The Divine Hunter

In the laboratory under the temple island, the brewing furnace has been on fire for a long time.

The hazy flames illuminated two figures.

Roy put on a light and breathable woolen silk trousers and sat on the cold operating table.

In front of him stood a sorceress with frowning eyebrows and a serious expression.

Her ten fingers were flying, and the splendid magic light condensed and flickered on the slender fingertips, madly pouring into the witcher's body, reflecting the splendid light.

A quill pen, windless and automatic, transcribes dizzying pieces of data and characters onto the unfolded parchment.

For a while, the only sound in the entire laboratory could be heard the rustling sound of the pen tip rubbing the paper rapidly.

After half an hour.

The blinding magic light dissipated, and Rita Ned stopped casting the spell and picked up the record beside her.

"Well...blood pressure, heartbeat, oxygen levels, breathing rate...normal...very healthy."

"I've said it before, I've been preparing for this green grass trial for a year, and I'm sure it's safe!" Roy patted his chest with a smile.

"Little bastard, when did you get the dwarf's bragging? After preparing for a year, doesn't that mean that you have just passed the Snake Sect trial and started preparing for the second trial?" Rita Ned wrinkled her nose, coquettishly. Gouged out a glance at him, patted his knee,

"Don't interrupt me, just sit still! Hmm...dark golden pupils, black hair, pale complexion... 5.8 feet (1.78 meters) tall, 170 pounds, with a muscle density far exceeding that of ordinary people..." She swept her eyes like water With one of the witchers, he poked his chest with his purple nails, "Little bastard, your physique is at least twice that of an ordinary human, and you're as strong as a lion..."

"Is this a compliment? Coral, I have to say, you are very qualified to evaluate." The witcher swept her coral-colored lips with a half-smile, "But will my weight be slightly overweight and hurt you... "

"Let's get to the point, be honest with me, little rascal!"

The sorceress seemed to remember something, a red glow flew across her cheeks,

Roy bared his teeth.

He rubbed the bruise on the back of his hand.

Rita Ned continued without realizing it, "Apart from physique,

The skin on your body is as smooth as silk, more delicate than a woman's, you can't find any scars, not a single blemish... You can't even see calluses, this is not normal! "

The blue eyes stared straight at him, glittering with envy,

"This skin type doesn't look like a witcher who is exposed to the sun and sweats like rain... Honestly, are you a mage who escaped from Ben Ader Academy and used disguise magic to replace my little villain?"

"Coral, you know that I don't even have a scar on my body, which shows that you have checked very carefully... You are a competent doctor!" Roy grabbed her hand, kissed the back of her hand, and looked up at her with eyes on her. There were stormy waves in the middle, as if to drown her, "So I want to repay you, okay?"

"Okay, this is the end of the joke." The sorceress trembled and stroked his face comfortingly, "Don't be like a child who eats candy, you have to be disciplined, understand? Especially during trials. , you must pay full attention and must not be distracted by anything else!"

The witcher closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then shook his head slightly in frustration, "Sorry, Coral, I don't know what's going on. In the past few days, I have been restless and uncontrollable... I keep thinking wildly, like suffering from mania. ."

"Giggle... Qi and blood are strong, this is normal, just get used to it." Coral stepped silently behind him like a cat, pressed his shoulders, made him lean back in his warm arms, and moved towards He put a print on his forehead and gave it a little sweetness, "Then you don't remember the steps of the grass trial?"

"Hormonal catalysis, viral infection, and finally taking herbal decoction... Coral, are you sure you can do this trial in one month?"

"You have already gone through the snake sect trial completely. The resistance to poison is far greater than that of the apprentice in the first trial. The steps to improve the poison can be omitted directly. One month is definitely enough."

"As for viral infections, since the furnace virus and glacier virus have been used."

"This time, a virus with a stronger effect must be replaced - I have screened three viruses from the four formulas of snake pie, cat pie, wolf pie, and flying lion monster... trembling virus, gorse virus, silent person virus."

"After being infected with the three viruses, your immune system will be temporarily destroyed, and you will become a completely undefended empty shell, entering a plastic state to meet the flying lion monster and herb decoction."

Roy wiped the wet sweat from his forehead and swallowed again. "The three viruses...what effects do they have?"

"The first tormented your nerves, making you twitch like epilepsy, with sharp tingling all over your body."

