The Divine Hunter

The orange sun hangs in the sky.

The orphans of Gawain's House ended their daily morning training. Thirteen boys with a slight sweat on their foreheads and a healthy flush on their faces, and seven little girls chatting and holding hands filled the two rectangular tables in the yard.

Facing the food, the hungry children broke out with amazing fighting power. They buried their heads in their respective plates and launched an "unending" attack on fish, eggs and bread.

As if the plate is dragon liver and phoenix gallbladder, delicious delicacy.

"Pfft..." A piece of fish fell to the ground.

Arkhamtom lowered his waist like lightning to pick up the food, and at the same time gave a stern warning look to the left and right of his companions who were about to move.

"Humph! Monty, Carl, don't stare at the lion's trophies like a hyena. Not every time there's a bargain for the rogue to steal it! Don't have enough to eat it yourself! Don't you even bother to walk these few steps?"

"Be careful to be known by the teacher and slap your legs!"

"Who told you to be a funnel mouth, who will eat if you don't eat yours! Next time wrap your mouth a little more tightly?" Carl licked the mirror-smooth dinner plate and touched his pumpkin-like belly.

Then the three boys sitting side by side, invariably swept their eyes to the girl at the next table, smiling brightly like three congenital intellectual disabilities.

After each training, having breakfast and admiring the girl's eating attitude has become a regular entertainment activity for boys.

Compared with the big cubs, girls are much more delicate when they eat, small bites, chewing slowly... It is pleasing to the eye.

From time to time they showed a few front teeth, their small faces were tense and stretched, and the sparse freckles dotted the sides of their noses seemed to dance.

Carl shook his head regretfully.

Most of the children in the orphanage are from ordinary families. Few of them are outstanding in appearance. Freckles, wide chins and big foreheads can be seen everywhere.

Among the seven girls, Vicky was the only one, whose facial features were as delicate as those in the painting. After more than a month of adequate nourishment in the orphanage, her skin and blond hair were no longer dry like straw, but became smooth as silk, exuding an attractive luster.

Carl and some of the boys in the yard like to sneak a few glances at her.

At this time, the little girl felt a strange attention,

When he turned his head and swept away, he found a dozen pairs of sneaky eyes, two red clouds floated on his face, and his head almost fell into the table.

"Reserved and beautiful..." Monty sighed and murmured, "She's the best girl I've ever met."

"Hum, the most beautiful woman will only marry the strongest swordsman, until I pass the green grass trial." Carl licked another bald dinner plate and smiled provocatively at the two companions, "You two A little guy with a thin bamboo pole, reluctantly to be a flower girl for me."

"Boom!"

"Ouch, who?!" Carl turned around angrily, with a pair of gray-green pupils in his sight, and his frosty face, he immediately lowered his head like a puppy being lifted by the back of his neck.

"teacher…"

The cat vulture glared at the disciple, "This morning's training volume is far from up to standard, you actually have the energy to discuss girls... There is still a quarter of an hour before class, go to squat on the plum blossom pile, two sets of pendulums!"

"immediately!"

"Teacher... what about them?" Carl glanced at the two companions who were silent, trying to pull them into the water.

"They have to slow down, don't hurry up!" The vulture kicked his ass.

Carl showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

When the owl nodded and left, Monty and Arkhamtom immediately covered their stomachs and snickered.

"Karl is wrong. The most beautiful woman must only marry the smartest man!" Monty murmured and suddenly widened his eyes.

"What's wrong with you," Arkhamtom probed his friend's forehead with concern.

"it's beautiful?"

"What's so beautiful?"

"Prettier than Vicky!" Monty scoured his belly, trying to compliment him, "lips like...like little morning glory."

All eyes were drawn to the past.

At the entrance of the orphanage, under the brass-colored plaque, a beautiful woman appeared quietly. A white dress concealed her embossed figure, and her flaming hair trembled on her shoulders.

Wheat-colored skin seemed to shimmer.

As beautiful as a goddess, it is suffocating.

And by her side, accompanied by Mr. Roy, who had not seen the children for a week.

She held his hand like a gentle wife.

The intimate gestures of the two made the orphans stunned, and an egg could be stuffed into their grown mouths.

"Rare guest, rare guest! Ms. Rita Ned, welcome to Gawain's House!" Several witchers who were guarding in the yard immediately greeted him.

Oaks stuck his tongue out at the sorceress, made a face, and stretched out his arms in a gesture of embrace, but Rita Ned just stood there and watched.

He was not embarrassed, shrugged his shoulders and retracted his hand, and immediately winked at Roy and gave a thumbs up.

The bald-headed man swept his gaze between the two next to each other's arms, sighed, took another deep breath, and shook hands with the sorceress.

