."

"Everything changed on the day Beroheng married the new queen... that is more than a year ago."

Coral paused, "I also know that bride, Ildiko, a graduate of Arethusa, who was dismissed for petty theft when she was in the third grade."

"The wedding is on, Belloheng is waiting in the palace with Yildike, ready to accept the blessings of the people of Karak, but there is an accident!"

"Bellohen died without warning!"

Roy raised his eyebrows, "Excited, heart attack? Is there a problem?"

"Normal people can see it." Shan Shan shook his head, with disdain in his eyes, "But the doctor claimed that the king had a stroke because of suffocation."

She held her throat to imitate a man's voice,

"The filthy air penetrated his body and severely poisoned his internal organs. This was caused by the recent frequent storms, because the storms made the blood hot. Now the scientific method is useless, and there is no way to restore it. We The great king has passed away."

Coral shook her head, with a hint of pity on her face, and there was no king who let her go.

"I suspect that the doctor is blind. Can't see the red and bleeding scars on Be Luoheng's neck?"

"Who dares to murder the king on the king's wedding day?" Roy asked curiously.

"The wonderful thing is in the back," the sorceress recalled the scene at that time, and there was still amazement on her face,

"Bei Luoheng just swallowed his breath. His son, who was exiled to the other side of the Blue Mountains by him, suddenly came back, the current king Veraxus, broke into the palace at a lightning speed, and replaced his dead father and was crowned king!"

"The new king 'created' an ancient tradition that has been passed down for centuries by successive kings of Karak - if the groom dies on the eve of the wedding, the bride will marry his unmarried next of kin."

"So Veraxus has married Belohen's queen, Ildiko!"

"Have they known each other for a long time?" Roy interjected.

"That's right, this is a poisonous plan, the prince and the new queen join forces to seize the throne."

"I've made a secret investigation to find out." Coral looked determined, "Aldike once gave Beloheng a magic necklace as a token of love, and then cast a spell at the wedding to strangle him!"

"This is a shameless scam!"

Roy suddenly felt shocked.

The prince, exiled by his father, returned to the country and seized the throne.

and marry the queen.

A typical prince's revenge.

At the same time, he admired the current king Veraxas with all his might!

For the sake of the throne, let the woman you love marry the old king... bear the humiliation.

Even if it was a fake marriage, Ardiko and the old king must have done what they had to do.

"Veraxus wants to drive away the royal advisor, and it has nothing to do with Ardiko. I have witnessed her scandal in Arethusa. She holds a grudge and takes revenge on me!" ,

"In the past six months, she seems to be holding a pair of magnifying glasses at me to take pictures at any time. If she is not satisfied, she complains to the king. It has been many times in a row, and it has become more and more intense! Not long ago, Veraxus has given me a deadline to leave. ."

"I've had enough, I should leave Karak, but before I leave, I'm going to take revenge on her!"

Rita pushed a strand of red hair from her forehead and stared into his eyes.

"Little bastard, can you do me a favor and catch that hateful woman! Let her make amends for me!"

Roy sighed inwardly.

Against a queen?

Is this the price of wooing a spellcaster?