"The second virus affects your brain. According to records, the infected person will continue to cry out 'tweet', don't laugh, you won't be able to cry when you cry!"

"The third type is the most dangerous, it will cut off all your reactions, make you lose your sense of smell, hearing, sight, touch, but your brain is in a awake state. It's like... a vegetative person in medicine, no, it's ten times worse than that!"

The witcher took a deep breath, and the dark gold pupils flashed a little nervous.

"It's more than that..." Rita Ned said with a smile,

"The difficulty lies in the last step, the process of changing the herbal medicine. The foreign flying lion monster decoction has a medicinal conflict with the snake decoction deposited in your body. At that time, you will either live or die..."

"We will definitely see the difference in a month."

"But don't worry..." The sorceress lowered her body, leaned her head over his right shoulder, pressed her cheek against his, and said sweet and cruel words, "Little bastard, if you can't be saved, I will send you away with my own hands, And let you enjoy the last warmth before you leave."

"Uh... Are you sure you can still feel comfortable even when people are dying?"

"Don't complain, forget it, it's your own choice." Rita Nieder stroked his hair with a light smile, her eyes thoughtful,

"Your hair seems to be a little longer, and the hairstyle is too old-fashioned. It must be trimmed." The sorceress had a pair of scissors in her hand at some point, without waiting for the witcher to agree.

Pressing his temples with one hand, and controlling the scissors "click, click" with the other...

The black hair that ran over the back of his neck fell on the operating table in an instant.

Roy rested on the soft pillow, sniffing the rich aroma on the tip of his nose, and said carelessly, "Coral, just use magic to shave my head."

The older he gets, the lower his requirements for hairstyles, he has no problem keeping it long and tying it into a ponytail, reducing it to short ears, or even bald.

"Don't even think about it!" The sorceress had a pretty face, her blue eyes flashing annoyance, and warned sternly, "If you become an ugly person like Leto, at least for a month, don't expect me to ignore you!"

Roy's heart froze,

"The mutation is uncontrollable. What if the Flying Lion Monster's herbal decoction turned me into a bald head?"

Full recovery can't cure bald head, after all, bald head is not a negative effect.

"Going bald at a young age? It's a pity that you don't meet my aesthetic standards." Coral snorted, half threateningly, "I have to do some psychological construction and see if I can do it. Get used to your new look, otherwise, hum-"

"Don't move around like a rat! Sit tight for me!"

"Hey... cluck..."

five minutes later.

There was a young man with short hair and twitching face in the laboratory. At the strong request of the sorceress, he reluctantly circled the laboratory a few times.

Rita Need admired it with satisfaction, with her hands on her hips, and commented from time to time.

Subsequently.

The first step in the trial of flying lion monster green grass - hormonal catalysis officially started.

The sorceress fluttered like a butterfly with her five fingers, chanting words in her mouth, and an amber-colored ox-hair needle rose into the air, instantly piercing the witcher's chest and heart.

An icy breath followed the blood pumping from the heart and was transported to the whole body.

The witcher shivered all over, his neck and cheeks flushed as red as blood, and his whole body was unbearably hot, as if there was a flaming stove in his lower abdomen, which kept sending huge heat to his limbs and bones.

He licked his chapped lips and pressed towards the sorceress, the dark golden pupils seemed to burst into flames,

"Coral, what did you inject me with? Could it be Mandrake extract? You must be responsible!"

"Adrenaline, I used it in the Temple of Meritelli, did you forget? But this time I increased the dose." Rita Nieder smiled, "You need a lot of exercise now!"

"Quick! Move!"

"I... can't handle that much, I want to exercise with two people." Roy breathed heavily, and couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed the sorceress's hand.

ten minutes later.

In the laboratory, a continuous dull count sounded.

"One thousand and one, one thousand and two..."

A man with a naked upper body, showing sculptural smooth muscle lines, his hands firmly on the ground, his body sinks and rises mechanically and regularly.

Sweat slid down the skin like a fountain, and accumulated shallow puddles—

Roy did standard push-ups.

One by one.

And the sorceress sat comfortably on his back.

The pretty face is radiant under the light, the eyebrows are curved, and the corners of the mouth are smiling.

From time to time, cheer up and pat his beautiful inverted deltoid.

"Don't be lazy, don't stop until you reach 3,000!"