"Ms. Rita, let's chat in the room and introduce some new friends to you by the way!" Serrit nodded at her, and couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"Then we'll have to wait," Rita Ned said with a bright smile, smoothing her hair, "there are a few more people behind."

"Who are you referring to?" Owl and Escal greeted him.

"Little brats, do you miss me?!" A heroic and vicissitudes of life shouted from the alder bushes. Wearing a black high hat and holding a gray horse with a bulging saddle bag, Vesemir walked in. Gawain House.

Lambert and a man with short black hair, a scarred chin, and a stern face walked out of the alder forest, talking at the same time.

The man wore a cat pie pendant around his neck.

Geralt and Arcain walked slowly at the end.

"Wow... What a good day today, everyone is together!" Oaks opened his mouth wide, his face cheered, "Come in, guys, let's have a good chat in the conference room!"

...

The building on the far left of the orphanage is a rudimentary conference room. The warm sunlight shines through the windows, reflecting the twelve faces surrounding the round table.

"Brothers, the honorable lady who appears before you is the royal advisor from Kellak, Ms. Rita Ned..." Oakes bowed his hands exaggeratedly and led his hand to the only graceful woman present, as if welcoming the guests 's servant.

Rita Ned nodded at the crowd and corrected,

"Precisely the former royal advisor. I have now accepted Roy's invitation to come here to cooperate with the Witcher Brotherhood to jointly research and improve mutant formulas."

"Dude, I didn't lie to you, I said that they have a leg, so you can be sure!" Lambert whispered to Aiden beside him, and raised his chin in a showy way, the latter was speechless.

He didn't expect that there are still warlocks willing to cooperate with witchers today.

His reddish-brown eyes couldn't help looking at the young man present.

To be able to win over a warlock, this guy is really different from other witchers.

The old man looked appreciative.

And those who have joined the Brotherhood, the wolf faction, the snake faction, and the cat faction can't help but feel excited.

Recently, they have established an orphanage and recruited 20 children, and everything went according to plan and in an orderly manner.

And the addition of the caster is a boost to the heart!

"Ms. Rita Need, thank you very much for your condescension..."

"Who told this little villain to be here?" Shan Shan shook his head and chuckled, and took Roy's arm generously. In front of everyone, he made no secret of his intimacy.

Several big men present gave each other tacit glances.

Geralt was in a trance, and Ye used to show his affection to him like this.

Unexpectedly, this time I became a bystander.

"Cough, in short, from now on, we are all brothers and friends, and we must abide by the rules and regulations of the Brotherhood, respect each other, and take care of each other!"

...

"It's my turn, look this way, this is Aiden from the cat school, the best friend I mentioned!" Lambert and Aiden stood up at the same time,

"Aiden, they belong to the Brotherhood..."

"Dude, do you remember me?" The owl's gray-green eyes flashed on him,

"I can't forget, I saw you several decades ago, Your Excellency Phryus." Aiden nodded with a hint of respect on his face, his eyes suddenly shifted to the owl, the hideous Kaiyan,

"I was injured a little bit, a little bit more serious, it's normal for a witcher..." Kayane shrugged and asked, "Do Joel and Gaitan know each other?"

Aiden pondered for a moment, "Joel is my teacher...but I haven't seen each other for more than ten years."

"You know, the cat-pie guys are wandering around in caravans, with no fixed place to stay, and the hiding place for the apprentice's trials is constantly changing. It's all luck if you can hit it."

Owl nodded, "There were too many lunatics in the previous school, so don't get in touch. As a rationalist, you shouldn't hang out with them! Would you like to join a brand new fraternity? Fight side by side with us."

"I promise, the fraternity is homely and homely."

Aiden fell silent, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd.

And Lambert interjected, "Everyone, give him some time, and he will naturally make a decision when he finishes examining the fraternity environment."

"Then it's up to you to accompany you for the next period of time!" Lesso said.

Lambert nodded, then looked at Vesemir's hippie smile and joked,

"Old man, Osenfurt's life is very moist, and he has lost a few white hairs on his head."

"But you've enjoyed a month of gentleness in the manor of Countess Minole, and you're still willing to leave?!"

"So what, you stinky brat has the ability to bring a serious woman back to see me!" Vesemir's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and said aloud, "And I didn't come home empty-handed this time... There are several people in the saddle bag. A school weapon and armor."

"It's all a friendly gift from Minole for my face - a complete set of equipment from the Snake Pie, and a few from the Bear Pie. Let's figure it out for yourself later."

"Vesemir, the countess is not short of money, right?" Lambert rubbed his index and middle fingers towards the old man, "Can you..."

"Insatiable little bastard! Do you really think of me as a soft eater?" Vesemir shook his head, "It's good to give you weapons and equipment, and the money problem will be solved by yourself!"

"Speaking of which, establishing and developing an organization is not an easy task. It involves all aspects. The water here is too deep, and you may not be able to grasp it with just a few of you who are still young. Organizations also need an experienced person. The old senior, come to help the staff and guard for you. Like me!"

A smile blooms on everyone's face,

"Welcome to the Witcher Brotherhood, Vesemir!" Escal said with a smile. "I'll give you the rules later, and by the way, get a job!"

...

"Everyone, my trip with Kayan went well." It was Geralt's turn to report on work. "The blueprints for the Cat Pie steel sword and the silver sword are here. The Cat Pie blueprints are all complete."

After leaving the ruins of the Elf Etaiye, they entered the Drahi fortress not far away, and found the corpse of Prince Adrian on a spacious and dilapidated balcony - he was because of the slaughter of Orson ordered by Kayane. Feeling guilty about the cruel orders of the Forte archaeological team, he hanged himself in his later years.

The Sea Cat Dynasty has since disappeared.

Next to his remains is the blueprint of the last cat-style steel sword, which can also be regarded as an end to the tragedy of the Ossenfurt archaeological team.

Since then, Kayane has taken all his guilt into his heart.

...

According to statistics, the Witcher Brotherhood has collected a full set of blueprints for the wolf faction, the cat faction, the snake faction double sword, and the flying lion monster armor, greaves, and steel sword blueprints.

Half of the drawings from the six schools of thought were lost.

"So, we urgently need a highly skilled blacksmith master who can make use of the blueprints, research new alloys, integrate the advantages of each school's suits, and forge the best weapons and equipment." Roy paused, frankly to Visser Mir stated Berengar's whereabouts. Looking forward, the old man may be able to think of a way to convince the wolf faction traitor.

After the old man was silent for a moment, wrinkles appeared on his vicissitudes of life cheeks, and he shook his head, "Leaving Kermohan is Belengar's own choice, and I can't reverse it."

"From what I know of him, there's no way he could join the fraternity unless someone puts a knife to his neck!"

"Then don't rush to find a blacksmith," Serret said. "We don't lack weapons and armor, not to mention that Vesemir brought back a part this time, enough to arm most of the members."

"And after finding a blacksmith, converting blueprints into finished products, or researching improvements, requires a lot of money to buy materials. This is not a top priority. We should use the funds in more important places, such as formula improvement."

The crowd nodded.

The top priority of the Witcher Brotherhood has always been the training of apprentices.

...

The introductions and quest reports for new entrants are complete.

Roy cleared his throat and stood up from his seat, "The first job came to a successful conclusion, and everyone did a great job! Guys, it's time to start the second phase of work."

"From tomorrow, Coral will be closed in the laboratory under the temple island, analyzing and studying the herbal decoction formulas of the snake school, wolf school, cat school, and flying lion monster school..."

"Ms. Rita..." Owl interrupted suddenly, "Carl, I hope you will pay more attention."

"Exactly, I have something I want to discuss with you," Shan Shan stroked her red hair on the side of her ear, and said hesitantly, "Lord Owl, do you insist on letting Carl take the cat pie herbal fried? I presided over the herbal trial for Roy, I also roughly analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the formulas of the cat pie, the snake pie, and the flying lion monster school."

Eleven pairs of vertical pupils turned to the sorceress, and all witchers were attracted by the content.

"Among the three formulas, the cat formula has a high fatality rate, has the most side effects, and is most likely to cause uncontrollable mutations. Even if the survivors survive the trial, the survivors' emotions may be amplified, become mentally ill, and become manic-depressive. !"

"And the recipe of the wolf pie," the blue eyes swept across Vesemir, and the old man nodded to the sorceress with a smile.

"Even if I haven't got it, it's clear... it's safer than cat pie."

The sorceress's melodious and magnetic voice was meaningful. "But if I'm most sure of which formula, Karl is most likely to get through it, and I'll count the Serpent Pie and the Flying Lion."

"No way!" The vulture said with a gloomy face, and said unwillingly, "The little monkey has been drinking the cat pie prodrug for several months, how can it be replaced with another formula?"

"It's not possible to slightly improve the formula of cat pie in this more than a month."

"Lord Owl, I have to remind you," Coral shook his head helplessly, and Roy held her hand comfortingly, "Recipe improvement is an extremely delicate and troublesome job, and it won't happen after a year and a half. Any effect. And I'm just a researcher...I can only say do my best."

"As for your concerns, the cat pie prodrug that Karl takes is not much different from other school prodrugs. The effect... only increases the resistance to poison a little."

"To be honest, if he uses the Flying Lion Monster's herbal decoction, I'm 70% sure that he will get through it safely, and the Snake faction will be 60% sure, and there will be no severe side effects! And the Cat faction won't exceed 50%."

The success of the flying lion monster has to rely on Roy to test first and provide relevant data.

"Seventy percent?!"

The color of everyone present suddenly changed, and their breathing became heavy.

"Mummy, our pass rate was only 30%!" Lambert slapped his knees irritably, and he thought of his companions who couldn't make it through. "Should have tied a warlock to Kyle Morhan!"

Vesemir also looked shocked, but more gratified.

And the owl spat frantically toward the ground.

"The flying lion monster is the flying lion monster!"

In the final analysis, although he favors the "blood" of the cat pie, he hopes that the students will live normally.

"Flying lion monster school witcher, at least a witcher!"

Kaiyan nodded with a deep sympathy and put his arms around his companion's shoulder, "Owl, little Carl is the first apprentice to undergo trials after the Brotherhood was established.

"And the sixth article of the Brotherhood stipulates that it is not allowed to form sects... We didn't promise that after joining the Brotherhood, the branch of the school will be gradually cancelled..."

"Never mind the cat faction, the snake faction, the wolf faction, the one that can cultivate students is the most suitable school!" Oaks interjected.

Coral's pretty face showed a relaxed smile, and she exchanged glances with the people around her. "Then in the next month, I will use the formula of the flying lion school as a blueprint to further optimize it. I need an assistant, Roy is very suitable, and he has a tacit understanding with me."

Leto and Serret gave Roy a questioning glance.

Shouldn't this kid be a fake, secretly hiding in a laboratory and dating a sorceress day and night?

"Little devil, after a month, you can't go in with two people and come out with three people."

"Three is not enough, at least ten or eight!" Roy's behavior was different from the past, and he was chaotic with a few words, just shaking his head with a smile on his lips.

In fact, the combination of a witcher and a sorceress could not produce one.

"To shut up!"

However, the sorceress was touched by the scar on her heart, and she gave the bald man a displeased look, like an angry cat.

And then comforted myself,

Poor stupid idiot, I don't even know that my students are about to risk their lives for the second trial of green grass.

Great sacrifice for the Witcher Brotherhood!

And only you know the inside story.

Coral took a deep breath, put away the grumbling and continued, "Roy and I will strive to make Carl's grass trial foolproof. Materials..."

"You don't have to worry about the ingredients. I have already collected two sets... I will send them to you later." Vulture said, "Anyway, the mutants in the formula are generally universal... That's it."

...

"Cough, everyone, is it my turn to arrange work?" Vesemir glanced out of the conference room window, and a few sneaky little heads slid under the window sill, "I found out that this group of cubs in the orphanage was inside. There are several thorns that need to be cleaned up."

"How about letting this old bone of mine contribute?"

He half closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed, "With the children, the whole person will be a few years younger, maybe I can live a few more years."

Everyone looked at this old face with a hint of hope.

"Master Vesemir said very much. Those five reserve witcher apprentices have nowhere to vent their energy and are too exuberant." Sent, "It's time to increase the amount of training... The free time every night is cancelled! Replace it with a second swordsmanship class."

"Let's be guided by Master Vesemir!"

The five little boys who were eavesdropping under the windowsill instantly turned into bitter faces, looking at each other with tears in their eyes, choking silently.

And the sorceress sensed something, and giggled as she leaned into the witcher's arms.

...

Then everyone focused on whether to send someone to the shores of Povis to find and convince the last few descendants of the Griffin Sect.

Vesemir calmly stated the location of Kayle Siren.

But he does not recommend immediate action.

"My old friend Kelda is harder and more old-fashioned than the wind and sun on the mountain... and has a vicious eyesight, so it's not easy to change his mind. We haven't done much work now, and we can't convince him."

"In short, it's best to wait until the Witcher Brotherhood has produced a few junior apprentices before approaching him."

...

Summary of the final meeting:

Roy and Rita Ned will go to the temple island tomorrow to retreat, conduct the flying lion monster green grass trial, record the experimental data, and lay the groundwork for Carl's trial.

The remaining witchers: Leto and the Oaks brothers, Lambert, and Vesemir take turns teaching students, managing the pharmacy, and training Gawain Samsa's men.

Aiden Free Expedition.

Owl and Eskar were equipped with the Bear and Snake armors brought back by Vesemir, prepared vampire oil, entered the sewers of Novigrad, eliminated the monsters lurking in them, collected mutants, and fried more grass. Prepare medicine.

As for the missing equipment blueprints.

Rita Nieder opened the portal and teleported Geralt and Kayan to the outskirts of Velen to find the Griffin blueprint.

Because the snake sent a cat sent to have a grudge with the lady in the forest, the wolf sent only.